Part 5
Nothing happened. "Wynona....dammit come on, don't do this, now is not the time." As much as John Crichton juggled and talked to the pulse rifle named Wynona it would not fire. "That's it Wynona, I'm going to replace you with Rider." John shook his head and mumbled under his breath. "This never happened to Arnold Schwarzenegger in his movies." Although John thought, he never had to deal with obsessed aliens who love leather and their pulse rifles.
Scorpius opened his eyes ever so slowly checking his surroundings. John Crichton was standing above him yelling at his malfunctioned weapon and as for Aeryn Sun, she was checking on the dead Peacekeepers. When John's gun failed to go off and Scorpius was expecting John to end his life he realized it was the only diversion he needed. Scorpius' hand laid upon a pulse rifle, moving his fingers, he got a firm grasp. His Scarren blood boiled and with a burst of energy he let his legs collide with the weakest part in John's legs, behind the knee. John was so focused on his firearm he didn't even know what hit him until it was to late to stop the fall. John's legs gave out beneath him forcing him to fall to the ground right into the reach of Scorpius. Scorpius took the butt of his gun and slammed it across John's temple making John lose consciousness immediately.
Scorpius stood up, the Scarren half pumping in his body letting him feed off the adrenaline. Aeryn looked to see Scorpius standing up to his full height with Crichton crumbled at his feet. Aeryn had no time for Scorpius was aiming his pulse rifle and getting ready to fire in her direction. She flung her body out of range, feeling a pulse blast smash into her thigh. Aeryn let out a little yelp as she felt the pain shoot from her lower to the top. She breathed in deeply trying to calm down and let her Peacekeeper training take over. She overheard Scorpius voice talking. She concentrated. "This is Scorpius, fall back to your ships. I have succeeded in getting what I have come for, I also need some assistance."
Aeryn looked at her wound again which was now seeping through her pants leg. Just Great, she thought. She couldn't have a battle wound, not now not at a time like this. She looked around seeing nothing, so she bit her lip and using the wall for a support stood on her feet. Aeryn tried to think of something but nothing was coming, and Peacekeeper footsteps were coming down the hallway. She peeked out to see Scorpius standing over John and John not even responding, he was still knocked out. The pain began to override her senses, but she didn't allow it too effect her judgment. Aeryn Sun charged her pulse weapon and came out of hiding again.
By then the Peacekeepers had reached the location and were picking up the limp form that was John Crichton and walking away, going to the ships.
"NO." Scorpius turned around including the Peacekeepers holding John. They looked to see a pissed off Aeryn. "NO. I won't let you take him." She was standing in the middle with her pulse rifle trained only on the hybrid Scorpius. "Aww Officer, Aeryn Sun. Will you be joining us?" "Get frelled." Scorpius smiled. "Ohh I have my dear, many times in fact." Aeryn failed in keeping the horribly disgusted look hidden. "Stand down now Scorpius."
Scorpius shifted his footing. "What will you be doing to stop me Officer Sun." Aeryn moved her weapon so it was no longer on Scorpius but on the still unconscious John. "I won't let you take John off this ship, alive." Scorpius didn't even show a shocked expression, just merely walked over and put his own pulse rifle to John's temple. "Don't you DARE tempt me Sun."
Aeryn felt everything was going horribly wrong. Scorpius wanted Crichton alive, no frelling dead corpse. "You wouldn't." "Try Me Sun." He swung his arm around and shot at Aeryn once more. She dived for cover. Aeryn would stay to her vow that she had made earlier. John had often said "I would rather die then go back in that frelling chair." Aeryn Sun had made her decision and would not fall back on it. Aeryn Sun came out aiming carefully, and fired. The blast hit Crichton hard enough making him fall back and out of the hands of the Peacekeepers. Aeryn dropped her weapon hearing the clanking sound as it hit the bottom surface.
Shots rung out from her side. D'Argo and Zhaan were there by her side. But she no longer cared, her eyes and entire world was focused on the man who laid on Moya's floor. A Peacekeeper, she could vaguely hear yelling over everybody's firing. "Sir the human is dead." Scorpius made no movement just continued to look at Aeryn with pure hatred. "Did you hear me sir, the human Crichton, is DEAD." As the last Peacekeepers made their way out, Scorpius echoing voice could be heard over and over throughout everybody's mind. "MARK MY WORDS OFFICER SUN! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!"
Moya was awake making her sounds the second the Peacekeepers took off leaving Moya's crew speechless. Aeryn mind was foggy. She wasn't even sure she was standing there. That was right this was a terrible...what did John call them? A nightmare! Yes she was asleep, talking and squiggling in her dreams and hoping someone would wake her up from this nightmare that would never end. But most of all she was hoping John Crichton would be the one to wake her up, saving her. But Aeryn Sun knew this was no dream and she could never wake up from this what was truthfully and painfully real and everything inside was hurting almost unbearable.
No one was sure what to do, but all they could do was stare at the human, no, their comrade, who was on his back with a pool of blood forming around his unmoving body.
Aeryn didn't even realize she had moved till she was standing before Crichton. She didn't want to come near him, cause she had just caused the only man she truly loved, death. Aeryn Sun's knees gave out right beside John Crichton's body, she didn't care about the blood that was now mixing with hers. His chest wasn't even moving and his face was a deathly pale of white.
Her hand reached out, her eyes saw that it was shaking terribly and when the shaking hand reached for it's destination it didn't stop. She stroked his sweaty hair down to his head, the soft brown hair. Aeryn was helpless and she hated that more then anything. Her mind flashed, The Flax. She took her hand away and with both hands began to do compressions on John's chest. She counted mentally. She begged and prayed this would work again, like it did last time. Aeryn breathed into his still lungs. "Please John...don't go, don't leave me." She keep doing compression's, and whispering this into his ear. Aeryn breathed for him again. Her voice was becoming louder. "COME ON." John didn't move, nothing. Tears were spilling out uncontrollable and her hands were losing the pressure to push on his chest.
Aeryn's air was becoming shaggy from the gasps of air she was trying to suck in. She breathed into his lungs again, still nothing. "PLEASE JOHN." She began to angrily pound on him. "I don't....please" she begged him. Aeryn put her head on his chest, the feeling of defeat was in the air for Officer Sun. The crying didn't bother her, it was the emotional pain running throughout her body that was bothering her. Aeryn's hand made it once more back up to his face, stroking his cheekbone up and down. "I won't be able to forgive myself" she whispered.
D'Argo came over looking down sadly, not sure what to say. He wanted to comfort her lost soul, so he began to try and pick her up off John Crichton's dead body. "Aeryn." But she refused his offer, she just slapped his hands away. When D'Argo tried again, Aeryn's quick reflexes twisted his hand in a quick motion. "Don't YOU touch me." Aeryn put her head back on John's chest. Then when the Luxon grabbed for the Ex-Peacekeeper again, she began to yell out. "John, honey, breathe! Come on..."
D'Argo picked Aeryn up by the waist, taking Aeryn away from John. "NO PUT ME DOWN." She kicked and cried out. Zhaan walked over, trying to calm down Aeryn. "PUT ME DOWN D'ARGO, JOHN'S ALIVE. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, PLEASE I CAN HELP HIM" The Luxon would not listen instead just held on tighter. "Aeryn you can't do anything he is gone. Aeryn, Crichton is dead, you can help him no longer." Aeryn wouldn't listen to his negative words. "You just don't understand, he is not DEAD." Zhaan had walked over to John by now putting her hands on his chest, giving him his last rights. She let out a gasp that made the Ex-Peacekeeper and Luxon look over. D'Argo broke the silence. "What is it, Zhaan." Zhaan looked up from where she was crouched down with wide eyes. "Aeryn's right. John alive."
TBC.......(Do you want me to, it's up to you guys and your reviews. Cont or not to Cont that is the famous question! So what do you guys think, Cont?)
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Nothing happened. "Wynona....dammit come on, don't do this, now is not the time." As much as John Crichton juggled and talked to the pulse rifle named Wynona it would not fire. "That's it Wynona, I'm going to replace you with Rider." John shook his head and mumbled under his breath. "This never happened to Arnold Schwarzenegger in his movies." Although John thought, he never had to deal with obsessed aliens who love leather and their pulse rifles.
Scorpius opened his eyes ever so slowly checking his surroundings. John Crichton was standing above him yelling at his malfunctioned weapon and as for Aeryn Sun, she was checking on the dead Peacekeepers. When John's gun failed to go off and Scorpius was expecting John to end his life he realized it was the only diversion he needed. Scorpius' hand laid upon a pulse rifle, moving his fingers, he got a firm grasp. His Scarren blood boiled and with a burst of energy he let his legs collide with the weakest part in John's legs, behind the knee. John was so focused on his firearm he didn't even know what hit him until it was to late to stop the fall. John's legs gave out beneath him forcing him to fall to the ground right into the reach of Scorpius. Scorpius took the butt of his gun and slammed it across John's temple making John lose consciousness immediately.
Scorpius stood up, the Scarren half pumping in his body letting him feed off the adrenaline. Aeryn looked to see Scorpius standing up to his full height with Crichton crumbled at his feet. Aeryn had no time for Scorpius was aiming his pulse rifle and getting ready to fire in her direction. She flung her body out of range, feeling a pulse blast smash into her thigh. Aeryn let out a little yelp as she felt the pain shoot from her lower to the top. She breathed in deeply trying to calm down and let her Peacekeeper training take over. She overheard Scorpius voice talking. She concentrated. "This is Scorpius, fall back to your ships. I have succeeded in getting what I have come for, I also need some assistance."
Aeryn looked at her wound again which was now seeping through her pants leg. Just Great, she thought. She couldn't have a battle wound, not now not at a time like this. She looked around seeing nothing, so she bit her lip and using the wall for a support stood on her feet. Aeryn tried to think of something but nothing was coming, and Peacekeeper footsteps were coming down the hallway. She peeked out to see Scorpius standing over John and John not even responding, he was still knocked out. The pain began to override her senses, but she didn't allow it too effect her judgment. Aeryn Sun charged her pulse weapon and came out of hiding again.
By then the Peacekeepers had reached the location and were picking up the limp form that was John Crichton and walking away, going to the ships.
"NO." Scorpius turned around including the Peacekeepers holding John. They looked to see a pissed off Aeryn. "NO. I won't let you take him." She was standing in the middle with her pulse rifle trained only on the hybrid Scorpius. "Aww Officer, Aeryn Sun. Will you be joining us?" "Get frelled." Scorpius smiled. "Ohh I have my dear, many times in fact." Aeryn failed in keeping the horribly disgusted look hidden. "Stand down now Scorpius."
Scorpius shifted his footing. "What will you be doing to stop me Officer Sun." Aeryn moved her weapon so it was no longer on Scorpius but on the still unconscious John. "I won't let you take John off this ship, alive." Scorpius didn't even show a shocked expression, just merely walked over and put his own pulse rifle to John's temple. "Don't you DARE tempt me Sun."
Aeryn felt everything was going horribly wrong. Scorpius wanted Crichton alive, no frelling dead corpse. "You wouldn't." "Try Me Sun." He swung his arm around and shot at Aeryn once more. She dived for cover. Aeryn would stay to her vow that she had made earlier. John had often said "I would rather die then go back in that frelling chair." Aeryn Sun had made her decision and would not fall back on it. Aeryn Sun came out aiming carefully, and fired. The blast hit Crichton hard enough making him fall back and out of the hands of the Peacekeepers. Aeryn dropped her weapon hearing the clanking sound as it hit the bottom surface.
Shots rung out from her side. D'Argo and Zhaan were there by her side. But she no longer cared, her eyes and entire world was focused on the man who laid on Moya's floor. A Peacekeeper, she could vaguely hear yelling over everybody's firing. "Sir the human is dead." Scorpius made no movement just continued to look at Aeryn with pure hatred. "Did you hear me sir, the human Crichton, is DEAD." As the last Peacekeepers made their way out, Scorpius echoing voice could be heard over and over throughout everybody's mind. "MARK MY WORDS OFFICER SUN! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!"
Moya was awake making her sounds the second the Peacekeepers took off leaving Moya's crew speechless. Aeryn mind was foggy. She wasn't even sure she was standing there. That was right this was a terrible...what did John call them? A nightmare! Yes she was asleep, talking and squiggling in her dreams and hoping someone would wake her up from this nightmare that would never end. But most of all she was hoping John Crichton would be the one to wake her up, saving her. But Aeryn Sun knew this was no dream and she could never wake up from this what was truthfully and painfully real and everything inside was hurting almost unbearable.
No one was sure what to do, but all they could do was stare at the human, no, their comrade, who was on his back with a pool of blood forming around his unmoving body.
Aeryn didn't even realize she had moved till she was standing before Crichton. She didn't want to come near him, cause she had just caused the only man she truly loved, death. Aeryn Sun's knees gave out right beside John Crichton's body, she didn't care about the blood that was now mixing with hers. His chest wasn't even moving and his face was a deathly pale of white.
Her hand reached out, her eyes saw that it was shaking terribly and when the shaking hand reached for it's destination it didn't stop. She stroked his sweaty hair down to his head, the soft brown hair. Aeryn was helpless and she hated that more then anything. Her mind flashed, The Flax. She took her hand away and with both hands began to do compressions on John's chest. She counted mentally. She begged and prayed this would work again, like it did last time. Aeryn breathed into his still lungs. "Please John...don't go, don't leave me." She keep doing compression's, and whispering this into his ear. Aeryn breathed for him again. Her voice was becoming louder. "COME ON." John didn't move, nothing. Tears were spilling out uncontrollable and her hands were losing the pressure to push on his chest.
Aeryn's air was becoming shaggy from the gasps of air she was trying to suck in. She breathed into his lungs again, still nothing. "PLEASE JOHN." She began to angrily pound on him. "I don't....please" she begged him. Aeryn put her head on his chest, the feeling of defeat was in the air for Officer Sun. The crying didn't bother her, it was the emotional pain running throughout her body that was bothering her. Aeryn's hand made it once more back up to his face, stroking his cheekbone up and down. "I won't be able to forgive myself" she whispered.
D'Argo came over looking down sadly, not sure what to say. He wanted to comfort her lost soul, so he began to try and pick her up off John Crichton's dead body. "Aeryn." But she refused his offer, she just slapped his hands away. When D'Argo tried again, Aeryn's quick reflexes twisted his hand in a quick motion. "Don't YOU touch me." Aeryn put her head back on John's chest. Then when the Luxon grabbed for the Ex-Peacekeeper again, she began to yell out. "John, honey, breathe! Come on..."
D'Argo picked Aeryn up by the waist, taking Aeryn away from John. "NO PUT ME DOWN." She kicked and cried out. Zhaan walked over, trying to calm down Aeryn. "PUT ME DOWN D'ARGO, JOHN'S ALIVE. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, PLEASE I CAN HELP HIM" The Luxon would not listen instead just held on tighter. "Aeryn you can't do anything he is gone. Aeryn, Crichton is dead, you can help him no longer." Aeryn wouldn't listen to his negative words. "You just don't understand, he is not DEAD." Zhaan had walked over to John by now putting her hands on his chest, giving him his last rights. She let out a gasp that made the Ex-Peacekeeper and Luxon look over. D'Argo broke the silence. "What is it, Zhaan." Zhaan looked up from where she was crouched down with wide eyes. "Aeryn's right. John alive."
TBC.......(Do you want me to, it's up to you guys and your reviews. Cont or not to Cont that is the famous question! So what do you guys think, Cont?)
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