Disclaimer: They're not mine, I'm just borrowing them for a little fun, etc.
Story Notes: Watching the episode "A Bug's Life" tonight, the idea that maybe it was something subtler than wormholes or Scorpius that shifted Crichton into who he is now sprang to mind. It's always something that's ticked away in my head, but I didn't know what to do with it. Guess that problem's been solved.
A flash of metal against black and red.
A freeze frame of moments. That's all life is. There've been many in my life. Going to the beach when I was five years old. Before the head-on collision when I was 19. When I got the news that my mother had died. The day I first learned about wormholes. The past ten years have become a blur, though. The snapshots of memory bleeding together, symbolizing the chaotic lifestyle I've been forced to lead.
Most would say that the day my life changed was the same one that I met the rest of the universe. Since that very day, wormholes have shaped my life as I've used them to shape the course of history. It's strange, though, because I don't see that as the day my life changed, the day that there became a 'then' and a 'now'. It wasn't the day I was given the key to wormholes, either. In fact, it had nothing to do with wormholes. They had meaning then, yes, but with a flash of metal against black and red my life changed.
Profound, some might say. Not really. More a matter of circumstance and a humorous naiveness that I possessed at one time. It was more a series of events, rather than one solid moment that did it. Rarely does one thing have the power to shift such things. Then again, it's not the masses of nuclear weapons you have to worry about, but the one that someone is prepared to use.
It was simple, really. We had to fool a Peacekeeper commando group into believing I was a Peacekeeper Captain. I held my own. Problem was, the commandos cargo was a virus. An intellent virus. Host to host, you couldn't tell. In the melee of events that followed, I became infected and killed one of the commandos.
No, I didn't willingly, or even consciously, kill her, but it changed me. For the better... I'm not sure. It could be argued, that because of the events that occurred the fateful day, I'm still alive. A lot of people are still alive. And by the same token, many that would have lived are now dead. Fate, destiny, whatever you'd like to call it...
Aeryn found herself at the mercy of the same virus, now possessing the mind and body of one of the commandos, Captain Larraq. A flash of metal against black and red. A different kind of red, a liquid red, mingling with the image. A freeze frame.
I hadn't been sure before then of how I felt about Aeryn. We'd been more than friend close once. Still I hadn't been sure. My heart constricted and I couldn't breath, almost as if I had been the one stabbed by the wicked looking blade.
When Larraq was dead, by my own mind, if not hand, I was elated. Revenge on him – more the virus and what it used him to do – tasted sweet. Temporary insanity, I like to think. It wasn't the last time revenge tasted sweet, though. And the last time is never really the last time, no matter how hard you try.
Maybe it never really happened. It's only a snapshot, a freeze frame moment from something I thought happened. Maybe it didn't. But then I think, 'When did I change? When did I become what I am now?' and realize that if it didn't happen, I probably wouldn't be here. I guess I can still trust my mind to some degree.
Even if that trust doesn't extended beyond that freeze frame infection of my life.
Fin
Story Notes: Watching the episode "A Bug's Life" tonight, the idea that maybe it was something subtler than wormholes or Scorpius that shifted Crichton into who he is now sprang to mind. It's always something that's ticked away in my head, but I didn't know what to do with it. Guess that problem's been solved.
A flash of metal against black and red.
A freeze frame of moments. That's all life is. There've been many in my life. Going to the beach when I was five years old. Before the head-on collision when I was 19. When I got the news that my mother had died. The day I first learned about wormholes. The past ten years have become a blur, though. The snapshots of memory bleeding together, symbolizing the chaotic lifestyle I've been forced to lead.
Most would say that the day my life changed was the same one that I met the rest of the universe. Since that very day, wormholes have shaped my life as I've used them to shape the course of history. It's strange, though, because I don't see that as the day my life changed, the day that there became a 'then' and a 'now'. It wasn't the day I was given the key to wormholes, either. In fact, it had nothing to do with wormholes. They had meaning then, yes, but with a flash of metal against black and red my life changed.
Profound, some might say. Not really. More a matter of circumstance and a humorous naiveness that I possessed at one time. It was more a series of events, rather than one solid moment that did it. Rarely does one thing have the power to shift such things. Then again, it's not the masses of nuclear weapons you have to worry about, but the one that someone is prepared to use.
It was simple, really. We had to fool a Peacekeeper commando group into believing I was a Peacekeeper Captain. I held my own. Problem was, the commandos cargo was a virus. An intellent virus. Host to host, you couldn't tell. In the melee of events that followed, I became infected and killed one of the commandos.
No, I didn't willingly, or even consciously, kill her, but it changed me. For the better... I'm not sure. It could be argued, that because of the events that occurred the fateful day, I'm still alive. A lot of people are still alive. And by the same token, many that would have lived are now dead. Fate, destiny, whatever you'd like to call it...
Aeryn found herself at the mercy of the same virus, now possessing the mind and body of one of the commandos, Captain Larraq. A flash of metal against black and red. A different kind of red, a liquid red, mingling with the image. A freeze frame.
I hadn't been sure before then of how I felt about Aeryn. We'd been more than friend close once. Still I hadn't been sure. My heart constricted and I couldn't breath, almost as if I had been the one stabbed by the wicked looking blade.
When Larraq was dead, by my own mind, if not hand, I was elated. Revenge on him – more the virus and what it used him to do – tasted sweet. Temporary insanity, I like to think. It wasn't the last time revenge tasted sweet, though. And the last time is never really the last time, no matter how hard you try.
Maybe it never really happened. It's only a snapshot, a freeze frame moment from something I thought happened. Maybe it didn't. But then I think, 'When did I change? When did I become what I am now?' and realize that if it didn't happen, I probably wouldn't be here. I guess I can still trust my mind to some degree.
Even if that trust doesn't extended beyond that freeze frame infection of my life.
Fin
