Title: When Worlds Collide
Author: sassy_lion
Summary: Aeryn and John are having a wonderful weeken to themselves, when Aeryn goes missing and John finds a Peacekeeper plot that seems too unbelievable (somehow all my stories, as of late, get the PK treatment), only to get help from an unlikely source...
Spoilers: A little more than 5 months after season 3. John and Aeryn are back together, as they should be!
Disclaimer: Rockne owns the world. I just live and play in it, I really can't ask for more...
Archiving: If you want it, take it. Send me a note.
Beta: Iris Green, a trusty Hitachi computer, and Rusty- my piece of shit computer.
Feedback: PLEASE. I need it! Compliments will be shined and placed in a display case. Flames will be used to blow new glass. (yes, I know how to do it too!)
Author's Notes: 1) I am person who HATES to do story outlines ahead of time. It just throws me off and makes me lose my concentration. 2) I am a nocturnal 18-year-old, so if you find a mistake (regarding space-time or just normal time) it just means I had to be up for at least part of the day. 3) You'll find a couple of anime references in a lot of my stories. No anime belongs to me, and in a way I want to strangle Lizzy for giving me excuses to watch more and more TV every week. Most of my references will be Gundam Wing, Cowboy Bebop, or Outlaw Star, but there others.... **Dogma reference: that doesn't belong to me either.** 4) To everyone: I am working on about four stories at once, so please forgive me if I don't post as frequently as I usually have been. I hope you guys enjoy!
Shout-Outs: The biggest thanks go to [always] Lizzy (aka pinky) for endlessly listening to me bitch and moan about EVERYTHING from my works, your works, your spelling problems (quit complaining, you know I luv ya!), being broke, and trying to borrow all your stuff, instead of getting my own copies. Why do you put up with me anyway? Amy for being a nit-pick and noticing EVERY spelling and grammar error in this vapid little excuse to get away from my loud and crowding family life. I don't think I could ever get this story up without the help, EXCEPTIONAL work. Thank you, and I hope you feel better soon. Maren, for no other reason than she is as crazy as me (and I hope she is proud of it!) Vaidah and Dawn

EXTRA NOTE: I haven't written on this story in so so long, so forgive me if there are some errors… Unbetaed at the moment. Forgive the lines above and below…

When Worlds Collide

Chapter 7: Listen to Reason

Zahir paced the Command center aboard Loki nervously. It had been another solar day following Scorpius's command ship which he had learned was one of the new carriers High Command had developed called a Lancer. It's already been a weeken or more since Tara and the others were captured...

Captain Chatto had taken the initiative and separated the two crews once he had learned of the movement against First Command. One crew was aboard the command carrier still in the dark about the Resistance, except for a few loyal officers while all of the supporters had been transferred to Loki.

"So what will we do, Captain?" Bishall Trilan asked as he eased into Command carrying two cups of Tarska tea and a worried look on his face. Since he had entered the Resistance a little more than a monen earlier, he had become close to the human woman and he felt a sort of sadness at not having her around to cheer him and Zahir up when things weren't looking so good.

"At the moment, continue to follow. Since both our ships are still out of sensor range of the Lancer. I'm a little surprised High Command's new ship doesn't have better sensors. We will wait until the Lancer stops and we will then mount a rescue mission. Brantam is in agreement now that he knows the stakes."

"Are you sure he won't betray the Resistance?" Bishall handed a mug to Zahir and sat down at the strategy table. He was thankful that most of the small crew was in the middle of the sleep cycle and he had a chance to speak to Zahir alone.

"He knows what First Command would give for this information, but he feels some sort of obligation to us. I don't know why or how, but I know he won't betray us."

"Captain Luca," Pilot's voice rang out through Command rich with a sort of excitement, "I have received word from another Leviathan that the... Lancer has stopped at a nearby commerce planet."

"Does the Leviathan have a name, Pilot?"

"Loki informs me that it is... Moya." her voice sounded pleased at the announcement.

Zahir smiled and nodded back. "How far are we from the planet?"

"About 27 arns."

"Once the shifts start, announce to all crew members the information." Zahir nodded to Pilot and trudged off to his quarters.

*-*-*-*-*

John had been in the chair once again. Tara could hear the screams come from down the hall as her brother was tortured once again for the wormhole information inside his head. In a strange grief-induced kind of way, Tara was glad that she was done being in that chair. Scorpius had purged all the memories from her mind and left her alone the last three solar days. She knew they were trying to get John to admit about the Resistance, but Tara had told him nothing, so it was a useless effort that was causing more harm than good.

Even Aeryn had been exposed to the chair once, but her memories yielded no results other than a way to blackmail John for that damned information through the baby she was carrying.

As of the last solar day, Tara let certain information slip to John about what had happened all those years he had been away from Earth, when he had finally asked.

He asked everything from sports to politics and she had given him fully truthful answers. She also told him other stuff that had happened since he had left from the September 11 attacks so many years ago that changed America for a whole, World War III, to the building of the space gates and the colonies that had been formed to how she had had a life on Centinnal.

She didn't care anymore that people on board the ship knew what her life had been like before space, her top priority had become finding a way to stop Scorpius from using the Resistance information against them.

So when an unconscious John was thrown back into the small cell by the same annoying guard as before, Tara immediately crawled over to her brother and tried to wake him up. "John," she shook him softly, "wake up. Come on wake up." A moment later, she realized that the last session had completely drained him of all his energy. "Oh, frell." she muttered as she pulled off the coat she had refused to take off since day one.

Aeryn noticed the bonding tattoo poking out of the bottom of her short-sleeve shirt as Tara wrapped the jacket into a ball and set it under John's head. "What is it?" she asked Tara softly.

"He's completely drained. He didn't even respond when I shook him, and he has every other time I tried."

"What can we do?"

"Nothing at the moment. If he doesn't wake up in the next few arns, we'll have to figure out some way to get him conscious again." Tara sighed and fell back to the wall, her head pillowed by her arms.

*-*-*-*-*

"Are you sure about this, Captain?" Trillan asked as he stepped into Command and looked directly at his captain.

"Not completely, but it is one of the only things I can think of trying." Zahir moved from one console to another, trying to keep his attention off of the impending confrontation. "Besides, we know that those on Moya will help in any way possible." He turned to the clamshell and nodded to Pilot.

The screen changed from the endless stars to the face of an angry Luxan. "Peacekeepers!" he shouted.

"No, no, no, Luxan, not exactly. We are asking you and your crew for help rescuing one of our crew...."

"We will not help Peacekeepers."

"... and recover two of your own in the process, named John Crichton and Aeryn Sun." Zahir finished, ignoring the interruption.

The Luxan's eyes softened slightly at the mentioning of John and Aeryn. Zahir heard two small gasps in the background, assuming others were there on Command,  and D'Argo spoke up once again, "We are listening."

Chatto nodded and began to tell the crew of Moya his plan and how they would be involved. Chiana and Jool had surfaced from the edges of the screen during the explanation and nodded as he once again asked for the help.

Zahir smiled as the screen went blank after two arns of productive communication. Tara and the others will be so surprised. he thought as he exited his own Command deck and headed for his and Tara's quarters.