Disclaimers: Farscape is owned by Hallmark Entertanment. I don't own these guys thank god, they'd be one long headache! I am borrowing them and promised to return them with only superficial damage.
Spoilers: Have you not been watching? If not, why are you here?!
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John Crichton sat on a lab table, with no shirt on are all ye male-oriented individuals happy?!.
He was home, finally. There should be a really good and exciting story behind this, but I'll leave it as poor ratings, or the show is no longer profitable.
He'd been poked, prodded, and checked all over with a fine comb. Not that it bothered him, he was used to this abuse, and at least he could lie down this time.
The only thing he was worried about was the cat scan. They had peeked at his brain, what was left of it anyways. He didn't want to go into details about what had happened, if they wanted to know, they'd have to watch the relevant episodes.
The doctor came in with his results, looking very worried.
"Um, commander, we've gotten the results back from your tests."
"Ok, man, lay it on me!"
The Doc gave him the `huh? Look he'd gotten so used do, but then moved on. "Um yes, ah, physically you're fine, in fact better than when you left, especially your um.....backside," he finished quickly.
John grinned.
"It's your brain we're worried about."
Here it comes, he thought.
"First of all, you seem to have microbes living at your brain stem."
"Yeah, I know, they're translating for me."
"Aaaahhh, ok, um it also looks like you've had a large chunk removed, and then the hole was filled with alien tissue."
"Yep, know about that too."
The doctor nodded, "of course this is what we're really concerned about.."
John raised his eyebrows, oh god, what now?
"There appears to be writing on your brain."
"What?"
"Writing."
"Well, ah, what does it say." He was really worried now.
The doctor put up an x-ray of John's brain. He was surprised at how normal it looked, he expected it have the consistancy of blendered Jell-O by now.
"Here," the doc said pointing at one section, "it says 'Property of Scorpius'. Here, it says 'Property of Scarrens', there's also 'Nebari Rule', 'Delvians do it in stone circles', 'How do you get a drink out of a Hynerion? Stick your finger down his throat', 'I break for Luxons', 'Don't mess with Pilots, they can shut off the oxygen', 'Maldis was here', 'Long live the Plakavoids!', 'Insert neuro chips here', 'I've got your memories, speech, and your mojo!', 'Strap brain down, can leak out ears', and here it says 'Beat you all, I have the wormhole tech -love Scorpius." He looked at John quizzically.
John chuckled, "Well," he said, "at least everyone who wants a piece of me is organized!" He grinned.
The doc still looked worried, "There's something else..."
"What?"
"Well, there appears to be writing on your-um, er.....derriere.."
John looked at him in surprise, "Well, what does it say?"
The guy shifted uncomfortably "Well, it says 'Property of Aeryn Sun."
The End
Spoilers: Have you not been watching? If not, why are you here?!
:):):):):):):):):):):):):)
John Crichton sat on a lab table, with no shirt on are all ye male-oriented individuals happy?!.
He was home, finally. There should be a really good and exciting story behind this, but I'll leave it as poor ratings, or the show is no longer profitable.
He'd been poked, prodded, and checked all over with a fine comb. Not that it bothered him, he was used to this abuse, and at least he could lie down this time.
The only thing he was worried about was the cat scan. They had peeked at his brain, what was left of it anyways. He didn't want to go into details about what had happened, if they wanted to know, they'd have to watch the relevant episodes.
The doctor came in with his results, looking very worried.
"Um, commander, we've gotten the results back from your tests."
"Ok, man, lay it on me!"
The Doc gave him the `huh? Look he'd gotten so used do, but then moved on. "Um yes, ah, physically you're fine, in fact better than when you left, especially your um.....backside," he finished quickly.
John grinned.
"It's your brain we're worried about."
Here it comes, he thought.
"First of all, you seem to have microbes living at your brain stem."
"Yeah, I know, they're translating for me."
"Aaaahhh, ok, um it also looks like you've had a large chunk removed, and then the hole was filled with alien tissue."
"Yep, know about that too."
The doctor nodded, "of course this is what we're really concerned about.."
John raised his eyebrows, oh god, what now?
"There appears to be writing on your brain."
"What?"
"Writing."
"Well, ah, what does it say." He was really worried now.
The doctor put up an x-ray of John's brain. He was surprised at how normal it looked, he expected it have the consistancy of blendered Jell-O by now.
"Here," the doc said pointing at one section, "it says 'Property of Scorpius'. Here, it says 'Property of Scarrens', there's also 'Nebari Rule', 'Delvians do it in stone circles', 'How do you get a drink out of a Hynerion? Stick your finger down his throat', 'I break for Luxons', 'Don't mess with Pilots, they can shut off the oxygen', 'Maldis was here', 'Long live the Plakavoids!', 'Insert neuro chips here', 'I've got your memories, speech, and your mojo!', 'Strap brain down, can leak out ears', and here it says 'Beat you all, I have the wormhole tech -love Scorpius." He looked at John quizzically.
John chuckled, "Well," he said, "at least everyone who wants a piece of me is organized!" He grinned.
The doc still looked worried, "There's something else..."
"What?"
"Well, there appears to be writing on your-um, er.....derriere.."
John looked at him in surprise, "Well, what does it say?"
The guy shifted uncomfortably "Well, it says 'Property of Aeryn Sun."
The End