Category: Humor
Rating: G.
Summery: Will J/A ever live without tension? Don't count on it! Even something as menial as dishes can be fatal!
Spoilers: Maybe DMD, but if you don't know the single most important event of that ep, you've got other problems.
Disclaimer: Farscape is the property of Hallmark Entertainment. I don't own anybody, let alone this bunch off fictional characters. There's no point in suing me, I'm just a poor college student, digging herself into debt. If you have to sue someone....sue Bill Gates, everyone else is.
This is my first attempt at any fic....goofy or otherwise
Read and laugh with me
A ship glided through the laughably named "Uncharted Territories". It was a beautiful ship that looked like a fish, moved like a fish, but steered like a cow. She was a living ship named Moya.
Inside her were other living beings, like parasites, who were resting after an adventure which could probably make a smashing episode, but will be ignored here.
Two of these beings, John Crichton of Earth and Aeryn Sun of.....Sebacia I don't know. They have a tense relationship, which is good for story lines and adventures.
Now that the excitement of the past few days has subsided, can they relax?
*CRASH*
Apparently not.
"I am NOT washing these frelling dishes, John!" Aeryn picked a platter and threw like a discus at the human, who barely dodged it. It hit the wall behind him and shattered into hundreds of little pieces.
He glared at her with an insane look that took dozens of neural implants to perfect. "Well, I'M not doing them either! I've washed them the last 10 TIMES!"
He ducked as a mug flew at his face.
"Yeah? Well, TOUGH! You should've thought of that before you KILLED ME! You frelling OWE ME!"
"Oh you are never gonna let me live THAT one down are you?"
She smiled sweetly and shook her head.
He grabbed the nearest dish and flung at her "Then take THIS!"
She jumped out of the way and flung another plate at him while she sailed gracefully through the air.
He dived behind a table and began throwing bowls at her. She quickly found her way to the pans and responded in kind.
Chiana, hearing the disturbance, and, not knowing enough to steer clear, poked her head inside. "Hey guys what's-," a plate flew at her head and she quickly moved to avoid it.
"FRELL! Never mind.." she left quickly.
John picked up a large platter and moved to her side to catch her by surprise.
"AHA!" he exclaimed, with flair of bravado that lasted just over a second.
The plate exploded in his hand. Aeryn held her smoking pulse pistol aimed right at him.
He went wide-eyed, and pale as a sheet and started waving his hands around.
"WHOA! WHOA! All right! I'll do the dishes."
She holstered her pistol and said, "Right!" and then turned to stomp out of the room.
"After you're done, come down the maintenance bay and we'll make out. But nothing more! We want to keep the fans unsatiated and screaming."
He looked at the devastation. He'd have to clean up, and he'd given in.
He smiled though; at least had something to look forward to.
The End
Rating: G.
Summery: Will J/A ever live without tension? Don't count on it! Even something as menial as dishes can be fatal!
Spoilers: Maybe DMD, but if you don't know the single most important event of that ep, you've got other problems.
Disclaimer: Farscape is the property of Hallmark Entertainment. I don't own anybody, let alone this bunch off fictional characters. There's no point in suing me, I'm just a poor college student, digging herself into debt. If you have to sue someone....sue Bill Gates, everyone else is.
This is my first attempt at any fic....goofy or otherwise
Read and laugh with me
A ship glided through the laughably named "Uncharted Territories". It was a beautiful ship that looked like a fish, moved like a fish, but steered like a cow. She was a living ship named Moya.
Inside her were other living beings, like parasites, who were resting after an adventure which could probably make a smashing episode, but will be ignored here.
Two of these beings, John Crichton of Earth and Aeryn Sun of.....Sebacia I don't know. They have a tense relationship, which is good for story lines and adventures.
Now that the excitement of the past few days has subsided, can they relax?
*CRASH*
Apparently not.
"I am NOT washing these frelling dishes, John!" Aeryn picked a platter and threw like a discus at the human, who barely dodged it. It hit the wall behind him and shattered into hundreds of little pieces.
He glared at her with an insane look that took dozens of neural implants to perfect. "Well, I'M not doing them either! I've washed them the last 10 TIMES!"
He ducked as a mug flew at his face.
"Yeah? Well, TOUGH! You should've thought of that before you KILLED ME! You frelling OWE ME!"
"Oh you are never gonna let me live THAT one down are you?"
She smiled sweetly and shook her head.
He grabbed the nearest dish and flung at her "Then take THIS!"
She jumped out of the way and flung another plate at him while she sailed gracefully through the air.
He dived behind a table and began throwing bowls at her. She quickly found her way to the pans and responded in kind.
Chiana, hearing the disturbance, and, not knowing enough to steer clear, poked her head inside. "Hey guys what's-," a plate flew at her head and she quickly moved to avoid it.
"FRELL! Never mind.." she left quickly.
John picked up a large platter and moved to her side to catch her by surprise.
"AHA!" he exclaimed, with flair of bravado that lasted just over a second.
The plate exploded in his hand. Aeryn held her smoking pulse pistol aimed right at him.
He went wide-eyed, and pale as a sheet and started waving his hands around.
"WHOA! WHOA! All right! I'll do the dishes."
She holstered her pistol and said, "Right!" and then turned to stomp out of the room.
"After you're done, come down the maintenance bay and we'll make out. But nothing more! We want to keep the fans unsatiated and screaming."
He looked at the devastation. He'd have to clean up, and he'd given in.
He smiled though; at least had something to look forward to.
The End