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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to all that reviewed, and wanted me to finish this. This will actually be my last Farscape Fan Fiction so I hope you guys have loved it as much as I loved writing it. There will be quite a lot of angry shippers after this but oh well, enjoy and thank you once again. :)
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Secrets of the Wild
Part 3:The prey
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I wake up in the med tech area. My head feels like it is on fire, my body feels like it has been through a training course over and over again. I open my eyes and quickly close them again. The light makes my head hurt even more. I try again, this time slowly, adjusting to the light.
The med tech moves beside me and sticks a needle in my arm. I try to call out but my mouth is dry, I try to yank my arm away but I find myself chained onto the bed, still the prisoner. Was it all a dream because John - no - *Crichton* is nowhere to be seen. Is it false hope? I hope not.
~*~
The five Peacekeepers are on probation. That's all I can do. I have to be careful. If it leaks to High Command they will look into me. I have things they don't want to know about. Tracks I have been covering for cycles. Careful, hiding, my life.
Sikozu walks into the room.
"John?"
"Yeah?" I look up at her.
She locks the door behind her and sits on my desk. "Careful."
It is so soft that I can hardly hear it. "I know. If they find out ." I let the sentence hang. "I know."
She nods her head. "She's awake."
I see the hope and the scared look in her eyes.
"I'll see her when I take care of one more thing."
She looks at me with cautious eyes.
"I'll be careful, I promise."
I get up and grab my coat. I reach the door and look back.
"Are you coming?" I ask her. She still sits on the desk.
"Always." I grin. True, so true.
~*~
I wake up the second time. The headache is gone but I feel like dren. I move my arm and hear the clinker of metal. Still locked up. I look around and see that there is no in the room besides me. All alone. or so I thought.
He stands by the door, leaning heavily on the doorframe. He doesn't look at me but stares off into the far wall. Thinking. Always the thinker. Should I call out to him? Was the care in his eyes when he pulled me out of the chair a cover-up? Was it all a mistake? Why do I care so much?
The woman in red appears at the door. John turns around and walks out, her by his side. I hear mumblings of their conversation. I can only make out the last sentence.
"Be careful John." She called him John.
"I know, I will."
He reappears from round the corner and looks straight at me. He doesn't waver his gaze; his eyes filled with unreadable emotions or was there nothing in them anymore? He stops and leans by the door again.
"How are you feeling?" It is plain and simple.
"I feel fine."
Which is the complete opposite but you never show your weakness to an enemy. An enemy, is he really an enemy now?
He lets out a long sigh. A sigh of distress.
"What are you doing here?"
"To find, to kill, to destroy."
"Destroy what?!" I can hear the frustration in his voice. The only clear emotion I have seen out of him.
"A weapon of destruction," I quote.
"Wormholes," he says quietly.
He knew? He knew all along that I had come to destroy wormholes? I had misjudged him once again. Always smarter than I give him credit for.
"You were sent to kill me." The sentence stuns me.
"No," I shake my head. "I had no idea you were here. I was to destroy what data they had managed to find. I was to pretend to be a Peacekeeper again but the detection systems have advanced quite well, too well."
"We aim to please," he says.
I find it strange that he still stands by the door when there is a chair right beside the bed. Maybe that was why, because it was beside me.
"How long were you in the Aurora Chair for?"
I close my eyes and swallow the lump that has formed in my throat.
"At least a quarter of an arn, not more than half an arn."
He nods in relief. The memory still haunts him. He looks down at his hands.
"I burnt the place down. The last thing I have erased from my life." He laughs lightly. "I should have done it three cycles ago, the day they set it up but I made excuses for it. Excuses so that I wouldn't have to see it again."
He continues to look at his hands.
"What happened to you John?"
~*~
What has happened to me? I belong nowhere, I am no one, and I have nothing. I look at her lying on the bed, still a prisoner. I can tell it is my turn to answer the questions.
"Too many things happened to me."
I see the confused look on her face.
"Four cycles ago Scorpius made me a deal, live or die. Live meant becoming a Peacekeeper, a downside. Live meant having a chance to find you again, an upside. Eventually I gave that up and stayed on as Captain because I now have no other choice. High Command doesn't even know. They think I'm Sebacean; I was a top ranking officer and all of that. If they did find out that I'm none of those things I would be dead. Not because I'm not Sebacean but because I also work as something else. The first cycle was hell. Then I became a double agent. I'm Captain Crichton on board this Carrier but off board I'm still Commander. I'm not an assassin if that's what you're thinking. I'm just someone who puts the holes in Peacekeeper plans. You once told me I couldn't come with you, the only other way was against you. I know right from wrong and this, this is neither."
I don't look at her. I don't want to know what she is thinking.
"The girl ." So she has noticed.
"The girl works with me, she is also a double agent. I pulled a lot of strings to get her on board. She's a reminder of my self- control. She centers it."
"Why are you telling me all this? I'm not an ally anymore, I can put you to death."
"You can't do shit! I'm Captain on board. I haven't done anything to suspect otherwise. You are my prisoner, an outcast, who is going to believe you?
In this universe we are all wild animals, each with a deadly sin. You believed you were the hunter and I was the prey. The game changed, I became the predator and you became *my* prey. Everyone is a sitting duck no matter what. We were hunting each other down without knowing it. And you know what? We've played this little game far too long because now we are both prey, we are the ones being the hunted and neither of us can do a single thing about it."
~*~
"You want the wormhole technology?" He reaches into his pocket and places a disk beside me. "There it is A to Z. The combination to that," he nods to the handcuffs, "is 1812. And this," he holds out an ID chip. "Will get you out of here, no questions asked."
He turns and gets ready to leave.
"Come with me." I hear myself say.
He doesn't turn around but I see the drop of his broad shoulders.
"It's not possible."
"Why not? We are both being hunted like you say, stick together you once told me. We will make it work because that's the only way we can survive." I plead with all my heart. I'm not willing to leave him again, not like this.
"No we can't. I'm not a killer anymore. I don't shoot anyone because they are no threat to me. I'm sick of saving the universe, I'm not made to do that." He turns around and kneels right by my face. "I don't kill anyone because no one despises me, I've managed to keep myself low profiled. The only threat I am is a threat to myself."
I reach out and stroke his cheek, he flinches at my touch but I don't back away. I see the grey hairs now. The new wrinkles and a scar above his eyebrow.
"You have aged human," I whisper.
"We all do, I'm just faster," he replies.
I kiss him on the lips, softly. I pull back and then kiss him more forcefully. He responds the same way. Maybe it was the memory, maybe because we have wished it so many times before because here we are enemy with enemy doing the unthinkable. Something that could get us both killed. We pull back breathless. Sweetness mingled with bitterness but it was him. He was still in there somewhere.
I look at him right in those crystal blue eyes. "What did that taste like?"
I see the memory rush back to him. He closes his eyes as if in pain. He gets up and opens his eyes again looking right into mine. His eyes are once again cold.
"The past."
~*~
Sitting in front of the screens I see Aeryn walk past every checkpoint. She leaves because once again there is no other choice.
"You gave her wormholes," a voice says from the door.
I turn around and see Sikozu by the door watching the screens.
"Yes I gave her wormholes. But the disk does not contain everything. Some things are best left up here." I tap my forehead. "They won't be able to figure it out," I assure her.
She continues to look at the screens her eyes following Aeryn. "High Command has a meeting in 3 solar days. All Captains are requested to come."
I nod. She turns to leave.
"Sikozu," she stops and turns towards me.
I stand up and walk to her. Tucking a strand of her hair behind her ears I kiss her passionately. She seems surprised at first but does not object.
I pull back a bit. "Have I ever told you that you taste like the future?" She shakes her head. I smile. "You do."
I look past her and see Aeryn past the last check point.
Goodbye my sunshine.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to all that reviewed, and wanted me to finish this. This will actually be my last Farscape Fan Fiction so I hope you guys have loved it as much as I loved writing it. There will be quite a lot of angry shippers after this but oh well, enjoy and thank you once again. :)
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Secrets of the Wild
Part 3:The prey
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I wake up in the med tech area. My head feels like it is on fire, my body feels like it has been through a training course over and over again. I open my eyes and quickly close them again. The light makes my head hurt even more. I try again, this time slowly, adjusting to the light.
The med tech moves beside me and sticks a needle in my arm. I try to call out but my mouth is dry, I try to yank my arm away but I find myself chained onto the bed, still the prisoner. Was it all a dream because John - no - *Crichton* is nowhere to be seen. Is it false hope? I hope not.
~*~
The five Peacekeepers are on probation. That's all I can do. I have to be careful. If it leaks to High Command they will look into me. I have things they don't want to know about. Tracks I have been covering for cycles. Careful, hiding, my life.
Sikozu walks into the room.
"John?"
"Yeah?" I look up at her.
She locks the door behind her and sits on my desk. "Careful."
It is so soft that I can hardly hear it. "I know. If they find out ." I let the sentence hang. "I know."
She nods her head. "She's awake."
I see the hope and the scared look in her eyes.
"I'll see her when I take care of one more thing."
She looks at me with cautious eyes.
"I'll be careful, I promise."
I get up and grab my coat. I reach the door and look back.
"Are you coming?" I ask her. She still sits on the desk.
"Always." I grin. True, so true.
~*~
I wake up the second time. The headache is gone but I feel like dren. I move my arm and hear the clinker of metal. Still locked up. I look around and see that there is no in the room besides me. All alone. or so I thought.
He stands by the door, leaning heavily on the doorframe. He doesn't look at me but stares off into the far wall. Thinking. Always the thinker. Should I call out to him? Was the care in his eyes when he pulled me out of the chair a cover-up? Was it all a mistake? Why do I care so much?
The woman in red appears at the door. John turns around and walks out, her by his side. I hear mumblings of their conversation. I can only make out the last sentence.
"Be careful John." She called him John.
"I know, I will."
He reappears from round the corner and looks straight at me. He doesn't waver his gaze; his eyes filled with unreadable emotions or was there nothing in them anymore? He stops and leans by the door again.
"How are you feeling?" It is plain and simple.
"I feel fine."
Which is the complete opposite but you never show your weakness to an enemy. An enemy, is he really an enemy now?
He lets out a long sigh. A sigh of distress.
"What are you doing here?"
"To find, to kill, to destroy."
"Destroy what?!" I can hear the frustration in his voice. The only clear emotion I have seen out of him.
"A weapon of destruction," I quote.
"Wormholes," he says quietly.
He knew? He knew all along that I had come to destroy wormholes? I had misjudged him once again. Always smarter than I give him credit for.
"You were sent to kill me." The sentence stuns me.
"No," I shake my head. "I had no idea you were here. I was to destroy what data they had managed to find. I was to pretend to be a Peacekeeper again but the detection systems have advanced quite well, too well."
"We aim to please," he says.
I find it strange that he still stands by the door when there is a chair right beside the bed. Maybe that was why, because it was beside me.
"How long were you in the Aurora Chair for?"
I close my eyes and swallow the lump that has formed in my throat.
"At least a quarter of an arn, not more than half an arn."
He nods in relief. The memory still haunts him. He looks down at his hands.
"I burnt the place down. The last thing I have erased from my life." He laughs lightly. "I should have done it three cycles ago, the day they set it up but I made excuses for it. Excuses so that I wouldn't have to see it again."
He continues to look at his hands.
"What happened to you John?"
~*~
What has happened to me? I belong nowhere, I am no one, and I have nothing. I look at her lying on the bed, still a prisoner. I can tell it is my turn to answer the questions.
"Too many things happened to me."
I see the confused look on her face.
"Four cycles ago Scorpius made me a deal, live or die. Live meant becoming a Peacekeeper, a downside. Live meant having a chance to find you again, an upside. Eventually I gave that up and stayed on as Captain because I now have no other choice. High Command doesn't even know. They think I'm Sebacean; I was a top ranking officer and all of that. If they did find out that I'm none of those things I would be dead. Not because I'm not Sebacean but because I also work as something else. The first cycle was hell. Then I became a double agent. I'm Captain Crichton on board this Carrier but off board I'm still Commander. I'm not an assassin if that's what you're thinking. I'm just someone who puts the holes in Peacekeeper plans. You once told me I couldn't come with you, the only other way was against you. I know right from wrong and this, this is neither."
I don't look at her. I don't want to know what she is thinking.
"The girl ." So she has noticed.
"The girl works with me, she is also a double agent. I pulled a lot of strings to get her on board. She's a reminder of my self- control. She centers it."
"Why are you telling me all this? I'm not an ally anymore, I can put you to death."
"You can't do shit! I'm Captain on board. I haven't done anything to suspect otherwise. You are my prisoner, an outcast, who is going to believe you?
In this universe we are all wild animals, each with a deadly sin. You believed you were the hunter and I was the prey. The game changed, I became the predator and you became *my* prey. Everyone is a sitting duck no matter what. We were hunting each other down without knowing it. And you know what? We've played this little game far too long because now we are both prey, we are the ones being the hunted and neither of us can do a single thing about it."
~*~
"You want the wormhole technology?" He reaches into his pocket and places a disk beside me. "There it is A to Z. The combination to that," he nods to the handcuffs, "is 1812. And this," he holds out an ID chip. "Will get you out of here, no questions asked."
He turns and gets ready to leave.
"Come with me." I hear myself say.
He doesn't turn around but I see the drop of his broad shoulders.
"It's not possible."
"Why not? We are both being hunted like you say, stick together you once told me. We will make it work because that's the only way we can survive." I plead with all my heart. I'm not willing to leave him again, not like this.
"No we can't. I'm not a killer anymore. I don't shoot anyone because they are no threat to me. I'm sick of saving the universe, I'm not made to do that." He turns around and kneels right by my face. "I don't kill anyone because no one despises me, I've managed to keep myself low profiled. The only threat I am is a threat to myself."
I reach out and stroke his cheek, he flinches at my touch but I don't back away. I see the grey hairs now. The new wrinkles and a scar above his eyebrow.
"You have aged human," I whisper.
"We all do, I'm just faster," he replies.
I kiss him on the lips, softly. I pull back and then kiss him more forcefully. He responds the same way. Maybe it was the memory, maybe because we have wished it so many times before because here we are enemy with enemy doing the unthinkable. Something that could get us both killed. We pull back breathless. Sweetness mingled with bitterness but it was him. He was still in there somewhere.
I look at him right in those crystal blue eyes. "What did that taste like?"
I see the memory rush back to him. He closes his eyes as if in pain. He gets up and opens his eyes again looking right into mine. His eyes are once again cold.
"The past."
~*~
Sitting in front of the screens I see Aeryn walk past every checkpoint. She leaves because once again there is no other choice.
"You gave her wormholes," a voice says from the door.
I turn around and see Sikozu by the door watching the screens.
"Yes I gave her wormholes. But the disk does not contain everything. Some things are best left up here." I tap my forehead. "They won't be able to figure it out," I assure her.
She continues to look at the screens her eyes following Aeryn. "High Command has a meeting in 3 solar days. All Captains are requested to come."
I nod. She turns to leave.
"Sikozu," she stops and turns towards me.
I stand up and walk to her. Tucking a strand of her hair behind her ears I kiss her passionately. She seems surprised at first but does not object.
I pull back a bit. "Have I ever told you that you taste like the future?" She shakes her head. I smile. "You do."
I look past her and see Aeryn past the last check point.
Goodbye my sunshine.