Farscape: Shattered Mirror
Chapter Two
"Crichton. What the frell is going on?" Dar'go growled.
"Yes Crichton what's the matter?" Zhaan asked. Crichton looked around anger obvious in his eyes.
"You want to know what those bastards did to Aeryn?" Crichton stared around the meal room daring them to respond.
"Not really," Rygel muttered too engrossed in whatever trinket he was playing with to care. Wrong answer. Crichton swung his arm sweeping everything in front of Rygel off the table and crashing to the floor. "Hey!" Rygel started, "I will expect complete compensation for," he didn't finish, for the reason that Crichton had lifted him out of his chair and pushed him against the wall.
"John!" Zhaan scolded. " Calm down." She rested a hand on his shoulder. But he shoved her off. "John." She said again softer this time. "Calm down." He took a deep breath and sat Rygel down. Then sitting down himself he started.
"They," he stopped and rubbed his forehead. "they… they raped her." He looked up. All of them were shocked at what they had just heard. "And from what she's told me I believe it was Crais who ordered it if not the one who executed it to." even Rygel had lost interest in his expensive little doodas.
"What should we do?" Dar'go asked." Even Zhaan seemed surprised that he was the first one to ask.
"I… I don't know." Crichton sighed.
"Crichton?" Pilot's blue head appeared in the holo projector.
"Not now Pilot…"
"Crichton! Moya's concerned." He continued. "She's afraid that Lieutenant Sun is considering suicide."
"Ah, Shit! Pilot where is she?" Crichton asked as he rushed out of the room.
"In her quarters." He heard Pilot's voice over the comm.
The dreams were the worst, the nightmares, the memories, all real, all in the past. It was unbearable or else she wouldn't be holding a pistol in her hand, she wouldn't be contemplating this. She had fallen as far as it was possible for a peacekeeper to fall, as far as it was possible for anyone to fall, and she couldn't forget. The tears ran freely as she fingered the weapon in her hand and picked it up. She was beginning to look forward to the silence, the end of fear and worry, which death brought, and the only true escape. She placed the muzzle against the side of her head. Took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.
The wall behind her bore a scorch mark and she was still breathing she looked up and saw Crichton lying on the ground holding the pistol in his hand. His eyes were filled with emotion and that was what caught her attention. Sad and angry and scared, all at the same time, but what did he have to be sad about, what did he have to be angry with, what did he have to be scared about. "What the hell Aeryn?" he yelled, pain easily heard in his voice that's another way he was hurting. "Why would you even think about doing that?"
"I can't go on," she answered her voice trembling. "I can't close my eyes without seeing him. I can't sleep without remembering the nightmares that happened to me on that ship." She sat back against the bed and brought her knees against her chest in a defensive position. Crichton stood up sat the gun on the table and came over to sit next to her.
"There's this thing we do on earth." He started. "If we have a bad dream we tell it to someone and then it doesn't come back." He looked at her; she was listening, "so if you want to I'm all ears." She looked at him, then using her bed cloth she wiped the tears from her eyes and begin.
"It was my third day there I had already been subject to at least half a dozen humiliations. When Crais walked in…
"Good morning lieutenant. Sleep well?" Crais asked a dark glint in his eye. He walked over to the bed in the cell grabbed her upper arms and pulled her to her feet. She couldn't bear to look him in the eye; he knew it, knew it and liked it, "what's the matter? Not having fun?" she was scared at what he might do and kept her mouth shut. "Doesn't matter anyway." He said obviously getting board with this train of thought. "Well, just thought you would be happy to know that I wasn't able to find anyone to frell you today." She looked up at the news, not trusting her ears to have relayed the information to her brain. "That's right no peacekeepers frelling you. However…" a nerve-racking pause. " I did find out that there are creatures mindless beasts that live on crellon 5 that can be trained to mount somebody." Aeryn was scared and confused. "And I bought three."
"What?" she gasped hoping she didn't hear right.
"I bought three." He held up her face and looked her direct in the eye. "But what would be the fun of just bringing them in here. No I'm going to take you over to this broken ship I bought and let them loose in there and guess who will be joining them." He smiled a dark smile. "You."
"That was the begin of one of the most humiliating days of my life." Aeryn explained. By now she had moved out of her original position and was leaning against Crichton, enveloped in the warmth of his arms. "He had set up cameras all through out the ship, and when I got back I found out that every moment of my torture had been recorded and transmitted throughout the ship." she rested her head against Crichton's shoulder. "I think he even sent it back to peacekeeper high command to use as a deterrent for other peacekeepers that wish to defect."
"I'm sorry." Was all that john could manage to say, Aeryn sank deeper into him, and it was enough? "Don't worry in the future I will always be there for you and Crais will never get you again."
"Thank You."
"You're welcome." He motioned that he needed to stand up. "If you want me just call me, I'll be right back." He stood up.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"To make modifications to the Farscape, I'll be back in a little bit." He saw the fear in her eyes about being alone. "Is that okay?" she nodded. "I'll be back I promise." He stood and walked out of the room. As soon as he had turned the corner he said. "Pilot?"
"Yes Crichton?" came the voice out of the comm.
"I need some help modifying the Farscape with weapons, would you be able to do that?"
"Yes, but Moya wants to know why you need weapons?"
"I have some ass to kick."