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 (

A few arns later, Aeryn and John lay, peacefully sleeping, wrapped in each other's arms.

A gruff voice pierced the calm, "Aeryn, you must listen to me." The voice waited for a response. Getting none, it tried again, "Aeryn Sun, listen to me!"

Aeryn muttered something in her sleep and half woke. She looked at John, saw he was still asleep and decided the voice must have been her imagination, and started to drift off again.

The voice came once again, louder and more demanding, "Aeryn!"

She jumped and looked around in confusion.

"Aeryn, you have to hear me. Do you know who I am?"

"No," she stated, calmly, then began muttering to herself. "There's no one there. There can't be. Moya would have told me."

"Moya doesn't remember," the voice explained. "And neither do you, it seems. There's something strange about this nebula. So Zhaan says, anyway. It's clouding your thoughts somehow."

"Zhaan? I know no one by that name."

"You did once. She's a Delvian Pa'u. Just as you knew me, D'Argo. And Chiana. And Moya's Pilot, she did have one, whether she remembers him or not. And the little yutz Rygel. You knew all of us once. We traveled together on this ship."

"Crichton and I have been alone on Moya for over two cycles. No one has ever been here with us," Aeryn protested.

The voice, D'Argo, sighed, mostly to himself. "Are you happy, Aeryn?"

She frowned. "Yes. Why does it matter?"

D'Argo sounded resigned, "Zhaan and I suspected as much."

Aeryn's frown deepened, "Would you, whoever the frell you are, mind telling me what the hezmona you're talking about? Why does it matter if I'm happy?!"

"Well," D'Argo started to sound a bit uncomfortable, "We noticed only you and Crichton were missing. We guessed either you killed him, then something happened to you, or," he stopped.

When he began again, his voice was serious, "Aeryn, I'm sorry." Pause. "If you've truly found happiness, I could never ask you to give that up for me. But Chiana... Zhaan... all of us have been trapped." D'Argo's voice started to fade, "Only you and Crichton can set this right."

"I don't know you!" Aeryn protested again, "I don't owe you anything!"