*
" Aeryn?! Are you here, honey? Talk to me, baby...Aeryn!"
He could hear the echo of his voice, but the only answer he received was silence.
John blinked several times before he managed to open his eyes. It seemed that fate had once more conspired to lead him into the bowls of another research facility so he could be prodded and poked at by a bunch of madmen. It was like someone had slapped some sort of big sign on his ass. Why was it that trouble always came looking for him when he least wanted it to?
He should have known something would happen just as everything seemed to be picture perfect. Once again he had been frelled by fate. John would surely have laughed at his predicament if he had the will left to do so.
He winced slightly as the memory resurfaced of the beam hitting Aeryn and him. They had both thought that they were not going to survive it, yet he should have known nothing was ever going to be that easy. There was no memory of what had happened between the moment of getting hit by that damn beam and the moment of waking up in another doc Frankenstein's laboratory.
Every muscle in his body ached, even muscles in places he didn't even know he had. He tried to move, but something was refraining him. The culprits seemed to be devices placed around his ankles, his middle and his wrists. He definitely was not going anywhere, anytime soon.
If he had survived, Aeryn should have as well. That was at least one thing that gave him cause for hope. They had been through hell together and this would prove to be yet one more obstacle for them to overcome. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind that they would be able to come out of this situation alive and kicking.
His eyes absorbed every little detail about the room his unknown captors were holding him. Although he didn't have a plan, the pieces of the puzzle were already falling into place. But first he needed to do something else...he needed to get some rest, because without that he wouldn't even be able to pull anything off successfully.
At the very moment he finally closed his eyes, John heard the sound of a door sliding open. Thinking it was one of his captors he decided to play dead in the hopes of finding out something he would be able to use for his plan. He awaited the moment he would be examined, but it did not come.
John could vaguely make out footsteps coming towards him. Judging by the sounds they were created by someone who probably wasn't wearing any shoes at all. Even though his gut feeling told him to keep his eyes shut, he opened them to see the person who had entered the room.
The truth was that he had expected some kind of hideous and weird looking critter instead the shock of what he saw caused him to scream.
" No!! How could you do this, you frelling bastards!?! You had no right to!"
Tears rolled down his face as he looked at the little child standing beside the slab he was strapped onto. There was no mistake...this boy was his and Aeryn's son. The boy was dressed in what was commonly described on Earth as a hospital gown and he looked like he was at least two years old. A pair of curious blue eyes stared back at him. Aeryn's eyes.
A couple of minutes past before John spoke again. " Hey kid...can you understand me? Do you know what I'm saying?"
The only response he got was in form of a frown appearing on the boy's face.
"Guess not..." John smiled sadly. " Well, that means I'll have to find another way to get us out of here and that's a promise, kid. You, me and your mommy are getting out of this jam alive even if it's the last thing I'll ever do."
The boy smiled at him and stepped towards him. His hands tried to touch John's, but he was unable to reach him. The boy's head violently turned towards another area of the room and he backed away from John. There was a door situated in the part of the room where the boy's attention was focussed upon and as John heard the voices, he knew that this time around his captors were really coming for him.
He instinctively knew that his son would be in serious trouble if those people found him. Who even knew what they were planning to do with the boy? John wasn't going to let his flesh and blood grow up as a laboratory rat.
"You need to hide, kiddo. I don't know what they want to do with you, but you don't want to get caught by them."
When John looked at the spot where his son had been standing, the boy had magically disappeared and he was nowhere to be seen. A small voice in his head was telling him that the boy had just been an illusion, but he chose to ignore it. There were other important things to concentrate on.
John started to laugh hysterically as two aliens stepped through the door and into the laboratory. It was obvious to him that they had been unprepared and surprised to see him awake, lucid and awaiting their next move.
They had absolutely no idea of what they had gotten themselves into when they had decided to take John Crichton for a ride, but they were going to find out and regret their decision.
*
" Aeryn?! Are you here, honey? Talk to me, baby...Aeryn!"
He could hear the echo of his voice, but the only answer he received was silence.
John blinked several times before he managed to open his eyes. It seemed that fate had once more conspired to lead him into the bowls of another research facility so he could be prodded and poked at by a bunch of madmen. It was like someone had slapped some sort of big sign on his ass. Why was it that trouble always came looking for him when he least wanted it to?
He should have known something would happen just as everything seemed to be picture perfect. Once again he had been frelled by fate. John would surely have laughed at his predicament if he had the will left to do so.
He winced slightly as the memory resurfaced of the beam hitting Aeryn and him. They had both thought that they were not going to survive it, yet he should have known nothing was ever going to be that easy. There was no memory of what had happened between the moment of getting hit by that damn beam and the moment of waking up in another doc Frankenstein's laboratory.
Every muscle in his body ached, even muscles in places he didn't even know he had. He tried to move, but something was refraining him. The culprits seemed to be devices placed around his ankles, his middle and his wrists. He definitely was not going anywhere, anytime soon.
If he had survived, Aeryn should have as well. That was at least one thing that gave him cause for hope. They had been through hell together and this would prove to be yet one more obstacle for them to overcome. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind that they would be able to come out of this situation alive and kicking.
His eyes absorbed every little detail about the room his unknown captors were holding him. Although he didn't have a plan, the pieces of the puzzle were already falling into place. But first he needed to do something else...he needed to get some rest, because without that he wouldn't even be able to pull anything off successfully.
At the very moment he finally closed his eyes, John heard the sound of a door sliding open. Thinking it was one of his captors he decided to play dead in the hopes of finding out something he would be able to use for his plan. He awaited the moment he would be examined, but it did not come.
John could vaguely make out footsteps coming towards him. Judging by the sounds they were created by someone who probably wasn't wearing any shoes at all. Even though his gut feeling told him to keep his eyes shut, he opened them to see the person who had entered the room.
The truth was that he had expected some kind of hideous and weird looking critter instead the shock of what he saw caused him to scream.
" No!! How could you do this, you frelling bastards!?! You had no right to!"
Tears rolled down his face as he looked at the little child standing beside the slab he was strapped onto. There was no mistake...this boy was his and Aeryn's son. The boy was dressed in what was commonly described on Earth as a hospital gown and he looked like he was at least two years old. A pair of curious blue eyes stared back at him. Aeryn's eyes.
A couple of minutes past before John spoke again. " Hey kid...can you understand me? Do you know what I'm saying?"
The only response he got was in form of a frown appearing on the boy's face.
"Guess not..." John smiled sadly. " Well, that means I'll have to find another way to get us out of here and that's a promise, kid. You, me and your mommy are getting out of this jam alive even if it's the last thing I'll ever do."
The boy smiled at him and stepped towards him. His hands tried to touch John's, but he was unable to reach him. The boy's head violently turned towards another area of the room and he backed away from John. There was a door situated in the part of the room where the boy's attention was focussed upon and as John heard the voices, he knew that this time around his captors were really coming for him.
He instinctively knew that his son would be in serious trouble if those people found him. Who even knew what they were planning to do with the boy? John wasn't going to let his flesh and blood grow up as a laboratory rat.
"You need to hide, kiddo. I don't know what they want to do with you, but you don't want to get caught by them."
When John looked at the spot where his son had been standing, the boy had magically disappeared and he was nowhere to be seen. A small voice in his head was telling him that the boy had just been an illusion, but he chose to ignore it. There were other important things to concentrate on.
John started to laugh hysterically as two aliens stepped through the door and into the laboratory. It was obvious to him that they had been unprepared and surprised to see him awake, lucid and awaiting their next move.
They had absolutely no idea of what they had gotten themselves into when they had decided to take John Crichton for a ride, but they were going to find out and regret their decision.
*
