So…I know you guys were waiting, and I'm sorry I haven't had a chance to update lately. But I promise, there will be more updates from here on out. –Hugs computer- It's mine now…no sharing.

So…here's Jezze's back story, like I promised. Everything between Edelweiss and Together is here for your enjoyment.

Disclaimer: Hey, I actually own something!!!!!! Jezze's all mine, you yotches!! Sadly though, no one else is. Makes me sad.

Aeryn pursed her lips as she watched her daughter struggle with the words that Pilot was trying to teach her. At four cycles, Jezze should have no trouble speaking with anyone, but the technology that granted her parents the ability to communicate with any race was fatal to her, the offspring of Aeryn Sun and John Crichton. They had tried to inject her with the translator microbes, but Jezze had had an allergic reaction to them. And now Jezze was struggling with the very basics of communication.

As she watched from her hiding place outside the doors of Pilot's den, Aeryn's heart broke at the thought that her daughter may not ever be able to communicate as easily as her parents or her brother, who had had no reaction to the translator microbes.

That was something that puzzled Aeryn…why had the translator microbes not affected D'Argo? She wasn't a med tech…she had no answers. Besides, it wasn't as if there were anything suggesting that someone could have an adverse reaction to the microbes that made everyone's lives a little easier.

Aeryn frowned suddenly as something within the chamber took place that completely confused her. Pilot, from his perch behind the console, reached out a claw to Jezze, who watched his every move as if entranced. He asked her something in Pilot. She can't even speak Sebacean…how is she supposed to speak Pilot? Aeryn thought, baffled. Ignoring the instinct that told her to stay hidden, she strode across the chamber to where Jezze crouched on the top of the console, still mesmerized. She opened her mouth, ready to ask Pilot what the frell he was doing, when Jezze did something that threw her even more off balance. The four year old took the joint of Pilot's arm and swung up to his shoulders, mumbling something in Pilot that had the undertones of apology.

Aeryn froze, staring at the tableau of her daughter and Moya's Pilot. They seemed not to notice her as Pilot repeated his question in a firmer tone, one that said Jezze's last answer had been unsatisfactory somehow. Jezze, frowning in concentration, tried again.

"Hu'nah ku'mir'ah dol'chek," Jezze mumbled, this time with a different inflection on the syllables of the complicated language.

Pilot's expression softened as soon as Jezze completed the sentence.

"Kl'ric Myd'no hu'nah," he answered. "Yur'dna da'lia."

Jezze frowned, shaking her head. She sighed, and then climbed down from Pilot's shoulders. She pointed at the console, then mimed twisting two things together.

"T'mik ji'ohnm."

Pilot smiled, his doe-brown eyes looking up at Aeryn for the first time. "May I help you, Officer Sun?"

Aeryn was almost shaking with a mixture of emotions she couldn't identify. "What was that all about?" she asked after a moment of struggling to find her voice.

"Jezze can't speak Sebacean. I was trying to teach her, but she couldn't grasp the words. Moya asked me to try Pilot to see if it yielded different results. As you no doubt saw, it did. Jezze has some basic problems with pronunciation, though. I can teach her to fix that, if you'd like."

"So now we all have to speak Pilot to be able to communicate with her? I don't think so. Not even with your DNA could we do it."

Pilot looked mildly amused. "Moya thinks that's exactly why she can do it."

Aeryn's retort died on her tongue. For another moment she was silent, shocked into it by Pilot's announcement.

"You think…" she began haltingly, "that Jezze can…speak Pilot…because of…your DNA?"

"It's possible, at least Moya seems to think so."

Aeryn thought about this for a moment, then made her decision. "Would you watch Jezze for me?" When Pilot nodded, Aeryn strode from the room.

"What are you going to do, Officer Sun?"

"To talk to John," Aeryn replied over her shoulder. And do we need it. She added silently.

Somehow she thought Pilot knew what she meant.

So…one chappie down, however many more left to go! Please review!!