A Little Slice Of Earth
(a Farscape FanFic by Beth A. Carpenter)
(Authors disclaimer: The characters of Farscape belong to Henson Productions. I just borrowed them for a short time.)
(Authors note: This story takes place approximately six months after the episode "Fractures". Please keep in mind that what happens here is all my own. Who knows where the show will actually take us!)
(Dedication: I am still fairly new to the Farscape universe and I get ribbed about my fascination with Crais all the time. But, three people pushed me over the edge into Farscape madness. This story is for them: Amber, the sister of my heart; Joe, the best verbal sparing partner I have ever had; and Kathryn, my loving niece who I have been writing for since she was born. Amber, Joe and Kat, thanks for all the continuing love and support. Beth.)
Prologue
Crichton was dreaming. Dreaming of ice cream and sand beneath his bare feet. Dreaming of walking down the boardwalk of any beach and just watching the sun sink below the horizon. Not any sun on any planet. The sun that the planet Earth revolved around. The planet that gave him birth.
A figure stepped up to him, a young woman that shared the same vivid blue eyes with him that no one else had. Her short brown hair curled around her neck and even though she only reached his chin, she was as tough as they came. "So, tomorrow's the big day, huh?"
"Yup. The Farscape is primed and ready. It will be interesting to see how the module performs." Crichton looked down at her. "NASA has high hopes for it Morgan. It could change space travel for all time."
Morgan nodded. "I know. I just.I don't know. I'm still not happy about the propulsion system and the way the fuel is mixing and."
Crichton laughed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "There's that system engineer sneaking back out. You worry too much, Morgan. The Farscape will work out fine. What could go wrong?"
1 Go wrong.wrong.wrong.
Crichton sat straight up in bed, slightly disoriented. He slowed his breathing down and looked around. Aeryn still lay beside him, her breathing soft and even. Crichton stood up and walked over to the view port. Talyn still floated beside Moya. The young Leviathan ship was dark and quiet, as Moya was. He turned and slid back in bed, curling his body around Aeryn's.
"It was just a dream, you stupid yotz," he whispered to himself. "Just a dream."
Copyright 2001 Beth A. Carpenter
(a Farscape FanFic by Beth A. Carpenter)
(Authors disclaimer: The characters of Farscape belong to Henson Productions. I just borrowed them for a short time.)
(Authors note: This story takes place approximately six months after the episode "Fractures". Please keep in mind that what happens here is all my own. Who knows where the show will actually take us!)
(Dedication: I am still fairly new to the Farscape universe and I get ribbed about my fascination with Crais all the time. But, three people pushed me over the edge into Farscape madness. This story is for them: Amber, the sister of my heart; Joe, the best verbal sparing partner I have ever had; and Kathryn, my loving niece who I have been writing for since she was born. Amber, Joe and Kat, thanks for all the continuing love and support. Beth.)
Prologue
Crichton was dreaming. Dreaming of ice cream and sand beneath his bare feet. Dreaming of walking down the boardwalk of any beach and just watching the sun sink below the horizon. Not any sun on any planet. The sun that the planet Earth revolved around. The planet that gave him birth.
A figure stepped up to him, a young woman that shared the same vivid blue eyes with him that no one else had. Her short brown hair curled around her neck and even though she only reached his chin, she was as tough as they came. "So, tomorrow's the big day, huh?"
"Yup. The Farscape is primed and ready. It will be interesting to see how the module performs." Crichton looked down at her. "NASA has high hopes for it Morgan. It could change space travel for all time."
Morgan nodded. "I know. I just.I don't know. I'm still not happy about the propulsion system and the way the fuel is mixing and."
Crichton laughed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "There's that system engineer sneaking back out. You worry too much, Morgan. The Farscape will work out fine. What could go wrong?"
1 Go wrong.wrong.wrong.
Crichton sat straight up in bed, slightly disoriented. He slowed his breathing down and looked around. Aeryn still lay beside him, her breathing soft and even. Crichton stood up and walked over to the view port. Talyn still floated beside Moya. The young Leviathan ship was dark and quiet, as Moya was. He turned and slid back in bed, curling his body around Aeryn's.
"It was just a dream, you stupid yotz," he whispered to himself. "Just a dream."
Copyright 2001 Beth A. Carpenter