Echoes of the Past

A/N: Things will make a little more sense if you read "First Carrier" before starting this one. It's not necessary but will provide some character background. This takes place after Crais' adventures in "Through the Flames." Quick synopsis of that one: Talyn and Crais survived starburst, were rescued and rehabilitated and left the planet without the girl. This story takes place then with flashbacks to his time onboard Xerrin. I'll denote flashbacks with a row of asteriks. According to age suppositions he reported to Xerrin approximately 20 cycles ago. For the sake of consistency I will assume it was exactly 20 and go from there.

Disclaimer: Crais, Talyn and the other Farscape characters don't belong to me. I'm borrowing them, though if they don't watch me close enough, I may not give Crais back.

Prologue

Talyn and Crais left Kandor with no particular destination in mind. They set course for the Uncharted Territories. The more distance they could put between them and Peacekeeper space the better. They had decided finding Moya would be their first priority. It's not that Crais was looking forward to seeing the others, with the possible exception of Aeryn, but Talyn wished to find his mother. He looked forward to the joy the young leviathan would experience. He was glad Talyn's personality had remained intact. That was one thing he had to thank Lt. Larrell for, actually the only thing. He had used her to get Talyn's personality repaired. He smiled when he remembered the look on her face after he slapped her. The tralk had gotten what she deserved.

They were a day out from Kandor and Crais was relaxing in his quarters when Talyn notified him that an escape pod was within sensor range. Crais reached back for his implant "Show me, Talyn." Crais 'saw' through Talyn's eyes. There was one life sign, but the energy readings on the escape pod were beginning to wane. Talyn quickly scanned the surrounding area and found no sign of other ships or debris. Crais considered leaving the pod, the occupant would be dead soon. He didn't know that he wanted the trouble that would surely ensue from becoming involved. He might have done that two cycles ago, but now, he was a different person. "Let's bring it onboard, Talyn." He was sure he would regret this decision, but he remembered he owed the universe. Perhaps this would repay the debt. He grabbed the pulse pistol one of the DRDs had found.

By the time Talyn had brought the pod onboard, Crais was in the maintenance bay waiting for the hangar to repressurize. He had his pulse pistol drawn when the doors were opened. The hatch had released on the pod, but the occupant was nowhere to be seen. Crais cautiously approached the pod and pointed his pulse pistol in the hatch. He almost dropped it when he saw the occupant. He holstered his pistol and leaned in, "Madina, can you hear me?" She was moaning and stirring towards consciousness. He gently lifted her out of the pod. She was cold. "Talyn, prepare the med bay." He quickly carried her to the med bay. The monitors showed her vital signs to be weak but steady. He covered her with the warming blanket and sat down to watch her. He thought back to the first time he saw her, back on Xerrin twenty cycles ago. She had hardly changed in that time.

A/N: I have more written, if you're interested please R&R.