Okay, here is my first ever Farscape fic! I tried to resist the temptation and I couldn't, had to try!
I don't own anything, I'm not making money, so please don't sue!
This is set I guess a cycle after 'Fractures.' Scorpius is dead (The wicked witch is dead! hehe!) While
Aeryn and John aren't completely back together, they are talking again and getting close. John's going to
get lucky, hehe, anyway, I miss Zhaan. So guess what! She's back! Yea, Stark! ...hmm... I think I'll
shut up now...
Title: Surprise Surprise
Chapter 1: Race of Surprise
Rated: R
***
John groaned and opened his eyes. He blinked and his eyes focused on Aeryn. "Where are we?"
"We've been captured."
John sat up slowly. He hesitantly touched his head and then looked at his hand. There were flecks of
dried blood. "What happened?"
"They ambushed us. Got you first."
"What did they hit me with?"
Aeryn stared at him. John stared back confused. Slowly it dawned on him. They were probably being
monitored, that's why her answers had been so short. "Never mind," he said after a moment. Aeryn nodded
understanding.
John's eyes took in their cell. The back wall of the cell was solid and the other three were metal bars.
In front of them appeared to be a medical area. John's eyes narrowed. No, it was an interrogation chamber
or, his throat felt suddenly dry, a research area. If that's what it was, then that meant they were the test
subjects.
He could see five other cells beside his and Aeryn's. Zhaan and Stark were in the one beside them. They
both were still unconscious. Jool and D'Argo were in the next cell. D'Argo was chained to the ceiling by
the rings in his collarbone and his wrists. He seemed lucid, but it was hard to tell. Jool was leaning
against the back wall. She was awake but in obvious pain. John couldn't tell what was wrong with her
though. Chiana and Rygel were in the cell next to them. Both were awake and talking softly, glancing at
their friends. Chiana smiled slightly when she saw he was awake and said something to Rygel. He glanced
at John and nodded slightly, acknowledging him. The cell beside them appeared empty. The last cell was
occupied though. A Sebacean woman was laying in the middle of the floor.
John looked back at Aeryn. Her eyes said it all. Everyone had come down to the planet and Crais wasn't
anywhere close. There would be no rescue and at the moment escape wasn't looking to promising. John stood
up and walked to the door to the cell, resting his hands on the bars. "Where are our keepers?"
At that moment, the door to the room opened. In walked four of their jailors. They were tall and slim,
their skin deep green, all had light green hair that fell loosely to their waist. One of them walked over
to John. "This one is awake. Do you wish to start with him?"
John glanced over at the other three. One of them shook his head. "No, I want to finish the test we began
yesterday on the woman."
The one by John nodded. "Yes, sir." He walked to the last cell and opened the door. He walked in and
pulled the woman to her feet. She was barely able to stand. He dragged her out of the cell and shoved her
onto the table. She was too weak to resist. He stepped back and the two assistants began hooking her up
to a machine. She seemed to realize which one they were hooking her up to because she tried to fight them
off, though in her condition it wasn't much of a fight, only a weak push that was easily overlooked. John
couldn't see her face but from the sounds he heard, he could tell she was crying.
"Her brain wave patterns are astounding," the doctor remarked. It was something he said every time he saw
them. "I think that's why I've kept her so long." He grinned.
"Yes, you've never kept a subject this long before," one of the assistants replied.
The other assistant grinned. "That's because they are all inferior subjects, they die too quickly."
The doctor smiled again. "Two full cycles. She is precious."
The three began their work on the woman. They must have been at it for over two arns before they stopped.
The woman was silent and John wondered if she was conscious. All of his friends were awake and staring at
the scene in horror.
"Do you wish to begin on the next subject?"
"No, I think I will rest. Just leave her there." He smiled. "She won't be moving for awhile." The other
three smirked and the group left the room. John stared at the closed door for a moment before moving back to
the woman. He was surprised to see her trying to sit up. She finally managed it, though her ragged breaths
were clearly heard and he could see her limbs shaking. She got off the table and immediately collapsed to the
floor, her legs unable to support her. She crawled over to a cabinet and opened it, pulling out a small
container. She had to rest before she could open it. When she finally did manage to get the top off, she
attacked the contents with all the energy she had. John watched her eat. He couldn't see her clearly because
of the way the room was lit and her hair was in her face. Bruises and dirt marred what little he could see.
After eating she closed the container and looked around. For the first time she noticed the other prisoners.
Using the cabinet for support, she stood still clutching the container. Nearly expending what little energy
she had gained from eating she made her way over to a sink. She splashed water on her face and then drank.
Taking another small container from beside the sink she began filling it with water. She turned off the water
and tucked the container of food underneath her arm. She picked up the container of water and began walking
to the cells. She stood in front of Zhaan and Stark and held out the container of water. Stark took it. It
was to large to pass through the bars, so he had to drink from it with his face up against the bars. He passed
it to Zhaan, who accepted it gratefully. She gave them the container of food, which was small enough to pass
through. Zhaan started to say something after she drank, but the woman reached through the bars and pressed a
finger to her lips. Zhaan looked puzzled and the woman smiled.
"No thanks is necessary, Delvian. You're eyes are blue, you would have done the same for me." Her voice was
rough, like it hadn't been used in a long time, or had been used too much very recently. She took the container
of water from Zhaan and walked to D'Argo and Jool's cell. "Interion, come and drink."
Jool slowly stood and walked towards her. She took the water and drank from it. The woman's eyes looked her
over. "I cannot help your pain," she said softly. "And I have nothing that can ease it. This room was not
designed to help the injured. Just rest. I'll bring you food in a moment."
The woman walked back to Zhaan's and Stark's cell. "Banik, please give me the food." He passed it to her and
she set the water in front of him.
"What about the others?" he asked.
Her gaze turned cold. "I will not help a Luxan, a Nebari, or a Hynerian. And I would rather die than help a
Sebacean." Chiana and Rygel stared at the floor somewhat embarrassed by the reputations their species had
earned. D'Argo glared at her, but inside was wondering why she distrusted Luxans.
John finally realized why she had never once looked in the direction of him and Aeryn. Zhaan walked to her and
placed a hand on her arm. "Aren't you a Sebacean? Why won't you help someone of your own species?"
The woman couldn't help the harsh laugh that escaped her lips. "I'm no more Sebacean than you." The woman
shrugged off Zhaan's hand and walked to Jool. She gave her the food.
Zhaan looked at John and then back at the woman. She was walking back towards the sink. She had almost reached
it when Zhaan's question stopped her. "Are you Human?"
The woman turned slowly. "Where have you heard that before?" she asked coldly. When Zhaan didn't answer
immediately, the woman walked as rapidly as her depleting energy allowed to Zhaan's cell. She clutched the bars
in front of Zhaan. "Has Earth been invaded?" Zhaan stared at her in shock. "Tell me how you know I'm human!"
she practically shouted. She burst into tears and collapsed to the floor, shaking, the last of her energy
gone.
Zhaan looked at John, seeking guidance. He was staring at the woman, a shocked expression on his face. He
walked to the edge of his cell and crouched down. Her long brown hair hid her face from his sight. 'What
could I say that could convince her I am a Human too?' he wondered. His thoughts took a dark turn. 'What if
she wasn't Human? What if this was a trick?' After she quieted down, John said, "Star Wars didn't really
prepare us for the Uncharted Territories did it?"
***
WELL... what do ya think? Please review or send me an e-mail!
I don't own anything, I'm not making money, so please don't sue!
This is set I guess a cycle after 'Fractures.' Scorpius is dead (The wicked witch is dead! hehe!) While
Aeryn and John aren't completely back together, they are talking again and getting close. John's going to
get lucky, hehe, anyway, I miss Zhaan. So guess what! She's back! Yea, Stark! ...hmm... I think I'll
shut up now...
Title: Surprise Surprise
Chapter 1: Race of Surprise
Rated: R
***
John groaned and opened his eyes. He blinked and his eyes focused on Aeryn. "Where are we?"
"We've been captured."
John sat up slowly. He hesitantly touched his head and then looked at his hand. There were flecks of
dried blood. "What happened?"
"They ambushed us. Got you first."
"What did they hit me with?"
Aeryn stared at him. John stared back confused. Slowly it dawned on him. They were probably being
monitored, that's why her answers had been so short. "Never mind," he said after a moment. Aeryn nodded
understanding.
John's eyes took in their cell. The back wall of the cell was solid and the other three were metal bars.
In front of them appeared to be a medical area. John's eyes narrowed. No, it was an interrogation chamber
or, his throat felt suddenly dry, a research area. If that's what it was, then that meant they were the test
subjects.
He could see five other cells beside his and Aeryn's. Zhaan and Stark were in the one beside them. They
both were still unconscious. Jool and D'Argo were in the next cell. D'Argo was chained to the ceiling by
the rings in his collarbone and his wrists. He seemed lucid, but it was hard to tell. Jool was leaning
against the back wall. She was awake but in obvious pain. John couldn't tell what was wrong with her
though. Chiana and Rygel were in the cell next to them. Both were awake and talking softly, glancing at
their friends. Chiana smiled slightly when she saw he was awake and said something to Rygel. He glanced
at John and nodded slightly, acknowledging him. The cell beside them appeared empty. The last cell was
occupied though. A Sebacean woman was laying in the middle of the floor.
John looked back at Aeryn. Her eyes said it all. Everyone had come down to the planet and Crais wasn't
anywhere close. There would be no rescue and at the moment escape wasn't looking to promising. John stood
up and walked to the door to the cell, resting his hands on the bars. "Where are our keepers?"
At that moment, the door to the room opened. In walked four of their jailors. They were tall and slim,
their skin deep green, all had light green hair that fell loosely to their waist. One of them walked over
to John. "This one is awake. Do you wish to start with him?"
John glanced over at the other three. One of them shook his head. "No, I want to finish the test we began
yesterday on the woman."
The one by John nodded. "Yes, sir." He walked to the last cell and opened the door. He walked in and
pulled the woman to her feet. She was barely able to stand. He dragged her out of the cell and shoved her
onto the table. She was too weak to resist. He stepped back and the two assistants began hooking her up
to a machine. She seemed to realize which one they were hooking her up to because she tried to fight them
off, though in her condition it wasn't much of a fight, only a weak push that was easily overlooked. John
couldn't see her face but from the sounds he heard, he could tell she was crying.
"Her brain wave patterns are astounding," the doctor remarked. It was something he said every time he saw
them. "I think that's why I've kept her so long." He grinned.
"Yes, you've never kept a subject this long before," one of the assistants replied.
The other assistant grinned. "That's because they are all inferior subjects, they die too quickly."
The doctor smiled again. "Two full cycles. She is precious."
The three began their work on the woman. They must have been at it for over two arns before they stopped.
The woman was silent and John wondered if she was conscious. All of his friends were awake and staring at
the scene in horror.
"Do you wish to begin on the next subject?"
"No, I think I will rest. Just leave her there." He smiled. "She won't be moving for awhile." The other
three smirked and the group left the room. John stared at the closed door for a moment before moving back to
the woman. He was surprised to see her trying to sit up. She finally managed it, though her ragged breaths
were clearly heard and he could see her limbs shaking. She got off the table and immediately collapsed to the
floor, her legs unable to support her. She crawled over to a cabinet and opened it, pulling out a small
container. She had to rest before she could open it. When she finally did manage to get the top off, she
attacked the contents with all the energy she had. John watched her eat. He couldn't see her clearly because
of the way the room was lit and her hair was in her face. Bruises and dirt marred what little he could see.
After eating she closed the container and looked around. For the first time she noticed the other prisoners.
Using the cabinet for support, she stood still clutching the container. Nearly expending what little energy
she had gained from eating she made her way over to a sink. She splashed water on her face and then drank.
Taking another small container from beside the sink she began filling it with water. She turned off the water
and tucked the container of food underneath her arm. She picked up the container of water and began walking
to the cells. She stood in front of Zhaan and Stark and held out the container of water. Stark took it. It
was to large to pass through the bars, so he had to drink from it with his face up against the bars. He passed
it to Zhaan, who accepted it gratefully. She gave them the container of food, which was small enough to pass
through. Zhaan started to say something after she drank, but the woman reached through the bars and pressed a
finger to her lips. Zhaan looked puzzled and the woman smiled.
"No thanks is necessary, Delvian. You're eyes are blue, you would have done the same for me." Her voice was
rough, like it hadn't been used in a long time, or had been used too much very recently. She took the container
of water from Zhaan and walked to D'Argo and Jool's cell. "Interion, come and drink."
Jool slowly stood and walked towards her. She took the water and drank from it. The woman's eyes looked her
over. "I cannot help your pain," she said softly. "And I have nothing that can ease it. This room was not
designed to help the injured. Just rest. I'll bring you food in a moment."
The woman walked back to Zhaan's and Stark's cell. "Banik, please give me the food." He passed it to her and
she set the water in front of him.
"What about the others?" he asked.
Her gaze turned cold. "I will not help a Luxan, a Nebari, or a Hynerian. And I would rather die than help a
Sebacean." Chiana and Rygel stared at the floor somewhat embarrassed by the reputations their species had
earned. D'Argo glared at her, but inside was wondering why she distrusted Luxans.
John finally realized why she had never once looked in the direction of him and Aeryn. Zhaan walked to her and
placed a hand on her arm. "Aren't you a Sebacean? Why won't you help someone of your own species?"
The woman couldn't help the harsh laugh that escaped her lips. "I'm no more Sebacean than you." The woman
shrugged off Zhaan's hand and walked to Jool. She gave her the food.
Zhaan looked at John and then back at the woman. She was walking back towards the sink. She had almost reached
it when Zhaan's question stopped her. "Are you Human?"
The woman turned slowly. "Where have you heard that before?" she asked coldly. When Zhaan didn't answer
immediately, the woman walked as rapidly as her depleting energy allowed to Zhaan's cell. She clutched the bars
in front of Zhaan. "Has Earth been invaded?" Zhaan stared at her in shock. "Tell me how you know I'm human!"
she practically shouted. She burst into tears and collapsed to the floor, shaking, the last of her energy
gone.
Zhaan looked at John, seeking guidance. He was staring at the woman, a shocked expression on his face. He
walked to the edge of his cell and crouched down. Her long brown hair hid her face from his sight. 'What
could I say that could convince her I am a Human too?' he wondered. His thoughts took a dark turn. 'What if
she wasn't Human? What if this was a trick?' After she quieted down, John said, "Star Wars didn't really
prepare us for the Uncharted Territories did it?"
***
WELL... what do ya think? Please review or send me an e-mail!