Neuroscpr and I are writing this fic together. This is just our own idea of what could, but probably won't, happen at the beginning of season 4. Thanks for reading, hope you like it.

Fic: Nothing's Quite The Same

Story by: Neuroscpr and Can

P4 by: Can

Setting: After DWTB, spoilers up until that ep.

Rating: R

Summary: John and the other displaced members of the crew embark on their own missions as Moya heads into unknown territory.

Aeryn felt the ship land, wondering where she was. The rebels hid their tracks very well. More rebels greeted them as they disembarked.

"Is this the one you spoke of?" He watched the woman, paying particular attention to her military stance and cold stare.

Malot nodded. "She hasn't told us much. We still don't know if what we heard about the command carrier is true."

"Let's get to camp. I think we may be able to learn more," the man replied, motioning for all to follow him.

Aeryn took notice of her surroundings and studied the path they were taking to the camp. When they were more comfortable with her she wanted to be able to move about on her own, or perhaps she might need an escape route. Either way her mind was taking in landmarks to follow.

The camp was hidden in the hills, away from the population. Aeryn's eyes widened at the sight of so many rebels. She was aware the movement had grown, but not to this proportion. Aeryn knew that some of them were defectors from the peacekeeper ranks and others just civilians. But they were all fighters.

Feeling eyes on her she turned. What she saw left her speechless. 'No it can't be!'

Jaron approached her with a smile on his face. "Welcome Officer Sun."

"How did you get here? I …never…thought…"

Smiling still, he replied, "The same way you did. Please follow me. We have some things to discuss."

Jaron led the way to the mess realizing Aeryn could probably use some refreshment. As they entered the room the other rebels left, eyeing her suspiciously.

As he handed her the glass she spoke, "What made you leave? I didn't have a choice, but you did."

He studied her closely as she spoke. 'She hasn't changed much at all. She still has the peacekeeper way about her. So stiff and formal.'

"Choice? I didn't have a choice if I wanted to be able to live with myself. I guess they didn't train me very well because I started to question their reasons," Jaron laughed lightly at himself for a microt. His face then took on a grave look. "I was tired of all the destruction."

Aeryn nodded understanding. "I have seen much since leaving the peacekeepers, mainly a better way to live. I could never go back to that way of life."

"Nor could I."

"Jaron," Aeryn said putting the glass down. "I know the others don't trust me yet, but do you?"

"I don't know yet, Officer Sun. First I need to understand why you came here and why you want to join us," Jaron replied curious to hear her reasons. "I knew you had left the peacekeepers and joined up with the criminals."

"All of it true, and I'm no longer an officer!"

"What of the command carrier? What do you know?" He knew how much Malot wanted to know the truth. If he was able to find out what really happened, it could change the way they looked at Aeryn Sun.

His question was met by complete silence. After leaving Moya, Aeryn swore never to speak of that time again. It was too heart wrenching in more ways than one.

"I decided I needed a new life and a new cause. What a better way to stop the enemy but to join the group that is fighting them," Aeryn replied, with coldness in her voice. "I'm not running anymore!"

The coldness in her eyes just reiterated what her words told him. Jaron nodded, "Very well. I will speak with Malot about you."

As he headed to the corridor, he turned, "I think I do trust you after all."



xxxxx



D'Argo realized what a grave mistake he had made coming aboard the Luxan vessel. A true warrior would have understood his need and would have never joined with the enemy. 'Even my race has betrayed itself.' He felt sure his home would not be as he had left it.

D'Argo sighed, still sitting in the chair, staring at the door Kor Tosko had just left by. He was recalling the last words spoken, as the guards came in to escort him back to his room.

"Follow us Ka D'Argo. We will take you back to your quarters."

D'Argo looked at them with suspicion. "That won't be necessary. I can find my own way back."

"It's an order. You will no longer be allowed any freedom on the ship. The ambassador wishes you no harm, but he can't allow you to carry out your plans. Please, Ka D'Argo, come with us peacefully."

D'Argo's immediate reaction was to fight them, but he realized it would be fruitless. He was outnumbered. His best chance for escape would be to study the ship and wait for a more appropriate time. He knew it would come…in time.



xxxxx



"Just listen Malot! I feel we can trust her! I will personally watch her myself!" Jaron exclaimed in a raised voice.

Malot was shaking his head. "We can't take any chances! You know how important this mission is! We cannot fail!"

"That's even more of a reason to bring her along. She is a trained fighter. And we need all the help we can get."

Malot lapsed into silence, sighing. "All right, what did she tell you? Why is she here?"

Jaron was pleased that Malot was at least ready to listen. "She's here to fight the same enemy we are. Officer Sun was with the criminals as we heard, but she's decided she wants a new life. One where she can fight against them."

"What did she say about the carrier? Did she have anything to do with its destruction?"

Jaron was hoping this question wouldn't come up as he thought carefully before answering, "She won't confirm or deny, Malot. When I asked the question, there was only silence."

Malot nodded saying, "Knowing the stories we have heard about that group, I would say she had something to do with it. She just chooses not to speak of it, for whatever reason. I believe it happened."

"I agree, Malot. I don't believe it's propaganda from the Scarrans."

"Very well, Jaron. I will trust your instincts for now. She can accompany us, but you are responsible for her actions. If she so much as looks the wrong way, I expect her to be dealt with swiftly."

"Agreed."

"Then lets gather and go over the plan once more. Call all the men and umm… her."



xxxxx



"Ambassador, I see it did not go as planned with the Luxan," Commandant Grayza said smugly.

Kor Tosko knew she had heard everything. She had insisted on the surveillance cameras so she could observe the meeting from her carrier.

"Perhaps I can…"

"Kor Tosko! You know what our agreement was! We cannot allow him to kill Macton." Grayza had not meant to sound so forceful, as she lowered her voice. "After you find out where the others are, you need to take care of the situation as we discussed."

"Grayza, he is a Luxan! One of our own! I find this whole thing very distasteful!"

"I am sorry and I truly understand Ambassador, but you know we have no other choice if our alliance is to continue. Remember the end result, Tosko."

Kor Tosko dropped his head knowing she was right. "Thank you Commandant. I will proceed as planned."

"Very good Kor Tosko," Grayza replied smiling. "I will end our communication now as I have other things to tend to."

"We will talk later Commandant," Kor Tosko replied, dreading what was to come.

The communication ended. Tosko felt relieved that she was gone. Sometimes he wanted to curse his people for uniting with them, but he knew the Scarran threat could not be taken lightly.

Kor Tosko looked at the guards, "Bring Ka D'Argo to the interrogation room."



xxxxx



The room was filled with the rebel soldiers all listening intently to the plan. They knew how important this mission could be, as it could be a turning point in whether they would be able to gain an advantage in their pursuit of the peacekeepers.

Aeryn liked the plan. It felt good to deal with warrior minds again. "So we'll attack at all these points," Aeryn said, tracing her finger over the makeshift map.

"Correct Officer Sun," Malot replied. "I assume you can see what we intend to do?"

Aeryn looked to Malot with coldness in her eyes. "I am not an Officer anymore! I would appreciate it if everyone would stop calling me that!"

She stopped shouting as she realized all eyes in the room were on her. Aeryn knew she had overreacted; she excused herself and quickly left the room.

Jaron and Malot's eyes connected. Malot nodded as Jaron followed her.

He found her sitting on a rock outside the camp. "Aeryn, there was no offense meant. We are just used to using that name, but I can see it disturbs you."

"It's not your problem. It's just a part of my life I want to forget," Aeryn replied looking off in the distance. "It's time we rejoined the others."

She stood and headed back to the meeting room. Jaron watched her ahead of him. 'There is definitely more to Aeryn Sun than meets the eye.'



xxxxx



John tried to back up as the figure approached. He felt as if he was glued to the floor, the feeling in his shoulder returning. As he moved it felt as if hot daggers were piercing the wound. He winced in pain as the figure came into view.

He stood over John as he announced himself. "I am Commander Gorza, and you are now in my custody. Commandant Grayza has a use for you and that is the only reason you are alive. If not for that you would be dead! You have made a mockery of the peacekeepers. I have no tolerance for that."

John knew he was bleeding all over the floor, but he wouldn't back down as he answered, "Well frell the ship you came in on buddy boy! I would welcome a bullet to my head than to be in peacekeeper hands! You have been nothing but a nightmare for me!"

The Commander stepped back at John's verbal assault. He thought the human would cower at his words, but he realized he was wrong. He had not been fully informed on this species as he saw the human attempt to rise to his feet.

As John cradled his shoulder he managed to stand only halfway. He knew the pain he felt was threatening to devour his consciousness. The black dots were starting to appear as the lightheadedness threatened to overtake him. He wavered on his feet as he faced the commander. "Like I said before, frell you!"

The commander's patience was at an end, as he brought his hand up and knocked John across the room.

Gorza felt victory over the unmoving figure as he ordered his men to take him to the makeshift prison.



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D'Argo was surprised when he was brought back to the room. It unsettled him making him grow even more suspicious of the Ambassador's motives.

Kor Tosko entered taking a seat in front of the Luxan. "Ka D'Argo I hope your stay here has been relaxing so far."

D'Argo stared at the ambassador, wanting to tell him what he truly thought, but he tempered it, "Being confined to my quarters isn't exactly relaxing. It makes me feel as if I'm your prisoner."

Tosko rose to his feet nodding his head. "Just a precaution. But there is something I need from you. I hope you will cooperate in the name of peace. I need you to tell me where your former shipmates are."

"Please explain what their whereabouts have to do with peace. They are no threat to you!"

Tosko studied the Luxan for a microt. Leaning over him he replied, "You may not think so, but we feel the human could be dangerous. D'Argo, he blew up a command carrier. He killed many innocent people. Don't you see how dangerous he is?"

'Mind frelling games.' D'Argo knew what the ambassador was trying to do, but he wouldn't give into it. John was his most trusted friend. He would never betray him even if he knew. "You forget. I helped," D'Argo replied, staring him squarely in the eyes.

Tosko shook his head. "No. You just went along with him. You know that!"

"I would do it again!"

"Enough! This is getting us no where." Kor Tosko sighed, knowing now the commandant was right. "Gua…"

Before the he could finish the word D'Argo was upon him. He knocked him out in one swift movement. He knew the attack would be unexpected giving him the advantage.

D'Argo moved quickly towards the other exit, not really sure where it would take him. While he was waiting for the ambassador he had studied his options. This was the only other exit he could find. To his surprise it led to a backroom. It was evidently put there for emergencies to save the leaders.

He quietly made his way to the weapons room intent on retrieving his qualta blade. To his disappointment it wasn't there. "Frell!" D'Argo knew he would have to leave without it, picking up a more modern weapon as he headed towards the bay and his ship.



xxxxx



The room reeked of the smell of death and decay. It assaulted John's senses as he tried to surface from the blackness. Slowly opening his eyes he tried to take in his surroundings. He knew he was in peacekeeper hands again as he tried to sit upright. The stabbing pain leveled him.

He looked down at his shoulder seeing the bandages. 'Not as good as they usually do, but I guess it'll do for now.'

The footsteps echoed down the corridor, getting closer with each footfall. 'Can't I have a little peace, just for a microt?' John sighed leaning against the wall.

The door opened as an entourage of peacekeepers entered the room. John ignored them, closing his eyes.

"Get up Crichton!" The commander ordered, his foot connecting with John's back.

John gasped as he felt his shoulder wrench from the contact as it knocked him to the ground. Slowly righting himself, he looked at the commander, contempt in his eyes. John looked down and spat on his boots.

The surprised look on Gorza's face sent John into a fit of laughter. "You guys never cease to amaze me. You think you are so frelling superior! You're nothing but a bunch of sorry assed freaks!"

All he could feel was rage now, as Gorza motioned his guards to bring the human to his feet. As John felt the hands grab at him, he fought against them. The guards overpowered him, yanking him to his feet, bringing intense pain to his shoulder. John gasped as he was held before the commander.

"Much bravado from someone who is nothing but weak!" Gorza hissed, leaning into John. "Bring this…species…to the chamber."



xxxxx



The weapons and rebels were loaded on several ships. The smaller ships would provide coverage if they encountered any hostiles. Their destination was only known by a few. It was better this way so there was no chance of betrayal if they were infiltrated.

Aeryn felt uneasy not knowing all the particulars. She wasn't used to going into battle without all the facts, but she knew she would be the last one to be told. This was her chance to prove herself to them so she abided by their wishes and stopped asking questions.

Jaron explained to her that she was to stay with him at all times. This was the only way Malot would allow her to accompany them. Aeryn promised to adhere to their wishes.

The leader of the mission announced they would be landing shortly. "We will land away from any known peacekeeper camps, at least last known camps. We need to be alert and ready as soon as we land. We know they move their camps on a regular basis to avoid detection."

Aeryn braced herself as she felt the craft hit hard on the planet's surface. 'Frell! We're supposed to take out peacekeepers, but they can't even land a ship on the surface!'

"Now! Everyone out! Form your patrols. We need to move quickly!"

All the rebels scurried out of the ship following the directive. Jaron made sure Aeryn was by his side as they exited the ship.

"Stay with me and I mean it," he said with a hint of warning in his voice. Aeryn heeded his words and nodded.

Standing in the open field, she adjusted her eyes to the light. Staring off beyond the ship she saw a movement. She closely watched, trying to identify the source as she saw a flash of movement again. Aeryn was convinced they were not alone, as she approached Jaron.

He saw the troubled look on her face as she approached. "What is it Aeryn?"

"We aren't alone. I saw a movement over there and I can feel it!"

No sooner had she spoken the words, than she heard the shout.

"Peacekeepers!"