Bring me to Life [4/?]
Rating: PG-13
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He wasn't going to let them know he had regained consciousness until it was already too late and he had knocked their asses out cold. They had removed his restraints thinking he wouldn't be much of threat in a unconscious state.
His captors couldn't have been more wrong. Why was it that everyone always underestimated what he was capable of? Especially considering his track record.
How many people died because of what he had done? Too many and he had a hard time living with that knowledge. And why had they died? Wormholes. The most sought after knowledge in these parts of the universe and he had it. Those people died, so even more could live.
He was sick and tired of being chased across the Uncharted Territories by Peacekeepers, Scarrans and God knows who else. Enough was enough. After four years of being the prey, the tables needed to be turned. He was no longer the John Crichton he had been when he had first arrived in the Uncharted Territories.
He felt like had been broken into all sorts of different pieces by all those individuals who had messed with his head during the past four years.
Sometimes he couldn't even look at his face in the mirror, because he didn't like what he saw in his own eyes. Pieces of a broken man. He wished he could just get the chance to put himself back together again.
However to be able to do that he first needed to get out of this place and grab Aeryn, the kid and fly to freedom.
"Here's Johnny!" he yelled, jumping off the table and lunging for the nearest alien. Using the element of surprise to his advantage John knocked the alien out cold through a combination of moves he had picked up from Aeryn.
One down and one to go.
Unfortunately alien number two didn't like what John had in store for him and bolted for the door.
" Where the frell do you think you are going, pinky? I wasn't through with you yet!" Swirling around John grabbed hold of his remaining captor and violently pinned him to the wall. The fear in the alien's eyes hadn't escaped John. In another time and another place he might have felt guilty for causing that, but considering what those aliens had done he really couldn't care less at the moment. " I need some answers and you are going to give 'em to me. Let's just start off with an easy one...what did you do to Aeryn!?"
" A...Aeryn?" the alien stammered.
"My wife, the center of my universe, my soulmate, my guiding star..." John spoke as he threw the alien on the floor. He watched as the alien tried to crawl away from him. "The woman who is carrying my child. Aeryn. Blue eyes, black hair, drop dead gorgeous and about this tall."
"The...the female that was with you..."
"Yes. What did you to do her?" John repeated as calm as he possible could. He had to restrain from physically hurting the alien any more than he already had done, because if he didn't he might not receive the information he needed.
" Our scans showed us she was with child. This offered an interesting opportunity for us and we decided to extract the hybrid lifeform from her womb to study it. Our machines brought the hybrid to life through the means of an artificial womb, in which we could speed up its growth."
"This child wouldn't happen to have black hair and blue eyes like his mother would it?" John asked, his voice slightly wavering. He already knew the answer to his question, but he needed the alien to confirm it as well. The fact that those aliens were capable of rationalizing their actions in the name of science disgusted him.
The alien nodded in confirment, although he was unable to mask his surprise at John's question about the baby.
" Okay, great. Now that that's settled...question number two," John paused a brief moment before continuing. He figured that the alien would know where he was heading by now. "Where is Aeryn being held by you bozos?"
" She is in one of the nearby laboratories. Exit the door, turn left and head towards the end of the corridor. You will find her by entering the last door on your right. Your mate might still be affected by the surgical procedure and she will be closely monitored by at least one physician. Several guards are patrolling the area, you will not get far and you will never leave this base alive," the alien spat angrily.
" You really don't know who you are dealing with, do you?" John sighed as he used a pantak jab to hit the alien. He kneeled down on the floor to check if he had really rendered the alien unconscious. A smile flashed across his face. " My name is John Crichton and you'd be smart to remember it. You made a very big mistake by interrupting the happiest day of my life and you will come to regret everything you have done to my son, Aeryn and me. You pissed off the wrong kind of guy."
John found his leather jacket, his holster and Wynona laying on one of the exam tables nearby. He put on his jacket and strapped on his holster. Before placing Wynona back in his holster John gave her a good luck kiss. He couldn't afford to leave this place without Wynona. If there really were guards on patrol duty, he would need every bit of help he could get.
He also needed to find out where his son had been hiding all of this time. Communicating with him was somewhat of a problem since the boy couldn't even talk yet.
" Hey kiddo, it's safe to come out now..." John spoke, looking around the room for a glimpse of the little boy. He turned and walked towards the door where the boy had first emerged from. "I'm gonna take you to mommy and after that we are all going to go back home to Moya."
It was then that he felt something grabbing hold of his leg. Looking down he stared into the eyes of his son. The little boy's blue eyes had a determined look to them as his gaze met John's. It was uncanny to see how much of Aeryn he recognized in the boy's features.
He wondered if Aeryn had looked the same when she had been a child. Aeryn had been brought up as a Peacekeeper and John was going to make sure that his son was going to grow up in a loving family with his mother and father.
" Come on, son. It's time to go," John stated as he picked up his son. Carrying the boy on one arm and holding Wynona in his hand, John Crichton headed towards the door.
He had a mission to accomplish.
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He wasn't going to let them know he had regained consciousness until it was already too late and he had knocked their asses out cold. They had removed his restraints thinking he wouldn't be much of threat in a unconscious state.
His captors couldn't have been more wrong. Why was it that everyone always underestimated what he was capable of? Especially considering his track record.
How many people died because of what he had done? Too many and he had a hard time living with that knowledge. And why had they died? Wormholes. The most sought after knowledge in these parts of the universe and he had it. Those people died, so even more could live.
He was sick and tired of being chased across the Uncharted Territories by Peacekeepers, Scarrans and God knows who else. Enough was enough. After four years of being the prey, the tables needed to be turned. He was no longer the John Crichton he had been when he had first arrived in the Uncharted Territories.
He felt like had been broken into all sorts of different pieces by all those individuals who had messed with his head during the past four years.
Sometimes he couldn't even look at his face in the mirror, because he didn't like what he saw in his own eyes. Pieces of a broken man. He wished he could just get the chance to put himself back together again.
However to be able to do that he first needed to get out of this place and grab Aeryn, the kid and fly to freedom.
"Here's Johnny!" he yelled, jumping off the table and lunging for the nearest alien. Using the element of surprise to his advantage John knocked the alien out cold through a combination of moves he had picked up from Aeryn.
One down and one to go.
Unfortunately alien number two didn't like what John had in store for him and bolted for the door.
" Where the frell do you think you are going, pinky? I wasn't through with you yet!" Swirling around John grabbed hold of his remaining captor and violently pinned him to the wall. The fear in the alien's eyes hadn't escaped John. In another time and another place he might have felt guilty for causing that, but considering what those aliens had done he really couldn't care less at the moment. " I need some answers and you are going to give 'em to me. Let's just start off with an easy one...what did you do to Aeryn!?"
" A...Aeryn?" the alien stammered.
"My wife, the center of my universe, my soulmate, my guiding star..." John spoke as he threw the alien on the floor. He watched as the alien tried to crawl away from him. "The woman who is carrying my child. Aeryn. Blue eyes, black hair, drop dead gorgeous and about this tall."
"The...the female that was with you..."
"Yes. What did you to do her?" John repeated as calm as he possible could. He had to restrain from physically hurting the alien any more than he already had done, because if he didn't he might not receive the information he needed.
" Our scans showed us she was with child. This offered an interesting opportunity for us and we decided to extract the hybrid lifeform from her womb to study it. Our machines brought the hybrid to life through the means of an artificial womb, in which we could speed up its growth."
"This child wouldn't happen to have black hair and blue eyes like his mother would it?" John asked, his voice slightly wavering. He already knew the answer to his question, but he needed the alien to confirm it as well. The fact that those aliens were capable of rationalizing their actions in the name of science disgusted him.
The alien nodded in confirment, although he was unable to mask his surprise at John's question about the baby.
" Okay, great. Now that that's settled...question number two," John paused a brief moment before continuing. He figured that the alien would know where he was heading by now. "Where is Aeryn being held by you bozos?"
" She is in one of the nearby laboratories. Exit the door, turn left and head towards the end of the corridor. You will find her by entering the last door on your right. Your mate might still be affected by the surgical procedure and she will be closely monitored by at least one physician. Several guards are patrolling the area, you will not get far and you will never leave this base alive," the alien spat angrily.
" You really don't know who you are dealing with, do you?" John sighed as he used a pantak jab to hit the alien. He kneeled down on the floor to check if he had really rendered the alien unconscious. A smile flashed across his face. " My name is John Crichton and you'd be smart to remember it. You made a very big mistake by interrupting the happiest day of my life and you will come to regret everything you have done to my son, Aeryn and me. You pissed off the wrong kind of guy."
John found his leather jacket, his holster and Wynona laying on one of the exam tables nearby. He put on his jacket and strapped on his holster. Before placing Wynona back in his holster John gave her a good luck kiss. He couldn't afford to leave this place without Wynona. If there really were guards on patrol duty, he would need every bit of help he could get.
He also needed to find out where his son had been hiding all of this time. Communicating with him was somewhat of a problem since the boy couldn't even talk yet.
" Hey kiddo, it's safe to come out now..." John spoke, looking around the room for a glimpse of the little boy. He turned and walked towards the door where the boy had first emerged from. "I'm gonna take you to mommy and after that we are all going to go back home to Moya."
It was then that he felt something grabbing hold of his leg. Looking down he stared into the eyes of his son. The little boy's blue eyes had a determined look to them as his gaze met John's. It was uncanny to see how much of Aeryn he recognized in the boy's features.
He wondered if Aeryn had looked the same when she had been a child. Aeryn had been brought up as a Peacekeeper and John was going to make sure that his son was going to grow up in a loving family with his mother and father.
" Come on, son. It's time to go," John stated as he picked up his son. Carrying the boy on one arm and holding Wynona in his hand, John Crichton headed towards the door.
He had a mission to accomplish.
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