Sleepless
Disclaimer: Ain't mine. Nope. Uh-uh.
Notes: A post ep for Relativity. What a great episode! Written while listening to Phantom Of The Opera. That really doesn't mean that much, it's just my way of saying that this will be much more serious than those fics I've written while listening to Starlight Express. G Sentient trains all the way! (that was a tangent... It can be ignored).
Spoilers: GEM, OOTM.
Aeryn was tired. Very tired. John could see this, even as she entered the quarters that they shared on Talyn. Actually, Crais had given them separate quarters, so this closeness wasn't truly necessary. It was simply preferred. She smiled at him, doing her best to look playful, and failing miserably.
Sex, was of course an option, one that John would have jumped to at any other time. Not now. She needed to sleep. If that was even possible right now. John hadn't slept the night after his mother died. He had stayed up almost all night, with his father, crying. Her death still pained him even today, even though he hadn't been the one to kill her. His mother had died of cancer, Aeryn's had died of something far more insidious.
Of course, Aeryn hadn't killed Xelex. She would've, but John hadn't let her. He had made Crais do it for her, as if that would somehow make everything better. It didn't matter who pulled the trigger. Not really. Dead was dead. Aeryn's mother was gone. The brightest star in the perpetual nigh of his universe was in mourning.
He watched he climb into her side of the bed. If she noticed his lingering gaze she gave no indication of it. He lay, staring he shoulder blade, as she lay staring wide-eyed and alert at the wall. It was several microts before he noticed her shoulder tremble very slightly, as if she were trying to hold back a sob.
Aeryn herself was trying hard not to think-not to feel. How many people that she had loved had died because of her? Xelex, Velorec. Yet that woman had showed no signs of caring about her, not for cycles. The peacekeepers had destroyed that emotion in Xelex.
No... don't think. She reminded herself. It was to late. She felt her eyes become flooded with a familiar moisture, even as she tried to regain control over her betraying emotions. She felt a gentle tug on her shoulder and she turned to face John. His eyes were wet as well, as though he were in the grips of some painful memory of his own.
He pulled her closer to him, so that her forehead rested against his chest. His hand began to move through her hair, in a gentle, rhythmic motion. She focused on that, on him, instead of the painful thoughts that wouldn't let her be. And they slept.
Disclaimer: Ain't mine. Nope. Uh-uh.
Notes: A post ep for Relativity. What a great episode! Written while listening to Phantom Of The Opera. That really doesn't mean that much, it's just my way of saying that this will be much more serious than those fics I've written while listening to Starlight Express. G Sentient trains all the way! (that was a tangent... It can be ignored).
Spoilers: GEM, OOTM.
Aeryn was tired. Very tired. John could see this, even as she entered the quarters that they shared on Talyn. Actually, Crais had given them separate quarters, so this closeness wasn't truly necessary. It was simply preferred. She smiled at him, doing her best to look playful, and failing miserably.
Sex, was of course an option, one that John would have jumped to at any other time. Not now. She needed to sleep. If that was even possible right now. John hadn't slept the night after his mother died. He had stayed up almost all night, with his father, crying. Her death still pained him even today, even though he hadn't been the one to kill her. His mother had died of cancer, Aeryn's had died of something far more insidious.
Of course, Aeryn hadn't killed Xelex. She would've, but John hadn't let her. He had made Crais do it for her, as if that would somehow make everything better. It didn't matter who pulled the trigger. Not really. Dead was dead. Aeryn's mother was gone. The brightest star in the perpetual nigh of his universe was in mourning.
He watched he climb into her side of the bed. If she noticed his lingering gaze she gave no indication of it. He lay, staring he shoulder blade, as she lay staring wide-eyed and alert at the wall. It was several microts before he noticed her shoulder tremble very slightly, as if she were trying to hold back a sob.
Aeryn herself was trying hard not to think-not to feel. How many people that she had loved had died because of her? Xelex, Velorec. Yet that woman had showed no signs of caring about her, not for cycles. The peacekeepers had destroyed that emotion in Xelex.
No... don't think. She reminded herself. It was to late. She felt her eyes become flooded with a familiar moisture, even as she tried to regain control over her betraying emotions. She felt a gentle tug on her shoulder and she turned to face John. His eyes were wet as well, as though he were in the grips of some painful memory of his own.
He pulled her closer to him, so that her forehead rested against his chest. His hand began to move through her hair, in a gentle, rhythmic motion. She focused on that, on him, instead of the painful thoughts that wouldn't let her be. And they slept.
