Title: Meant to Be

Author(s): Elflore and Rehanna (No, Reh didn't ask if she could post this. He already told me I could do whatever I wanted with it.)

Rating: PG ...Reh was naughty and made John say "damnit" (pretty mild compared with some of my others. :)

Summary: It's John and Aeryn getting together. Isn't that enough?

Spoilers: None. Vague references to "Throne for a Loss," "Thank God it's Friday, Again," "The Flax," "DNA Mad Scientist," "Nerve," "Picture if You Will." (Don't worry if you haven't seen PiFYW, we don't give anything away. It's not even a quote we use. )

Feedback: Pleeeeease? You'll get a cookie! I promise!

Note: This was an rp for random shippiness to start with and SOMEHOW it turned into a story.. Don't ask us how, we don't know.

Disclaimer: We don't own the characters, wish we did, and then we'd be making all the money, not Jim Henson Productions, Hallmark Entertainment, Nine Networks and the SciFi Channel. Anyway, please don't sue us; you wouldn't get anything. While the characters don't belong to us, the story DOES so please don't steal it, or plagiarize it or anything like that. © Elflore and Rehanna, 2000

*New Author Note* I want a story with chapters. This one would kinda be perfect (I remember having to break it up when I sent it out for feedback). And it will have short chapters. Sorry.

Oh, and so all the lovely people who keep reviewing my J/C stories don't think I'm giving that up on them, I'm not. This was written over a year ago, but I'm becoming a review junkie, so I thought I'd post it here ;) . All reviews will be shared with Elflore (

Today was the day.

Or rather, tonight would be the night. When John would finally ask what he had wanted to ask for so long. The question which had burned in his brain for he didn't know how long. Tonight, one way or another, it would be over with.

Which made his agitation that much worse, really. So close and yet so far. Why wait for tonight? Why not just get it over with now?

Because it was tradition.

But why should that matter? He'd never been particularly bound by traditions in the past, when he was back home on Earth. Never been big on "Kodak moments". He'd never believed in Events for their own sake.

Here, though...lost in space, so far from everything he'd ever know...the stupid little things, pointless Earth superstitions and sayings and traditions...they were all he had left. The only way he held on to his sanity.

Or maybe not. Maybe he had something more. Much more.

But he couldn't know until tonight.

John waited until he and Aeryn had finished their dinners that evening, at the little table he'd set up on the terrace. Well...what he called "evening", anyway.

Then he waited longer, because the right words seemed to be late. He'd expected them to just magically appear when he needed them. Which was stupid, of course.

Finally he sighed and stood up.

"Guess I just have to bite the bullet," he muttered to himself. "Sin and sin bravely. Go the whole nine yards...frell, I'm doing it again...always talk too much when I'm nervous..."

Aeryn just looked at him, knowing better than to say anything. Her eyes did widen, ever so slightly, as John knelt down beside her chair, and held out a tiny, fabric-covered box.

"Translator microbes don't fail me now..." John took a deep breath. "Aeryn Sun...would you do me the greatest honor in the universe...and agree to be my wife?"