Untitled a.k.a. Bring me to Life, Part 3
Rating: PG-13
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Unseeing eyes stared forward with a almost desperate intensity. If she still had the ability to see, her eyes would have been looking at a pile of small black and red colored crystals. It just wasn't fair...that one pile of crystals represented all that physically remained of John and Aeryn in this universe. Chiana felt like screaming, but found herself crying instead.
She didn't even know how long she had been standing there, just staring at something she couldn't even see. It could be minutes, but it could also be hours and at this point Chiana didn't even care. D'Argo had been the one to bring her to the cargobay, so she could spend some time alone in there.
She could still hear D'Argo cry out in pain and had immediately known something had gone very wrong. Little did she expect that her lover's anguish meant that her friends were never going to be able to return back to Moya again.
"Well, old man that was certainly one hezmana of a way to go. I guess you wouldn't have wanted any other way. At...at least you were with Aeryn when it happened," Chiana laughed nervously as she tried to wipe the tears from her eyes.
Her fingers trailed her neck until they found what they had been searching for. The ring John had given Aeryn dangled on the necklace she was wearing. Chiana just couldn't bear to part with it. It had belonged to John's mother before she had died and Chiana felt obligated to hold on to it, because even though there was a very slim chance of finding Earth again she wanted to return the ring to John's family. It was the least she could do and her way of honoring John and Aeryn's memory.
She turned her head as she heard the familiar sound of Rygel's thronesled approaching from a distance. Yet even if she hadn't managed to pick that up, she could have heard him arguing two tiers up from where she was.
" You are frelling farhbot, Stark. You were fahrbot the last time I saw you and as unbelievable as this may sound you are making even less sense than you did then," the little dominar voiced as he entered the cargobay trailing behind Stark.
"No, no, no...you will see Rygel," Stark replied as he passed Chiana and halted at the boat. " I will prove it to you and I will make Zhaan proud of me. She wanted me to do this. She wants me to find out..."
"Find out what? What's going on, Rygel? What the frell is Stark talking about?" Chiana inquired curiously. Her hands reached out to find the dominar's thronesled and when they finally did she grabbed hold of it.
"That welnitz thinks he can prove that Aeryn and Crichton are still alive. He says that Zhaan told him that they weren't dead," Rygel stated, looking at the blind Nebari. " I do not think his search for Zhaan and his imprisonment by the Scarrans helped the frelled up state of his mind."
The dominar wondered if he should tell Chiana what Stark was planning to do, but decided against it. His Nebari crewmate had been through enough during the past couple of solar days and even though Stark was insane, he didn't deserve to die. Rygel knew that Chiana would be angry by what Stark intended to do and even it even made Rygel feel uncomfortable and uneasy. After all that pile consisting out of crystals were Crichton and Aeryn's remains.
Stark dropped down on his knees and grabbed a handful of crystals from the boat. He opened his hands and gazed at the crystals he was holding. A triumphant smile apeared on his features as he turned to look over his shoulder. " Yes. Yes. Zhaan was right. I was right. John and Aeryn are not here. Not here at all."
" Of course they are not here. They're dead, Stark," Rygel sneered. "We all saw them die at the hands of that unknown alien craft that attacked them."
"No...no. You don't understand, Rygel. I cannot sense them. I always sense the dead...I help them cross over. I help them find peace," Stark paused as he watched the crystals fall back onto the boards of the boat.
" Are you saying what I think you're saying, Stark?" Chiana asked, still somewhat shocked by the implications of what Stark was hinting at. She did not want to get her hopes up and more importantly she didn't even dare to voice her hopes out loud.
" Aeryn Sun and John Crichton are not dead...they are still alive."
Maybe the universe wasn't as frelled up as she had believed it to be...maybe she should try and have a little bit more faith in fate.
*
Her vision seemed somewhat blurred as she opened her eyes. The faint traces of a headache lingered inside her skull along with an annoying buzzing sound. She was clear enough of mind to deduct that she wasn't on Moya, but where had she been taken if that was true?
Aeryn knew that she wasn't among friends and there was no way of finding out what could have happened to her. She prayed that the baby was allright and that John was as well.
John Crichton and his timing.
The last thing she remembered was kissing John as the beam had hit them. After welcoming death it seemed strange to find out that she had been granted to live another day. Aeryn instinctively knew that John was not in the same room as she was or she would have heard him by now.
Aeryn Sun stirred as she heard a voice faintly nearby. Trying to raise her arms, she felt something restricting them from any kind of movement. A prisoner then. She turned her head in search of the person who belonged to the voice she had heard. It didn't not take to find what she was looking for.
To her left an alien, unlike anything she had ever seen or heard of, sat in a chair and gazed back at her with a stern and disapproving look on his face.
" You should not be moving as much as you are. You're attempts are quite futile. You should rest instead. The procedure took a lot out of you and you barely survived it."
"Procedure?" Aeryn repeated somewhat dumbfounded. She was fearing the answer that would come and quickly looked at her stomach. Everything looked normal, but she had the nagging feeling something was wrong. They had done something to her baby.
" Yes," the alien nodded. " We were intrigued by what we found inside you and decided to study it further. We took the lifeform growing inside your womb and accelerated its growth, so we would be able to follow its stages of development."
Aeryn turned away her head and tried to fight the tears that were forming in her eyes, but it was to no avail. She had not survived the Scarrans, so that her baby could be taken away from her by others who wanted to use it to their advantage.
Aeryn would use her rage and anger to her advantage. Once she had found a way out of this place, she would make them pay for what they had down to her, the baby and John.
*
" Hi there! I would love to shake your hands and all, but it seems that I'm a bit tied up at the moment," John laughed as his eyes met those of the surprised aliens. They didn't look particularly happy. " It looks like I woke up a lil' bit too early for you guys. Unfortunately I kind of have the habit of doing exactly the opposite of what people want or expect me to do. I guess that's just part of my charm."
The aliens exchanged looks and proceeded to head towards him. One of them picked up a syringe from a nearby table. John didn't need to ask to know what they were planning to do. He might yet have a surprise up his sleeve for his two captors if everything went according to plan.
Another laugh escaped his throat as alien number two stuck the needle in his arm and emptied the contents of the syringe in his bloodstream.
" Hey Harvey 2.0, where are you at?" John hollered as he walked around an abandoned playground. Large shadows were cast by trees surrounding the playground, covering almost everything. It looked like people hadn't been visiting the place for quite some time. " I know you're around here somewhere. Come out, come out, where ever you are!"
He heard a squeaky noise coming from behind him. John turned around fast enough to see Harvey's face appearing from out of the shadows. At least the neural clone wasn't dressed in a bunny outfit anymore. It had become more than just obvious that Harvey had found out what had inspired John to give him that particular name.
" I'm right here, John..."
" I need to talk to you," John spoke softly as he picked a small piece of rock from the ground and tossed it away. " I need you to help me out."
" And why should I help you, John? You did after all betray Scorpius after he helped you get Aeryn Sun back from the Scarrans. You were going to leave him in the hands of the Scarrans," the neural clone shrugged.
" Okay fine, if you want to play it that way. Just remember that I actually helped him out in the end by nuking those plants to kingdom come. How do you think good ol' Scorpy will react when he finds out those frelling aliens killed me? For me to say that he won't be pleased would be a huge understatement, because if I'm dead he'll never get the wormhole technology he so desperately wants or even the chance to convince me to use it to totally destroy the Scarran empire. I thought that the one thing that matters to you above all was to stay alive, but if I die..."
"I'm quite aware of that, John. Scorpius would not be pleased if anything were to happen to you and whether you want it or not you are important to him," Harvey stated as he retreated back into the shadows.
"Got any last words of advice, Harv?" John asked with a grin plastered all over his face. He was glad it had gone without a hitch for once. The truth of the matter was that without Harvey's escaping from his captors would have become much more difficult.
"Don't do antyhing stupid, John."
*
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Unseeing eyes stared forward with a almost desperate intensity. If she still had the ability to see, her eyes would have been looking at a pile of small black and red colored crystals. It just wasn't fair...that one pile of crystals represented all that physically remained of John and Aeryn in this universe. Chiana felt like screaming, but found herself crying instead.
She didn't even know how long she had been standing there, just staring at something she couldn't even see. It could be minutes, but it could also be hours and at this point Chiana didn't even care. D'Argo had been the one to bring her to the cargobay, so she could spend some time alone in there.
She could still hear D'Argo cry out in pain and had immediately known something had gone very wrong. Little did she expect that her lover's anguish meant that her friends were never going to be able to return back to Moya again.
"Well, old man that was certainly one hezmana of a way to go. I guess you wouldn't have wanted any other way. At...at least you were with Aeryn when it happened," Chiana laughed nervously as she tried to wipe the tears from her eyes.
Her fingers trailed her neck until they found what they had been searching for. The ring John had given Aeryn dangled on the necklace she was wearing. Chiana just couldn't bear to part with it. It had belonged to John's mother before she had died and Chiana felt obligated to hold on to it, because even though there was a very slim chance of finding Earth again she wanted to return the ring to John's family. It was the least she could do and her way of honoring John and Aeryn's memory.
She turned her head as she heard the familiar sound of Rygel's thronesled approaching from a distance. Yet even if she hadn't managed to pick that up, she could have heard him arguing two tiers up from where she was.
" You are frelling farhbot, Stark. You were fahrbot the last time I saw you and as unbelievable as this may sound you are making even less sense than you did then," the little dominar voiced as he entered the cargobay trailing behind Stark.
"No, no, no...you will see Rygel," Stark replied as he passed Chiana and halted at the boat. " I will prove it to you and I will make Zhaan proud of me. She wanted me to do this. She wants me to find out..."
"Find out what? What's going on, Rygel? What the frell is Stark talking about?" Chiana inquired curiously. Her hands reached out to find the dominar's thronesled and when they finally did she grabbed hold of it.
"That welnitz thinks he can prove that Aeryn and Crichton are still alive. He says that Zhaan told him that they weren't dead," Rygel stated, looking at the blind Nebari. " I do not think his search for Zhaan and his imprisonment by the Scarrans helped the frelled up state of his mind."
The dominar wondered if he should tell Chiana what Stark was planning to do, but decided against it. His Nebari crewmate had been through enough during the past couple of solar days and even though Stark was insane, he didn't deserve to die. Rygel knew that Chiana would be angry by what Stark intended to do and even it even made Rygel feel uncomfortable and uneasy. After all that pile consisting out of crystals were Crichton and Aeryn's remains.
Stark dropped down on his knees and grabbed a handful of crystals from the boat. He opened his hands and gazed at the crystals he was holding. A triumphant smile apeared on his features as he turned to look over his shoulder. " Yes. Yes. Zhaan was right. I was right. John and Aeryn are not here. Not here at all."
" Of course they are not here. They're dead, Stark," Rygel sneered. "We all saw them die at the hands of that unknown alien craft that attacked them."
"No...no. You don't understand, Rygel. I cannot sense them. I always sense the dead...I help them cross over. I help them find peace," Stark paused as he watched the crystals fall back onto the boards of the boat.
" Are you saying what I think you're saying, Stark?" Chiana asked, still somewhat shocked by the implications of what Stark was hinting at. She did not want to get her hopes up and more importantly she didn't even dare to voice her hopes out loud.
" Aeryn Sun and John Crichton are not dead...they are still alive."
Maybe the universe wasn't as frelled up as she had believed it to be...maybe she should try and have a little bit more faith in fate.
*
Her vision seemed somewhat blurred as she opened her eyes. The faint traces of a headache lingered inside her skull along with an annoying buzzing sound. She was clear enough of mind to deduct that she wasn't on Moya, but where had she been taken if that was true?
Aeryn knew that she wasn't among friends and there was no way of finding out what could have happened to her. She prayed that the baby was allright and that John was as well.
John Crichton and his timing.
The last thing she remembered was kissing John as the beam had hit them. After welcoming death it seemed strange to find out that she had been granted to live another day. Aeryn instinctively knew that John was not in the same room as she was or she would have heard him by now.
Aeryn Sun stirred as she heard a voice faintly nearby. Trying to raise her arms, she felt something restricting them from any kind of movement. A prisoner then. She turned her head in search of the person who belonged to the voice she had heard. It didn't not take to find what she was looking for.
To her left an alien, unlike anything she had ever seen or heard of, sat in a chair and gazed back at her with a stern and disapproving look on his face.
" You should not be moving as much as you are. You're attempts are quite futile. You should rest instead. The procedure took a lot out of you and you barely survived it."
"Procedure?" Aeryn repeated somewhat dumbfounded. She was fearing the answer that would come and quickly looked at her stomach. Everything looked normal, but she had the nagging feeling something was wrong. They had done something to her baby.
" Yes," the alien nodded. " We were intrigued by what we found inside you and decided to study it further. We took the lifeform growing inside your womb and accelerated its growth, so we would be able to follow its stages of development."
Aeryn turned away her head and tried to fight the tears that were forming in her eyes, but it was to no avail. She had not survived the Scarrans, so that her baby could be taken away from her by others who wanted to use it to their advantage.
Aeryn would use her rage and anger to her advantage. Once she had found a way out of this place, she would make them pay for what they had down to her, the baby and John.
*
" Hi there! I would love to shake your hands and all, but it seems that I'm a bit tied up at the moment," John laughed as his eyes met those of the surprised aliens. They didn't look particularly happy. " It looks like I woke up a lil' bit too early for you guys. Unfortunately I kind of have the habit of doing exactly the opposite of what people want or expect me to do. I guess that's just part of my charm."
The aliens exchanged looks and proceeded to head towards him. One of them picked up a syringe from a nearby table. John didn't need to ask to know what they were planning to do. He might yet have a surprise up his sleeve for his two captors if everything went according to plan.
Another laugh escaped his throat as alien number two stuck the needle in his arm and emptied the contents of the syringe in his bloodstream.
" Hey Harvey 2.0, where are you at?" John hollered as he walked around an abandoned playground. Large shadows were cast by trees surrounding the playground, covering almost everything. It looked like people hadn't been visiting the place for quite some time. " I know you're around here somewhere. Come out, come out, where ever you are!"
He heard a squeaky noise coming from behind him. John turned around fast enough to see Harvey's face appearing from out of the shadows. At least the neural clone wasn't dressed in a bunny outfit anymore. It had become more than just obvious that Harvey had found out what had inspired John to give him that particular name.
" I'm right here, John..."
" I need to talk to you," John spoke softly as he picked a small piece of rock from the ground and tossed it away. " I need you to help me out."
" And why should I help you, John? You did after all betray Scorpius after he helped you get Aeryn Sun back from the Scarrans. You were going to leave him in the hands of the Scarrans," the neural clone shrugged.
" Okay fine, if you want to play it that way. Just remember that I actually helped him out in the end by nuking those plants to kingdom come. How do you think good ol' Scorpy will react when he finds out those frelling aliens killed me? For me to say that he won't be pleased would be a huge understatement, because if I'm dead he'll never get the wormhole technology he so desperately wants or even the chance to convince me to use it to totally destroy the Scarran empire. I thought that the one thing that matters to you above all was to stay alive, but if I die..."
"I'm quite aware of that, John. Scorpius would not be pleased if anything were to happen to you and whether you want it or not you are important to him," Harvey stated as he retreated back into the shadows.
"Got any last words of advice, Harv?" John asked with a grin plastered all over his face. He was glad it had gone without a hitch for once. The truth of the matter was that without Harvey's escaping from his captors would have become much more difficult.
"Don't do antyhing stupid, John."
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