D'Argo heard Rainne rustling around in her chamber. He heard her bump into
the table, and curse quietly. He leaned against the wall quietly
listening, he was apprehensive she could be a threat, however there was
something he found very enticing about her. Perhaps it was her red hair
and brilliant green eyes, or perhaps it was something about her natural
curiosity and lack of fear. Possibly it was just her lack of memories.
~~~
Rainne had trouble falling asleep. The bed was firm and cold. She finally grabbed the blanket and pillow and went to the bench along the wall. It was warmer there. She curled up and tried to remember anything. Soon the dream began:
She turned to look over her shoulder, the huge creature roared again. It slashed out at her, barely missing her back. She ran through a building she did not recognize. The creature roared again. This time she could feel the creature's putrid breath against her neck; this time when it slashed out it caught her right shoulder. She could feel the blood running down her arm. Her lungs felt as if they would explode. She stopped and faced the monster. It was massive, with an oily sheen. The wound on her shoulder burned as if acid had been poured on it. When the creature realized she had stopped it stopped as well. Suddenly she had the urge to reach out to touch it, suddenly she was no longer afraid, she felt the fear and hatred leave her body like an inferno; she closed her eyes but felt the flame strike the monster. She heard the monster scream as it fell to the ground. When she opened her eyes again, there was a human lying there dead in front of her. He was wearing a jumpsuit. She did not know who he was but she knew that she had killed him. She screamed.
Someone was shaking her. She awoke and found the thing with the tentacles in her room. He was shaking her.
"Human, wake up."
"Whaa..t are you doing in here?" She asked backing away from him. She proceeded to back herself right off the bench. She hit her shoulder on the way to the floor. The pain was excruciating. It jolted her fully awake. She glared up at D'Argo, no longer afraid.
"I heard you cry out." He held out his hand, "I promise I will not hurt you," Rainne took his hand tentatively, and he pulled her up. His hand was warm and his grip strong. "Would you like me to call for Stark?"
"No. It was only a nightmare; I will tell him when he comes in the morning." She replied. Since he was in the room and the full effect of the dream had not completely worn off, and not wanting to be alone, she thought she would ask him a few questions. "What species are you?"
"Luxan." Was his reply. He did not offer any other. He seemed gruff and she sensed that he did not want to be there or to be watching over her. "You are human, like Crichton. Though there is something very different about you." He said as he stood up.
"I'm female."
"No it is something else." He said as he strode from the room.
~~~
D'Argo noticed something about her smell was very different from John's. It was human but more sterile, clean, almost medicinal. D'Argo also noticed she did not seem to frighten too easily, or stay frightened for long, and though it would not be perceptible to the others except possibly Aeryn and Crais, she took a self-protective posture quickly when threatened, as if she had been trained as a soldier. He vowed to keep a closer eye on her. Though usually not superstitious there was something about her that made him concerned.
~~~
Rainne had trouble falling asleep. The bed was firm and cold. She finally grabbed the blanket and pillow and went to the bench along the wall. It was warmer there. She curled up and tried to remember anything. Soon the dream began:
She turned to look over her shoulder, the huge creature roared again. It slashed out at her, barely missing her back. She ran through a building she did not recognize. The creature roared again. This time she could feel the creature's putrid breath against her neck; this time when it slashed out it caught her right shoulder. She could feel the blood running down her arm. Her lungs felt as if they would explode. She stopped and faced the monster. It was massive, with an oily sheen. The wound on her shoulder burned as if acid had been poured on it. When the creature realized she had stopped it stopped as well. Suddenly she had the urge to reach out to touch it, suddenly she was no longer afraid, she felt the fear and hatred leave her body like an inferno; she closed her eyes but felt the flame strike the monster. She heard the monster scream as it fell to the ground. When she opened her eyes again, there was a human lying there dead in front of her. He was wearing a jumpsuit. She did not know who he was but she knew that she had killed him. She screamed.
Someone was shaking her. She awoke and found the thing with the tentacles in her room. He was shaking her.
"Human, wake up."
"Whaa..t are you doing in here?" She asked backing away from him. She proceeded to back herself right off the bench. She hit her shoulder on the way to the floor. The pain was excruciating. It jolted her fully awake. She glared up at D'Argo, no longer afraid.
"I heard you cry out." He held out his hand, "I promise I will not hurt you," Rainne took his hand tentatively, and he pulled her up. His hand was warm and his grip strong. "Would you like me to call for Stark?"
"No. It was only a nightmare; I will tell him when he comes in the morning." She replied. Since he was in the room and the full effect of the dream had not completely worn off, and not wanting to be alone, she thought she would ask him a few questions. "What species are you?"
"Luxan." Was his reply. He did not offer any other. He seemed gruff and she sensed that he did not want to be there or to be watching over her. "You are human, like Crichton. Though there is something very different about you." He said as he stood up.
"I'm female."
"No it is something else." He said as he strode from the room.
~~~
D'Argo noticed something about her smell was very different from John's. It was human but more sterile, clean, almost medicinal. D'Argo also noticed she did not seem to frighten too easily, or stay frightened for long, and though it would not be perceptible to the others except possibly Aeryn and Crais, she took a self-protective posture quickly when threatened, as if she had been trained as a soldier. He vowed to keep a closer eye on her. Though usually not superstitious there was something about her that made him concerned.