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 (
Aeryn sat on the terrace alone, trying in vain to understand her thoughts. After a while she sighed, then hit her comm, "John?"
She heard a muffled thud, then what passed for cursing from him before, "Uh, yeah, Aeryn, what's up?"
She frowned, partly in annoyance at herself, partly at his phase. The translator microbes still didn't work most of the time when she talked to him, even after almost two cycles. "Nothing." A pause. "Are you busy?"
"Actually, I'm kinda in the middle of some repairs. Might take me another, oh, half arn. Hopefully. But if it's urgent..."
"Oh, no, it's nothing... Do you need any help?"
"Naw, I'm doing okay."
"All right. Never mind, then."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"All right. If you say so."
A little while later she got up and started, slowly toward the maintenance bay, trying to take up that half arn.
She frowned to herself when she noticed she was there much too quickly.
John felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and knew he was no longer alone. Backing slowly out of Farscape One's service hatch, he turned to find Aeryn standing at the door, the look on her face strangely conflicted. He frowned. "Aeryn...what is it? Something bothering you?"
"Nothing's bothering me."
"You sure?" John pressed. He wiped his hands on a rag, then tossed it into the toolbox and moved closer to the door, cocking his head curiously to one side.
"You look...I dunno. Like something's on your mind."
"I have been thinking about something," she admitted quietly. "But nothing's wrong."
"Then...what? C'mon...you can tell me."
Aeryn seemed to find something fascinating about the deck beneath her boots, and John held back a sigh. He knew her pretty well by now, at least he liked to think so; but even so, even after nearly two years alone together, he couldn't read her. He might be able to tell when something was getting to her, but rarely what. And why...almost never. She had the most extraordinarily expressive (and of course beautiful) face he'd ever seen, yet she could still hide away her feelings like no one else.
"Look, if you're not ready to talk now, I could finish up here, and meet you in the mess hall?" he suggested gently. "Maybe half an arn?"
The suggestion was ignored. Instead she said, "A few months ago, you asked me something. Do you remember what it was?"
John suddenly felt as if his entire body had become one great big hollow in which his heart was bouncing around. He knew exactly what she was talking about, of course, but couldn't decide why, and whether this was good or bad. Perhaps he should have known better, perhaps what was about to happen had been inevitable from the time she appeared at the cargo bay door. Or from the moment they first met. Or long before that, even. But by this point John had stopped thinking, and could only feel.
"Yes," he answered solemnly. "I asked you to marry me."
"And do you still want me too?"
John eyes widened for the briefest moment, and it was several longer ones before he managed to say, "Aeryn, of course, I...are you sure about this?" Her only reply was a raised eyebrow. She hardly seemed to be taking this seriously!
"I mean...I don't want you to feel you owe me anything, because you don't. Don't do this just because you think it's what I want. That wouldn't be fair to either of us, really, but especially not to you..."
"John, I told you then that I wanted to, but I couldn't. I think I can now."
"But...this is really what you want? Don't even worry about me...all that I care is that you're happy..."
Finally she looked up. "Yes. I want to."
For a seemingly infinite moment he just stared into her eyes...and realized that she meant it. He found himself grinning, wider than he ever had in his life, and glancing to the ceiling, to the sky, barely resisting the urge to shout out loud. Then he was grabbing her up in a huge hug, holding her so tight, laughing and crying all at once, uncontrollably. And she was hugging him back, holding him just as close. Finally she drew back...only far enough to kiss him, her lips barely brushing against his own.
"Thank you for waiting," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"How could I not?" he answered simply.
"I was afraid that the more we were together, the less you would want to..."
Gently, he shook his head. "Every moment we've been together, I've loved you that much more." Finally Aeryn smiled, and John sighed and hugged her again, almost collapsing against her. "I'm still not sure what you see in a deficient like me, but hey..."
Aeryn grinned. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't know either..."
"That's good enough for me!"
"Well, I think this is cause for a celebratory...food cubes, don't you?" John asked once the tears, laughter and hugs-well, some of them, anyway- were finally out of his system.
"Food cubes, celebratory?" Aeryn replied, perplexed. "Why food cubes?"
John frowned. "Wait...you're right...we've got all kinds of stuff in the galley...why was I expecting someone to have eaten it all?"
"You didn't hit your head, by any chance?" Aeryn asked, smiling wryly. "Working on that bucket of...I'm sorry, that wonderful module of yours?"
Mature to the end, John stuck his tongue out at her. "Yeah, well...let's just go grab something to eat, okay?"
"What happened to those important modifications you were making?"
"Oh, they can wait," John assured her, glancing back at the ship...which chose just that moment to creak ominously. "Or not."
Aeryn sighed. "We'd better just get them over with."
John grinned. "We?"
"Yes, we," she answered. "The sooner the buck-module," Aeryn grinned, "is fixed, the sooner we can do something else..."
"First.." Smiling, John reached over and gently took Aeryn's hand, then slipped the ring into her finger.
Aeryn smiled in return, then heard the FS1 creak again, " Your 'ship' needs to be finished... "
"You're a real mood killer, you know that?" John angrily told the module.
It creaked again in response.
Aeryn tried not to laugh at them both.
John walked over to it, calling over his shoulder, "You know.. there's really only enough room for one of us under there..."
Aeryn shrugged and sat down. "I didn't really want to help, to begin with."
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 (
Aeryn sat on the terrace alone, trying in vain to understand her thoughts. After a while she sighed, then hit her comm, "John?"
She heard a muffled thud, then what passed for cursing from him before, "Uh, yeah, Aeryn, what's up?"
She frowned, partly in annoyance at herself, partly at his phase. The translator microbes still didn't work most of the time when she talked to him, even after almost two cycles. "Nothing." A pause. "Are you busy?"
"Actually, I'm kinda in the middle of some repairs. Might take me another, oh, half arn. Hopefully. But if it's urgent..."
"Oh, no, it's nothing... Do you need any help?"
"Naw, I'm doing okay."
"All right. Never mind, then."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"All right. If you say so."
A little while later she got up and started, slowly toward the maintenance bay, trying to take up that half arn.
She frowned to herself when she noticed she was there much too quickly.
John felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and knew he was no longer alone. Backing slowly out of Farscape One's service hatch, he turned to find Aeryn standing at the door, the look on her face strangely conflicted. He frowned. "Aeryn...what is it? Something bothering you?"
"Nothing's bothering me."
"You sure?" John pressed. He wiped his hands on a rag, then tossed it into the toolbox and moved closer to the door, cocking his head curiously to one side.
"You look...I dunno. Like something's on your mind."
"I have been thinking about something," she admitted quietly. "But nothing's wrong."
"Then...what? C'mon...you can tell me."
Aeryn seemed to find something fascinating about the deck beneath her boots, and John held back a sigh. He knew her pretty well by now, at least he liked to think so; but even so, even after nearly two years alone together, he couldn't read her. He might be able to tell when something was getting to her, but rarely what. And why...almost never. She had the most extraordinarily expressive (and of course beautiful) face he'd ever seen, yet she could still hide away her feelings like no one else.
"Look, if you're not ready to talk now, I could finish up here, and meet you in the mess hall?" he suggested gently. "Maybe half an arn?"
The suggestion was ignored. Instead she said, "A few months ago, you asked me something. Do you remember what it was?"
John suddenly felt as if his entire body had become one great big hollow in which his heart was bouncing around. He knew exactly what she was talking about, of course, but couldn't decide why, and whether this was good or bad. Perhaps he should have known better, perhaps what was about to happen had been inevitable from the time she appeared at the cargo bay door. Or from the moment they first met. Or long before that, even. But by this point John had stopped thinking, and could only feel.
"Yes," he answered solemnly. "I asked you to marry me."
"And do you still want me too?"
John eyes widened for the briefest moment, and it was several longer ones before he managed to say, "Aeryn, of course, I...are you sure about this?" Her only reply was a raised eyebrow. She hardly seemed to be taking this seriously!
"I mean...I don't want you to feel you owe me anything, because you don't. Don't do this just because you think it's what I want. That wouldn't be fair to either of us, really, but especially not to you..."
"John, I told you then that I wanted to, but I couldn't. I think I can now."
"But...this is really what you want? Don't even worry about me...all that I care is that you're happy..."
Finally she looked up. "Yes. I want to."
For a seemingly infinite moment he just stared into her eyes...and realized that she meant it. He found himself grinning, wider than he ever had in his life, and glancing to the ceiling, to the sky, barely resisting the urge to shout out loud. Then he was grabbing her up in a huge hug, holding her so tight, laughing and crying all at once, uncontrollably. And she was hugging him back, holding him just as close. Finally she drew back...only far enough to kiss him, her lips barely brushing against his own.
"Thank you for waiting," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"How could I not?" he answered simply.
"I was afraid that the more we were together, the less you would want to..."
Gently, he shook his head. "Every moment we've been together, I've loved you that much more." Finally Aeryn smiled, and John sighed and hugged her again, almost collapsing against her. "I'm still not sure what you see in a deficient like me, but hey..."
Aeryn grinned. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't know either..."
"That's good enough for me!"
"Well, I think this is cause for a celebratory...food cubes, don't you?" John asked once the tears, laughter and hugs-well, some of them, anyway- were finally out of his system.
"Food cubes, celebratory?" Aeryn replied, perplexed. "Why food cubes?"
John frowned. "Wait...you're right...we've got all kinds of stuff in the galley...why was I expecting someone to have eaten it all?"
"You didn't hit your head, by any chance?" Aeryn asked, smiling wryly. "Working on that bucket of...I'm sorry, that wonderful module of yours?"
Mature to the end, John stuck his tongue out at her. "Yeah, well...let's just go grab something to eat, okay?"
"What happened to those important modifications you were making?"
"Oh, they can wait," John assured her, glancing back at the ship...which chose just that moment to creak ominously. "Or not."
Aeryn sighed. "We'd better just get them over with."
John grinned. "We?"
"Yes, we," she answered. "The sooner the buck-module," Aeryn grinned, "is fixed, the sooner we can do something else..."
"First.." Smiling, John reached over and gently took Aeryn's hand, then slipped the ring into her finger.
Aeryn smiled in return, then heard the FS1 creak again, " Your 'ship' needs to be finished... "
"You're a real mood killer, you know that?" John angrily told the module.
It creaked again in response.
Aeryn tried not to laugh at them both.
John walked over to it, calling over his shoulder, "You know.. there's really only enough room for one of us under there..."
Aeryn shrugged and sat down. "I didn't really want to help, to begin with."
