Delwyn sat in the dark corner of the hanger, there were a few windows and she watched the vastness of space wiping her tender and swollen eyes with the back of her hand.

"Delwyn?" Annelie whispered, Delwyn drew her legs into the darkness but not before Annelie caught a flash of flesh. "Del I know you're in there." Delwyn made no effort to move, "I can hear you breathing." Delwyn clamped a hand over her lips holding her fingers over her chapped lips. "What's your problem Del?" Annelie asked, "did you have another vision." Delwyn didn't reply but instead kept her lips sealed. "I know you better than that, I did share a womb with you for nine months."

"Like that has-" Delwyn started she closed her lips cutting of the sentence but not before Annelie peeked her head around a wall and saw her sitting there.

Annelie smiled, "ahh, the comforts of a freezing cold hanger," she quipped sarcastically.

"I like it," Delwyn retorted.

"Only you would," Annelie replied smiling at her sister, "you always were so strange," she stepped into the darkness and took a seat beside her sister. "What was in the vision?" She asked softly, careful to tread lightly.

Delwyn shrugged, "nothing big, just a little darkness death and destruction, good quality family entertainment."

"Not funny," Annelie said grabbing Delwyn's hand, "wow geez you're hands are freezing!" Annelie stood up, "come on I promised I'd find you and get back to the sick bay."

Delwyn rolled her eyes and pushed herself to her feet. "It's so weird." She muttered.

"What?" Annelie asked.

"Freedom," Delwyn replied simply jumping off the small platform she had been hiding on.

"I wish Mom and Dad were here to see it," Annelie mused.

Delwyn set her jaw and let Annelie drag her down the hall.

"Me too."

Delwyn wondered down the halls of Moya, running her hands along the walls she brushed her hair behind her ears. She was almost tempted to retreat back to the hanger when she suddenly had an idea.

"Pilot?" She asked tentatively.

"Yes Delwyn?" Pilot asked distractedly.

"Do you know where John is?"

Pilot looked up, "are you in trouble?" Delwyn shook her head.

"No. Just bored." Delwyn smirked, "no offense."

"None taken but I do think he's in Moya's internal system in a hanger on the lower level of this ship." Pilot replied.

Delwyn smiled, "okay." Pilot's image disappeared and Delwyn followed a series of hallways and doors until she came to a door, she pressed the keypad and it swooshed open.

Moya's internal system was dark and smoky Delwyn stepped inside and door whizzed shut behind her. She looked left and right and heard a clanging coming from the south end of the hanger. Delwyn wasn't sure if Crichton wanted any company but she was sure if he didn't he would tell her. Just like D'Argo always had no trouble of doing.

It had been almost a week and a half since Delwyn's arrival on Moya and all ready hers, and Annelie's roots were put to good use. They had devoured them all in one meal.

Delwyn scratched at the bandage on her arm and saw Crichton who had his head stuck up in multicoloured wires. She marched over to where he was standing.

"Arge!" Delwyn sighed flopping onto her back.

"Hey," Crichton said absently as he snipped a wire, a shower of sparks rained down around Delwyn.

Delwyn watched in mild interest but fifteen minutes later she flopped onto her back. "Arge," she grumbled. It had all been interesting for about five fleeting seconds, but now Delwyn was suddenly wishing she was back on Elwon working in the plantation fields. She then at least would be doing something. Doing anything, besides dying of boredom.

"What? You okay?" Crichton paused and looked down at Delwyn.

"I think I might go insane," Delwyn admitted gravely, she sat up, "I need something to do with my hands." She shrugged, "working nearly thirty-six hours a day in a plantation field can do that to a person." Suddenly she got an idea. "Here turn around."

"Excuse me?" Crichton asked, mildly frightened.

"Just do it," Delwyn commanded pointing, she planted her hands on Crichton's shoulders, "now just relax," Delwyn said in her best claming voice, all though John thought it to be mildly foreboding.

"You know I got a lot of work—"

"I said turn yourself around," Delwyn said twirling her finger in the air. As Crichton felt her dig her sharp fingernails into his shoulders he tensed up. "Geez you're tense, you gotta loosen up." He flinched and tried to move out of her clutches.

"Look I really appreciate it but—Ouch!" Crichton yelled.

"Oh suck it up," Delwyn said gritting her teeth.

"I heard a pop!" Crichton exclaimed.

"You did not," Delwyn shot back.

"Yes I did, ouch!" Crichton cried out helplessly.

Earlier that morning after the girls had woken up Zhaan had disbanded them around the ship to complete certain chores to keep the girls busy. Annelie was sent with Aeryn to do some mild tune ups around Moya's main floors.

Annelie and Aeryn walked into Moya's internal system; Annelie heard Crichton cry out and she smirked.

"Ouch," she replied, referring to her twins massage, "those things are brutal, worse than Peacekeeper torture."

Aeryn looked at the pained look on Crichton's face, "funny, I don't actually doubt that."

Annelie shrugged her shoulders, fending off any fleeting memories of her sisters massages.

Aeryn tugged at a small compartment on the side of Moya, it didn't open the second time she yanked on it so she flicked out her foot and kicked the door open.

Annelie flew back her hands shielding her face.

"It's all right," Aeryn said, "the door was just stuck."

Annelie took a deep breath, "I wish I could do that."

"What? Kick open doors?"

"No...Kicking...I've seen you practicing." Annelie replied shyly, "I wasn't spying or anything, I swear I just—"

"You want me to teach you how to fight?" Aeryn asked, no one on Moya rarely ever asked her do anything besides fix something or save someone else's but;, nothing personal, except Zhaan from time to time when Aeryn politely declined.

"Please," Annelie said hopefully.

Aeryn shrugged, "I guess, but it's harder than it looks."

Delwyn sat behind Crichton watching him intently fiddle with the wrench looking tool, "hey," she said, she cocked her head to one side. He looked back.

"You're not thinking of another massage are you?" He asked only half kidding, he could fell bruises forming on his shoulders all ready.

Delwyn had finally cut it out ten seconds before Crichton was comatose on the floor.

Delwyn shook her head, "Nope." She looked at the wrench and Crichton followed her gaze. She reached out and grabbed the tool.

"Wait a second with that, Moya is very touchy—"

Delwyn ignored Crichton as she jammed the wrench into the mass of wires, Crichton had been taking his time on the surface, when the real problem was deep inside where the wires were twisted and curled into a knot. Delwyn had a feeling and with her minds eye she rarely dismissed her intuition.

She twisted the wrench and heard a satisfying crunch as a fuzzy image of Pilot flashed across a hologram screen.

"Whatever you did Crichton, it did the trick," he said his image disappearing.

Delwyn shrugged at Crichton's shocked look. "I'm a fast learner." She said batting her eye lashes.

Crichton shrugged, "why not, but it's harder than it looks."