Dear john (or Aeryn's Song)


While frantically scrabbling round in his rucksack for pen and paper to calculate a wormhole trajectory as his only way out, JC pulls out folded piece of paper (looking remarkably like a sheet of his notebook!) which turns out to be a letter from Aeryn....


Dear John (sorry it was too tempting -ed)


I have no training for this but I have to try to tell you why, and how I feel, try to make you understand - so you won't hate me. It shouldn't matter, not now. But it does.


I have to go. I'm sorry. So sorry. We were never meant to be. I know that now. I wish you did too. We can't go back. We can't unmake what has happened. I had my moment and it was wonderful but it's over. The time I had with your double was perfect for me and can never be repeated. I know you are so like him, are him, but you're not. You weren't him - then.


I was, for a brief moment in time so much more but I can't do it any more. Not now. It hurts too much. Every time I look at you, hear you, I see him and I remember. And it hurts!


John - don't think badly of me. I did, I do, love you. But I must go. I have to get some control back in my life. I will be what I will be - on my own. It has to be this way. We've been through so much together John Crichton and I owe so much to you. This is not easy for me but please respect my wishes. And if fate decrees we meet again - then please - leave me alone.


Sorry - for everything. Go home. Have a good life.


Aeryn Sun