Remodeling this story big time, am I reconstructing it so its easier to read, why would you read it, I have no freaking idea why. I wrote this so long ago and in a way I'm kind of thankful I don't write like this anymore...(looks down at her work) okay hopefully I still don't write this badly. Anyways I thought what the hell, just had nothing better to do..
Some odd reason you want to get into touch with me, my e-mail is
Bosco_Gurl@hotmail.com
Alright this was my very first story that I did that was based upon on action/drama, so that is why it is a bit shaggy and gets better in my opinion closer to the end. So be gentle when you review if you do and I don't own nothing. RATING: G for normal people, R for the most sensitive ones. This takes place before the 2nd Season Final so right around maybe after Clockwork Nabrie. Don't own nothing, only maybe one character in here that is about it. DON'T OWN NOTHING YOU HERE!!!!! Hope You injoy the story!!!!
Part 1
I feel like nobody can help me. I'm in this dark universe where there is no light, no hand to hold onto and grasp for dear life. Will I make it? I guess we'll never know I'll just have to keep struggling to survive.
Although the pain has gotten to the point where I can only breath in short little gasps. I still push myself to continue and fight for the right to live and to be heard.
Sometimes I just want to go into a dark corner, and never show my face again. But then I would be known as a coward and I will not and cannot be remembered like that.
I do hope that help will come soon, for I fear I'm falling deeper and deeper into the far reaches of my mind.
---John
John blinked the sleep out of his eyes; he looked down at what he had just written, seconds ago. He was just sitting in the darkness of his room doing nothing but just thinking when he got the urge to write. So he took his only pen that he still had when he had left earth and began to write upon Moya's surface, just like he had done when he first came aboard. He was surprised the stupid thing still worked after all this time, after all it's been almost 2 years since he had been home.
He didn't even let his mind wonder to think what to write, it just flowed out his mind and into his fast aching fingers trying to keep up with his fast paced mind. He now sits here looking at it and trying to figure what it truly means to him. He had his back turned towards the door, so he did not see or hear Aeryn come in.
"John." called out Aeryn.
Her voice penetrating John's thoughts, startling him. "Jesus, Aeryn. You know it's kind of rude to walk into someone's quarters without knocking first," said John angrily. John didn't even think twice at what and how he spoke to Aeryn. It was like he wasn't even John anymore.
He was still sitting on the floor, still in his cross-legged position and still had his back towards her. He then got up heavily, cracking some of his back muscles and then making a loud cracking noise with his neck. He breathed in deeply and then turned around looking at Aeryn with hatred in his eyes. He then barked out "
Well....do you have something to say or tell me? Otherwise, you're wasting my time! If you don't have anything to say then I suggest that you get the hell out!"
Aeryn wasn't sure how to react to this. John never acted like this until he came across Scorpius. Everybody, especially her, saw the changes in Crichton and how much he had changed in order to survive out here in the Uncharted Territories.
When she first met him, all she could see was a soft, deficient, weak little species that needed to stay out of her way. But then those feelings began to change, ever so slowly, until it was too late for her to stop them. The old ones disappearing and new ones were replacing them, one by one. The new ones were of feelings that were different and she had never felt them before, but they felt good. The way she would feel so safe, curled up in his big strong arms, closing her in and not letting anyone harm or hurt her.
Oh, the angry pain when she would see him suffer at the hands of a tormentor. She wanted to kill anyone who hurt Crichton in any way, shape, or form. She was finally giving into these new feelings and what happens? Crichton gets frelled over big time and starts to lose his sense of being and begins to step on everybody, including her and her feelings about him. When he did this she would feel so out of control it made her want to scream her frelling head off. She didn't know how to deal with all these new emotions at once, so she did what she always did best. Close up and not let anyone hurt her, she would become the stone wall, no feelings Peacekeeper Aeryn Sun.
"We all thought you would, how do you put it? 'Smell the air'? Or whatever your stupid little human expression is for we have reached a Commerce Planet!" she said with a very cool yet angry tone of manner.
She was staring over his shoulder so she wouldn't try to get angry to the point where she just took out her pulse rifle and blew his head off. She let her eyes slide to his eyes and she looked into them and got lost in those light baby blue eyes of his. She almost forgot why she got mad until she heard him began to speak.
"Look Aeryn, I'm sorry I didn't mean to" he didn't finish what he was going to say. He was never finishing his sentences anymore he was always changing the subject. He finished it off with
"Yes I would like to get off Moya for a while, and check out what this little planet has to offer." For a microt she could see the old John emerging from the now rough, wild spiky hair and worn out John Crichton. She missed the old Crichton and she did hope that someday he would come back to them, to her. She didn't have anything else she could say so she turned on her heel and smiled when she heard John call out over her shoulder
"Oh, and Aeryn, the expression is: 'getting fresh air'."
Some odd reason you want to get into touch with me, my e-mail is
Bosco_Gurl@hotmail.com
Alright this was my very first story that I did that was based upon on action/drama, so that is why it is a bit shaggy and gets better in my opinion closer to the end. So be gentle when you review if you do and I don't own nothing. RATING: G for normal people, R for the most sensitive ones. This takes place before the 2nd Season Final so right around maybe after Clockwork Nabrie. Don't own nothing, only maybe one character in here that is about it. DON'T OWN NOTHING YOU HERE!!!!! Hope You injoy the story!!!!
Part 1
I feel like nobody can help me. I'm in this dark universe where there is no light, no hand to hold onto and grasp for dear life. Will I make it? I guess we'll never know I'll just have to keep struggling to survive.
Although the pain has gotten to the point where I can only breath in short little gasps. I still push myself to continue and fight for the right to live and to be heard.
Sometimes I just want to go into a dark corner, and never show my face again. But then I would be known as a coward and I will not and cannot be remembered like that.
I do hope that help will come soon, for I fear I'm falling deeper and deeper into the far reaches of my mind.
---John
John blinked the sleep out of his eyes; he looked down at what he had just written, seconds ago. He was just sitting in the darkness of his room doing nothing but just thinking when he got the urge to write. So he took his only pen that he still had when he had left earth and began to write upon Moya's surface, just like he had done when he first came aboard. He was surprised the stupid thing still worked after all this time, after all it's been almost 2 years since he had been home.
He didn't even let his mind wonder to think what to write, it just flowed out his mind and into his fast aching fingers trying to keep up with his fast paced mind. He now sits here looking at it and trying to figure what it truly means to him. He had his back turned towards the door, so he did not see or hear Aeryn come in.
"John." called out Aeryn.
Her voice penetrating John's thoughts, startling him. "Jesus, Aeryn. You know it's kind of rude to walk into someone's quarters without knocking first," said John angrily. John didn't even think twice at what and how he spoke to Aeryn. It was like he wasn't even John anymore.
He was still sitting on the floor, still in his cross-legged position and still had his back towards her. He then got up heavily, cracking some of his back muscles and then making a loud cracking noise with his neck. He breathed in deeply and then turned around looking at Aeryn with hatred in his eyes. He then barked out "
Well....do you have something to say or tell me? Otherwise, you're wasting my time! If you don't have anything to say then I suggest that you get the hell out!"
Aeryn wasn't sure how to react to this. John never acted like this until he came across Scorpius. Everybody, especially her, saw the changes in Crichton and how much he had changed in order to survive out here in the Uncharted Territories.
When she first met him, all she could see was a soft, deficient, weak little species that needed to stay out of her way. But then those feelings began to change, ever so slowly, until it was too late for her to stop them. The old ones disappearing and new ones were replacing them, one by one. The new ones were of feelings that were different and she had never felt them before, but they felt good. The way she would feel so safe, curled up in his big strong arms, closing her in and not letting anyone harm or hurt her.
Oh, the angry pain when she would see him suffer at the hands of a tormentor. She wanted to kill anyone who hurt Crichton in any way, shape, or form. She was finally giving into these new feelings and what happens? Crichton gets frelled over big time and starts to lose his sense of being and begins to step on everybody, including her and her feelings about him. When he did this she would feel so out of control it made her want to scream her frelling head off. She didn't know how to deal with all these new emotions at once, so she did what she always did best. Close up and not let anyone hurt her, she would become the stone wall, no feelings Peacekeeper Aeryn Sun.
"We all thought you would, how do you put it? 'Smell the air'? Or whatever your stupid little human expression is for we have reached a Commerce Planet!" she said with a very cool yet angry tone of manner.
She was staring over his shoulder so she wouldn't try to get angry to the point where she just took out her pulse rifle and blew his head off. She let her eyes slide to his eyes and she looked into them and got lost in those light baby blue eyes of his. She almost forgot why she got mad until she heard him began to speak.
"Look Aeryn, I'm sorry I didn't mean to" he didn't finish what he was going to say. He was never finishing his sentences anymore he was always changing the subject. He finished it off with
"Yes I would like to get off Moya for a while, and check out what this little planet has to offer." For a microt she could see the old John emerging from the now rough, wild spiky hair and worn out John Crichton. She missed the old Crichton and she did hope that someday he would come back to them, to her. She didn't have anything else she could say so she turned on her heel and smiled when she heard John call out over her shoulder
"Oh, and Aeryn, the expression is: 'getting fresh air'."
