Star-Crossed Lovers
By: DekotaSkye
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters, the Jim Henson Company does, and.whoever else. I'm just using the characters for a moment in fun and entertainment. Special thanks to past Betas for their hard work in keeping me straight. All new mistakes in some new changes are mine. Spoilers: Somewhere in between 3rd and 4th season. Alternate road. Rated: PG-13 Language
(Note part of a song's words are from 'I Hate You Then I Love You' song by Celine Dion. Music by Tony Renis and others.)
Part 1: Discovery
The wind had been blowing since daybreak, scattering the leaves from the surrounding red trees lined against the walls of the hostel and refreshment house. Hurling them towards the dark, distant hills, as the fading light of the evening consumed them. The drizzle that had started at mid-day gradually becomes a heavy downpour.
To R'tcar, the owner and proprietor of the hostel named Star-Crossed Ways, it merely caused annoyance. Bad weather was no blessing for his business; just extra, the work for him dealing with customers frustrated at having to wait for the acidic rains to stop. His hostel was situated at the crossroads intersecting with the northern and eastern roads to the spaceport and the grand Citadel.
R'tcar watched with a critical eye as the server laid the table for the last meal. The last customer looked like one of these peacekeepers he had seldom seen in these parts. The man looked dangerous, but he had credits. All he had requested was a private room to eat and sleep with no interruptions. R'tcar ordered the server to be quick in serving their newest customer's meal.
His wife came into the room. "The Peacekeeper's sleeping room on the next level is ready, R'tcar. Did you put that foul-smelling Peacekeeper in our best private eating room?"
Motioning with his hands as he shushed his wife, "No, no, Zhao. Keep your voice down; you don't have to speak so loud. I have him in the other. "
Zhao snorted and made her way over to a group of servers. R'tcar smiled to himself, mentally rubbing his palms together in anticipation of the large amount extra credits he knew he would be receiving despite having to deal with frustrated clientele. Maybe not too bad a night's work after all, R'tcar thought.
John Crichton, to the contrary, was not smiling as he gazed moodily out of the rain-spattered windows. He felt enraged! Why did everyone else know what was better for him then he did? So, he wanted to leave Moya and come to the commerce planet by himself. Nooo. the poor crazy human needed a warden." He snorted in disgust.
He took a deep drink of raslak. He had left Moya after informing Pilot that he would be back in four solar days, and he warned everyone to just leave him alone for once! John didn't want or need their help. Pilot had been quiet for a time before acknowledging the message. No one opposed him as he left.
He stood gazing blindly out of the window of the private dinning room, when a knock on the door broke into his thoughts.
"Yes, enter!" John turned, at the interruption.
"Sir, your meal is prepared and awaiting for you. May I serve?" The server announced.
"Yes, please enter." John answered. He continued to stand by the window, as the man placed the food on the table. Bowing slightly he left without a word.
The aroma of the food was appetizing; he had no appetite. Turning back to the window, he gazed into the rainy darkness. Images ran like an old movie reel in his head of Aeryn and the other Crichton having quite a play day of great sex. A tear ran down his cheek, he roughly rubbed it away. No woman was worth the pain. Just forget her and go on with your life. The universe is large, and there were alot more beautiful women around for you, she was nothing more then a Peacekeeper bitc. John shook his head violently. NO! his wordless thought's screamed out.
He went over to the table, sitting down he picked up the fork and stared at his food. Without touching it, he left to go to his sleeping room.
************
An arn later after tossing and turning John went downstairs to the refreshment house to find a good stiff drink to help put him out. Sitting comfortable in winged-back chair he was partially concealed from anyone in the room.
A figure in a long gray clock pushed open the heavy oak-like door of the refreshment house. Rain poured in, as the lone pilgrim sought shelter from the malevolent storm.
"Close that frelling door, or are you trying to poison us for your own sadistic pleasure?" came a threatening voice from the long table in the middle of the room.
The figure hastily struggled to close the heavy door against the tempest raging outside. The door broke from the person's grasp, allowing another sheet of acidic rain to enter the room.
"Frelling imbecile! Where is the proprietor?" The voice complained. "Proprietor, where in the dren are you?"
A tall form rose from the depths of one of the chairs at the end of the table, and stood menacingly. He snarled, "Secure the door, or I will throw you back out in the storm."
Another man sitting near the door moved over to help close it. The struggling figure felt an added weight, and the offending door was shut with a slam. When the door closed the cloak figure moved into the room without glancing back at her rescuer, went and stood in front of the heating unit, stretching out cold, slender hands to the warmth. The hood concealed the face from all the patrons' view in the room.
R'tcar came bustling in. He saw the lone figure, cloaked in a dark blue cape- steam rising from the wet material.
"Welcome to Star-Crossed Way," he beamed as the cloaked figure turned. "May I be of service?"
The hood was lowered to reveal a beautiful woman. "Yes, I will need a private room for the night."
All of the patrons in the room had ignored the cloaked figure, until the low, husky notes of a very feminine voice startled them from their thoughts. She spoke in a soft deep throat manner that had an unconscious seductiveness about it. Everyone's eyes turn in her direction as they watched her removed the hood of the cloak to reveal a perfect profile with a straight, narrow nose and a well-proportioned mouth. Her long bright red hair glowing richly from the muted lighting caught their eyes.
The man who had complained at her entranced stood up in surprise. "Well look what we have here.a little Sebacean tralk. Come over here and we can warm each other up."
She stood silently for a brief microt looking at the man. R'tcar stood silent, his assessment of his latest guest changing rapidly. He blanched when he clearly saw her face-the smile no longer reached his eyes.
"Is there a place I could take a meal and a room?" She inquired again.
The man behind her didn't like being dismissed. His friends laughed, teasing him for his lack of charm. He rapidly approached the woman, and grabbed her by the arm. That was the first and last mistake he made that night. He fell to the floor unconscious. Her green frosty eyes ran over the other men daring them to act or say anything. None of them even moved to help their companion.
R'tcar mumbled out. "Please I want no trouble here."
"I don't either. I am sorry for the mess. I just need a meal and a room for the night and I will cause you no more inconvenience. Can you help me?"
"Yes, this way I have one room left." The proprietor led the woman off hurriedly.
Crichton had watched the action from his seat. When the man had grabbed the woman, he stiffened ready to help if he needed to. The only other time he had seen that movement was from a peacekeeper. He noticed that R'tcar had recognized the woman, and was afraid.
Frell, that means there were other Peacekeepers on the planet. He finished off his drink, and headed back to his room. He felt a little fuzzy when he reached his room. Glancing back down the hall it swayed left then tilted to the right. He managed to open the door and stumble in. What in the frell, did they serve him? He felt so warm and foggy.blundering to the bed he sat down stiffly.he shook his head. Big mistake. Everything blackened out for a moment. His brain couldn't latch on to any straight thoughts. He need to.. Sleep.yeah he'll go to sleep. His body must have agreed with his mind for he fell face first into the soft bedding. The door opened allowing a dark figure to step in noticing the sleeping Crichton.
*******************
The next morning. John felt like his world had turned all upside down. Hazy mists drifted through his mind in lazy swirls.
I'd like to run away from you But if I were to leave you I would die I'd like to break the chains you put around me And yet I'll never try..
Mmmm.hmmmm.. hmmmm.. Oooh.his head ached.
Impossible to live with you, But I could never live without you For whatever you do
Aeryn I love you.
Damn that was way off tune. What was wrong with him? He could hear rain against the windowpane; he wouldn't be able to go out and play.
Rain, rain, go away, Come again another day, I want to play with Aeryn today.
The rain beating against the glass became louder, and John opened his eyes sleepily, starting at the crystal-like rivulets of water as they ran down the pane. Closing his eyes, he tried to recapture his dream, but it was too elusive. He felt himself drifting along, as if he was in the middle of a soothing pond, and smiled complacently. He should open his eyes and wake up, but he felt warm and safe, for the first time in such a long time. His eyelids felt so heavy and weighed down that he seriously doubted whether he could open them. It was too bleak and cold a morning to be out of bed anyway. Aeryn wasn't around to play. Frelling rain was keeping his girlfriend away.
He snuggled closer, hugging his pillow, and heard the steady beating of his heart. It sounded as if it was in his ear. Now he could hear two hearts beating. What foolishness was this? He didn't have two hearts, he thought drowsily. Only D'Argo did. His mind clouded by the raslak/drug residue thickness sought a coherent thought.
D'Argo. Latching onto that thought John struggled to re-open his eyes, his lids flickering slowly as he tried to focus. Everything looked indistinct. He stared down at the pillow beneath his cheek in confusion. That wasn't D'Argo. It looked like a woman's breast.two of them?! No, it defiantly wasn't the Luxan's.
John gave a gasp and looked up into the sleeping face of a woman. The red- hair Peacekeeper! His eyes widened as he became aware that she was lying curled up against him with her leg intimately wedged in between his; her arm draped across his muscular chest. He cautiously moved over, trying to get out from under her. Light-headed he stared about the room. What was she doing his room? No, it wasn't his room. He was in a strange room. John felt panic race within him. His mind sprint trying to remember last night's events. Taking a calming breath, he recalled he had been in his own room-that he knew for a certainty-so what was he doing in here with this strange woman in bed with her? Oh, man, this was just frelling great.
As John edged out from under the woman and covers. He realized two things, he was naked and she never stirred. He looked frantically around the room for his clothes, but could see no sign of them anywhere. Wait he remembered being fully clothed when he passed out. So where in hell were his cloths? His thumb came up to his lips nibbling nervously, who in the frell stripped him? They must still be back in his room.at least he hope so.
He stared back down at the Peacekeeper. She seemed drugged out, just as he must have been. Someone really was playing one sick joke on them. He knew he had to get out of the room before she awoke and .then what?
John grabbed the top cover to wrap around himself, when he heard her give a deep sigh as she stretched. He edged toward the door. A sound just outside in the corridor drew his attention.
He felt hard hands reach out and pull him onto the floor before he could react. John struck out blindly, but he found himself pinned beneath her soft body, his arms restrained to his sides in the very familiar position Aeryn had used on him back in the cell on Moya. Only this time his unclad body was pressed to a very naked one. He was breathing heavily.
Her hair, loose and flowing over him like a red veil, she looked down into his eyes and whispered, "I haven't had such a pleasant surprise in cycles. To awaken and find such a specimen had slipped into my bed during the night, and so suitably undressed. It is indeed unexpected pleasure."
John renewed his struggles. He bucked his body but to no avail. She held firm. "I don't know how I came to be here in your bed. I was just as surprised as you were to find myself here." He snarled.
The noise grew louder as the door was thrown open, and voices fill the room.
"The Proprietor said this was her room." The door open. "Oh.ah.Lieutenant."
At the sound of the voice, the peacekeeper woman moved off and around to face the new threat. She stared at them with a deadly look as the two confused-looking soldiers stood nervously in the doorway.
"Ma'am." On of the surprised solder's voice trailed off as his eyes dart to John.
The other officer's face was suffused with color as he nervously looked at the Lieutenant, who had a murderous expression in her green eyes. Unable to control himself, he glanced at the man lying naked beside her. "Lieutenant," he mumbled, snapping to attention in Peacekeeper fashion.
"Get out!" Her voiced dropped to a snarl.
Both officers stepped back into the hallway closing the door. They were more then glad to escape those two pairs of disturbing eyes; and the blackening temper of the Lieutenant-an officer they didn't care to anger.
The door closed with a snap behind them. John could not believe this crazy nightmare was happening to him. The woman moved away from him. She put her face in her hands and gave herself a shake as if trying to clear her mind. Opening her eyes she gave him a penetrating and steady look, they were still darkened with anger.
"I hope you have a good explanation as to what the frell is going on here, " she said menacingly.
"You want to know what is going own, well join the club, lady. I don't have a clue," John snapped.
Grabbing the cover back around him, John stood, moving away from her.
She snarled an oath. Taking the other cover on the bed, she wrapped it around herself never taking her eyes from his. Standing on the other side of the bed, she stared at him.
"Let's try this again. I am Lieutenant Sky'leen Orin. I believe you are Commander John Crichton."
John had moved away from her looking for a weapon and a means to escape. Her eyes had followed his, catching sight of her weapon. She rapidly moved toward the pulse pistol at that instant the door opened. Two armed soldiers rushed the room. Before John could react, the woman shot both.
"Frell! There will be more coming. We've got to get out of here," red- hair Peacekeeper told him.
" What in the frell is going on? John demanded. He felt like he was in a Scarran induced nightmare.
"I'm not a Peacekeeper." Pointing to the dead soldiers, she stated. "They are."
Gathering her cloths, she looked out the door in the corridor. Seeing no one, she motioned him to follow her. When he didn't react, she glanced at him. "We don't have time for this. They are after me. I am what, they would call a rebel. Or they are after you.now come on or you will be their prisoner.'
She dodged out the door. John cursed under his breath and followed her. At the head of the steps, she paused to look down. Raised voices could be heard. Crichton stopped just behind her. He peeked down and caught a glimpse of a Peacekeeper officer. Sky'leen heard him catch his breath in recognition. Taping her on the shoulder, he motioned with his head to go back down the corridor. Turning the corner, John opened the door to his room.
"Get in here. I've got to get some cloths." He growled. He rushed around the room putting his cloths on. "I would advise you get dressed too. It will take them a few microts to find us. By that time we'll be out of here."
"How do you suggest we do that?" She asked pulling her shirt over her head.
"Up and across. For a ex-peacekeeper you don't seem to know anything about checking for escape routes."
The only answer he got back was a snort. Grabbing Winona, he buckled his holster on. Sky'leen Orin stood close to the door listening. "Come on."
"Once we get out of this you are going to have a long explanation as to what kind of freak show you are playing around here."
"If, being the key word." She joined him at the window. "They're headed this way.lets go!"
He heaved himself through the window climbing out onto the roof. His new friend trailed behind him. As they disappeared, the door exploded inward.
*************************
By: DekotaSkye
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters, the Jim Henson Company does, and.whoever else. I'm just using the characters for a moment in fun and entertainment. Special thanks to past Betas for their hard work in keeping me straight. All new mistakes in some new changes are mine. Spoilers: Somewhere in between 3rd and 4th season. Alternate road. Rated: PG-13 Language
(Note part of a song's words are from 'I Hate You Then I Love You' song by Celine Dion. Music by Tony Renis and others.)
Part 1: Discovery
The wind had been blowing since daybreak, scattering the leaves from the surrounding red trees lined against the walls of the hostel and refreshment house. Hurling them towards the dark, distant hills, as the fading light of the evening consumed them. The drizzle that had started at mid-day gradually becomes a heavy downpour.
To R'tcar, the owner and proprietor of the hostel named Star-Crossed Ways, it merely caused annoyance. Bad weather was no blessing for his business; just extra, the work for him dealing with customers frustrated at having to wait for the acidic rains to stop. His hostel was situated at the crossroads intersecting with the northern and eastern roads to the spaceport and the grand Citadel.
R'tcar watched with a critical eye as the server laid the table for the last meal. The last customer looked like one of these peacekeepers he had seldom seen in these parts. The man looked dangerous, but he had credits. All he had requested was a private room to eat and sleep with no interruptions. R'tcar ordered the server to be quick in serving their newest customer's meal.
His wife came into the room. "The Peacekeeper's sleeping room on the next level is ready, R'tcar. Did you put that foul-smelling Peacekeeper in our best private eating room?"
Motioning with his hands as he shushed his wife, "No, no, Zhao. Keep your voice down; you don't have to speak so loud. I have him in the other. "
Zhao snorted and made her way over to a group of servers. R'tcar smiled to himself, mentally rubbing his palms together in anticipation of the large amount extra credits he knew he would be receiving despite having to deal with frustrated clientele. Maybe not too bad a night's work after all, R'tcar thought.
John Crichton, to the contrary, was not smiling as he gazed moodily out of the rain-spattered windows. He felt enraged! Why did everyone else know what was better for him then he did? So, he wanted to leave Moya and come to the commerce planet by himself. Nooo. the poor crazy human needed a warden." He snorted in disgust.
He took a deep drink of raslak. He had left Moya after informing Pilot that he would be back in four solar days, and he warned everyone to just leave him alone for once! John didn't want or need their help. Pilot had been quiet for a time before acknowledging the message. No one opposed him as he left.
He stood gazing blindly out of the window of the private dinning room, when a knock on the door broke into his thoughts.
"Yes, enter!" John turned, at the interruption.
"Sir, your meal is prepared and awaiting for you. May I serve?" The server announced.
"Yes, please enter." John answered. He continued to stand by the window, as the man placed the food on the table. Bowing slightly he left without a word.
The aroma of the food was appetizing; he had no appetite. Turning back to the window, he gazed into the rainy darkness. Images ran like an old movie reel in his head of Aeryn and the other Crichton having quite a play day of great sex. A tear ran down his cheek, he roughly rubbed it away. No woman was worth the pain. Just forget her and go on with your life. The universe is large, and there were alot more beautiful women around for you, she was nothing more then a Peacekeeper bitc. John shook his head violently. NO! his wordless thought's screamed out.
He went over to the table, sitting down he picked up the fork and stared at his food. Without touching it, he left to go to his sleeping room.
************
An arn later after tossing and turning John went downstairs to the refreshment house to find a good stiff drink to help put him out. Sitting comfortable in winged-back chair he was partially concealed from anyone in the room.
A figure in a long gray clock pushed open the heavy oak-like door of the refreshment house. Rain poured in, as the lone pilgrim sought shelter from the malevolent storm.
"Close that frelling door, or are you trying to poison us for your own sadistic pleasure?" came a threatening voice from the long table in the middle of the room.
The figure hastily struggled to close the heavy door against the tempest raging outside. The door broke from the person's grasp, allowing another sheet of acidic rain to enter the room.
"Frelling imbecile! Where is the proprietor?" The voice complained. "Proprietor, where in the dren are you?"
A tall form rose from the depths of one of the chairs at the end of the table, and stood menacingly. He snarled, "Secure the door, or I will throw you back out in the storm."
Another man sitting near the door moved over to help close it. The struggling figure felt an added weight, and the offending door was shut with a slam. When the door closed the cloak figure moved into the room without glancing back at her rescuer, went and stood in front of the heating unit, stretching out cold, slender hands to the warmth. The hood concealed the face from all the patrons' view in the room.
R'tcar came bustling in. He saw the lone figure, cloaked in a dark blue cape- steam rising from the wet material.
"Welcome to Star-Crossed Way," he beamed as the cloaked figure turned. "May I be of service?"
The hood was lowered to reveal a beautiful woman. "Yes, I will need a private room for the night."
All of the patrons in the room had ignored the cloaked figure, until the low, husky notes of a very feminine voice startled them from their thoughts. She spoke in a soft deep throat manner that had an unconscious seductiveness about it. Everyone's eyes turn in her direction as they watched her removed the hood of the cloak to reveal a perfect profile with a straight, narrow nose and a well-proportioned mouth. Her long bright red hair glowing richly from the muted lighting caught their eyes.
The man who had complained at her entranced stood up in surprise. "Well look what we have here.a little Sebacean tralk. Come over here and we can warm each other up."
She stood silently for a brief microt looking at the man. R'tcar stood silent, his assessment of his latest guest changing rapidly. He blanched when he clearly saw her face-the smile no longer reached his eyes.
"Is there a place I could take a meal and a room?" She inquired again.
The man behind her didn't like being dismissed. His friends laughed, teasing him for his lack of charm. He rapidly approached the woman, and grabbed her by the arm. That was the first and last mistake he made that night. He fell to the floor unconscious. Her green frosty eyes ran over the other men daring them to act or say anything. None of them even moved to help their companion.
R'tcar mumbled out. "Please I want no trouble here."
"I don't either. I am sorry for the mess. I just need a meal and a room for the night and I will cause you no more inconvenience. Can you help me?"
"Yes, this way I have one room left." The proprietor led the woman off hurriedly.
Crichton had watched the action from his seat. When the man had grabbed the woman, he stiffened ready to help if he needed to. The only other time he had seen that movement was from a peacekeeper. He noticed that R'tcar had recognized the woman, and was afraid.
Frell, that means there were other Peacekeepers on the planet. He finished off his drink, and headed back to his room. He felt a little fuzzy when he reached his room. Glancing back down the hall it swayed left then tilted to the right. He managed to open the door and stumble in. What in the frell, did they serve him? He felt so warm and foggy.blundering to the bed he sat down stiffly.he shook his head. Big mistake. Everything blackened out for a moment. His brain couldn't latch on to any straight thoughts. He need to.. Sleep.yeah he'll go to sleep. His body must have agreed with his mind for he fell face first into the soft bedding. The door opened allowing a dark figure to step in noticing the sleeping Crichton.
*******************
The next morning. John felt like his world had turned all upside down. Hazy mists drifted through his mind in lazy swirls.
I'd like to run away from you But if I were to leave you I would die I'd like to break the chains you put around me And yet I'll never try..
Mmmm.hmmmm.. hmmmm.. Oooh.his head ached.
Impossible to live with you, But I could never live without you For whatever you do
Aeryn I love you.
Damn that was way off tune. What was wrong with him? He could hear rain against the windowpane; he wouldn't be able to go out and play.
Rain, rain, go away, Come again another day, I want to play with Aeryn today.
The rain beating against the glass became louder, and John opened his eyes sleepily, starting at the crystal-like rivulets of water as they ran down the pane. Closing his eyes, he tried to recapture his dream, but it was too elusive. He felt himself drifting along, as if he was in the middle of a soothing pond, and smiled complacently. He should open his eyes and wake up, but he felt warm and safe, for the first time in such a long time. His eyelids felt so heavy and weighed down that he seriously doubted whether he could open them. It was too bleak and cold a morning to be out of bed anyway. Aeryn wasn't around to play. Frelling rain was keeping his girlfriend away.
He snuggled closer, hugging his pillow, and heard the steady beating of his heart. It sounded as if it was in his ear. Now he could hear two hearts beating. What foolishness was this? He didn't have two hearts, he thought drowsily. Only D'Argo did. His mind clouded by the raslak/drug residue thickness sought a coherent thought.
D'Argo. Latching onto that thought John struggled to re-open his eyes, his lids flickering slowly as he tried to focus. Everything looked indistinct. He stared down at the pillow beneath his cheek in confusion. That wasn't D'Argo. It looked like a woman's breast.two of them?! No, it defiantly wasn't the Luxan's.
John gave a gasp and looked up into the sleeping face of a woman. The red- hair Peacekeeper! His eyes widened as he became aware that she was lying curled up against him with her leg intimately wedged in between his; her arm draped across his muscular chest. He cautiously moved over, trying to get out from under her. Light-headed he stared about the room. What was she doing his room? No, it wasn't his room. He was in a strange room. John felt panic race within him. His mind sprint trying to remember last night's events. Taking a calming breath, he recalled he had been in his own room-that he knew for a certainty-so what was he doing in here with this strange woman in bed with her? Oh, man, this was just frelling great.
As John edged out from under the woman and covers. He realized two things, he was naked and she never stirred. He looked frantically around the room for his clothes, but could see no sign of them anywhere. Wait he remembered being fully clothed when he passed out. So where in hell were his cloths? His thumb came up to his lips nibbling nervously, who in the frell stripped him? They must still be back in his room.at least he hope so.
He stared back down at the Peacekeeper. She seemed drugged out, just as he must have been. Someone really was playing one sick joke on them. He knew he had to get out of the room before she awoke and .then what?
John grabbed the top cover to wrap around himself, when he heard her give a deep sigh as she stretched. He edged toward the door. A sound just outside in the corridor drew his attention.
He felt hard hands reach out and pull him onto the floor before he could react. John struck out blindly, but he found himself pinned beneath her soft body, his arms restrained to his sides in the very familiar position Aeryn had used on him back in the cell on Moya. Only this time his unclad body was pressed to a very naked one. He was breathing heavily.
Her hair, loose and flowing over him like a red veil, she looked down into his eyes and whispered, "I haven't had such a pleasant surprise in cycles. To awaken and find such a specimen had slipped into my bed during the night, and so suitably undressed. It is indeed unexpected pleasure."
John renewed his struggles. He bucked his body but to no avail. She held firm. "I don't know how I came to be here in your bed. I was just as surprised as you were to find myself here." He snarled.
The noise grew louder as the door was thrown open, and voices fill the room.
"The Proprietor said this was her room." The door open. "Oh.ah.Lieutenant."
At the sound of the voice, the peacekeeper woman moved off and around to face the new threat. She stared at them with a deadly look as the two confused-looking soldiers stood nervously in the doorway.
"Ma'am." On of the surprised solder's voice trailed off as his eyes dart to John.
The other officer's face was suffused with color as he nervously looked at the Lieutenant, who had a murderous expression in her green eyes. Unable to control himself, he glanced at the man lying naked beside her. "Lieutenant," he mumbled, snapping to attention in Peacekeeper fashion.
"Get out!" Her voiced dropped to a snarl.
Both officers stepped back into the hallway closing the door. They were more then glad to escape those two pairs of disturbing eyes; and the blackening temper of the Lieutenant-an officer they didn't care to anger.
The door closed with a snap behind them. John could not believe this crazy nightmare was happening to him. The woman moved away from him. She put her face in her hands and gave herself a shake as if trying to clear her mind. Opening her eyes she gave him a penetrating and steady look, they were still darkened with anger.
"I hope you have a good explanation as to what the frell is going on here, " she said menacingly.
"You want to know what is going own, well join the club, lady. I don't have a clue," John snapped.
Grabbing the cover back around him, John stood, moving away from her.
She snarled an oath. Taking the other cover on the bed, she wrapped it around herself never taking her eyes from his. Standing on the other side of the bed, she stared at him.
"Let's try this again. I am Lieutenant Sky'leen Orin. I believe you are Commander John Crichton."
John had moved away from her looking for a weapon and a means to escape. Her eyes had followed his, catching sight of her weapon. She rapidly moved toward the pulse pistol at that instant the door opened. Two armed soldiers rushed the room. Before John could react, the woman shot both.
"Frell! There will be more coming. We've got to get out of here," red- hair Peacekeeper told him.
" What in the frell is going on? John demanded. He felt like he was in a Scarran induced nightmare.
"I'm not a Peacekeeper." Pointing to the dead soldiers, she stated. "They are."
Gathering her cloths, she looked out the door in the corridor. Seeing no one, she motioned him to follow her. When he didn't react, she glanced at him. "We don't have time for this. They are after me. I am what, they would call a rebel. Or they are after you.now come on or you will be their prisoner.'
She dodged out the door. John cursed under his breath and followed her. At the head of the steps, she paused to look down. Raised voices could be heard. Crichton stopped just behind her. He peeked down and caught a glimpse of a Peacekeeper officer. Sky'leen heard him catch his breath in recognition. Taping her on the shoulder, he motioned with his head to go back down the corridor. Turning the corner, John opened the door to his room.
"Get in here. I've got to get some cloths." He growled. He rushed around the room putting his cloths on. "I would advise you get dressed too. It will take them a few microts to find us. By that time we'll be out of here."
"How do you suggest we do that?" She asked pulling her shirt over her head.
"Up and across. For a ex-peacekeeper you don't seem to know anything about checking for escape routes."
The only answer he got back was a snort. Grabbing Winona, he buckled his holster on. Sky'leen Orin stood close to the door listening. "Come on."
"Once we get out of this you are going to have a long explanation as to what kind of freak show you are playing around here."
"If, being the key word." She joined him at the window. "They're headed this way.lets go!"
He heaved himself through the window climbing out onto the roof. His new friend trailed behind him. As they disappeared, the door exploded inward.
*************************