E-mail: Gogetta86@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: I own none of these characters (I wish), they belong to Jim Henson and associates, plus a bunch of other people.
Reviews please, I love feedback (who doesn't?), no flames
Spoilers: Anything from Season 1 to Season 4 (Crichton Kicks) is fair game.
Author's Note: Alas this is my final release, its been fun. It's been re- edited for better formatting and I touched up a few thing, added things here, changed things there, all very minor, I also spaced it out to 9 chapters. I'd like to give my personal thanks to OneEye the DRD! She reformatted the story for me and any glaring errors are probably mine due to my incessant meddling of the story after she finished tweaking it. Sequel may be in the works, as of now I'm uncertain, I may need a bit of coaxing (, and remember stay nice to us Canadians!
now with nothing left ado here's:
One Good Day
By Farscaped
Chapter 1: Comforting Company
John Crichton stared absently out the terrace. It wasn't Moya, but that didn't make the view any less spectacular. It was his window to the stars, he couldn't imagine what would happen if he tired of it. John chuckled. Perhaps a bullet would be in order, but the chances of finding a bullet were fairly remote, so he guessed he probably should keep on enjoying the view.
He kept staring outward, looking for something that kept gnawing at him, in the back of his mind, but he was unsure of what it was. 'What am I doing? I keep looking but what is it I'm looking for? Earth? Moya? Scorpius? Or maybe...' He shook his head sadly. He knew exactly what he was looking for. His guiding star, the one at the centre of his universe -- Aeryn.
"You're obsessed, old man."
John stiffened, startled from his reverie. After placing his grin on like a well-worn mask, he faced the intruder. "Hey Pip! I am not...well, actually, I guess I am," he admitted thoughtfully. Of course, now being thoughtful, a thought suddenly occurred to him. "Wait a minute. How did you know what I was thinking?"
Chiana smiled sweetly at him. She crouched and tilted her head. "Well, old man, there are only three things on your mind: Scorpius, Earth, and Aeryn. Besides, you had this dreamy look on your face," she explained, imitating his supposed expression. John snorted indignantly. "Well, that and the fact that you were thinking out loud again."
John stared incredulously at her. She shifted her weight nervously under his gaze. He then grinned and turned to the window. "You know, you're not the only one to tell me that."
Chiana raised an eyebrow. "About what? That you think aloud?"
John sighed heavily. Chiana moved her face in front of Crichton and gave him a cheeky grin. John rolled his eyes. Her dark ebony eyes looked so thoughtful, so kind, and so mischievous. Looking back at the stars, he felt a small grey hand squeeze his shoulder, comforting him.
His thoughts drifted back to his original train of thought as his gazed at the great abyss before him. 'Aeryn.' She wouldn't leave him alone -- her beautiful face, her intense gaze, her raven black hair that felt like strands of silk -- they haunted him constantly whenever he closed his eyes. Now she was gone, leaving him alone in the middle of nowhere with no way to find her.
'Pregnant.' John shuddered. Another child who would never know his or her real father. 'Worse, kids of mine I'll never know.' The old wound of the child in Princess Katralla's womb flared anew, joined now by Aeryn's child; his child. John snorted to himself. 'That's the real problem in this whole mess. It's not even my kid...well, it is. But not mine in the litera...wait, yes it is but not in the figurat...,' John sighed. 'Forget it, I'll only give myself a headache.' John suddenly felt very old, stretched too thin. His hope kept him going, but the fuel gauge was on its way to empty and the little orange warning light was already on.
Chiana stayed silent, watching the human converse with himself in his own mind. 'I've never seen him this bad. He always seemed to snap out of it before. Something's different, something is definitely wrong with him. Aeryn leaving hit him hard but I had no idea it would be so bad. John tries so hard to seem strong, he deserves a break. Normally I'd suggest a good frell, but that'd probably just make it worse. I hope he gets through this. Frell Aeryn, he deserves better than this!' she thought worriedly.
Crichton suddenly seemed to crumple into himself, sitting silently, just watching the universe go by. Chiana moved in, concerned. She'd seen him often like this lately and didn't like the look of it, though she guessed it could be worse; he could be frelling wasted. Chiana walked closer to him until something caught her attention. His hand was shaking violently. At least she thought so. The hand was removed from view so quickly she almost missed seeing it. "Are you okay John? Please, John, tell me what's wrong."
"Hmmm? Don't worry about it, it's nothing," he said, giving her his best lop-sided grin. "I'm only human."
Chiana looked at him intently. He hadn't answered her question, or maybe perhaps he had. He was hiding something and the fact that he was human gave her something to worry about.
John hoped Chiana would drop the subject. This was something he definitely did not want to explain. He was thankful to finally get his hand under control. Hopefully Chiana would shrug it off as her imagination. He kept his grin on what he called "set to stun". 'Oh my god I'm turning into Captain 'screw the multicoloured chick' Kirk! God, what's next? Priceline commercials?' Shuddering inwardly, he wondered how well his grin was working. So far, it hadn't worked all that well, but his luck was bound to get better before it got worse, if it could get any worse. Unfortunately for John, he knew how much worse it could get.
He gazed into Chiana's large eyes. He loved the little Nebari to death, what would happen if she left? He decided it was better not to think about it too much. Her concern, though, was fairly evident. He was almost compelled to tell her the truth. He felt guilty not telling her but he shook the thought away. 'It'll only hurt her and gain everyone something else to worry about, which is what we don't need at this moment.'
He turned his face away, wishing that the tear forming under his right eye would go away. He felt two small arms embrace him tightly. John hadn't felt like he did then in god knows how long. It felt good having someone embrace him, someone who cared about him, who cared for him. He burned the moment into his mind as something to live for. Whether it was enough was left to be seen. He relaxed in Chiana's arms, closed his eyes and drifted into the first comfortable slumber he had in perhaps a cycle. The ever-threatening tear dropped, out of sight from Chiana's protective gaze.
Chiana held the warm human in her arms protectively like a small child. He seemed so vulnerable like this. She felt sad for him. This poor man just had the major foundations of his life ripped out from underneath him for perhaps the second, third, or even fourth time. He wasn't the only one suffering but he was suffering the most.
He tried not to show it; in fact, he spent most of his time trying to make the others feel better. She knew though that the strain was getting to him. He could only take so much. She smiled. After all, he was only human. Her grin abruptly vanished. She replayed that sentence in her head, and a cold chill ran down her spine. Something was definitely wrong with him. She was determined to find out what it was. Then she heard John mumble something in his sleep. "I just wanna go home." Chiana held him tighter.
Disclaimers: I own none of these characters (I wish), they belong to Jim Henson and associates, plus a bunch of other people.
Reviews please, I love feedback (who doesn't?), no flames
Spoilers: Anything from Season 1 to Season 4 (Crichton Kicks) is fair game.
Author's Note: Alas this is my final release, its been fun. It's been re- edited for better formatting and I touched up a few thing, added things here, changed things there, all very minor, I also spaced it out to 9 chapters. I'd like to give my personal thanks to OneEye the DRD! She reformatted the story for me and any glaring errors are probably mine due to my incessant meddling of the story after she finished tweaking it. Sequel may be in the works, as of now I'm uncertain, I may need a bit of coaxing (, and remember stay nice to us Canadians!
now with nothing left ado here's:
One Good Day
By Farscaped
Chapter 1: Comforting Company
John Crichton stared absently out the terrace. It wasn't Moya, but that didn't make the view any less spectacular. It was his window to the stars, he couldn't imagine what would happen if he tired of it. John chuckled. Perhaps a bullet would be in order, but the chances of finding a bullet were fairly remote, so he guessed he probably should keep on enjoying the view.
He kept staring outward, looking for something that kept gnawing at him, in the back of his mind, but he was unsure of what it was. 'What am I doing? I keep looking but what is it I'm looking for? Earth? Moya? Scorpius? Or maybe...' He shook his head sadly. He knew exactly what he was looking for. His guiding star, the one at the centre of his universe -- Aeryn.
"You're obsessed, old man."
John stiffened, startled from his reverie. After placing his grin on like a well-worn mask, he faced the intruder. "Hey Pip! I am not...well, actually, I guess I am," he admitted thoughtfully. Of course, now being thoughtful, a thought suddenly occurred to him. "Wait a minute. How did you know what I was thinking?"
Chiana smiled sweetly at him. She crouched and tilted her head. "Well, old man, there are only three things on your mind: Scorpius, Earth, and Aeryn. Besides, you had this dreamy look on your face," she explained, imitating his supposed expression. John snorted indignantly. "Well, that and the fact that you were thinking out loud again."
John stared incredulously at her. She shifted her weight nervously under his gaze. He then grinned and turned to the window. "You know, you're not the only one to tell me that."
Chiana raised an eyebrow. "About what? That you think aloud?"
John sighed heavily. Chiana moved her face in front of Crichton and gave him a cheeky grin. John rolled his eyes. Her dark ebony eyes looked so thoughtful, so kind, and so mischievous. Looking back at the stars, he felt a small grey hand squeeze his shoulder, comforting him.
His thoughts drifted back to his original train of thought as his gazed at the great abyss before him. 'Aeryn.' She wouldn't leave him alone -- her beautiful face, her intense gaze, her raven black hair that felt like strands of silk -- they haunted him constantly whenever he closed his eyes. Now she was gone, leaving him alone in the middle of nowhere with no way to find her.
'Pregnant.' John shuddered. Another child who would never know his or her real father. 'Worse, kids of mine I'll never know.' The old wound of the child in Princess Katralla's womb flared anew, joined now by Aeryn's child; his child. John snorted to himself. 'That's the real problem in this whole mess. It's not even my kid...well, it is. But not mine in the litera...wait, yes it is but not in the figurat...,' John sighed. 'Forget it, I'll only give myself a headache.' John suddenly felt very old, stretched too thin. His hope kept him going, but the fuel gauge was on its way to empty and the little orange warning light was already on.
Chiana stayed silent, watching the human converse with himself in his own mind. 'I've never seen him this bad. He always seemed to snap out of it before. Something's different, something is definitely wrong with him. Aeryn leaving hit him hard but I had no idea it would be so bad. John tries so hard to seem strong, he deserves a break. Normally I'd suggest a good frell, but that'd probably just make it worse. I hope he gets through this. Frell Aeryn, he deserves better than this!' she thought worriedly.
Crichton suddenly seemed to crumple into himself, sitting silently, just watching the universe go by. Chiana moved in, concerned. She'd seen him often like this lately and didn't like the look of it, though she guessed it could be worse; he could be frelling wasted. Chiana walked closer to him until something caught her attention. His hand was shaking violently. At least she thought so. The hand was removed from view so quickly she almost missed seeing it. "Are you okay John? Please, John, tell me what's wrong."
"Hmmm? Don't worry about it, it's nothing," he said, giving her his best lop-sided grin. "I'm only human."
Chiana looked at him intently. He hadn't answered her question, or maybe perhaps he had. He was hiding something and the fact that he was human gave her something to worry about.
John hoped Chiana would drop the subject. This was something he definitely did not want to explain. He was thankful to finally get his hand under control. Hopefully Chiana would shrug it off as her imagination. He kept his grin on what he called "set to stun". 'Oh my god I'm turning into Captain 'screw the multicoloured chick' Kirk! God, what's next? Priceline commercials?' Shuddering inwardly, he wondered how well his grin was working. So far, it hadn't worked all that well, but his luck was bound to get better before it got worse, if it could get any worse. Unfortunately for John, he knew how much worse it could get.
He gazed into Chiana's large eyes. He loved the little Nebari to death, what would happen if she left? He decided it was better not to think about it too much. Her concern, though, was fairly evident. He was almost compelled to tell her the truth. He felt guilty not telling her but he shook the thought away. 'It'll only hurt her and gain everyone something else to worry about, which is what we don't need at this moment.'
He turned his face away, wishing that the tear forming under his right eye would go away. He felt two small arms embrace him tightly. John hadn't felt like he did then in god knows how long. It felt good having someone embrace him, someone who cared about him, who cared for him. He burned the moment into his mind as something to live for. Whether it was enough was left to be seen. He relaxed in Chiana's arms, closed his eyes and drifted into the first comfortable slumber he had in perhaps a cycle. The ever-threatening tear dropped, out of sight from Chiana's protective gaze.
Chiana held the warm human in her arms protectively like a small child. He seemed so vulnerable like this. She felt sad for him. This poor man just had the major foundations of his life ripped out from underneath him for perhaps the second, third, or even fourth time. He wasn't the only one suffering but he was suffering the most.
He tried not to show it; in fact, he spent most of his time trying to make the others feel better. She knew though that the strain was getting to him. He could only take so much. She smiled. After all, he was only human. Her grin abruptly vanished. She replayed that sentence in her head, and a cold chill ran down her spine. Something was definitely wrong with him. She was determined to find out what it was. Then she heard John mumble something in his sleep. "I just wanna go home." Chiana held him tighter.