Pain of Love and Memories
Chapter 6: False Health
John could feel the lump clambering up his throat, his muscles contracted as they attempted to expel what was wrong with his body. Crichton's eyes snapped open, lurching forward from his position on Aeryn, he pulled himself to the edge of the cell; the bars stopped any further forward movement.
His body could no longer hold the vomit down. His throat muscles contracted one final time and the vomit was expelled from him. Again and again and again.
Aeryn leapt to her feet, holding Crichton's shoulders, she yelled out at the top of her voice.
"You idiots! Can't you see he needs medical attention? If you let him die Scorpius will have your heads!"
That got the guard's attention, they moved forward. One summoned a doctor through his comm.
Aeryn looked down at Crichton, he had stopped vomiting. Instead he was lying there, face down in his own vomit, not even attempting to move. Aeryn heaved him out, moving his body across the floor. Unfortunately the movement triggered more bouts of vomiting. The palms of his hands gripped the floor, and his shoulder's hunched, as his muscles contracted.
A Peacekeeper ran up to the cell.
"You drannits! Open the door immediately!"
Hastening to comply the door was unlocked for the doctor. He rushed inside the cell, laying down his kit he attempted to push Aeryn out of the way. She didn't move, instead she fixed her eyes upon the doctor.
"He needs to be held on his side, preferably slightly downwards."
Aeryn absorbed the doctor's statement, using all her strength he picked up Crichton around his middle holding him up sideways. It seemed enough vomit had been removed from his body, now excess only dribbled from his mouth.
"Bring the pad!"
Two Sebacean helpers came towards the door, one in front, and one behind. Between them was a stretcher, large enough for a fully-grown Sebacean. They came into the cell.
"Put him on it."
Realising she had little choice, Aeryn, with the doctor's help, put the human on the pad.
The meds walked out of the cell quickly, the doctor followed them. Moving quickly Aeryn attempted to leave the cell as well, unfortunately the guards were quick enough and it slammed in her face.
"Jas! He better live!"
Aeryn's threat rang along the corridor.
"Do not worry, Officer Sun. He will."
Jas and the two meds walked away, carrying the human to the Medical Area.
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Jack and Velorek approached the cell area. Velorek held out his arm, blocking the human from walking any further.
"Hey!" O'Neill hissed.
"Quiet!" whispered Velorek.
"Peacekeeper bastard." Muttered Jack.
Velorek glared at him, and pointed to the approaching bend. Footsteps suddenly came into jack's hearing range. Tensing up, they waited.
Jas and the two meds, carrying John. Walked along the corridor and down a separate way. O'Neill geared himself to follow, and was just about to run forward, when Velorek slammed into him. The pain in his arm caused Jack to give a small gasp, he gritted he teeth. Hissing out words.
"Is there any reason we should not follow them?!"
"Yes, they are the main doctor and two meds. Crichton is obviously ill, that means the concentration of guard is going to be focussed around the Med Area. Not the cells. Now is our chance to rescue M'Lee and Aeryn, if we intend to rescue Crichton, then we need help. Aeryn is an experienced soldier, and knows this ship better than I do. We need her!"
Although Jack did not want to admit it, he could see Velorek was right. Grunting, he started continuing along the path they were on. They soon came to the cells.
"Scorpius has given me permission to speak to M'Lee, without you soldiers. Is that not right?"
Velorek looked at Jack. Through the helmet Jack could see Aeryn in her cell. He nodded.
"Affirmative."
Exchanging looks the two soldiers left at once. Knowing Crichton was no longer in the cells, security did not have to be as vigilant as it was.
Rushing up to her cell, Velorek looked in at M'Lee, and forced an arm through the bars, touching her face gently. They locked eyes and felt themselves leaving the cells as they watched each other; they were warm, wrapped up in their own emotions and feelings.
Aeryn sat on the floor of the cell, he nose wrinkled. The smell of bile caught the back of her throat.
"Aeryn!"
Looking up Aeryn saw Jack at the door to her cell. She jumped up.
"Get me out of here! We must help Crichton! They have taken him to the Med Area."
"We know, we saw them carrying him away."
Velorek snapped out of his reverie at the sound of Aeryn's voice. Turning around the two Sebaceans looked at each other, with the knowledge of who the other was, for the first time in many cycles.
"Velorek." Aeryn's voice remained neutral.
"Aeryn." Velorek's reply was in an equally neutral tone.
However, both saw the need to work quickly, if a rescue attempt was going to go ahead. Velorek reached towards Jack's pulse rifle.
"Hey! Look buddy, I trust you only for this. I am not letting you get hold of this gun."
"Human, shut up and give it to him."
Aeryn's voice was stern.
"Yeah? Well what if he decides to shoot me in the back?"
Aeryn sighed.
"He just wants to shoot the controls to this door."
"Shoot the controls? I can do that."
Jack lifted up the pulse rifle to aim.
"No, human!"
Jack threw her a questioning glance.
"Look, the names, Jack O'Neill, quit it with the human thing. Jeez, you're as bad as Bra'tac. And why? Why shouldn't I?"
"Because the last time one of your species tried to operate one of those, he ended up overloading the chamber and almost killing himself. Let Velorek do it."
O'Neill still hesitated. However, he finally handed over the Peacekeeper weapon.
"Here, do it. Quick. And I want that back after you've finished."
Aiming, Velorek shot the controls. The door to Aeryn's cell slid open, spinning around he aimed at M'Lee's cell. The door slid open on that as well. Jack went to take the weapon off Velorek, but before he could reach for it, Velorek rammed it into Aeryn's open hands.
The Colonel glared at Velorek, clearing not trusting him. With Aeryn in the lead they crept out of the cellblock.
"Where are the guards?" O'Neill whispered to Aeryn. Her piercing eyes bore into his.
"Unsure. We must remain quiet."
"Stop where you are!"
"Frell!" Aeryn muttered.
Launching around quickly, she fired the pulse rifle once. One soldier went down, the other looked at his companion and aimed at the fugitives. A small figure balled into him, they fell to the floor in a tangle.
"M'Lee!" Velorek's worried voice hissed out.
Moving quickly, Aeryn slammed the weapon into the Peacekeeper's temple. His struggles to get up ended. Holding out a hand she pulled M'Lee to her feet. Velorek walked towards her, they clasped against each other, and then pulled free. Velorek reached down and picked up both of the Peacekeeper's weapons.
"Here, O'Neill, you wanted a weapon, you can have one."
Shoving it into his hands, Jack asked the obvious question.
"How do I fire it?"
Aeryn adjusted the pulse rifle.
"Now, just aim and pull the trigger."
"Cool."
O'Neill looked down at the weapon and smiled a grim smile.
The four of them walked quickly towards the Med Area. Velorek and Jack keeping their weapons trained on Aeryn and M'Lee, just in case any stray Peacekeeper was watching.
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"Chiana! Relax! This is Yenay, she's the one that helped us."
Daniel's calm voice got through Chiana's angry state. Sam reached over and pulled her off Yenay.
"What did she say? How can you understand her? I hear no sense to her language."
Yenay was confused.
"Erm, it's a long story. Basically translator microbes were injected into us. They are tiny microbes that translate everything. Chiana, can you get some for Yenay?"
Still staring at Yenay, Chiana shook her head.
"No, I don't know where the DRDs are, and Pilot's... Pilot's hurt pretty bad, he's, I think he might be dying."
"Lead me to the Pilot, I will be able to heal him."
Yenay's voice was filled with confidence.
"Please, Chiana. Lead me to him."
The Nebari glanced at Daniel, he nodded his head. Sighing, Chiana walked out of the door.
"Sam. You go with them, Yenay will need an interpreter. I'll look after Zhaan and Teal'c."
Sam nodded and fell in step behind the Tok'ra and the Nebari. Chiana led the two women through the corridors of Moya. They soon reached Pilot's den, the sight that greeted them horrified Sam and Yenay, and yet, in a way, fascinated the Tok'ra. She had never seen a being like Pilot before.
Rushing forward, she reached out her hand to run it over Pilot's wound. However, D'Argo, with the intention of protecting Pilot, grabbed Yenay by the throat. The Luxan did not see Sam and Chiana behind her. Fierce growls erupted from his throat.
Yenay hung there gasping.
"Stop! I'm here to... I'm here to help Pilot!"
"D'Argo! Let her go! She's telling the truth!" Chiana's voice got through to the warrior Luxan. He let go of Yenay, she dropped to the floor. Reaching up, she placed a hand around her throat and started massaging it.
"Yenay, are you alright?"
Sam crouched down beside her and placed a comforting hand on Yenay's back. She held out her left arm, Yenay propped herself up and used it as a lift. She unsteadily got to her feet.
"D'Argo! Pilot!"
D'Argo spun round; the wound had begun to flow freely again. He grabbed the blue material and held it on the wound.
"Please! Let me help!"
Yenay's cry forced D'Argo to turn his head round.
"What can you do?"
The Tok'ra looked at Sam.
"He asked what you could do."
"I can... I can heal him."
"D'Argo, please, stand aside. You trust John? Then trust us."
Sam's words convinced the suspicious Luxan. He moved away, but kept the blue material kept pressed down on Pilot. Yenay clamoured up on top of Pilot's console. Holding up her left hand, the healing device followed Pilot's wound. Leaving behind it a scar that was ugly, yet healed.
D'Argo brought the material away from Pilot. His face was a mixture of surprise and wonder.
"How hib hou ho hab?"
Even Carter looked confused at that. Chiana spoke up to explain the confusion.
"His tongue, Zhaan had to deaden it, he cut it pulling out the metal that wounded Pilot."
"Hold out your tongue."
After seeing what she did for Pilot, D'Argo trusted her and let his tongue unravel. Once again the Goa'uld healing device began to work on living tissue.
Exercising his mouth and tongue, D'Argo thanked the Tok'ra rebel.
"Thank you, what about Pilot. Will he be all right? What about that scar?"
Yenay nodded.
"It will take about a two hours to heal properly, but after that it should be gone."
Pilot's eyes flickered open.
"Aeryn?"
"No, Pilot. It's me, D'Argo and your healer, Yenay."
"Can't feel the DRDs, where are the DRDs?!" Pilot became worried; he started moving his head around worriedly. His flailing claws almost hitting D'Argo and Yenay. The two slipped down to avoid getting hurt.
The impulsive Chiana jumped up, dodging the claws she grabbed Pilot's face, holding a hand on either side, she leaned her forehead against Pilot's brow.
"Sssshh, Pilot. Calm. Just calm down."
Her hand moved softly down Pilot's cheek. Pilot's eyes locked with Chiana's.
"Chiana? Where are the DRDs?"
"We don't know Pilot. But don't worry, we'll, we'll find them. Moya, she won't leave you."
Pilot reached up and touched Chiana's cheek with a claw; the Nebari held up her own hand and clutched Pilot's.
The rest left Pilot's den, wanting to leave this touching moment between the two, they walked back up to Command. Towards Daniel, Zhaan and Teal'c.
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Ok, I got lucky, I've had a couple of days off just now, due to a cold, and quite frankly I got bored watching daytime TV and The Simpsons, so watched Farscape and what the heck, I got in the mood for writing. *g* But if you think this Chapter isn't up to the standard of the others, blame my cold. ;- D loves all of ya, my readers,
Lots of hugs 'n' bugs, Jeni :-P (and the mysterious rubber chicken called Scorpius)
Chapter 6: False Health
John could feel the lump clambering up his throat, his muscles contracted as they attempted to expel what was wrong with his body. Crichton's eyes snapped open, lurching forward from his position on Aeryn, he pulled himself to the edge of the cell; the bars stopped any further forward movement.
His body could no longer hold the vomit down. His throat muscles contracted one final time and the vomit was expelled from him. Again and again and again.
Aeryn leapt to her feet, holding Crichton's shoulders, she yelled out at the top of her voice.
"You idiots! Can't you see he needs medical attention? If you let him die Scorpius will have your heads!"
That got the guard's attention, they moved forward. One summoned a doctor through his comm.
Aeryn looked down at Crichton, he had stopped vomiting. Instead he was lying there, face down in his own vomit, not even attempting to move. Aeryn heaved him out, moving his body across the floor. Unfortunately the movement triggered more bouts of vomiting. The palms of his hands gripped the floor, and his shoulder's hunched, as his muscles contracted.
A Peacekeeper ran up to the cell.
"You drannits! Open the door immediately!"
Hastening to comply the door was unlocked for the doctor. He rushed inside the cell, laying down his kit he attempted to push Aeryn out of the way. She didn't move, instead she fixed her eyes upon the doctor.
"He needs to be held on his side, preferably slightly downwards."
Aeryn absorbed the doctor's statement, using all her strength he picked up Crichton around his middle holding him up sideways. It seemed enough vomit had been removed from his body, now excess only dribbled from his mouth.
"Bring the pad!"
Two Sebacean helpers came towards the door, one in front, and one behind. Between them was a stretcher, large enough for a fully-grown Sebacean. They came into the cell.
"Put him on it."
Realising she had little choice, Aeryn, with the doctor's help, put the human on the pad.
The meds walked out of the cell quickly, the doctor followed them. Moving quickly Aeryn attempted to leave the cell as well, unfortunately the guards were quick enough and it slammed in her face.
"Jas! He better live!"
Aeryn's threat rang along the corridor.
"Do not worry, Officer Sun. He will."
Jas and the two meds walked away, carrying the human to the Medical Area.
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Jack and Velorek approached the cell area. Velorek held out his arm, blocking the human from walking any further.
"Hey!" O'Neill hissed.
"Quiet!" whispered Velorek.
"Peacekeeper bastard." Muttered Jack.
Velorek glared at him, and pointed to the approaching bend. Footsteps suddenly came into jack's hearing range. Tensing up, they waited.
Jas and the two meds, carrying John. Walked along the corridor and down a separate way. O'Neill geared himself to follow, and was just about to run forward, when Velorek slammed into him. The pain in his arm caused Jack to give a small gasp, he gritted he teeth. Hissing out words.
"Is there any reason we should not follow them?!"
"Yes, they are the main doctor and two meds. Crichton is obviously ill, that means the concentration of guard is going to be focussed around the Med Area. Not the cells. Now is our chance to rescue M'Lee and Aeryn, if we intend to rescue Crichton, then we need help. Aeryn is an experienced soldier, and knows this ship better than I do. We need her!"
Although Jack did not want to admit it, he could see Velorek was right. Grunting, he started continuing along the path they were on. They soon came to the cells.
"Scorpius has given me permission to speak to M'Lee, without you soldiers. Is that not right?"
Velorek looked at Jack. Through the helmet Jack could see Aeryn in her cell. He nodded.
"Affirmative."
Exchanging looks the two soldiers left at once. Knowing Crichton was no longer in the cells, security did not have to be as vigilant as it was.
Rushing up to her cell, Velorek looked in at M'Lee, and forced an arm through the bars, touching her face gently. They locked eyes and felt themselves leaving the cells as they watched each other; they were warm, wrapped up in their own emotions and feelings.
Aeryn sat on the floor of the cell, he nose wrinkled. The smell of bile caught the back of her throat.
"Aeryn!"
Looking up Aeryn saw Jack at the door to her cell. She jumped up.
"Get me out of here! We must help Crichton! They have taken him to the Med Area."
"We know, we saw them carrying him away."
Velorek snapped out of his reverie at the sound of Aeryn's voice. Turning around the two Sebaceans looked at each other, with the knowledge of who the other was, for the first time in many cycles.
"Velorek." Aeryn's voice remained neutral.
"Aeryn." Velorek's reply was in an equally neutral tone.
However, both saw the need to work quickly, if a rescue attempt was going to go ahead. Velorek reached towards Jack's pulse rifle.
"Hey! Look buddy, I trust you only for this. I am not letting you get hold of this gun."
"Human, shut up and give it to him."
Aeryn's voice was stern.
"Yeah? Well what if he decides to shoot me in the back?"
Aeryn sighed.
"He just wants to shoot the controls to this door."
"Shoot the controls? I can do that."
Jack lifted up the pulse rifle to aim.
"No, human!"
Jack threw her a questioning glance.
"Look, the names, Jack O'Neill, quit it with the human thing. Jeez, you're as bad as Bra'tac. And why? Why shouldn't I?"
"Because the last time one of your species tried to operate one of those, he ended up overloading the chamber and almost killing himself. Let Velorek do it."
O'Neill still hesitated. However, he finally handed over the Peacekeeper weapon.
"Here, do it. Quick. And I want that back after you've finished."
Aiming, Velorek shot the controls. The door to Aeryn's cell slid open, spinning around he aimed at M'Lee's cell. The door slid open on that as well. Jack went to take the weapon off Velorek, but before he could reach for it, Velorek rammed it into Aeryn's open hands.
The Colonel glared at Velorek, clearing not trusting him. With Aeryn in the lead they crept out of the cellblock.
"Where are the guards?" O'Neill whispered to Aeryn. Her piercing eyes bore into his.
"Unsure. We must remain quiet."
"Stop where you are!"
"Frell!" Aeryn muttered.
Launching around quickly, she fired the pulse rifle once. One soldier went down, the other looked at his companion and aimed at the fugitives. A small figure balled into him, they fell to the floor in a tangle.
"M'Lee!" Velorek's worried voice hissed out.
Moving quickly, Aeryn slammed the weapon into the Peacekeeper's temple. His struggles to get up ended. Holding out a hand she pulled M'Lee to her feet. Velorek walked towards her, they clasped against each other, and then pulled free. Velorek reached down and picked up both of the Peacekeeper's weapons.
"Here, O'Neill, you wanted a weapon, you can have one."
Shoving it into his hands, Jack asked the obvious question.
"How do I fire it?"
Aeryn adjusted the pulse rifle.
"Now, just aim and pull the trigger."
"Cool."
O'Neill looked down at the weapon and smiled a grim smile.
The four of them walked quickly towards the Med Area. Velorek and Jack keeping their weapons trained on Aeryn and M'Lee, just in case any stray Peacekeeper was watching.
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"Chiana! Relax! This is Yenay, she's the one that helped us."
Daniel's calm voice got through Chiana's angry state. Sam reached over and pulled her off Yenay.
"What did she say? How can you understand her? I hear no sense to her language."
Yenay was confused.
"Erm, it's a long story. Basically translator microbes were injected into us. They are tiny microbes that translate everything. Chiana, can you get some for Yenay?"
Still staring at Yenay, Chiana shook her head.
"No, I don't know where the DRDs are, and Pilot's... Pilot's hurt pretty bad, he's, I think he might be dying."
"Lead me to the Pilot, I will be able to heal him."
Yenay's voice was filled with confidence.
"Please, Chiana. Lead me to him."
The Nebari glanced at Daniel, he nodded his head. Sighing, Chiana walked out of the door.
"Sam. You go with them, Yenay will need an interpreter. I'll look after Zhaan and Teal'c."
Sam nodded and fell in step behind the Tok'ra and the Nebari. Chiana led the two women through the corridors of Moya. They soon reached Pilot's den, the sight that greeted them horrified Sam and Yenay, and yet, in a way, fascinated the Tok'ra. She had never seen a being like Pilot before.
Rushing forward, she reached out her hand to run it over Pilot's wound. However, D'Argo, with the intention of protecting Pilot, grabbed Yenay by the throat. The Luxan did not see Sam and Chiana behind her. Fierce growls erupted from his throat.
Yenay hung there gasping.
"Stop! I'm here to... I'm here to help Pilot!"
"D'Argo! Let her go! She's telling the truth!" Chiana's voice got through to the warrior Luxan. He let go of Yenay, she dropped to the floor. Reaching up, she placed a hand around her throat and started massaging it.
"Yenay, are you alright?"
Sam crouched down beside her and placed a comforting hand on Yenay's back. She held out her left arm, Yenay propped herself up and used it as a lift. She unsteadily got to her feet.
"D'Argo! Pilot!"
D'Argo spun round; the wound had begun to flow freely again. He grabbed the blue material and held it on the wound.
"Please! Let me help!"
Yenay's cry forced D'Argo to turn his head round.
"What can you do?"
The Tok'ra looked at Sam.
"He asked what you could do."
"I can... I can heal him."
"D'Argo, please, stand aside. You trust John? Then trust us."
Sam's words convinced the suspicious Luxan. He moved away, but kept the blue material kept pressed down on Pilot. Yenay clamoured up on top of Pilot's console. Holding up her left hand, the healing device followed Pilot's wound. Leaving behind it a scar that was ugly, yet healed.
D'Argo brought the material away from Pilot. His face was a mixture of surprise and wonder.
"How hib hou ho hab?"
Even Carter looked confused at that. Chiana spoke up to explain the confusion.
"His tongue, Zhaan had to deaden it, he cut it pulling out the metal that wounded Pilot."
"Hold out your tongue."
After seeing what she did for Pilot, D'Argo trusted her and let his tongue unravel. Once again the Goa'uld healing device began to work on living tissue.
Exercising his mouth and tongue, D'Argo thanked the Tok'ra rebel.
"Thank you, what about Pilot. Will he be all right? What about that scar?"
Yenay nodded.
"It will take about a two hours to heal properly, but after that it should be gone."
Pilot's eyes flickered open.
"Aeryn?"
"No, Pilot. It's me, D'Argo and your healer, Yenay."
"Can't feel the DRDs, where are the DRDs?!" Pilot became worried; he started moving his head around worriedly. His flailing claws almost hitting D'Argo and Yenay. The two slipped down to avoid getting hurt.
The impulsive Chiana jumped up, dodging the claws she grabbed Pilot's face, holding a hand on either side, she leaned her forehead against Pilot's brow.
"Sssshh, Pilot. Calm. Just calm down."
Her hand moved softly down Pilot's cheek. Pilot's eyes locked with Chiana's.
"Chiana? Where are the DRDs?"
"We don't know Pilot. But don't worry, we'll, we'll find them. Moya, she won't leave you."
Pilot reached up and touched Chiana's cheek with a claw; the Nebari held up her own hand and clutched Pilot's.
The rest left Pilot's den, wanting to leave this touching moment between the two, they walked back up to Command. Towards Daniel, Zhaan and Teal'c.
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Ok, I got lucky, I've had a couple of days off just now, due to a cold, and quite frankly I got bored watching daytime TV and The Simpsons, so watched Farscape and what the heck, I got in the mood for writing. *g* But if you think this Chapter isn't up to the standard of the others, blame my cold. ;- D loves all of ya, my readers,
Lots of hugs 'n' bugs, Jeni :-P (and the mysterious rubber chicken called Scorpius)