Author's disclaimer: The characters of Farscape belong to Henson
Productions. I just borrowed them for a short time.
Authors note: This story is the sequel to "A Little Slice of Earth", my first Farscape fanfic.
Dedication: I never expected people to give me the reviews on "A Little Slice Of Earth" that they did. It made me feel good to know that even complete strangers enjoy the stories that I write, stories I had been weaving for myself for years. So, this one is for: my husband John, who has somehow managed not to throw out my Farscape DVD's and videos and patiently ignores and feeds my obsessions; Bob, who keeps my typos in check; and all my new friends on the ultimatefarscape.com bulletin board, especially Crais' Cohorts, who all seem to agree that Morgan is a good match for the brooding Captain.
And of course, to Lani Tupu. Without you, Crais just wouldn't be the arrogant, brooding and moody Captain we all love. You may never read this, Lani, but thanks for bringing him alive.
Prologue
Ex-Peacekeeper Captain Bialar Crais lay staring at Talyn's ceiling, wide awake, sleep eluding him. He felt his lover, Morgan Langtree, a human of all things, move, shifting restlessly in their bed. He rolled over, curling his body around hers, gently caressing her bare shoulder. She sighed in her sleep, settling down at his touch. He still struggled with the fact that he had allowed himself to fall in love, only because he thought, at one point in his life, that this particular emotion would be forever forbidden to him. But then his life changed, thanks to Morgan's cousin, Commander John Crichton.
Crais stared at the dark walls, his mind wandering, blocking out Talyn's constant data feed. His mind drifted to thoughts of his parents, fading memories of the love they enjoyed on the small farm they owned, deep within Peacekeeper territory. A love they had passed on to their two young sons. His mind drifted on to thoughts and memories of Tauvo, his younger brother, lost to him. Crais closed his eyes against the image Maldis had brought to life of Tauvo's burning body. It occurred to Crais that if it hadn't been for the love he had felt for his own brother, he'd still be a Peacekeeper. The irony unsettled him.
Crais slipped out of bed to stand at the viewport, his hands clasped behind his back in perfect military form. Old habits died hard. The stars twinkled around the Leviathan gunship and Crais wondered to himself which one of them was Earth. He knew Morgan would never return to the planet of her birth. She had made that decision the day she linked with Talyn, defying her cousin and following her heart, staying with the man she had fallen in love with. The same man who had once vowed to kill her cousin.
"You're doing it again," Morgan remarked softly.
Crais smiled slightly at her words as she slipped up behind him, her arms encircling his waist. He laid his hands over hers, entwining her long fingers with his. "I could not sleep."
"I noticed." Her breath was warm against his bare back. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked softly, kissing his shoulder.
"No Morgan." He glanced over his shoulder at her. He returned his gaze to the stars as he released her hands. "It is nothing," he whispered, closing his eyes in delight as she ran her hands up his chest, her fingernails lightly grazing his flesh.
"I really wish you would come back to bed, Bialar."
He sighed, clasping her wrist in his hand and raising her fingers to his lips. "I still won't be able to sleep."
Morgan moved around him, her hair slightly disheveled, her eyes bright in the soft lights. She smiled at Crais, laying her hands on his chest, slowly moving them up to twine her fingers in his unbound hair, pulling his head down towards her. "I don't recall saying anything about sleeping," she whispered against his lips.
Copyright 2002, Beth A. Carpenter
Authors note: This story is the sequel to "A Little Slice of Earth", my first Farscape fanfic.
Dedication: I never expected people to give me the reviews on "A Little Slice Of Earth" that they did. It made me feel good to know that even complete strangers enjoy the stories that I write, stories I had been weaving for myself for years. So, this one is for: my husband John, who has somehow managed not to throw out my Farscape DVD's and videos and patiently ignores and feeds my obsessions; Bob, who keeps my typos in check; and all my new friends on the ultimatefarscape.com bulletin board, especially Crais' Cohorts, who all seem to agree that Morgan is a good match for the brooding Captain.
And of course, to Lani Tupu. Without you, Crais just wouldn't be the arrogant, brooding and moody Captain we all love. You may never read this, Lani, but thanks for bringing him alive.
Prologue
Ex-Peacekeeper Captain Bialar Crais lay staring at Talyn's ceiling, wide awake, sleep eluding him. He felt his lover, Morgan Langtree, a human of all things, move, shifting restlessly in their bed. He rolled over, curling his body around hers, gently caressing her bare shoulder. She sighed in her sleep, settling down at his touch. He still struggled with the fact that he had allowed himself to fall in love, only because he thought, at one point in his life, that this particular emotion would be forever forbidden to him. But then his life changed, thanks to Morgan's cousin, Commander John Crichton.
Crais stared at the dark walls, his mind wandering, blocking out Talyn's constant data feed. His mind drifted to thoughts of his parents, fading memories of the love they enjoyed on the small farm they owned, deep within Peacekeeper territory. A love they had passed on to their two young sons. His mind drifted on to thoughts and memories of Tauvo, his younger brother, lost to him. Crais closed his eyes against the image Maldis had brought to life of Tauvo's burning body. It occurred to Crais that if it hadn't been for the love he had felt for his own brother, he'd still be a Peacekeeper. The irony unsettled him.
Crais slipped out of bed to stand at the viewport, his hands clasped behind his back in perfect military form. Old habits died hard. The stars twinkled around the Leviathan gunship and Crais wondered to himself which one of them was Earth. He knew Morgan would never return to the planet of her birth. She had made that decision the day she linked with Talyn, defying her cousin and following her heart, staying with the man she had fallen in love with. The same man who had once vowed to kill her cousin.
"You're doing it again," Morgan remarked softly.
Crais smiled slightly at her words as she slipped up behind him, her arms encircling his waist. He laid his hands over hers, entwining her long fingers with his. "I could not sleep."
"I noticed." Her breath was warm against his bare back. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked softly, kissing his shoulder.
"No Morgan." He glanced over his shoulder at her. He returned his gaze to the stars as he released her hands. "It is nothing," he whispered, closing his eyes in delight as she ran her hands up his chest, her fingernails lightly grazing his flesh.
"I really wish you would come back to bed, Bialar."
He sighed, clasping her wrist in his hand and raising her fingers to his lips. "I still won't be able to sleep."
Morgan moved around him, her hair slightly disheveled, her eyes bright in the soft lights. She smiled at Crais, laying her hands on his chest, slowly moving them up to twine her fingers in his unbound hair, pulling his head down towards her. "I don't recall saying anything about sleeping," she whispered against his lips.
Copyright 2002, Beth A. Carpenter