Aeryn Sun awakened to find herself holding her pillow as tight as she
could. Her body was wrapped around it so tightly that it wouldn't have been
able to breathe, had it been alive. She looked out the window of the
quarters that were now hers, that were once hers and John's. She saw a sea
of darkness, with miniscule bits of light floating there.
As she stared she had to fight for comprehension. What was going on here? Where was John? Blinking, Aeryn stalked out of her room, still wearing her sleeveless shirt and Calvins.
She stormed down the corridor and came to Crais' quarters. She slapped the controls and ran inside. She ran to Crais' bedside and leaned over him. She just stared at his eyelids for a second, with a hard, cold glare. Finally, she leaned down so that her face was inches from his, and screamed his name.
Bilar Crais jumped so high that his forehead hit Aeryn's. He raised his hand to his head, and squinted around. After a few blinks, he looked wearily up at Aeryn. "Officer Sun? Did you need something?"
"Did I need something!" she echoed angrily. "Frell yes I need something! Where is he?"
Still blinking and moving his head as though he were trying to rid himself of a stiff neck, Crais responded, "Where is... who?"
"John!"
Genuinely confused, Crais answered, "Commander Crichton left this ship for home three solar days ago, Officer Sun."
"Frell he did! You took him prisoner! Now what the frell have you done with him?"
"I did no such thing," Crais replied calmly.
"You yotz, don't lie to me!" Aeryn shrieked.
"I am not lying to you, Aeryn. Commander Crichton is gone. He left. He went through the wormhole and is on Earth. I thought you understood that." Crais reached out a hand toward her shoulder, a mere silhouette against the starlit chamber.
Aeryn reached up and slapped his hand viciously. He quickly withdrew it. "Have you been... dreaming, Officer Sun?" he inquired.
"No. No, that wasn't a dream. It couldn't have been. He... he came back!" Aeryn spoke.
"No, Aeryn. He did not. John Crichton left us three days ago. He has not returned. You must have been dreaming. Now go back to bed." Crais spoke with as much gentleness as Aeryn had ever heard in his voice. Aeryn slowly recalled what now seemed to be a dream. He had said that he cared for her. That part must have been true, she thought bitterly.
Once again, Aeryn Sun was overcome with emotion. A fresh wave of pain shot over her, andshe ran back to her own quarters. She threw herself back onto the bed and allowed the tears to flow once more.
THE END
As she stared she had to fight for comprehension. What was going on here? Where was John? Blinking, Aeryn stalked out of her room, still wearing her sleeveless shirt and Calvins.
She stormed down the corridor and came to Crais' quarters. She slapped the controls and ran inside. She ran to Crais' bedside and leaned over him. She just stared at his eyelids for a second, with a hard, cold glare. Finally, she leaned down so that her face was inches from his, and screamed his name.
Bilar Crais jumped so high that his forehead hit Aeryn's. He raised his hand to his head, and squinted around. After a few blinks, he looked wearily up at Aeryn. "Officer Sun? Did you need something?"
"Did I need something!" she echoed angrily. "Frell yes I need something! Where is he?"
Still blinking and moving his head as though he were trying to rid himself of a stiff neck, Crais responded, "Where is... who?"
"John!"
Genuinely confused, Crais answered, "Commander Crichton left this ship for home three solar days ago, Officer Sun."
"Frell he did! You took him prisoner! Now what the frell have you done with him?"
"I did no such thing," Crais replied calmly.
"You yotz, don't lie to me!" Aeryn shrieked.
"I am not lying to you, Aeryn. Commander Crichton is gone. He left. He went through the wormhole and is on Earth. I thought you understood that." Crais reached out a hand toward her shoulder, a mere silhouette against the starlit chamber.
Aeryn reached up and slapped his hand viciously. He quickly withdrew it. "Have you been... dreaming, Officer Sun?" he inquired.
"No. No, that wasn't a dream. It couldn't have been. He... he came back!" Aeryn spoke.
"No, Aeryn. He did not. John Crichton left us three days ago. He has not returned. You must have been dreaming. Now go back to bed." Crais spoke with as much gentleness as Aeryn had ever heard in his voice. Aeryn slowly recalled what now seemed to be a dream. He had said that he cared for her. That part must have been true, she thought bitterly.
Once again, Aeryn Sun was overcome with emotion. A fresh wave of pain shot over her, andshe ran back to her own quarters. She threw herself back onto the bed and allowed the tears to flow once more.
THE END
