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 (
Several months later, Aeryn sat in Moya's cavernous control center, communing silently with the great ship. The Leviathan could take care of herself most of the time, but it still helped to check with her every so often, make sure all her systems were running smoothly.
At Aeryn's side, John leaned on the console, looking over the oddly-shaped controls. He placed his hands over one of them, spreading his fingers as wide as they could go, yet the button was still larger.
"Aeryn..."
She glanced at him, still tapping at...well, leaning into...some of the other buttons. "Hmm?"
"Have you ever wondered about who this place was built for? I mean...it's huge. You can barely reach some of those controls. What kind of being was meant to sit here, do you think?"
"A Pilot," Aeryn answered simply. "I really don't know why Moya doesn't have one."
"You've seen Pilots before, then?"
She nodded. "Quite a few."
"They wouldn't be...oh...great, big, blue...or maybe purple...shell-headed creatures, with a whole bunch of arms, with big claws on the ends? Very soft-spoken creatures...very gentle..."
"They only have four arms," Aeryn corrected him. "But yes...I'd say that's a fairly accurate description. I wasn't aware you'd encountered one..."
John frowned. "Neither was I."
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 (
Several months later, Aeryn sat in Moya's cavernous control center, communing silently with the great ship. The Leviathan could take care of herself most of the time, but it still helped to check with her every so often, make sure all her systems were running smoothly.
At Aeryn's side, John leaned on the console, looking over the oddly-shaped controls. He placed his hands over one of them, spreading his fingers as wide as they could go, yet the button was still larger.
"Aeryn..."
She glanced at him, still tapping at...well, leaning into...some of the other buttons. "Hmm?"
"Have you ever wondered about who this place was built for? I mean...it's huge. You can barely reach some of those controls. What kind of being was meant to sit here, do you think?"
"A Pilot," Aeryn answered simply. "I really don't know why Moya doesn't have one."
"You've seen Pilots before, then?"
She nodded. "Quite a few."
"They wouldn't be...oh...great, big, blue...or maybe purple...shell-headed creatures, with a whole bunch of arms, with big claws on the ends? Very soft-spoken creatures...very gentle..."
"They only have four arms," Aeryn corrected him. "But yes...I'd say that's a fairly accurate description. I wasn't aware you'd encountered one..."
John frowned. "Neither was I."
