Title: Home Again To Moya
Author: sassy_lion
Summary: Its been eleven cycles since John and Aeryn had been on Moya... but what kind of trouble will their daughter get into when she gets there?
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Thank you to: prowler junkie (about the SC trip, I'm working on it!!! I promise!!!) krissy, dawn (who I finally heard from since SC2002!!!!! did you want some more J/A J/C fics like at the con?) pinky (is your spelling better yet? :P) and my ever faithful betas Amy (the slap really didn't help that much... :P ) and martian_maren (Ben does look good in a dress, but not purple... maybe blue). Thank you all. Just to let ALL of you know, I'm working my best at the tidbits of Sebacean and other languages. So please don't critize me for it, cause it's very hard to learn any language, and this is an alien one at that. :) :P
HOME AGAIN TO MOYA
sassy_lion
(c) October 2002
I have been here before
But when and how I cannot tell
I know the grass beyond the door
The sweet keen smell, the sighing sound
The lights around the shore
And you have been mine before
How long ago I may not know
Has this been thus before?
And shall not thus time's eddying flight
Still with our lives our love restore
In death despite
and day and night yield one delight...
once more?
~ Dante Gabriel Rossetti
(May 12, 1812 - April 9, 1882)
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Chapter 1: The Waiting and the Packing
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Two days later, everything had been arranged for us to leave, the module was parked under a sheet in the garage, all our bags were packed and forcefully shoved inside the cockpit, not that we could actually take that much, and the keys to the house had been handed over to DK, Sarah (John's sister) and their 12-year-old daughter Molly, so they could "move in and take over" after we were gone. DK knew what had been happening, and I was a little surprised to see him cry when he finally knew we were going back.
John and I sat in bed, spent after having sex, discussing our future aboard Moya. Sure that Jearsa was in bed, we discussed in Sebacean. Even if she was listening in, she would eventually learn the language as John had.
"All right, John. We should get some rest." I yawned as I switched easily back to English. Curling up and nuzzling my head underneath John's, I instantly fell asleep.
Waking up a few arns later to a sound I recognized instantly, Jearsa was walking around softly on the upstairs floor, something she was prone to doing when she couldn't sleep. Glancing quickly at John, who was sprawled out over his side, I grudgingly climbed out of bed and headed up the stairs.
I entered to find she was not pacing, but rather packing up some of the stuff she had not finished with. "Want help?" I asked purposely forgetting English, but repeating the question again in English so she could understand.
"No, I'm fine." She gave me a brief smile.
"If you want to take all your stuff, Moya could probably send Chiana in a transport pod," I replied non-chalantly as I picked up a small notebook. Composition. Opening to a page of basic physics equations. "Your father used to keep one of these on Moya when we lived on board yea-- cycles ago."
"Do you know where it is?" She cocked her head to the side, her face brightening slightly at the thought of reading the material that may have gotten her prepare for space, looking like an uncanny replica of John for a moment.
I nodded, "It's still there, on Moya. Underneath the pillow in our quarters. I made sure he left it, so no one would think he had gone mad, here, on Earth."
"Why didn't you mention any of this to me before?"
"Would you believed us? That you were born aboard a Leviathan -- a living ship -- to two fugitives from the Peacekeepers? That you didn't even arrive on this planet until you were over two cycles old? That you are not even close to being normal because besides human DNA, you have the DNA of two other alien races in you?
"Probably not. Then again maybe I would have." She turned away for a moment, but turned back to find me waiting patiently.
"We only wanted to protect you. Yas'n eke minaso."
She smiled brightly. "I heard you say that once before, when I was about seven. What does it mean?"
"I love you." I smiled again, handing the notebook over. Stuffing it in a separate blue backpack, she packed all her school books. "You know, you will learn more from Moya's memory banks then you ever will in a book."
She shrugged and finished packing the large backpack with her school books, some books she had been in the middle of reading and a few other things including the small bear John had won for her at a fair, the angel that Jack had given her before he died, a thick package of pictures, her CD player and her CDs.
"You should get some sleep. We leave around noon. Good night. Yas'n eke minaso."
"I love you, too." She crawled onto the still made bed and closed her eyes, wanting to fall asleep as quickly as normal.
I closed the door and carefully walked down the stairs to where John was sitting up, waiting for me. "She couldn't sleep again?"
I shook my head as I crawled back into the bed and was quickly divested of my clothes.
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Nixar, sorry this chapter was so short. I'm working on more than this, so please don't complain…
