Living with Aeryn's Twin (Companion to The Twinning of Aeryn)
Author: blueaeryn
Rating: G
Summary: What if Aeryn had Been Twinned Instead of John
Notes: Spoilers through Infinite Possibilities Pt. 2
Disclaimer: Not mine.
They said he was a ghost, haunting the passageways of Moya. Oh, he was still flesh and blood, and if you cut him he would bleed, but inside he was dead, because she was gone. In a flash of bright blue light, she had been ripped from him.
All his hopes, and his dreams went with her, when they placed her in that cold metal box and gave her the burial all good soldiers deserved. Except she wasn't a soldier anymore, she was his. She carried with her his life, and now the shell that remained breathed in and out and ate because Chiana told him to, but John Crichton was dead, just as surely as Aeryn Sun.
But Aeryn Sun wasn't dead. From his small hiding place in the corner he watched her. Aeryn Sun was alive, she was working on one of the transport pods and her fluid movements captivated him. She was so like her. She was her and yet she wasn't. Her memories weren't the same as his Aeryn. In her mind, they had only shared one night on the fake Earth the Ancients had lured him to, but in John Crichton's mind he had shared countless nights with Aeryn.
Together they had celebrated each other's bodies and revealed in each other. It was all he had dreamed about and more. God, she felt so right in his arms. Her soft raven hair would glide through his fingers as he stroked it in their bed. She would groan in pleasure as he entered her, and when she thought he wasn't looking he would notice a tiny tear slide down her cheek.
Now they bed they once shared was cold, only warmed by his body. He couldn't force himself to move to her side. It belonged to her, and maybe if he prayed hard enough she would come back to occupy it. But that was just a dream. He had received a gift when Aeryn was returned to him once, but miracles only happen once and he had used up his along time ago.
He glanced again at Aeryn. Maybe she had returned? There she stood in all her glory. He could see the longing in her eyes. He knew she wanted him. He remembered her frantic voice on Talyn as she tried to tell him why she was leaving with Crais. She had told him she loved him as Talyn starburst away. It was a declaration freely given, and he held it close to his hear for many solar days.
But soon, the memory of the other Aeryn faded as the Aeryn that remained became more and more real to him. It seemed she turned a corner with their relationship and a once guarded young woman became free with her emotions. She became Aeryn Sun, and the one so far away became but a distant memory.
Could he love the Aeryn Sun that remained? Could he betray his heart that vowed to love her forever? Could he look into her face and not remember only her? Was it fair to the Aeryn that remained?
It was Aeryn who stood before him. Except for that half a cycle when she was away from him, they were the same woman. She still burnt a brand on his soul and caused his heart to beat a little faster when she was near.
God, he wanted to touch her. He wasn't sure if she knew that he was watching her. She continued with her work, stopping every once and a while to wipe her hands on a white rag.
She arched her back and rubbed the back of her hand across her forehead. Her movements sent a zing through his body. He felt himself grow hard, and it both excited him and disgusted him. Yes, John Crichton was still alive and even if his mind fought it his body knew he still loved Aeryn Sun.
Author: blueaeryn
Rating: G
Summary: What if Aeryn had Been Twinned Instead of John
Notes: Spoilers through Infinite Possibilities Pt. 2
Disclaimer: Not mine.
They said he was a ghost, haunting the passageways of Moya. Oh, he was still flesh and blood, and if you cut him he would bleed, but inside he was dead, because she was gone. In a flash of bright blue light, she had been ripped from him.
All his hopes, and his dreams went with her, when they placed her in that cold metal box and gave her the burial all good soldiers deserved. Except she wasn't a soldier anymore, she was his. She carried with her his life, and now the shell that remained breathed in and out and ate because Chiana told him to, but John Crichton was dead, just as surely as Aeryn Sun.
But Aeryn Sun wasn't dead. From his small hiding place in the corner he watched her. Aeryn Sun was alive, she was working on one of the transport pods and her fluid movements captivated him. She was so like her. She was her and yet she wasn't. Her memories weren't the same as his Aeryn. In her mind, they had only shared one night on the fake Earth the Ancients had lured him to, but in John Crichton's mind he had shared countless nights with Aeryn.
Together they had celebrated each other's bodies and revealed in each other. It was all he had dreamed about and more. God, she felt so right in his arms. Her soft raven hair would glide through his fingers as he stroked it in their bed. She would groan in pleasure as he entered her, and when she thought he wasn't looking he would notice a tiny tear slide down her cheek.
Now they bed they once shared was cold, only warmed by his body. He couldn't force himself to move to her side. It belonged to her, and maybe if he prayed hard enough she would come back to occupy it. But that was just a dream. He had received a gift when Aeryn was returned to him once, but miracles only happen once and he had used up his along time ago.
He glanced again at Aeryn. Maybe she had returned? There she stood in all her glory. He could see the longing in her eyes. He knew she wanted him. He remembered her frantic voice on Talyn as she tried to tell him why she was leaving with Crais. She had told him she loved him as Talyn starburst away. It was a declaration freely given, and he held it close to his hear for many solar days.
But soon, the memory of the other Aeryn faded as the Aeryn that remained became more and more real to him. It seemed she turned a corner with their relationship and a once guarded young woman became free with her emotions. She became Aeryn Sun, and the one so far away became but a distant memory.
Could he love the Aeryn Sun that remained? Could he betray his heart that vowed to love her forever? Could he look into her face and not remember only her? Was it fair to the Aeryn that remained?
It was Aeryn who stood before him. Except for that half a cycle when she was away from him, they were the same woman. She still burnt a brand on his soul and caused his heart to beat a little faster when she was near.
God, he wanted to touch her. He wasn't sure if she knew that he was watching her. She continued with her work, stopping every once and a while to wipe her hands on a white rag.
She arched her back and rubbed the back of her hand across her forehead. Her movements sent a zing through his body. He felt himself grow hard, and it both excited him and disgusted him. Yes, John Crichton was still alive and even if his mind fought it his body knew he still loved Aeryn Sun.
