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Series: Season 4
Summary: What would you do if you knew someone had a part of your life and no matter what you could do, you never could take it back or even compare.
Spoilers: None that I know of
Author's Notes: well here we go...
SPLIT
CHAPTER ONE
John Crichton sat in his chambers, eyes trailing across the foreign space that maybe a year or so ago had seemed alien but know reminded him of the adventures he had experienced and the people he now had in his life. Flicking a glance at the tape recorder beside him, how long had it been since he had left his dad a message? Shrugging he simply slipped on the black tshirt tossed aside from a tiring night of hard work, ruffling his hair he didn't care anymore. Closing his eyes he hummed an old beatles tune as he wandered the tiers of Moya, as usual he was the only one up at this arn.
The others preferred to remain alone in their chambers, with their thoughts and regrets. As much as they tried to hide it, John knew they all sat alone and thought over the past. He knew he did and sometimes he wished he could go back and stop the things that happened from happening. Maybe Zhann would still be alive and just maybe Talyn could have been saved. Opening his eyes, he shook his head. He knew these were stupid thoughts, what was done was done and nothing could change them.
Wandering into command he said," Pilot?"
Pilot's face appeared on the clam shell and asked in his usual tone," Yes Commander?"
John rested his hands on either side of the controls and replied," Call me John please Pilot, just for now. I was just wondering how you and Moya are?" Glancing at his strange looking but someone he considered friend's image, as pilot seemed taken aback by his question.
" Moya and I are well, thank you for the concern....John."
John smiled gently, before looking down," I am glad to hear that." Letting out a small sigh he searched his pockets for that damn thing the old woman had given him to stop him from thinking about the one thing that could always break through the walls he had constructed so well.
" Co..I mean John, is there something bothering you?"
John looked up sharply, faking a smile," Nah I'm just peachy, good as can be, perky as anything and well happier than the duracell bunny!"
For a life form with no eyebrows, Pilot sure could give you the ole raised eyebrows disbelief look, John could see he wasnt fooling him so as he looked out at the stars he explained," Just thinking about the past and about how things were, wondering if I had done something differently would things be the same? Missing people and got a curiosity the size of hell a really big something about a few things."
" Things?"
" Yeah Pilot, things. Nothing important, just have too many unanswered questions and well finding the road to them is well paved with pitfalls." Pilot frowned, he had never seen the human John Crichton like this before. Before he had a chance to ask anymore questions, John walked out of command and said," Sorry to bother you Pilot."
As John walked the tier he heard," Hey, give me that back!"
" Why? I didn't see your name on it so you can't really dictate you have any ownership of it now can you?"
" Rygel!!"
John chuckled gently, peeking his head around the door he saw Chiana with her arms wrapped around Rygel's neck and Rygel attempting to snap at her fingers as they clawed at something held in his hand," Now, now boys and girls. What did I say just the other day about playing nice?"
Chiana and Rygel's heads snapped up and a innocent cheeky smile spread across Chiana's face as she said," Oh hey John, yeah I know." John raised an eyebrow at this acceptance from Chiana, usually she would have fought tooth and nail about how she was right and how Rygel had something that belonged to her.
John walked in, snatching the thing that Rygel held in his hand quickly before either of them could stop him. John looked closely at it and saw it had what seemed to be directions on it shimmering underneath the smooth black surface. Holding it up he demanded," What's this? Chi? Buckwheat?"
Chiana bit her lip gently as her dark eyes darted, Rygel opened his mouth to say something before his ears drooped and he too looked anywhere else but at John. Walking over to Chiana he looked her square in the face as he asked again," What is this Pip?"
" It's well...I found it in Aeryn's quarters."
John shook his head," Does she know you have it?"
" Does who know she has it?" A very familiar and a voice John at this moment had wished not to hear, turning he grinned cheesily at Aeryn as he remarked," Nothing for you to worry your pretty head bout Aeryn." Grabbing Chiana's hand he hauled her out of the room leaving behind a confused Aeryn with nothing but Rygel for company.
As the pair rounded a corner John cried out as D'argo was in front of him, D'argo clasped a hand to his back and muttered," Frell! What the Yotz do you think you are doing John?" John smiled sheepishly
" Sorry D, didn't mean to startle you. Just Pip and I got some important things to take care of, isn't that right Pip?"
Chiana snapped out of her daydream as she replied quickly," Oh yes! Important stuff, very important stuff...argh!" Crying out as suddenly she was yanked down the tier.
Heading for Aeryn's chambers, John handed the small black thing to Chiana," Put it back where you found it!"
Chiana muttered about something before she slipped into Aeryn's chambers, Johh attempted to look relaxed and began to whistle but his eyes widened as Aeryn came round the corner. Diving into the room he clambered over the bed, grabbed Chiana's hand and pulled her down with him as he laid down on the floor near the bed.
" What the frell do you think you're doing Crichton?" Asked a very disgruntled Chiana. John put a finger to his lips and shook his head and as Chiana heard the sound of footsteps, she instantly shut her mouth and moved closer to John as they lay quiet. All they could hear was the shuffling of belongings and the muttering of one Aeryn Sunn,
" Where the Hezmana is it?"
Hearing sharp rash breaths from beside John turned to look at Chiana to see her creasing up and as he feared she sneezed. He winced as he recognised the sound of a pulse rifle being unclipped and charged ready to let out a round. Standing up he held up his hands," We surrender."
" What are you doing in here?"
" Uh well you see Aeryn, it's well it's like this...." Chiana's explanation died off so Crichton explained," Aeryn, Chiana found this in your room, well stole it from your room." Holding up the black object he could see the anger rage across Aeryn's face.
" What is it?" demanded Chiana unfazed by the look sent her way by Aeryn.
Aeryn sighed," It's something I picked up from the last trading planet we went to, it contains the co-ordinates to a mystic in this region of space that can help those who seek it, to talk to the dead."
" Dead?"
" Yes Chiana, the dead. I was going to use it to talk well to my John Crichton." Looking up, she winced inwardly as the hurt was clear in John's eyes. Tossing the black object onto the bed he remarked as he walked out," Good luck with that."
" John..." Moving out after him she bowed her head as he was already gone and what she heard next didn't help either,
" Good going Aeryn, hurt him again why don't you? Seems you have quite the knack for it."
With that last cutting sentence, Chiana left her chambers leaving Aeryn alone.
END OF CHAPTER ONE!
Series: Season 4
Summary: What would you do if you knew someone had a part of your life and no matter what you could do, you never could take it back or even compare.
Spoilers: None that I know of
Author's Notes: well here we go...
SPLIT
CHAPTER ONE
John Crichton sat in his chambers, eyes trailing across the foreign space that maybe a year or so ago had seemed alien but know reminded him of the adventures he had experienced and the people he now had in his life. Flicking a glance at the tape recorder beside him, how long had it been since he had left his dad a message? Shrugging he simply slipped on the black tshirt tossed aside from a tiring night of hard work, ruffling his hair he didn't care anymore. Closing his eyes he hummed an old beatles tune as he wandered the tiers of Moya, as usual he was the only one up at this arn.
The others preferred to remain alone in their chambers, with their thoughts and regrets. As much as they tried to hide it, John knew they all sat alone and thought over the past. He knew he did and sometimes he wished he could go back and stop the things that happened from happening. Maybe Zhann would still be alive and just maybe Talyn could have been saved. Opening his eyes, he shook his head. He knew these were stupid thoughts, what was done was done and nothing could change them.
Wandering into command he said," Pilot?"
Pilot's face appeared on the clam shell and asked in his usual tone," Yes Commander?"
John rested his hands on either side of the controls and replied," Call me John please Pilot, just for now. I was just wondering how you and Moya are?" Glancing at his strange looking but someone he considered friend's image, as pilot seemed taken aback by his question.
" Moya and I are well, thank you for the concern....John."
John smiled gently, before looking down," I am glad to hear that." Letting out a small sigh he searched his pockets for that damn thing the old woman had given him to stop him from thinking about the one thing that could always break through the walls he had constructed so well.
" Co..I mean John, is there something bothering you?"
John looked up sharply, faking a smile," Nah I'm just peachy, good as can be, perky as anything and well happier than the duracell bunny!"
For a life form with no eyebrows, Pilot sure could give you the ole raised eyebrows disbelief look, John could see he wasnt fooling him so as he looked out at the stars he explained," Just thinking about the past and about how things were, wondering if I had done something differently would things be the same? Missing people and got a curiosity the size of hell a really big something about a few things."
" Things?"
" Yeah Pilot, things. Nothing important, just have too many unanswered questions and well finding the road to them is well paved with pitfalls." Pilot frowned, he had never seen the human John Crichton like this before. Before he had a chance to ask anymore questions, John walked out of command and said," Sorry to bother you Pilot."
As John walked the tier he heard," Hey, give me that back!"
" Why? I didn't see your name on it so you can't really dictate you have any ownership of it now can you?"
" Rygel!!"
John chuckled gently, peeking his head around the door he saw Chiana with her arms wrapped around Rygel's neck and Rygel attempting to snap at her fingers as they clawed at something held in his hand," Now, now boys and girls. What did I say just the other day about playing nice?"
Chiana and Rygel's heads snapped up and a innocent cheeky smile spread across Chiana's face as she said," Oh hey John, yeah I know." John raised an eyebrow at this acceptance from Chiana, usually she would have fought tooth and nail about how she was right and how Rygel had something that belonged to her.
John walked in, snatching the thing that Rygel held in his hand quickly before either of them could stop him. John looked closely at it and saw it had what seemed to be directions on it shimmering underneath the smooth black surface. Holding it up he demanded," What's this? Chi? Buckwheat?"
Chiana bit her lip gently as her dark eyes darted, Rygel opened his mouth to say something before his ears drooped and he too looked anywhere else but at John. Walking over to Chiana he looked her square in the face as he asked again," What is this Pip?"
" It's well...I found it in Aeryn's quarters."
John shook his head," Does she know you have it?"
" Does who know she has it?" A very familiar and a voice John at this moment had wished not to hear, turning he grinned cheesily at Aeryn as he remarked," Nothing for you to worry your pretty head bout Aeryn." Grabbing Chiana's hand he hauled her out of the room leaving behind a confused Aeryn with nothing but Rygel for company.
As the pair rounded a corner John cried out as D'argo was in front of him, D'argo clasped a hand to his back and muttered," Frell! What the Yotz do you think you are doing John?" John smiled sheepishly
" Sorry D, didn't mean to startle you. Just Pip and I got some important things to take care of, isn't that right Pip?"
Chiana snapped out of her daydream as she replied quickly," Oh yes! Important stuff, very important stuff...argh!" Crying out as suddenly she was yanked down the tier.
Heading for Aeryn's chambers, John handed the small black thing to Chiana," Put it back where you found it!"
Chiana muttered about something before she slipped into Aeryn's chambers, Johh attempted to look relaxed and began to whistle but his eyes widened as Aeryn came round the corner. Diving into the room he clambered over the bed, grabbed Chiana's hand and pulled her down with him as he laid down on the floor near the bed.
" What the frell do you think you're doing Crichton?" Asked a very disgruntled Chiana. John put a finger to his lips and shook his head and as Chiana heard the sound of footsteps, she instantly shut her mouth and moved closer to John as they lay quiet. All they could hear was the shuffling of belongings and the muttering of one Aeryn Sunn,
" Where the Hezmana is it?"
Hearing sharp rash breaths from beside John turned to look at Chiana to see her creasing up and as he feared she sneezed. He winced as he recognised the sound of a pulse rifle being unclipped and charged ready to let out a round. Standing up he held up his hands," We surrender."
" What are you doing in here?"
" Uh well you see Aeryn, it's well it's like this...." Chiana's explanation died off so Crichton explained," Aeryn, Chiana found this in your room, well stole it from your room." Holding up the black object he could see the anger rage across Aeryn's face.
" What is it?" demanded Chiana unfazed by the look sent her way by Aeryn.
Aeryn sighed," It's something I picked up from the last trading planet we went to, it contains the co-ordinates to a mystic in this region of space that can help those who seek it, to talk to the dead."
" Dead?"
" Yes Chiana, the dead. I was going to use it to talk well to my John Crichton." Looking up, she winced inwardly as the hurt was clear in John's eyes. Tossing the black object onto the bed he remarked as he walked out," Good luck with that."
" John..." Moving out after him she bowed her head as he was already gone and what she heard next didn't help either,
" Good going Aeryn, hurt him again why don't you? Seems you have quite the knack for it."
With that last cutting sentence, Chiana left her chambers leaving Aeryn alone.
END OF CHAPTER ONE!