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 9: Surprise Crais!

Rated: R

***

Blue-blue eyes opened and met deep black ones. "Aeryn?" her voice croaked. Chiana shook her head
'no.' "My fault." She closed her eyes, trying to control the pain.

"Cass..." Chiana began, trying to sooth her friend.

"No, it is MY fault. Nothing you can say will change that." She tried to sit up and was immediately
struck with pain. She hissed out a breath, then turned determined eyes to her friend. "Help me up."

"Are you sure?" Chiana was worried; Cass looked like a strong breath would kill her.

"Yes, damn it!" She struggled again, finally managing to sit up with Chiana's help. The pain in her belly
was making her dizzy. "I want to stand." Chiana tried to talk her out of it, but Cassandra ignored her
and tried to stand on her own. Chiana caught her when she started to fall. She stood with Chiana's arms
supporting her. "Have you found a way to track the ship?"

"No, Pilot says he doesn't know how."

"Help me up to Command."

"I should call Zhaan and Jool. They wanted to know the microt you woke up," Chiana said worried.

"Chiana, help me or I'll do it myself."

Chiana stared at her, trying to decide if Cassandra would try making it to Command on her own. 'Frell,'
she thought. "Fine, but let me get Zhaan."

"You can com her when we get to Command," Cassandra said and took a step forward, forcing Chiana to follow
or let her fall to the ground.

The two women made their way up to Command, which was surprisingly empty. Along the way, Chiana filled
her in on what D'Argo said. Cassandra walked over to one of the panels and stared at it for a microt,
Chiana still supporting her. She touched her com, "Pilot?"

"Cassandra Crichton?!" Pilot replied surprised.

"Yes, Pilot. I'm in Command, please show me everything you have on the K'lar'in ship." The panel in front
of her lit up with information. "Thank you, Pilot."

"Pilot, please tell Zhaan to come up here," Chiana spoke into Cassandra's com.

Cassandra turned irritated eyes to her before glancing back down at the panel. "You said I could com her
once we reached Command," Chiana said defending her actions.

Cassandra studied the information, ignoring her concerned friend. "Every question has an answer, every
problem has a solution, and *everything* has a weakness," she muttered. She stared at the panel. The answer
would come to her, it always did.

Zhaan ran into Command to find Cassandra working at one of the panels; Chiana holding her up. "I don't
understand," Chiana was saying. Neither noticed Zhaan's entrance

"Look, the alloy their ship is made out of prevents us from scanning for it with normal methods. It's
probably something they created, it gives them a cloaking device of sorts without having to use any power."

"A cloaking device?"

"Never mind. However, because the alloy is not used by any other race, we could alter the scanners to look
for it." She paused. "There are two problems with that of course."

"What?"

"One: when we alter the scanners, we probably won't be able to detect anything but the K'lar'in: leaving us
unable to detect other hostiles... and two: we need a sample of the metal."

"What about the transmitter?"

"What transmitter?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you about that."

"Tell me about what?"

"Cassandra, what are you doing in Command?" Zhaan asked before the argument could escalate.

The women looked guilty over at Zhaan. "Uh, working?" Cassandra replied hesitantly.

"Can you even stand on your own?" Cassandra looked down embarrassed. Zhaan walked over to her and helped
Chiana support her. "Come." The three walked down to the apothecary in silence.

After Zhaan ran her scans and administered medication to her stubborn patient, she tapped her com. "Pilot,
can you please give the information Cassandra was working on to a DRD and send it to her."

"Yes, Zhaan."

"Thanks," Cassandra said, smiling slightly.

"I'll tell John you are awake," she said and left the room.

A few microts later, a DRD came in with a bunch of print-outs. Chiana picked them up and handed them to
Cassandra. The two women were going over them when John came running into the room.

Cassandra didn't give him time to speak. "Good, you're here. I need you to tell me everything you can about
Moya's sensors." She turned to Chiana. "Find that transmitter, I want to look at it." Chiana started to
leave her side, when Cassandra suddenly gripped her arm, "Then you get to tell me all about it." Chiana gave a
weak smile.

"Cassandra are you okay?" John asked ignoring her demands.

"I'm fine. I have an idea on how to get Aeryn back, so tell me about Moya's sensors."

John needed no further prompting and launched into a full detailed lecture of Moya's sensors. If Cassandra
was being bossy, she would be okay.

***

"Why is this taking so long!" John yelled giving into the frustration and sadness that had been tearing him
apart.

Cassandra sat up and threw the wrench she was holding at his head, giving into her own anger and
frustration. John's reflexes saved him from a killer headache. He knocked the wrench aside before it could
nail him in between the eyes. "Why don't you do this if you think I'm not moving fast enough!"

"I have tried! Your plan sucks!" Cassandra stood and left the neural cluster, brushing angry tears
away as she walked. "Frell," he cursed viciously.

John found her sitting in on the Terrace. Her arms were wrapped around her legs, her chin rested on her
knees. He saw her tense and knew she heard him enter. He walked over to her, but she wouldn't look at him.
He sat beside her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

"I didn't mean to try and deck you with the wrench," she replied. They sat in silence for a few hundred
microts before Cassandra spoke again, "It won't work, John. Not with Moya."

"We just need to try a different calibration."

"No. It's been a month - monen - whatever. We need a different ship, one whose sensors were designed with
battle in mind. We have already wasted too much time trying to adapt sensors that just plain can't handle
what were asking."

John was silent. He stood suddenly. "Come on." He touched his com, "Pilot get everyone up to Command."
He ran towards Command; Cassandra on his heels.

"Well? Have you fixed the sensors?" Rygel asked when they all arrived.

"No, we figured out it won't work with Moya," John replied, "We need to find Talyn."

***

"We have located Talyn," Pilot's voice interrupted John's thoughts.

"Let me talk to Crais," he replied. He stood alone in Command. It was deep in the sleep cycle, everyone
else was asleep.

"Crichton."

John stared at the image of Crais a microt before replying. "We have a problem."

"And you want my help?" Crais asked amused.

"No. We want Talyn's help."

"With what?"

"Aeryn was captured by the K'lar'in. We need Talyn's sensors to find her. We can't adapt Moya's to the
configuration needed."

"The K'lar'in?!" Crais asked surprised. He paused to converse with Talyn. "Yes, we will help you, what
do you need us to do?"

"A few of us will be on our way shortly." Crais nodded and the transmission was cut.

John walked to the crew's quarters and woke up Cassandra. Once she was awake, he asked, "Who else do you
need?"

"Chiana, I guess for now," she mumbled sleepily and headed for the shower.

John woke up Chiana and then went back to Cassandra's quarters. She was buckling on her tool belt when
he walked in. He watched as she strapped the two pulse pistols she claimed to her thighs and turned to
him. "Ready," she said. The two walked to Chiana's quarters. Chiana stood outside waiting for them.
The three walked to the bay in silence and boarded one of Moya's transport pods.

***

TBC

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