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 2: The Return to a Familiar Place

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"Don't you think this is slightly cramped, John?" I muttered in Sebacean, knowing that John could understand. Shifting in the seat I felt as my bag dug into the side of my hip. I looked around the larger cockpit John had made by taking out some of the old wiring behind the control panels, simplifying it and making a place for all the bags, except for the three that would not fit, which were cramped around me. John was sitting in the front, Jearsa in his lap, flipping switches and starting up the engine.

"I took out as much as I could. There would be more room if I took out the Moya modifications, but then she wouldn't fly. What do you want me to do?"

"Comm Pilot and tell him to send Chiana with a transport pod," I deadpanned, pushing against the backpack my daughter had packed last night.

"I wish," he muttered as he wrapped his hands around Jearsa's wrists and let her take the controls. "Then we could have packed up the entire house. Left DK and Sarah with nothing but dusty floors. That would be a sight I would love to see them react to." He laughed and flipped the last switch, the module shaking slightly as we pulled out of the garage, the module's wings unfolding, and quickly pulled up into the atmosphere.

We entered space twenty minutes later, and sensors inside the module flashed, announcing the now apparent gravitational fluctuations that had been patient for nearly five full days. "Yeah, yeah, I know, I know," my husband muttered flipping even more switches, turning off the sounds.

I remembered the ride from the first time, bumpy, twisting, turning, I don't ever remember it being so nauseating.

Outside of the wormhole, we land in an asteroid field, which is not surprising since this was where John exited the first time he had gone through. Directly above us was the most gorgeous sight I never thought I would see again. Moya.

"Pilot, Moya has never looked more beautiful."

"She thanks you, Commander Crichton. Moya would also like me to convey that she is eager to have you, Officer Sun and your daughter back aboard after so long. A great many things have changed since we said farewell."

"Pull out the docking web, we'll be there in 100 microts. Farscape out."

I looked briefly at Jearsa and all I could see was her mouth opened in shock as her hands still controlled the ship smoothly.

"Let's go home," I whispered into John's ear in Sebecean and kissed his neck seductively as he nodded. Turning towards Jearsa, he slipped his hands back to her wrists and guided her gently back to the ship she had been born on.

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The module landed silently on the familiar, but missed, gold-toned floor of Moya's maintenance bay. With perfect timing. the canopy opened and found six DRD's already waiting around the edges.

John grabbed One Eye, still with that piece of blue tape around its eyestalk, and pressed the awaiting point into Jearsa's wrist. She cried out in surprise, but quieted as I heard John say, "You'll never need to learn another language again. I promise. Wanna see how good these puppies work?"

She nodded anxiously and I called out, "Pilot?"

"We all would like to wish you back to Moya, especially you, Jearsa."

"He knows my name?" Incredulous. She climbed out of the cockpit, the two of us in tow. Jearsa looked around, more wonder on her face then I have ever seen in my life.

"You were born on this ship, pumpkin. Pilot knows us all. Isn't that right, Pilot?"

"Of course. I would like to announce that the only person awake at the moment is Joolushko, who is in Command. The others do not yet know that you are back."

"We'll surprise them in the morning, especially Rygel. Don't let them know we're back. We'll do that ourselves." The smallest smile crept on to John's face as he and I stared at our daughter's wonderful expressive face. I gave into a laugh as we grabbed our bags and headed to our quarters.

"As you wish."

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Nixar, here is another chapter… I think it is going to end up all the chapters are going to be short for a while…