Cold Places
Earth
seemed to call him, beyond the cockpit pane. Aeryn smiled to him.
-
Such a beautiful world, she whispered to his hear.
John spread out
his little planet's map on the Farscape One's dash-board.
- So,
what do we start with ?
Aeryn closed her eyes and pointed the map
randomly.
- Ice, Ice... Iceland, she red scrupulously. How about
that ?
- Honey, that's a country damn too well-named to spend our
honeymoon... Pick up an other one !
She repeated the process, and
her finger chose Antartic.
- Better ?
- You know what ? I'll do
it. Yeah, Hawaï ! No ice, no wind, just sun, beachs and
coconuts. You're gonna love it.
- I love cold places, John. I'm a
Sebacean, remember ? Heat delirium ?
His smile turned into a
bitter wince.
- And living death, yeah... I'm sorry baby.
He
dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead.
- So, Iceland, eh ? No, we
should search for something in the middle. Over there, the night
lasts six months ! Can you get that ? Italy would be much better, the
food is awesome and they have leaned towers who doesn't even fall !
-
John, John... she stopped him. You know... eventually, living death
doesn't matter anymore.
- What ? Why ?
- Cause I experimented
"Dying death". I'm not really here, you know that, right
?
Now all expressions had vanished from his face. Her voice were
terribly serious as he asked :
- Aeryn, what the frell are you
talkin' about ?
- I'm dead, John. In another cold place, another
"Ice land", like on your Earth. Don't you remember ? You
killed me.
- I didn't... Aeryn...
- You're dreamin', John.
-
No ! I'm not ! You're here, we're married, we're gonna...
- You're
dreamin John.
Black lines started drawing themselves on Aeryn's
face, slowly at the beginning, then faster and faster. A couple of
microts later, Scorpius's mask was easily recognizable.
- Wake up
John ! Harvey snigged.
John screamed.
Then woke-up.
He was
still on the ice land, strapped to the surgeon's table. Tocot put his
tendril out of his brain.
- Keep... this ? he asked kindly.
-
No... No. Cut it out.
Cut all out.
