Mothers (G)
Setting – towards the end of PKW.
Written straight to the board with no safety net on a sudden flash of inspiration.
Not mine and no money made.
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Mothers (G)
After watching the ceremony, the two spirits stood at adjacent basins in the celestial powder room.
"I always cry at weddings," Leslie excused herself, dabbing her eyes.
"I always finding mating ceremonies… difficult to deal with," Xhalax observed, glaring at herself in the mirror, daring herself to show any emotion.
"I thought she'd never let him make an honest woman out of her."
"Well, if she was going to pledge herself to a mate, at least she did it with a weapon in her hand."
"I'm just glad that they managed to tie the knot before the baby was born."
"Typical of Aeryn… Allowing herself to be distracted by something unimportant when she should have been focussed on fighting the enemy."
The two women paused, each turning their head to appraise their counterpart for the first time. There was no love lost on either side.
"So you're Aeryn Sun's mother?" It was more an accusation than a question.
"You're Crichton's progenitor?" Her tone implied that that explained everything.
They both nodded.
"Now I see where she gets it from," Leslie arched an eyebrow, casting her gaze slowly from head to toe over Xhalax.
"Are they your tarot cards? Well, the dren doesn't fall far from the trill bat..." Xhalax riposted.
The two females squared up to each other warily, each trying to decide what their next move should be. Suddenly they were interrupted. Both women found their faces roughly thrust against the mirror by a pair of remarkably strong hands.
"Hello ladies…" said the newcomer." I hope I'm not disturbing?"
"Let go of me!" Xhalax and Leslie both protested.
"Now, listen to me closely so that there is no misunderstanding. My beloved children have just finally rewarded my trust in them, after a couple of cycles when I had had serious cause to worry that my trust had been misplaced. I think they make a lovely couple and that their baby is absolutely beautiful."
"How dare you!?" Xhalax protested, earning her face a harsh shove against the mirror.
"And if I hear any different, I will personally take out my anger on both of your overly incorporeal faces." With a final shove their assailant released them both. "Understand?"
Xhalax and Leslie, united in their ire, turned in time to see a tall, bald, blue skinned woman in a simple grey robe stroll serenely from the bathroom.
The end