Disclaimer: I don't own anything Farscape...although Ben isn't out of the question.... :)

Author Notes: Let me know if an R rating is too much. I wrote this a while ago, and just got the nerve up to post it. Hope you enjoy, and please, by all means, r/r! (you could also check out my other Farscape Fics, 'When you love someone' and, 'Unconditionally Forever') :)


Chapter 1: Dargo and Crichton

"Hey baby." Dargo voiced, sideling up to Aeryn.

"Frell off." She replied, giving him a look and going back to work on her prowler.

"Exactly what I was thinking." he answered, growling deep in his throat and going towards her.

Aeryn took a step back from his advancing mouth and pushed him away. "Dargo! What's gotten into you? Leave me alone!"

"I'm not sure, but hopefully I'll get into-"

"Stop. Right. There." John yelled as he ran into the room, pulse pistol aimed at Dargo. "You heard the girl. Back off buddy." He said, now standing near Aeryn, still watching Dargo. ((Hopefully he'll get into...is this really Dargo? Into Aeryn...I don't think so!))
"I think this is between Aeryn and I. In other words, don't get between us." Dargo hissed, fists clenched at his sides, noticing Aeryn's pulse pistol nearby.

"I don't think so big guy. Aeryn's status at the moment is hands off. Got it?" John asked, motioning with his pistol towards the door to the hanger.

"Fine. If that's the way it's going to be." Dargo glared at them, and turned away. John turned to Aeryn, prepared to ask her what had happened, but before he could speak, Aeryn shoved him out of the way of Dargo's incoming fire. When they rolled under the prowler, Dargo left.

"Thanks." John told Aeryn, as he lay under her, both of them underneath her prowler.

"No problem." Aeryn replied, shrugging, and smiling as her hair fell in John's face.

John chuckled, but catching a whiff of something, he inhaled, leaning closer to her...5 micros later, he lunged at Aeryn, attacking her lips and pulling her down on top of him when she tried to get up.

Soon managing to pull away, Aeryn slapped him hard, and rolled out from underneath the prowler, standing up as quickly as possible.

"First Dargo is talking suggestively, and now you?" she huffed, yanking her tank top strap back to her shoulder, from where John had pulled it down. "What is frelling wrong with you two? Next you'll tell my Rygel wants to sleep with me!"

John, by then had come out from under the prowler, and was now casually leaning on it, staring stupidly at Aeryn with a silly grin on his face.

"John? Have you heard anything I've said?"

"He hasn't, but I have." Rygel answered her, hovering over to her around eye level on his throan sled. "I know what's wrong with them too." at this he grinned and reached out to fondle a stand of her hair. "It's your hair." he said simply, then added, "And no, I have no intention of sleeping with you. Sabaceans are a inferior species."

Aeryn shoved his hand away and grabbed his throat. "What's wrong with my hair?!"

"Nothing sweet cakes." John answered, sidling up to her and putting an arm around her waist.

Aeryn was totally confused. And thoroughly mad! "What the FRELL is going on here? All of you are thinking with your mivonks!" With that, Aeryn released Rygel and as John continued to stand by her side, his hand now playing with her hair, she turned towards him.

Smiling sweetly she said, "This will have you thinking about other things." as she kneed him in the mivonks.

"Ahhhhh...ohhh...." John fell to the floor in pain, rolling around as Rygel laughed and Aeryn stormed off.
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End chapter 1