"Life Goes On: Coda to LGaM, Part 3: Plan B"
by A. Jade
Rating: PG
Summary: Gap filler for what went on after Jothee arrived in the docking bay
Disclaimer: Farscape is the property of the Jim Henson Company, etc. etc. This fanfic is not for profit, only for fun. Comments: Feedback! For the love of God, feedback!
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"How did you escape Scorpius?" D'Argo asked proudly.
"He let me go," said Jothee, happy with his good fortune. He saw a look of surprise, then despair, creep into his father's eyes, the same look that many of his fellow slaves had hidden when they had learned that they were to be spared at the the cost of the lives of other slaves.
"W-Why?" asked Aeryn. Her voice faltered slightly.
"Oh no," D'Argo whispered. Father and son looked at Aeryn, their pity evident. Aeryn didn't want any of it, wanted instead to spurn it. She turned her head aside so that they wouldn't glimpse her tears. Such noble sacrifice. Aeryn felt as if she was going to be ill.
"Congratulations, D'Argo," said Aeryn in a strangled voice. Very slowly, she turned and walked out of the docking bay, her pace increasing with each step. Moya's charred bulkheads sped by in a dark, twisted blur, plunging Aeryn into a storm of shadows. She didn't stop until she was upon the terrace, her mind reeling like a tipsy stool. She felt the impact physically as well; her knees buckled and she pitched forward, put out her hands to stop her fall.
Gazing up at the innocent stars, Aeryn felt the hot fires of hate begin to stoke themselves into an inferno deep within her belly. She pressed the heels of her plams against her temples as violent images assailed her imagination: images of John being tortured, experimented upon, and ultimately executed. She gritted her teeth, screwed her eyes shut, and screamed, a raw, primal sound that clawed its way out of her throat and took on a life of its own. It echoed throughout Moya's corridors, up and down the tiers. It was the howl of a wounded animal.
Half-blind with tears, Aeryn made her way to her Prowler. She was about to pull on her flightsuit when she felt a large, rough hand descend onto her shoulder. Aeryn spun around, simultaneously disengaging her pulse pistol from its holster and bringing it up in a ready stance. "Go away, D'Argo," she growled.
"I know what you're trying to do, Aeryn," said the Luxan. "But it won't bring Crichton back. We need a plan. We have resources; let's use them." D'Argo gently removed his hand.
Aeryn narrowed her eyes. Her pistol remained steady. "I may never understand a parent's love for his child, Ka D'Argo, but I do understand what I feel for Crichton. Every moment we delay--"
"Is another moment to plan for his rescue," said D'Argo. "You can't do this by yourself. You've been down that path, you know where it goes. So do I, and we both know that you can't help John like this."
Gradually, Aeryn lowered her pistol. For the barest moment, a fire leapt up into her eyes in a massive twisting flame, so bright and intense that D'Argo thought he had failed to convince her. Then the moment passed and the flame died down, or it became shielded. Aeryn holstered her pistol. "Gather everyone in Command," she said. Without looking back, she walked away from her Prowler.
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by A. Jade
Rating: PG
Summary: Gap filler for what went on after Jothee arrived in the docking bay
Disclaimer: Farscape is the property of the Jim Henson Company, etc. etc. This fanfic is not for profit, only for fun. Comments: Feedback! For the love of God, feedback!
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"How did you escape Scorpius?" D'Argo asked proudly.
"He let me go," said Jothee, happy with his good fortune. He saw a look of surprise, then despair, creep into his father's eyes, the same look that many of his fellow slaves had hidden when they had learned that they were to be spared at the the cost of the lives of other slaves.
"W-Why?" asked Aeryn. Her voice faltered slightly.
"Oh no," D'Argo whispered. Father and son looked at Aeryn, their pity evident. Aeryn didn't want any of it, wanted instead to spurn it. She turned her head aside so that they wouldn't glimpse her tears. Such noble sacrifice. Aeryn felt as if she was going to be ill.
"Congratulations, D'Argo," said Aeryn in a strangled voice. Very slowly, she turned and walked out of the docking bay, her pace increasing with each step. Moya's charred bulkheads sped by in a dark, twisted blur, plunging Aeryn into a storm of shadows. She didn't stop until she was upon the terrace, her mind reeling like a tipsy stool. She felt the impact physically as well; her knees buckled and she pitched forward, put out her hands to stop her fall.
Gazing up at the innocent stars, Aeryn felt the hot fires of hate begin to stoke themselves into an inferno deep within her belly. She pressed the heels of her plams against her temples as violent images assailed her imagination: images of John being tortured, experimented upon, and ultimately executed. She gritted her teeth, screwed her eyes shut, and screamed, a raw, primal sound that clawed its way out of her throat and took on a life of its own. It echoed throughout Moya's corridors, up and down the tiers. It was the howl of a wounded animal.
Half-blind with tears, Aeryn made her way to her Prowler. She was about to pull on her flightsuit when she felt a large, rough hand descend onto her shoulder. Aeryn spun around, simultaneously disengaging her pulse pistol from its holster and bringing it up in a ready stance. "Go away, D'Argo," she growled.
"I know what you're trying to do, Aeryn," said the Luxan. "But it won't bring Crichton back. We need a plan. We have resources; let's use them." D'Argo gently removed his hand.
Aeryn narrowed her eyes. Her pistol remained steady. "I may never understand a parent's love for his child, Ka D'Argo, but I do understand what I feel for Crichton. Every moment we delay--"
"Is another moment to plan for his rescue," said D'Argo. "You can't do this by yourself. You've been down that path, you know where it goes. So do I, and we both know that you can't help John like this."
Gradually, Aeryn lowered her pistol. For the barest moment, a fire leapt up into her eyes in a massive twisting flame, so bright and intense that D'Argo thought he had failed to convince her. Then the moment passed and the flame died down, or it became shielded. Aeryn holstered her pistol. "Gather everyone in Command," she said. Without looking back, she walked away from her Prowler.
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