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.