Dangerously in love: A Farscape Fan Fic
(My first attempt at a post-fractures-angst-filled-shippy fic)
Inspired by Destiny's Child's song "Dangerously in Love" From the album "Survivor" and all credit for Farscape and stuff goes to those geniuses at Jim Henson and to Rockne S O'Bannon.
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Aeryn awoke and stared at the ceiling. There were still times when she expected to wake up in Talyn next to- No! Get a grip! He's gone, there's nothing you can do, she told herself, and this isn't going to help.
She sat up and hugged her knees, her eyes hurt and her head ached.
From too much crying, she realised with horror.
She got up, it was quite early, but she was awake now. No way she could go back to sleep, she got out of bed and walked over to her pile of clothes. She caught her gaze in the mirror on the way and saw her face was blotchy, her eyes were red and her hair was looking like dren.
Frell, I look awful, she thought, I need some sleep, desperately.
It had been hard recently, ever since he died. It was still hard to get her head around it, harder to hide it and the most difficult thing was to get Crichton to leave her alone. He was constantly around her, trying to help, trying to talk and making it worse. She desperately wanted him away from her; he made it more painful, she couldn't love him the same way as John. He was different, why the frell couldn't he get it through his thick skull?
Because he's stubborn that's why, almost like John was.
"I want him back," she muttered to her reflection "is that too much to ask?"
She walked back to bed, got in, pulled her covers over her head and sobbed.
Pilot had called everyone to command, there was an abandoned vessel nearby and it might have some food, supplies or even weapons they could salvage. Crichton noticed that not everyone was in command. "Where's Aeryn?" He asked.
"I don't know," Pilot replied.
"Last I heard she was in her quarters," supplied Chiana.
"Still?" Said Rygel hovering by D'argo
"It's not like her to stay in so late," muttered the Luxan "then again, she hasn't been herself lately."
Crichton heard him "She's probably just tired," he said meaningfully.
"Yes, of course," D'argo said quickly.
"Besides-" Crichton began.
"Did I miss anything?" Aeryn walked in, a cold expression on her face.
"No, no! You didn't miss much," said Crichton brightly "Sleep well?"
"Any business of yours?" She asked coldly.
"Sorry."
"We're going to going on a salvage mission, there's an abandoned ship ahead and we can get some weapons and stuff," Chiana said, deeply aware of the tension "we figured we'd need your help, but you were asleep and-"
"Didn't it occur that you could wake me up?" Aeryn replied, placing the Nebari under a heavy gaze. Chiana lowered her head and said nothing.
"We should be there in about half an arn, Jool and Rygel are staying here," D'argo said "if you want to stay Aeryn-"
"No I don't."
"Alright… well…. We'll be going soon…so…" He tailed off under Aeryn's stare.
"Let's get ready for a scavenger hunt boys and girls," said Crichton.
From the transport pod, ship looked pretty badly damaged, but from the inside it looked even worse. "What are chances that we are going to find anything on this dren-heap?" asked Aeryn.
"Not terribly high, but it's worth a try," Crichton checked his gun and locked it into his holster.
John's gun, Aeryn thought.
D'argo heaved a bag over his shoulder and picked up his qualta blade "Me and Chiana will go this way and you two go that way, we'll meet back in two arns and, if it's worth it, keep looking. If there isn't anything then we'll go back to Moya."
"Cool, see you in two," Crichton replied cheerfully.
"Anything happens-"
"Bleep you, got it."
"Good luck."
"Thanks D."
As he turned to walk away, D'argo had a thought "Watch out for thermic gas leaks. That's what powered the ship, there might still be reservoirs of it left in the pipes and it's highly explosive. One spark and we're blown to frell."
"Got it!"
John and Aeryn walked in silence along the corridors of the ship. Crichton so desperately wanted to talk to her, but every time he tried the words failed him. Face it, you've got no chance, he told himself, let it go. It sounded so easy, but it really wasn't. He loved her so much, he had missed her on Moya and he had a feeling that they'd be close on Talyn. Why didn't she understand? They could at least talk about it couldn't they?
Maybe that was the problem. Maybe he talked too much.
He turned to see if he could at least strike a conversation. She wasn't there.
Aeryn had found a room, the door had long ago fallen away and decay hung in the air. She looked in her pack and found her torch. Flicking it on she guided it carefully around the walls, there were hooks that must have held things up on the walls, expensive looking old furniture lying around and broken trophies of some kind on the floor. Must have been an aristocratic chamber of some kind, she thought, it looks as if it was ransacked. She pointed her torch into the corner and what was there made her jump. It was a corpse. She couldn't make out the species, but it looked vaguely Sebacean, it was holding what looked like a small cannon in its arms. She edged closer towards it, on closer inspection the cannon's back was lodged deep into the corpse's stomach. The force of the blast must've pushed the cannon back into this thing's guts, she thought, what a nasty way to die. Still, could be worse. Wincing and trying not to breathe in the stench of the dead she pulled the cannon out with a sickening, meaty squelch. With the whole thing in view she recognised it. Heavy infantry Peacekeeper soldiers used this; it was Fragian Cannonette. These things could blast a hole in a prowler! They were dangerous on a high setting, as this poor bastard found out, but it was useful if you knew what to do. Aeryn couldn't remember ever using one in combat, but she had studied how to use one. She checked the loading chamber; it still had ammunition in it. The charge was still in fairly good condition to, the safety lock was corroded, but the trigger was fine. Also, if she remembered correctly this thing had a… she pressed a button on the underside of the cannon's barrel and a flash of blue surrounded her. Fantastic! It still had an operational shield!
Because the Cannonette weighed a drekket, it was hezmana to reload and half the time you couldn't aim for frell (it didn't really needed to be aimed anyway. Pointing it somewhere vaguely in the direction of your target and it would get it) the designers needed something to protect the soldier using it. So they came up with a force field that could withstand heavy pulse rifle and laser blast. The shield also cushioned the back-jump when the thing was fired.
Aeryn looked down at the corpse. It obviously didn't save him.
She checked the shield's battery, quite a lot left; it must have recharged itself. Best let it power down now otherwise she'd waste the battery.
Before she did she sniffed, what was that smell? She sniffed again and looked around. She heard a gentle hiss coming from the corner of the room. Gas.
Oh frelling YOTZ!
She ran out, didn't see where she was going and tripped on a piece of debris. Aeryn fell heavily and jolted the Cannonette that was still in her arms. To late, she remembered that the safety lock had corroded away. The cannon fired. The force of the shot jarred her teeth and rattled her whole body.
If a spark could cause an explosion, imagine what a Cannonette blast did. Fire roared from the place where the hiss came before, debris thundered down like a rain of boulders and Aeryn screamed.
As everything went black, the noise roaring in her ears and the heat ripping painfully through her body, she uttered "John…" And some where in the distance she thought she heard him scream her name.
