Authors Note: I'm sorry if the peacekeepers in my story seem to be
portrayed as incompetent soldiers. I know they're not but I think it's fun
to show what could happen if they weren't good at what they do. I also
apologise for the fact that all my characters seem to make it through my
stories in one piece. I don't have the heart to kill them off myself; I'll
let the real scriptwriters do that.
Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me, (that's excluding Baylak, Lukras, Tramayla and Jankaya) they belong to whatever genius thought of Farscape and the writers and actors that bring them to life.
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Back on board the PK leviathan, the crew were sitting listlessly, each lost in thought. D'Argo slowly came back to the real world as he noticed a pale yellow smoke silently seeping from the vents. The others noticed it as it slowly filled the room. One by one they succumbed to its effects-sleep. Without much of a fight, Sleep brought down all the necessity built barriers they'd each built up. Aeryn's head nestled snugly on John's shoulder as her eyes closed. Gradually, even D'Argo felt his eyes drooping as he gave in to the smokes spell. The last thing he remembered was a nervous looking med. tech giving him an injection after an authoritative voice said, "This one's not quite out yet." Then his eyes fluttered shut.
Aeryn stood, then groaned with pain as her body protested loudly at any movement. She slowly sat up and sighed in relief as she realised that she was no longer attached to John. Once she had persuaded her eyes to open, she looked around to ascertain her surroundings and winced perceptively as her eyes over the other person who'd joined her in the cell. John was on the floor, a gash on his arm showing where he'd been manhandled through the door. She began to take more interest in her surroundings and smirked grimly as she recognised the interior of a holding cell on a peacekeeper command carrier, one of the most secure ships in the uncharted territories. Her attention snapped back to John as he opened his eyes, only to shut them again quickly. He tried again and squinted as his eyes focussed and fixed on Aeryn. She felt the familiar tingle run up her spine as she quickly looked away.
The fuzz slowly cleared from in front of his eyes and he winced as another sharp pain ran through his head. It felt like an army had launched a full- scale attack inside his skull. As the small room came into focus, he noticed Aeryn watching him. She looked in pain and when she noticed that he'd seen her staring, she looked away, embarrassed, even as Goosebumps erupted up her arms signifying her obvious attraction for him. He arched an eyebrow and watched as she tried to hide her body's reaction to him by standing up and beginning to go over the room for any possible way of escape. They both knew it was hopeless. The peacekeepers didn't make cells for prisoners to escape from. However they weren't going to stop trying.
They both looked towards the door as boots were heard coming along the corridor. The door groaned open and a nervous med tech entered followed by to soldiers. The med tech noticed the gash on John's arm and immediately began to treat it, only to receive a hard cuff round the head form the stockier soldier. "Just treat what you were ordered to treat Traymayla. This dren just needs to be awake and alert, and in no pain so Scorpius can inflict and control the pain to his requirements." The med tech, with a blank face replied "Yes commander Baylak." And produced a tube of green powder from a small kit he was carrying. He gave John a handful of powder and instructed him to swallow it in one go. John did as he was told, shaking his head in displeasure as the powder left a nasty after-taste.
The peacekeepers left the cell and Aeryn emerged from the corner she'd been sitting in. She walked behind John and jumped as he grabbed her wrist. John felt her tense up completely and try to pull away. Normally she would have succeeded but John held on with dogged determination. "Aeryn," John's voice was firm but gentle. She stopped pulling away and decided to ignore the pleading note in his voice. He pulled her around so her hand was in front of him. She relaxed slightly and her fingers slowly uncurled from the fist they'd made when John grabbed her. Once her hand was flat, John opened his fist and transferred a pile of green powder to her palm.
Aeryn looked at John, surprised. Then she shook her head and tried to give it back to him. He moved away and closed her fingers around the powder. "You're in pain, these are pain killers. I'm gonna be in a whole load more pain when Scorpius gets hold of me. It's better that one of us is free of pain completely and able to think." Aeryn looked up at him and thanked him with her eyes. This meant more to him than a verbal thank you but she added this too. She backed up to the wall of the cell and said, almost inaudibly, "You gave me so much when you exploded into my life. Thanks to you I know what it's like to care and be cared for." John looked at her leaning on the wall. She looked defenceless. It both scared and enthralled him. He'd hardly ever seen Aeryn with all her defences down. Especially not when they were being held captive. A roar from the next cell broke through the bubble that had formed around them at Aeryn's words. John's head whipped around at the sound of a very pissed off Luxon. By the time he looked back at Aeryn. The defences were back up, full strength.
Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me, (that's excluding Baylak, Lukras, Tramayla and Jankaya) they belong to whatever genius thought of Farscape and the writers and actors that bring them to life.
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Back on board the PK leviathan, the crew were sitting listlessly, each lost in thought. D'Argo slowly came back to the real world as he noticed a pale yellow smoke silently seeping from the vents. The others noticed it as it slowly filled the room. One by one they succumbed to its effects-sleep. Without much of a fight, Sleep brought down all the necessity built barriers they'd each built up. Aeryn's head nestled snugly on John's shoulder as her eyes closed. Gradually, even D'Argo felt his eyes drooping as he gave in to the smokes spell. The last thing he remembered was a nervous looking med. tech giving him an injection after an authoritative voice said, "This one's not quite out yet." Then his eyes fluttered shut.
Aeryn stood, then groaned with pain as her body protested loudly at any movement. She slowly sat up and sighed in relief as she realised that she was no longer attached to John. Once she had persuaded her eyes to open, she looked around to ascertain her surroundings and winced perceptively as her eyes over the other person who'd joined her in the cell. John was on the floor, a gash on his arm showing where he'd been manhandled through the door. She began to take more interest in her surroundings and smirked grimly as she recognised the interior of a holding cell on a peacekeeper command carrier, one of the most secure ships in the uncharted territories. Her attention snapped back to John as he opened his eyes, only to shut them again quickly. He tried again and squinted as his eyes focussed and fixed on Aeryn. She felt the familiar tingle run up her spine as she quickly looked away.
The fuzz slowly cleared from in front of his eyes and he winced as another sharp pain ran through his head. It felt like an army had launched a full- scale attack inside his skull. As the small room came into focus, he noticed Aeryn watching him. She looked in pain and when she noticed that he'd seen her staring, she looked away, embarrassed, even as Goosebumps erupted up her arms signifying her obvious attraction for him. He arched an eyebrow and watched as she tried to hide her body's reaction to him by standing up and beginning to go over the room for any possible way of escape. They both knew it was hopeless. The peacekeepers didn't make cells for prisoners to escape from. However they weren't going to stop trying.
They both looked towards the door as boots were heard coming along the corridor. The door groaned open and a nervous med tech entered followed by to soldiers. The med tech noticed the gash on John's arm and immediately began to treat it, only to receive a hard cuff round the head form the stockier soldier. "Just treat what you were ordered to treat Traymayla. This dren just needs to be awake and alert, and in no pain so Scorpius can inflict and control the pain to his requirements." The med tech, with a blank face replied "Yes commander Baylak." And produced a tube of green powder from a small kit he was carrying. He gave John a handful of powder and instructed him to swallow it in one go. John did as he was told, shaking his head in displeasure as the powder left a nasty after-taste.
The peacekeepers left the cell and Aeryn emerged from the corner she'd been sitting in. She walked behind John and jumped as he grabbed her wrist. John felt her tense up completely and try to pull away. Normally she would have succeeded but John held on with dogged determination. "Aeryn," John's voice was firm but gentle. She stopped pulling away and decided to ignore the pleading note in his voice. He pulled her around so her hand was in front of him. She relaxed slightly and her fingers slowly uncurled from the fist they'd made when John grabbed her. Once her hand was flat, John opened his fist and transferred a pile of green powder to her palm.
Aeryn looked at John, surprised. Then she shook her head and tried to give it back to him. He moved away and closed her fingers around the powder. "You're in pain, these are pain killers. I'm gonna be in a whole load more pain when Scorpius gets hold of me. It's better that one of us is free of pain completely and able to think." Aeryn looked up at him and thanked him with her eyes. This meant more to him than a verbal thank you but she added this too. She backed up to the wall of the cell and said, almost inaudibly, "You gave me so much when you exploded into my life. Thanks to you I know what it's like to care and be cared for." John looked at her leaning on the wall. She looked defenceless. It both scared and enthralled him. He'd hardly ever seen Aeryn with all her defences down. Especially not when they were being held captive. A roar from the next cell broke through the bubble that had formed around them at Aeryn's words. John's head whipped around at the sound of a very pissed off Luxon. By the time he looked back at Aeryn. The defences were back up, full strength.