TITLE: Rainstorm
AUTHOR: sassy_lion
SUMMARY: Just a little J/A shippyness. Completely and utterly plotless...
RATING: PG/ PG-13
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thank you to: prowler junkie (about the SC2K3 trip, I'm working on it!!! I promise!!!) krissy, dawn (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 Unstoppable APG and martian_maren. Thank you all.
AUTHOR'S NOTES 2: The poems this chapter are those of Robert Frost. They are not the same poem, but two of them.
RAINSTORM
sassy_lion
(c) October 2002
Aeryn was silent. John was asleep once again, dreaming. She knew what by the amount of time between the soft moaning that it was of the bombing nearly a monen ago now. Five weekens they had been on the planet.
Moya still hadn't come. If the crew wasn't here in another weeken, they would have to find their own way off the now Peacekeeper infested planet.
Aeryn closed her eyes and thought. It was amazing that the Peacekeepers hadn't found them yet. Aeryn knew the of the raids when the doctor had come to assess John's condition.
His cuts and bruises were gone now, all except one that he had gotten last weeken running into the side of the bed. His arm would be completely healed in another three solar days. His leg-- a weeken. The ribs, she wasn't exactly sure on, but they would be healed soon as well. The blindness hadn't gone yet, but John was starting to see colors and basic shapes.
Closing her eyes she remembered every impossible detail from that day.
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The crew of Moya was on shore leave. It had been nearly two monens since they had last found a planet. The farther they moved into the Uncharted Territories the more scare the planets became, and the more scare supplies became.
Aeryn and John had been enjoying themselves immensely. Aeryn had found a place that offered games like target practice, ya'ona (a more complex version of soccer) and other things. She was using the time to sharpen her still deadly Peacekeeper skills.
John on the other hand was, as usual, hanging out with D'Argo and Chiana in a local refreshment house. He had had only about two raslaks before Chiana had tried to get him to come play games with her and Rygel at the casino. He had flatly refused saying something about bad luck comes to those who play slots.
Chiana had then decided to stay with him, knowing how emotionally drained he was since Aeryn had come back with Scorpius. Trying to drag him into a simple conversation, she learned that Aeryn had spoken to John, but he was having doubts about the validity of her story about the baby.
Aeryn had finished her fifth round of practice when Pilot had personally commed her about some anomalies showing on both long range scans and in some of Moya's systems, he had commed Command Crichton quarter arn earlier, and ask that the two of them looked for the parts because they knew Moya and her systems the best.
Aeryn had agreed and met John outside of the bar. He had not been drinking that much, so he was still of use to help look for parts. Most of the looking had been silent. Only questions like, "Are these the right filters?" "How much did she say these were?" and "How much of this did Pilot say we needed?" were asked. For the most part, the two didn't even look at each other.
After four arns of searching, the pod had stocked and the others had left to bring the parts to Moya. Aeryn had volunteered to stay behind in case they needed more parts and John had stayed for whatever reason. He had mentioned finding some things he had been looking for to fix the module. "We have an ample amount of time, Peacekeepers haven't been seen this far before." John had said before running off in the opposite direction.
He shouldn't have said that. About 8 arns later, just before the local sunset, Pilot commed them both and announced Moya sensed a command carrier just come into her sense horizon.
The two met up in the center of town as the first wave of Prowlers had appeared. Taking refuge in a small alcove of a store, they strategically made it to the hotel that John had the convenience of renting a room in for the few days they had planning on staying on planet.
Two days later, they ventured out, against all their senses, to procure food. And the rest is history, as John would say. They had been spotted, attacked by three isolated Peacekeeper soldiers and driven back to the hotel with injuries. Aeryn had been lucky when she had been thrown back, she had been thrown into the wooden stand next to the concrete building John had been cast into.
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How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--
As if with keenness for our fate,
Our faltering few step on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn--
And yet neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight
Aeryn woke up to the sensation of fingers tenderly twining in her hair and John's soft mumbling.
"The clouds, the source of rain, one stormy night
Offered an opening to the source of dew;
Which I accepted with impatient sight,
Looking for my old sky-marks in the blue.
But stars were scarce in that part of the sky,
And no two were the same constellation---
No one was bright enough to identify;
So 'twas with no ungrateful consternation,
Seeing myself well lost once more, I sighed,
"Where, where in Heaven am I? But don't tell me!
O opening clouds, by opening on me wide.
Let's let my heavenly lostness overwhelm me."
John leaned over and kiss Aeryn's closed eyelids, falling back asleep, but not before Aeryn muttered, "I love you, John."
~FIN~
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Okay, Nixar, I finally wrote the second chapter, Please PLEASE PLEASE review!!!!!!!!!!!! maybe you might get something for it....