Out of Focus.
By: Morgana
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters, the Jim Henson Company does, and.whoever else. Just using them for a moment. No beta so please excuse all mistakes. Just rated as a shippy ficlet.
John looked up at the stars from where he reclined on the window-seal on Moya. Yes, there was the brightest star to the right just above the planet they orbit. He couldn't remember what they call this little planet and really didn't care. His interest was just on that one bright star. It was to guide him home.to take him safely across the vastness to reach that special one that waited for him. The one that had been taken from him.his one true love.
Love the word rolled around in his mind like an old fine wine. The taste was sweet and tart.like his lover. His mind couldn't focus.couldn't latched onto a solid thought only his guiding star.his love had been taken from him.
Love.yes he had to focus on that.according to Webster it meant.attraction based on sexual desire, tenderness, admiration, benevolence, common interests. ah.warm attachment, enthusiasm, devotion.ah.unselfish loyal, benevolent concern for another.oh god.
His mind raced trying to refocus on the meaning of love.no lover.a man in love with a woman.. A woman loves a man.two people in love with one another.god why had they taken his lover away from him?
A single tear ran down his cheek to splash on his hand holding onto his mother's rings. What did Webster know of love this crazy four-letter word fuel by emotions? It was an affection that led men and women to do the unthinkable.war.betrayal.why was his soul mate taken from him.
He wiped the tear away with the back of his hand as he turned his red eyes back to that one bright star.love.Aeryn.lover.Aeryn.guiding star.Aeryn.life. Aeryn.death. where had they taken his life.
John Crichton couldn't focus on the universe around him when his center was missing.
By: Morgana
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters, the Jim Henson Company does, and.whoever else. Just using them for a moment. No beta so please excuse all mistakes. Just rated as a shippy ficlet.
John looked up at the stars from where he reclined on the window-seal on Moya. Yes, there was the brightest star to the right just above the planet they orbit. He couldn't remember what they call this little planet and really didn't care. His interest was just on that one bright star. It was to guide him home.to take him safely across the vastness to reach that special one that waited for him. The one that had been taken from him.his one true love.
Love the word rolled around in his mind like an old fine wine. The taste was sweet and tart.like his lover. His mind couldn't focus.couldn't latched onto a solid thought only his guiding star.his love had been taken from him.
Love.yes he had to focus on that.according to Webster it meant.attraction based on sexual desire, tenderness, admiration, benevolence, common interests. ah.warm attachment, enthusiasm, devotion.ah.unselfish loyal, benevolent concern for another.oh god.
His mind raced trying to refocus on the meaning of love.no lover.a man in love with a woman.. A woman loves a man.two people in love with one another.god why had they taken his lover away from him?
A single tear ran down his cheek to splash on his hand holding onto his mother's rings. What did Webster know of love this crazy four-letter word fuel by emotions? It was an affection that led men and women to do the unthinkable.war.betrayal.why was his soul mate taken from him.
He wiped the tear away with the back of his hand as he turned his red eyes back to that one bright star.love.Aeryn.lover.Aeryn.guiding star.Aeryn.life. Aeryn.death. where had they taken his life.
John Crichton couldn't focus on the universe around him when his center was missing.