Epilogue
Moya and Talyn floated in the black of space, having stopped to just set back and relax for a brief moment. They listened to their occupants laughing as they gathered around the large table in Moya's dining area, celebrating something Crichton called Thanksgiving. Both Leviathan's certainly had plenty to be thankful for. Freedom to fly. Beings who loved them. The joy of watching a star go supernova. Other things that their occupants could never comprehend.
Moya herself was thankful for her son's maturity and gave Morgan the credit. The young human woman had tempered both Captain Crais and Talyn. The difference, to Moya at least, was staggering. And she was glad Morgan was healing well. Both fever and injury were gone and she was a stronger now than when she first arrived in the Uncharted Territories. Moya returned her attention to the gathering within her.
"She knocked you out?" D'Argo asked, his glass halfway to his mouth. He stared at Crais.
The Captain gazed at Morgan across the table, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Yes. She did."
D'Argo looked at the others, slamming his glass back on the table. "I want to see how."
"Oh no!" Morgan protested, laughing. "He's still mad at me for cold cocking him and hiding him instead of letting him do the 'right' thing by turning himself in."
D'Argo pointed at her. "Which is what you should have done."
Zhaan held her hands up soothingly. "I for one am glad that everyone is safe and we are together." Her eyes briefly met Crais' and he nodded slightly in her direction. "I have enjoyed the time I have had getting to know Morgan." She looked at the young woman and smiled.
Crichton slapped his forehead. "Hey, I forgot to give this back to you," he commented, standing up and fishing in the pocket of pants. He took Morgan's hand, folding her fingers over something. "This is the second time I have given this to you."
Morgan opened her hand, shaking her head and smiling, the Celtic knot glinting in the lights. "My necklace. I thought this was gone for good." She wrapped her arms around Crichton's neck. "Thank you," she whispered.
"You're welcome, Morgan." He held her tight. "Always."
Talyn and Moya moved closer to each other, listening as a comment was made and the group dissolved into laughter, a sound they enjoyed hearing often. They were at peace and content.
And unawares of the trouble brewing a few sectors away that would once again catch them in the middle…………..
(Stay tuned…)
Copyright 2002, Beth A. Carpenter
Moya and Talyn floated in the black of space, having stopped to just set back and relax for a brief moment. They listened to their occupants laughing as they gathered around the large table in Moya's dining area, celebrating something Crichton called Thanksgiving. Both Leviathan's certainly had plenty to be thankful for. Freedom to fly. Beings who loved them. The joy of watching a star go supernova. Other things that their occupants could never comprehend.
Moya herself was thankful for her son's maturity and gave Morgan the credit. The young human woman had tempered both Captain Crais and Talyn. The difference, to Moya at least, was staggering. And she was glad Morgan was healing well. Both fever and injury were gone and she was a stronger now than when she first arrived in the Uncharted Territories. Moya returned her attention to the gathering within her.
"She knocked you out?" D'Argo asked, his glass halfway to his mouth. He stared at Crais.
The Captain gazed at Morgan across the table, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Yes. She did."
D'Argo looked at the others, slamming his glass back on the table. "I want to see how."
"Oh no!" Morgan protested, laughing. "He's still mad at me for cold cocking him and hiding him instead of letting him do the 'right' thing by turning himself in."
D'Argo pointed at her. "Which is what you should have done."
Zhaan held her hands up soothingly. "I for one am glad that everyone is safe and we are together." Her eyes briefly met Crais' and he nodded slightly in her direction. "I have enjoyed the time I have had getting to know Morgan." She looked at the young woman and smiled.
Crichton slapped his forehead. "Hey, I forgot to give this back to you," he commented, standing up and fishing in the pocket of pants. He took Morgan's hand, folding her fingers over something. "This is the second time I have given this to you."
Morgan opened her hand, shaking her head and smiling, the Celtic knot glinting in the lights. "My necklace. I thought this was gone for good." She wrapped her arms around Crichton's neck. "Thank you," she whispered.
"You're welcome, Morgan." He held her tight. "Always."
Talyn and Moya moved closer to each other, listening as a comment was made and the group dissolved into laughter, a sound they enjoyed hearing often. They were at peace and content.
And unawares of the trouble brewing a few sectors away that would once again catch them in the middle…………..
(Stay tuned…)
Copyright 2002, Beth A. Carpenter
