Okay, here is my first ever Farscape fic! I tried to resist the temptation and I couldn't, had to try!
I don't own anything, I'm not making money, so please don't sue!
This is set I guess a cycle after 'Fractures.' Scorpius is dead (The wicked witch is dead! hehe!) While
Aeryn and John aren't completely back together, they are talking again and getting close. John's going to
get lucky, hehe, anyway, I miss Zhaan. So guess what! She's back! Yea, Stark! ...hmm... I think I'll
shut up now...
Title: Surprise Surprise
Chapter 2: Surprising Emotions
Rated: R
***
The woman went still, but she didn't look up. Finally she spoke, "Very clever of you, doctor. You had me
convinced they were real. You shouldn't have used his voice though. You've blown your cover, another mind
game to see what my wonderful brain will do. You bastard."
John stared at her in horror. As she spoke her voice had gotten stronger, by the end of her soft tirade, he
had recognized it. Suddenly his horror turned to anger and he stood. "Frell you, whoever you are!"
"John? What's wrong?" Aeryn asked.
"I hate to be the one to tell you, Aeryn, but you ain't real." He laughed harshly. "I wonder who has me
now." He sat down with his back against the bars. "Another mind-frell is in store for me." He grinned
crazily at Aeryn, "I hope it's stellar and not mediocre. I'm kind of getting use to them."
"John?" Aeryn asked and knelt in front of him.
"Go away."
Aeryn could stop the hurt from flashing across her face. She looked at the woman. She was staring at John.
"Who are you?" Aeryn asked coldly.
The woman's eyes moved to look at Aeryn. She opened her mouth and started to speak, then snapped it closed.
Her eyes darted back to John. She crawled over to him. He didn't turn to face her. She put her arms through
the bars and wrapped them around his neck in a loose embrace. Her body was pressed up against his through the
bars and she rested her forehead on his neck. "I wish you were real."
Instead of trying to move, like Aeryn thought he would, John reached up and held her arms in place with his
hands. It was a comforting gesture. He sighed. "I wish you were real, too." Aeryn was surprised to see his
eyes close and pain flash across his features. His grip on the woman's arms tightened convulsively. He opened
his eyes and silent tears fell. The woman sobbed and her arms tightened her hold on him. "Damn, I wish this
were real," he whispered in despair.
His friends stared at him. Who was the woman that she would make him think he was dreaming? John had sunk
into despair and the woman had done no better. It was obvious that she had been tortured. Her mind raped often
enough to believe it was being done again. That John couldn't really be here. The similarities in the two
humans' 'welcoming' to the Uncharted Territories saddened them all. Chiana was the first to speak. "Frell,
maybe you both are real."
The woman's tears quieted and her hold on John loosened. John turned around and the two humans stared at each
other. John reached through and pushed the hair away from her face. Aeryn was the only one to notice that her
eyes looked just like John's, but she dismissed it, thinking all humans must have the same eyes. Then she
remembered that the Ancients' version of John's father hadn't shared those eyes. She pushed the thought to the
back of her mind and looked at the woman again. A bruise covered her left cheekbone and a long scar traced its
way from the right side of her forehead past her eye and down, stopping midway on her cheek.
"What happened to you?" John asked softly. "How did you get here?"
Her short laugh turned into a sob as she stared back at him, though she didn't break down. "I had to uphold the
family honor. Couldn't let the world think all Crichtons are stupid."
He smiled though his eyes remained moist. "How long have you been out here?"
"Two years. I was barely through the wormhole when they found me."
"I'm so sorry. If I had known--"
"Shh." She placed a finger over his lips. "I know," she said simply. She tried to stand and when she couldn't,
John stood and helped her up. "What we need to worry about now, is how to get out. I couldn't get out on my
own, but I can get us, the Delvian, the Banik, the Interion, and your Sebacean friend out." She looked at Zhaan
and Stark. "If you all help."
"Everyone here is my friend. They are all coming, and they can all help."
"If they are friends of yours, then I trust them." She leaned over to the lock combination on the door of his
cell. "I know all the combinations they use, this will only take a minute." John held her up while she
punched numbers into the lock. After the third series of numbers, the lock opened. Aeryn immediately exited and
walked to the door of the room. She listened for a moment then began searching the room for their weapons.
John walked the woman to Stark's and Zhaan's cell. She punched in the code and the door opened. The four
walked to the next cell and freed Jool; Zhaan and Stark took her to the examining table and tried to
ascertain the damage their capture had caused. John helped the woman walk in the cell. D'Argo was still
chained to the ceiling. She examined the chains. "Have you tried to break free?" she asked him.
"Yes."
She frowned. She reached out and grabbed one of the chains. "John, grab the other one. On three, we all
pull. One, two, three…" John and D'Argo pulled and the woman let her knees buckle so all her weight pulled
on the chain.
"It's working," Chiana cried from her cell as the chains began to give under the pressure. Finally they
snapped.
The woman would have fallen to the floor, but D'Argo caught her. She frowned at him. She obviously hadn't been
expecting him to try and help her. "Thanks," she said finally.
D'Argo shook his head and looked her in the eye, "Thank you." He picked her up and carried her to Rygel's and
Chiana's cell. John following close behind. It was obvious he didn't want to let her out of his sight.
D'Argo let her down long enough to key in the code before picking her up again. He carried her over to where
Jool lay. By this time, Aeryn had found their weapons and com badges. She passed them out to their owners
and gave an extra pulse rifle to Chiana.
"Com badges aren't working. Now what?" Aeryn asked her.
"If everyone is ready, we can leave," the woman said.
"Jool won't be able to walk for long, if at all," Zhaan told them.
John turned to D'Argo. "Give her to me and you take Jool. Chiana, you and Aeryn take the lead. Aeryn, give
Stark your second pulse pistol, and Zhaan take Wynonna. You two cover our exit. D'Argo and I will walk in the
middle."
"What about me?" Rygel asked offended.
"Sparky."
Rygel began muttering under his breath. Aeryn and Chiana opened the door to the room and looked out while John
took the woman from D'Argo and he picked up Jool. When they were ready, they followed the woman's directions
through the halls. They met a few of the green guys, but they were easily dispatched by Aeryn and Chiana. It
seemed as though, no one had even noticed they had escaped. They entered a hanger and the crew of Moya realized
they were on a ship.
"I hope one of you can fly something in here. It's the reason why I couldn't escape on my own."
Aeryn led them to a transport large enough to fit them all and everyone climbed in. "What about the doors?"
Aeryn asked the woman.
"Can't you blast through them?"
"This is a transport, it doesn't have weapons!"
"Can't we steal something that does?"
Aeryn turned to John, "Can you fly this?"
"Yeah."
"Fine." Aeryn got out of the pilot seat and out of the transport. She turned around and looked at John, "I'll
blast a hole, you follow me through."
***
WELL... what do ya think? Please review or send me an e-mail!
I don't own anything, I'm not making money, so please don't sue!
This is set I guess a cycle after 'Fractures.' Scorpius is dead (The wicked witch is dead! hehe!) While
Aeryn and John aren't completely back together, they are talking again and getting close. John's going to
get lucky, hehe, anyway, I miss Zhaan. So guess what! She's back! Yea, Stark! ...hmm... I think I'll
shut up now...
Title: Surprise Surprise
Chapter 2: Surprising Emotions
Rated: R
***
The woman went still, but she didn't look up. Finally she spoke, "Very clever of you, doctor. You had me
convinced they were real. You shouldn't have used his voice though. You've blown your cover, another mind
game to see what my wonderful brain will do. You bastard."
John stared at her in horror. As she spoke her voice had gotten stronger, by the end of her soft tirade, he
had recognized it. Suddenly his horror turned to anger and he stood. "Frell you, whoever you are!"
"John? What's wrong?" Aeryn asked.
"I hate to be the one to tell you, Aeryn, but you ain't real." He laughed harshly. "I wonder who has me
now." He sat down with his back against the bars. "Another mind-frell is in store for me." He grinned
crazily at Aeryn, "I hope it's stellar and not mediocre. I'm kind of getting use to them."
"John?" Aeryn asked and knelt in front of him.
"Go away."
Aeryn could stop the hurt from flashing across her face. She looked at the woman. She was staring at John.
"Who are you?" Aeryn asked coldly.
The woman's eyes moved to look at Aeryn. She opened her mouth and started to speak, then snapped it closed.
Her eyes darted back to John. She crawled over to him. He didn't turn to face her. She put her arms through
the bars and wrapped them around his neck in a loose embrace. Her body was pressed up against his through the
bars and she rested her forehead on his neck. "I wish you were real."
Instead of trying to move, like Aeryn thought he would, John reached up and held her arms in place with his
hands. It was a comforting gesture. He sighed. "I wish you were real, too." Aeryn was surprised to see his
eyes close and pain flash across his features. His grip on the woman's arms tightened convulsively. He opened
his eyes and silent tears fell. The woman sobbed and her arms tightened her hold on him. "Damn, I wish this
were real," he whispered in despair.
His friends stared at him. Who was the woman that she would make him think he was dreaming? John had sunk
into despair and the woman had done no better. It was obvious that she had been tortured. Her mind raped often
enough to believe it was being done again. That John couldn't really be here. The similarities in the two
humans' 'welcoming' to the Uncharted Territories saddened them all. Chiana was the first to speak. "Frell,
maybe you both are real."
The woman's tears quieted and her hold on John loosened. John turned around and the two humans stared at each
other. John reached through and pushed the hair away from her face. Aeryn was the only one to notice that her
eyes looked just like John's, but she dismissed it, thinking all humans must have the same eyes. Then she
remembered that the Ancients' version of John's father hadn't shared those eyes. She pushed the thought to the
back of her mind and looked at the woman again. A bruise covered her left cheekbone and a long scar traced its
way from the right side of her forehead past her eye and down, stopping midway on her cheek.
"What happened to you?" John asked softly. "How did you get here?"
Her short laugh turned into a sob as she stared back at him, though she didn't break down. "I had to uphold the
family honor. Couldn't let the world think all Crichtons are stupid."
He smiled though his eyes remained moist. "How long have you been out here?"
"Two years. I was barely through the wormhole when they found me."
"I'm so sorry. If I had known--"
"Shh." She placed a finger over his lips. "I know," she said simply. She tried to stand and when she couldn't,
John stood and helped her up. "What we need to worry about now, is how to get out. I couldn't get out on my
own, but I can get us, the Delvian, the Banik, the Interion, and your Sebacean friend out." She looked at Zhaan
and Stark. "If you all help."
"Everyone here is my friend. They are all coming, and they can all help."
"If they are friends of yours, then I trust them." She leaned over to the lock combination on the door of his
cell. "I know all the combinations they use, this will only take a minute." John held her up while she
punched numbers into the lock. After the third series of numbers, the lock opened. Aeryn immediately exited and
walked to the door of the room. She listened for a moment then began searching the room for their weapons.
John walked the woman to Stark's and Zhaan's cell. She punched in the code and the door opened. The four
walked to the next cell and freed Jool; Zhaan and Stark took her to the examining table and tried to
ascertain the damage their capture had caused. John helped the woman walk in the cell. D'Argo was still
chained to the ceiling. She examined the chains. "Have you tried to break free?" she asked him.
"Yes."
She frowned. She reached out and grabbed one of the chains. "John, grab the other one. On three, we all
pull. One, two, three…" John and D'Argo pulled and the woman let her knees buckle so all her weight pulled
on the chain.
"It's working," Chiana cried from her cell as the chains began to give under the pressure. Finally they
snapped.
The woman would have fallen to the floor, but D'Argo caught her. She frowned at him. She obviously hadn't been
expecting him to try and help her. "Thanks," she said finally.
D'Argo shook his head and looked her in the eye, "Thank you." He picked her up and carried her to Rygel's and
Chiana's cell. John following close behind. It was obvious he didn't want to let her out of his sight.
D'Argo let her down long enough to key in the code before picking her up again. He carried her over to where
Jool lay. By this time, Aeryn had found their weapons and com badges. She passed them out to their owners
and gave an extra pulse rifle to Chiana.
"Com badges aren't working. Now what?" Aeryn asked her.
"If everyone is ready, we can leave," the woman said.
"Jool won't be able to walk for long, if at all," Zhaan told them.
John turned to D'Argo. "Give her to me and you take Jool. Chiana, you and Aeryn take the lead. Aeryn, give
Stark your second pulse pistol, and Zhaan take Wynonna. You two cover our exit. D'Argo and I will walk in the
middle."
"What about me?" Rygel asked offended.
"Sparky."
Rygel began muttering under his breath. Aeryn and Chiana opened the door to the room and looked out while John
took the woman from D'Argo and he picked up Jool. When they were ready, they followed the woman's directions
through the halls. They met a few of the green guys, but they were easily dispatched by Aeryn and Chiana. It
seemed as though, no one had even noticed they had escaped. They entered a hanger and the crew of Moya realized
they were on a ship.
"I hope one of you can fly something in here. It's the reason why I couldn't escape on my own."
Aeryn led them to a transport large enough to fit them all and everyone climbed in. "What about the doors?"
Aeryn asked the woman.
"Can't you blast through them?"
"This is a transport, it doesn't have weapons!"
"Can't we steal something that does?"
Aeryn turned to John, "Can you fly this?"
"Yeah."
"Fine." Aeryn got out of the pilot seat and out of the transport. She turned around and looked at John, "I'll
blast a hole, you follow me through."
***
WELL... what do ya think? Please review or send me an e-mail!
