A/N: Well, here is part 3. Sorry it took so long, I've got finals and I've
had to study amongst other things. Anyhow, please write feedback for me so
I know if I'm staying in character and such. I really want to get them all
down right. Thanks to those of you who have left feedback and e-mailed me.
It's the greatest compliment I ever get ( Oh, just a few quick questions:
Mmtee- What does h/c mean? (Sorry, a bit new to ff.net)
Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this bit, and let me know what you think!
John felt like dren. He had never had such a blazing row with Aeryn before in his life, and the fight had been so stupid and trivial. Obviously, she didn't care about him anymore. At least that's what he kept telling himself. But somehow, he didn't believe it. After all, he was the same man she'd known a few cycles ago. But Aeryn was having just as hard a time as he was, probably even worse, after what she had been through. Rygel had told Crichton all about it, since he knew Crais wouldn't breathe a word, and Aeryn, well…enough said.
I remember how I felt when I lost my mother John thought. But I didn't have to let her drop from an over-seventy-story-building. And to learn that her own mother had killed her father…man, I wouldn't let anyone come near me for a whole year…
John sighed, realizing what he had just thought.
"Ah, hello, John!" Harvey said, popping from nowhere out of the shadows.
"Shut-up and go away. I'm thinking" John snapped.
"Touchy, touchy!" Harvey said, his smile fading a bit. "Honestly, John, I thought you'd be happy being alone with Aeryn on this planet."
"If you haven't noticed," John said through gritted teeth, "I just had the fight of the century with Aeryn."
"Well, I thought it was quite stupid" Harvey said, sitting down next to John on a black couch made of leather. "Honestly! You simply were cleaning her extremely large gun for her, and she suddenly just snapped. She looks so subdued nowadays, you'd never see it coming."
"Because of me" John said softly to himself, lowering his head in dismay.
"John, stop telling yourself that. It's not your fault! If it hadn't been him…er…the other you dying, it would've been you you."
"It's just not fair" John said sadly, but starting to get angry with everything around him. "Every single time we start to get close, and everything seems like it's gonna be perfect, everything blows up in my face. I fed up with it. The only way everything would be perfect for us-"
"Would be to get rid of everything strange in the universe, mainly the Uncharted Territories" Harvey finished. "Well, John, that's unfortunately impossible."
"I know. That's why I am so…"
John cursed under his breath, picked up an empty bottle of fellip nectar he'd been drinking, and threw it across the room, breaking and shattering with a loud crash in the corner.
"Don't blame it on yourself" Harvey said, shaking his head.
"Maybe I should go after her. I mean, she looks like a peacekeeper, and I heard from some people in the shops that they aren't liked much around here. Sometimes they get shot or poisoned. Actually, I'm going after her now. That's the last thing I want-Aeryn dead again."
Harvey shook his head, and John walked out the room.
***********
Frelling human. He just doesn't get it into that tiny little brain of his.
Aeryn took a swig from her glass of Raslack. She was in a particularly nice bar, although there were strippers just about at every turn. It reminded Aeryn of the Royal Planet…even those compatibility testers were there. Hopefully Crichton wouldn't get himself into trouble again. Aeryn took another angry swig from it.
As a matter-of-fact, this was exactly how she felt on the Royal Planet, too. Frelling ticked off at Crichton. Why did he always have to be so…deficient? Loud, obnoxious, stupid, handsome…
"Frell" Aeryn muttered to herself. How dare she let herself think that?
She looked down and realized that she had finished her drink in less then 3 microts. At least the drinks were free.
"Another?" a delvian behind the counter asked.
"Yes, thank you" Aeryn said in an unusually kind way, taking the new glass from him. Suddenly Aeryn realized there were some young boys approaching her, somewhere in their teens. They looked like they were up to something. They all circled around her.
"Hello, peacekeeper" one boy said icily.
Aeryn rolled her eyes and turned towards them, leaving her drink.
"Oh, a peacekeeper, am I?"
"Yeah" said another casually, coming a little closer. "And you know what? We don't like peacekeepers."
"We despise them."
"Cause too much trouble around here."
Aeryn narrowed her eyes.
"Leave me alone, and I'll leave you alone. I'm too busy to deal with the likes of you children right now."
The leader (she presumed), who had spoken to her first, then said, "Alright, whatever you say" as he rolled his eyes at her.
Aeryn groaned, turned back to her drink, and took a swig.
Scratch that. Frell the entire universe. They are all fools. One day, they'll all be chained up somewhere on a leviathan with peacekeepers. They'll stop attacking me, alright…
Aeryn was thinking quite vivid thoughts now, and then she started to feel sick.
I don't feel very good. Need to find John, tell him I'm sorry for getting so mad, even if I don't want to…
Aeryn was shaking and couldn't see clearly. She stood up for a moment, took a few steps, and fell to the floor with a sickening thud. She heard footsteps coming towards her, rushing.
"Aeryn? Aeryn!"
It was John, but his voice was very distant, fading further and further away. Soon, everything turned black, and Aeryn couldn't hear anything at all.
*************
John picked up Aeryn. She was ice cold, and she had just passed out.
"What happened?" John asked the delvian.
"Are you a peacekeeper, too?" the delvian man asked.
"No, nor is she. She's an ex."
John looked down at her. She looked so helpless and sad.
"Some teens came up here and tried to scare her, but she just put them down. I had my back turned, but I could've sworn from the corner of my eye I saw one drop something into her drink."
John looked up, outraged.
"You didn't tell her?"
"Thought she was a peacekeeper" he muttered, shaking his head sadly.
"Do you think it might be poison?"
"Don't know. Let me have a look at that glass of hers."
John picked up the glass and handed it to him. He inspected it carefully.
"Fertoise" he said, putting the glass down. "Quite dangerous, if not taken care of properly. Take this liquid and make her drink it when she wakes up. Come back to me tommorow and let me know how she is progressing, but come to the apothecary in the back."
John nodded and picked her up.
Aeryn, please be okay…and not too ticked either when you wake up. Last thing we need right now…
Mmtee- What does h/c mean? (Sorry, a bit new to ff.net)
Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this bit, and let me know what you think!
John felt like dren. He had never had such a blazing row with Aeryn before in his life, and the fight had been so stupid and trivial. Obviously, she didn't care about him anymore. At least that's what he kept telling himself. But somehow, he didn't believe it. After all, he was the same man she'd known a few cycles ago. But Aeryn was having just as hard a time as he was, probably even worse, after what she had been through. Rygel had told Crichton all about it, since he knew Crais wouldn't breathe a word, and Aeryn, well…enough said.
I remember how I felt when I lost my mother John thought. But I didn't have to let her drop from an over-seventy-story-building. And to learn that her own mother had killed her father…man, I wouldn't let anyone come near me for a whole year…
John sighed, realizing what he had just thought.
"Ah, hello, John!" Harvey said, popping from nowhere out of the shadows.
"Shut-up and go away. I'm thinking" John snapped.
"Touchy, touchy!" Harvey said, his smile fading a bit. "Honestly, John, I thought you'd be happy being alone with Aeryn on this planet."
"If you haven't noticed," John said through gritted teeth, "I just had the fight of the century with Aeryn."
"Well, I thought it was quite stupid" Harvey said, sitting down next to John on a black couch made of leather. "Honestly! You simply were cleaning her extremely large gun for her, and she suddenly just snapped. She looks so subdued nowadays, you'd never see it coming."
"Because of me" John said softly to himself, lowering his head in dismay.
"John, stop telling yourself that. It's not your fault! If it hadn't been him…er…the other you dying, it would've been you you."
"It's just not fair" John said sadly, but starting to get angry with everything around him. "Every single time we start to get close, and everything seems like it's gonna be perfect, everything blows up in my face. I fed up with it. The only way everything would be perfect for us-"
"Would be to get rid of everything strange in the universe, mainly the Uncharted Territories" Harvey finished. "Well, John, that's unfortunately impossible."
"I know. That's why I am so…"
John cursed under his breath, picked up an empty bottle of fellip nectar he'd been drinking, and threw it across the room, breaking and shattering with a loud crash in the corner.
"Don't blame it on yourself" Harvey said, shaking his head.
"Maybe I should go after her. I mean, she looks like a peacekeeper, and I heard from some people in the shops that they aren't liked much around here. Sometimes they get shot or poisoned. Actually, I'm going after her now. That's the last thing I want-Aeryn dead again."
Harvey shook his head, and John walked out the room.
***********
Frelling human. He just doesn't get it into that tiny little brain of his.
Aeryn took a swig from her glass of Raslack. She was in a particularly nice bar, although there were strippers just about at every turn. It reminded Aeryn of the Royal Planet…even those compatibility testers were there. Hopefully Crichton wouldn't get himself into trouble again. Aeryn took another angry swig from it.
As a matter-of-fact, this was exactly how she felt on the Royal Planet, too. Frelling ticked off at Crichton. Why did he always have to be so…deficient? Loud, obnoxious, stupid, handsome…
"Frell" Aeryn muttered to herself. How dare she let herself think that?
She looked down and realized that she had finished her drink in less then 3 microts. At least the drinks were free.
"Another?" a delvian behind the counter asked.
"Yes, thank you" Aeryn said in an unusually kind way, taking the new glass from him. Suddenly Aeryn realized there were some young boys approaching her, somewhere in their teens. They looked like they were up to something. They all circled around her.
"Hello, peacekeeper" one boy said icily.
Aeryn rolled her eyes and turned towards them, leaving her drink.
"Oh, a peacekeeper, am I?"
"Yeah" said another casually, coming a little closer. "And you know what? We don't like peacekeepers."
"We despise them."
"Cause too much trouble around here."
Aeryn narrowed her eyes.
"Leave me alone, and I'll leave you alone. I'm too busy to deal with the likes of you children right now."
The leader (she presumed), who had spoken to her first, then said, "Alright, whatever you say" as he rolled his eyes at her.
Aeryn groaned, turned back to her drink, and took a swig.
Scratch that. Frell the entire universe. They are all fools. One day, they'll all be chained up somewhere on a leviathan with peacekeepers. They'll stop attacking me, alright…
Aeryn was thinking quite vivid thoughts now, and then she started to feel sick.
I don't feel very good. Need to find John, tell him I'm sorry for getting so mad, even if I don't want to…
Aeryn was shaking and couldn't see clearly. She stood up for a moment, took a few steps, and fell to the floor with a sickening thud. She heard footsteps coming towards her, rushing.
"Aeryn? Aeryn!"
It was John, but his voice was very distant, fading further and further away. Soon, everything turned black, and Aeryn couldn't hear anything at all.
*************
John picked up Aeryn. She was ice cold, and she had just passed out.
"What happened?" John asked the delvian.
"Are you a peacekeeper, too?" the delvian man asked.
"No, nor is she. She's an ex."
John looked down at her. She looked so helpless and sad.
"Some teens came up here and tried to scare her, but she just put them down. I had my back turned, but I could've sworn from the corner of my eye I saw one drop something into her drink."
John looked up, outraged.
"You didn't tell her?"
"Thought she was a peacekeeper" he muttered, shaking his head sadly.
"Do you think it might be poison?"
"Don't know. Let me have a look at that glass of hers."
John picked up the glass and handed it to him. He inspected it carefully.
"Fertoise" he said, putting the glass down. "Quite dangerous, if not taken care of properly. Take this liquid and make her drink it when she wakes up. Come back to me tommorow and let me know how she is progressing, but come to the apothecary in the back."
John nodded and picked her up.
Aeryn, please be okay…and not too ticked either when you wake up. Last thing we need right now…