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Epilogue.
After they had said their good-byes to Marras, Saran and her brother, the crew of Moya had set course to a small commerce planet, deeper into the Uncharted Territories. Even if they were now in possession of maps to their homeworlds, courtesy of Saran and Braerc, heading out of the Uncharted Territories at this time would be too dangerous because of the revolution spreading to other Peacekeeper ruled planets.
John entered Zhaans apothecary just as she was finishing the bandage on the wound Aeryn received two solar days ago while in the Peacekeeper dungeons. There was another fresh bandage on her muscled leg and a large bruise on her shoulder, where she had been knocked into a wooden crate by the impact of a pulse blast. He walked up to her after Zhaan had left them alone.
"You'll be okay?" He said, breaking the silence that had hung between them ever since leaving the planet.
She nodded and stood up, favoring her injured leg a little. She slowly limped to a support, leaning against it once she had reached it.
"Zhaan says the infection will wear off in three solar days. I'll survive." Came her reply finally. "How long until we'll reach the commerce planet?" she asked, avoiding his gaze that had followed her during her short journey from the bed to the support beam she was leaning against.
"Two solar days according to Pilot." John spoke, taking a few steps toward her. "Listen, about what happened on Xi'an..."
Aeryn suddenly looked in his eyes. "What about it?" she asked, straightening up.
John, who could hear the alarm bells go off in his head, took another step toward her, hoping she wouldn't flee if he asked further. "You said we would talk about it when we got back to Moya." He asked. Inside, he was happy that she had gone back with him to Moya. For a moment, when Saran asked if Aeryn would join the rebels, now that she had a chance to return to her own people, to a life she had known for the better part of her life, he had feared he would loose her forever.
Silence hung between them again. Aeryn didn't move a muscle and stared at John for such a long time, that he considered asking again. Then, she took a few steps closer to him, a strange expression on her face. Once she was standing toe to toe with him, a smile broke out on her face.
"What did it mean to you?" She asked softly, moving even closer to him, until her lips were brushing his.
"Well," he started, smiling, "what did it mean to you?" He shot back.
Aeryn started laughing softly. "Whatever you want it to mean." She replied.
John chuckled. "Would you mean this?" He said, kissing her softly. As he looked at her again, she nodded, putting her arms around his neck.
Her mouth now close to his ear, she whispered, "And more than that..." she left the sentence unfinished, returning the kiss. When he pushed her against the support beam, she moaned in his mouth.
"John..." she said, ending the kiss before it went too far. They were in Zhaans apothecary after all, anyone could walk in. "Let's go to your quarters, shall we?"
Smiling, he took her hands in his and supporting her, they walked in the direction of his quarters, with both their hearts pounding in their chests...
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