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 weeks later, John stood outside a closed door, wearing an outfit which might ...possibly...during a solar eclipse...have been mistaken for a tuxedo.
"John?" Aeryn's voice was muffled, and a little annoyed. Just a little. "Why won't you let me open this door?"
"Look...I'm not really sure it's bad luck, but better safe than sorry, right?" John asked, then hurried on before her grumbling could evolve into a full-blown argument. "Anyway, this priestess should be docking with us in half an arn. I'll meet her then, take care of everything." More dark mutters and curses came from Aeryn's side of the door. "Just be down at the cargo bay in an arn and a half, okay?"
There was a long pause, and then, "Fine."
"See you then."
No worries.
The last five minutes were the longest John had ever endured, waiting for Aeryn in the cargo bay, fidgeting constantly, rocking slightly, back and forth, on the balls of his feet. The priestess, a Delvian Pa'u, was of course utterly calm. Her hands were clasped before her and her eyes were closed...meditating or something, he supposed...and yet there seemed to be a slight quirk to her mouth, a quietly amused smile. John almost wondered if he should be offended, yet instead he found her manner strangely reassuring. He hadn't the faintest idea why.
Finally the doors whooshed open, Aeryn stepped in...and John's jaw dropped, even as the corners turned up, just a bit. He had realized a long time ago that Aeryn was far and away the most beautiful woman he'd ever met, but she'd never been so beautiful as today...
Even if she did look a little annoyed at having been locked in her quarters for so long. "Is there any other human tradition I need to know about?" she asked from the doorway.
John blinked, trying to pull himself back down to the moment. "Well, there's...um...no, not exactly. You just.stand there." He waved vaguely at a spot on the floor beside him.
Aeryn stared back at him for a moment, then shrugged, and started down the length of the cargo bay. John realized he was humming the wedding march to himself, softly and nervously, and bit his lip. At last they stood together before the Pa'u.
The Delvian looked first to John. "You said you wished to say something before we began the Blessing and the Binding, did you not?"
Again, John blinked, for a moment unsure of what she was talking about. Then he remembered. "Oh...oh, right. Thank you."
Aeryn was, inevitably, even more confused. "You did?"
John nodded, and coughed a little. Then he took a deep breath, and stared down at his feet for a moment. Finally he forced himself to look up, right into Aeryn's eyes, and took her hands in his own.
"When I first came here, I was lost. The stranger in a strange land, literally. And yet, the moment I met you.I felt as if I'd come home for the first time. It took me a while to admit this to myself, of course, but the longer I knew you, the more impossible it became to resist. I used to think.hope, even.that getting shot through that wormhole was a nightmare. Now I know the only nightmare would be a life without you, Aeryn Sun."
Then he waited, watching her face for a reaction. He saw only the faintest of smiles, the slightest of sparkles in her eyes, yet from Aeryn that meant more than the most joyous laughter or the warmest hug.
"John, when I first got stuck here on Moya.I would have done anything to go back to my old life. Now, I." She trailed off, and John just smiled, not pressuring her, simply more in love than ever before. At last Aeryn sighed. "I can't imagine being anywhere else."
In a way, the ceremony seemed to go on forever, and John felt as if he have lived his whole life in that perfect moment. And yet, at the same time, it seemed to be over in the blink of an eye, and suddenly the priest was saying, "You may kiss the bride."
Aeryn gaped, first at John, then at the Pa'u, then back at John again. "Since when did the Blessing and the Binding ceremony end like that?"
"Yes, well...I asked if we might make a little change," John admitted. "Literary license. Another strange human thing, I guess you'd say. Are we going to just stand here arguing about it, or...?"
The Pa'u seemed to be barely withholding a smirk, which didn't help matters.
"You might have told me!" Aeryn pointed out, then preceded to mutter something about never trusting humans again.
John sighed. "I give up!" And he took Aeryn in his arms, and kissed her. She did seem to enjoy it, though she would swear afterwards that the priestess had been laughing at them the entire time.
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 weeks later, John stood outside a closed door, wearing an outfit which might ...possibly...during a solar eclipse...have been mistaken for a tuxedo.
"John?" Aeryn's voice was muffled, and a little annoyed. Just a little. "Why won't you let me open this door?"
"Look...I'm not really sure it's bad luck, but better safe than sorry, right?" John asked, then hurried on before her grumbling could evolve into a full-blown argument. "Anyway, this priestess should be docking with us in half an arn. I'll meet her then, take care of everything." More dark mutters and curses came from Aeryn's side of the door. "Just be down at the cargo bay in an arn and a half, okay?"
There was a long pause, and then, "Fine."
"See you then."
No worries.
The last five minutes were the longest John had ever endured, waiting for Aeryn in the cargo bay, fidgeting constantly, rocking slightly, back and forth, on the balls of his feet. The priestess, a Delvian Pa'u, was of course utterly calm. Her hands were clasped before her and her eyes were closed...meditating or something, he supposed...and yet there seemed to be a slight quirk to her mouth, a quietly amused smile. John almost wondered if he should be offended, yet instead he found her manner strangely reassuring. He hadn't the faintest idea why.
Finally the doors whooshed open, Aeryn stepped in...and John's jaw dropped, even as the corners turned up, just a bit. He had realized a long time ago that Aeryn was far and away the most beautiful woman he'd ever met, but she'd never been so beautiful as today...
Even if she did look a little annoyed at having been locked in her quarters for so long. "Is there any other human tradition I need to know about?" she asked from the doorway.
John blinked, trying to pull himself back down to the moment. "Well, there's...um...no, not exactly. You just.stand there." He waved vaguely at a spot on the floor beside him.
Aeryn stared back at him for a moment, then shrugged, and started down the length of the cargo bay. John realized he was humming the wedding march to himself, softly and nervously, and bit his lip. At last they stood together before the Pa'u.
The Delvian looked first to John. "You said you wished to say something before we began the Blessing and the Binding, did you not?"
Again, John blinked, for a moment unsure of what she was talking about. Then he remembered. "Oh...oh, right. Thank you."
Aeryn was, inevitably, even more confused. "You did?"
John nodded, and coughed a little. Then he took a deep breath, and stared down at his feet for a moment. Finally he forced himself to look up, right into Aeryn's eyes, and took her hands in his own.
"When I first came here, I was lost. The stranger in a strange land, literally. And yet, the moment I met you.I felt as if I'd come home for the first time. It took me a while to admit this to myself, of course, but the longer I knew you, the more impossible it became to resist. I used to think.hope, even.that getting shot through that wormhole was a nightmare. Now I know the only nightmare would be a life without you, Aeryn Sun."
Then he waited, watching her face for a reaction. He saw only the faintest of smiles, the slightest of sparkles in her eyes, yet from Aeryn that meant more than the most joyous laughter or the warmest hug.
"John, when I first got stuck here on Moya.I would have done anything to go back to my old life. Now, I." She trailed off, and John just smiled, not pressuring her, simply more in love than ever before. At last Aeryn sighed. "I can't imagine being anywhere else."
In a way, the ceremony seemed to go on forever, and John felt as if he have lived his whole life in that perfect moment. And yet, at the same time, it seemed to be over in the blink of an eye, and suddenly the priest was saying, "You may kiss the bride."
Aeryn gaped, first at John, then at the Pa'u, then back at John again. "Since when did the Blessing and the Binding ceremony end like that?"
"Yes, well...I asked if we might make a little change," John admitted. "Literary license. Another strange human thing, I guess you'd say. Are we going to just stand here arguing about it, or...?"
The Pa'u seemed to be barely withholding a smirk, which didn't help matters.
"You might have told me!" Aeryn pointed out, then preceded to mutter something about never trusting humans again.
John sighed. "I give up!" And he took Aeryn in his arms, and kissed her. She did seem to enjoy it, though she would swear afterwards that the priestess had been laughing at them the entire time.
