Twin in Pieces (More Stories of the Twinning of Aeryn Sun)
Author: blueaeryn
Rating: R
Summary: Horrors at the hands of the Scarrens
Notes: Spoilers through the end of S3 Disclaimer: Not mine.
Aeryn's words hit him straight in the gut. The sudden wave of sadness that crossed her face broke his heart. What hat happened to her? What was going on here?
"What do you mean you used to have twins," John asked forcing himself to stand. In slow steps he walked to her side and attempted to place his hand on her shoulder but she backed away.
"I was pregnant when you left," Aeryn said solemnly.
John watched her rub her hands in slow circular motions. It was then he knew whatever happened, it was really bad. Aeryn never let herself show such emotion, but what could he base his assumption on? He had been gone three cycles from her side. He didn't know what she was like anymore.
"I was carrying twins," Aeryn continued. "I was excited and terrified at the same time, after all I never dreamed of having a child. Not to mention two."
With a deep breath, Aeryn revealed a story that broke John Crichton. He had been through a lot, seen a lot. He had watched Aeryn Sun die twice, once by his hand and once in his arms, but this crushed his soul and broke his spirit.
Aeryn was almost to full term, and though the others objected, she decided to take a trip down to the planet below. She needed off the ship for a while, a chance to escape the confines of Moya and the watchful eye of Chiana and D'Argo who had become her self-appointed nursemaids.
D'Argo and Chiana accompanied her to the planet but promised to give her a wide berth. She just needed some alone time. An ironic statement since she used to see herself one among many, always enjoying the company of others, after all it was the way she had been reared. But John Crichton had changed that. He had changed a lot of things about Aeryn, including this, she thought rubbing her abdomen. The twins were active today, and they tumbled within her.
She was so lost in thought about the impending birth of her children she didn't hear them come from behind, and by the time she realized they were there it was too late. She fought to break free from their grasp, but it was in vain. She had been captured by a pair of Scarren soldiers and was being drug off to parts unknown.
In a flash, Aeryn had the foresight to comm D'Argo. The Scarren's had realized she possessed a comms device and she took advantage of the situation to hail D'Argo.
"D'Argo, I am being captured by Scarren's," Aeryn said into the comms. "Come quick," she got out before the Scarren on her left knocked her out with the back of his hand.
She awoke with her hands tied to a table. She rested her chin on her chest to try and look down at her stomach. She breathed a sigh when she saw her bulging abdomen. Nothing had happened to the babies, yet.
Aeryn noticed they were on a ship. They couldn't be far from the planet where they had taken her. She could tell the ship was small, probably as Stryker. She was in a crude medical facility and Aeryn shuddered to think what they had planned.
Just then, a door opened and a Scarren medical worker stepped in. He held a scanning device in his hands and Aeryn fought to free herself as he approached. He stroked her head with his scaly hand and placed the scanning device on her forehead.
The dreams came in a flood. She was back on Moya, safe and happy. D'Argo was there, as well as Chiana, and standing in the background was John. He laughed at the sight of her and she dipped her head and returned his smile. He held in his arms to bundles, and as she peered through the blankets she saw two perfect babies. She began to cry and was glad the days she had lived had all been a dream.
All of a sudden there was intense pain. It came like a bright flash of light and she screamed in pain as she felt a hot blade pierce her abdomen.
Opening her eyes, she saw the Scarren standing over her with a laser blade in his hand. He was cutting open her abdomen, and Aeryn knew his goal was her babies. "No," she screamed writhing in pain and desperation.
As the blade cut deeper Aeryn could feel blood seeping from her body, as well as her life. They were going to rip her children from her and leave her for dead.
"Unfortunate," Aeryn heard him say. Her stomach was spit open and he pulled a baby from her gaping wound. It was lifeless and when Aeryn looked up she could see why. The blade had cut too deeply and had severed the baby's throat, as blood was gushing from the wound. The boy had died before he took his first breath.
"This one is in pieces," Aeryn heard him say as he plucked the second child from her womb. Pulling the baby up to his eye level Aeryn noticed her son was missing a leg. The Scarren had cut her one child's throat and maimed her other one.
"Bastard," she yelled. The scarren slapped Aeryn in the face as he was holding the baby by the leg. The pain was too intense and Aeryn felt herself slipping into unconsciousness. She fought it for the sake of her remaining child, but the pain was too great. As she slipped into blissful darkness she vowed to some day rise up and strike down all the Scarren's for this, but especially this one, because he had killed her child.
The next thing Aeryn remembered she was being held in strong capable hands. Swaying back and forth with the movements of his strides, Aeryn recognized D'Argo's familiar gait. Somehow, someway, he had found her. She struggled in his arms looking for her remaining child.
"Where is he," Aeryn said. She turned in D'Argo's grasp to see Chiana walking behind them. She held something close to her chest in a blanket and Aeryn prayed it was her son and that he was alive. "Is he..""
"Barely," D'Argo replied quickly. "We have to get you two aboard Moya and out of here. See if the both of you can be saved."
They had been saved. Wounds healed but spirits took longer. Aeryn's son survived and flourished despite his missing leg. It was hard on him, as he grew older. Unlike normal toddlers, he didn't learn to walk normally. They had found a surgeon who had fastened him an artificial leg and his unsteady leg had to not only adjust to waling upright but the hindrance of a leg he wasn't born with.
Aeryn decided to name her son Lucky. It was a word John had used frequently and she believed it fit her little boy. He had been the lucky one, because he had been hiding under his brother when the Scarren cut his twin's throat.
"His name is Lucky," John asked.
"Yes," Aeryn shook her head. "It seemed appropriate."
"Is he okay, besides the .." John couldn't finish his sentence.
"He is perfect," Aeryn smiled. "He reminds me a lot of you."
John reached his hand out to her again and she came willingly this time. He enveloped her in his embrace and she laid her head on his shoulder.
"I promise you this," John said into her hair. "I will hunt those bastards down and we will make them pay for this. For all of it."
Aeryn just shook her head. She was tired. Tired of all of it. Of running and fighting. The warrior Peacekeeper had lost her will to fight. Now she just wanted peace. She didn't tell John her thoughts. His rage was still too fresh. She knew of this rage for what the Scarrens had done, she had felt it consume her at first. Now she thought of Lucky and the life she could make for him, a life that she hoped included this man. John Crichton.
Aeryn broke John's embrace and stepped back. She looked him up and down. "Get cleaned up and dressed," she said wrinkling her nose. "Then come find me. I would like you to meet your son."
John shook his head and Aeryn left him. God, how could he live with this knowledge? How had she lived with it? Could he face the boy who was his son, knowing the boy's disfigurement was his fault? A boy that was whole was now in pieces because he carried the DNA of John Crichton and the whole universe hunted him for the knowledge of wormholes. He cursed him self, he cursed wormholes and the Ancients who had implanted the knowledge within him. "Damn you all," John said slamming his fist against Moya's bulkhead. He then crumpled to the floor and wept as he held his head in his hands.
Summary: Horrors at the hands of the Scarrens
Notes: Spoilers through the end of S3 Disclaimer: Not mine.
Aeryn's words hit him straight in the gut. The sudden wave of sadness that crossed her face broke his heart. What hat happened to her? What was going on here?
"What do you mean you used to have twins," John asked forcing himself to stand. In slow steps he walked to her side and attempted to place his hand on her shoulder but she backed away.
"I was pregnant when you left," Aeryn said solemnly.
John watched her rub her hands in slow circular motions. It was then he knew whatever happened, it was really bad. Aeryn never let herself show such emotion, but what could he base his assumption on? He had been gone three cycles from her side. He didn't know what she was like anymore.
"I was carrying twins," Aeryn continued. "I was excited and terrified at the same time, after all I never dreamed of having a child. Not to mention two."
With a deep breath, Aeryn revealed a story that broke John Crichton. He had been through a lot, seen a lot. He had watched Aeryn Sun die twice, once by his hand and once in his arms, but this crushed his soul and broke his spirit.
Aeryn was almost to full term, and though the others objected, she decided to take a trip down to the planet below. She needed off the ship for a while, a chance to escape the confines of Moya and the watchful eye of Chiana and D'Argo who had become her self-appointed nursemaids.
D'Argo and Chiana accompanied her to the planet but promised to give her a wide berth. She just needed some alone time. An ironic statement since she used to see herself one among many, always enjoying the company of others, after all it was the way she had been reared. But John Crichton had changed that. He had changed a lot of things about Aeryn, including this, she thought rubbing her abdomen. The twins were active today, and they tumbled within her.
She was so lost in thought about the impending birth of her children she didn't hear them come from behind, and by the time she realized they were there it was too late. She fought to break free from their grasp, but it was in vain. She had been captured by a pair of Scarren soldiers and was being drug off to parts unknown.
In a flash, Aeryn had the foresight to comm D'Argo. The Scarren's had realized she possessed a comms device and she took advantage of the situation to hail D'Argo.
"D'Argo, I am being captured by Scarren's," Aeryn said into the comms. "Come quick," she got out before the Scarren on her left knocked her out with the back of his hand.
She awoke with her hands tied to a table. She rested her chin on her chest to try and look down at her stomach. She breathed a sigh when she saw her bulging abdomen. Nothing had happened to the babies, yet.
Aeryn noticed they were on a ship. They couldn't be far from the planet where they had taken her. She could tell the ship was small, probably as Stryker. She was in a crude medical facility and Aeryn shuddered to think what they had planned.
Just then, a door opened and a Scarren medical worker stepped in. He held a scanning device in his hands and Aeryn fought to free herself as he approached. He stroked her head with his scaly hand and placed the scanning device on her forehead.
The dreams came in a flood. She was back on Moya, safe and happy. D'Argo was there, as well as Chiana, and standing in the background was John. He laughed at the sight of her and she dipped her head and returned his smile. He held in his arms to bundles, and as she peered through the blankets she saw two perfect babies. She began to cry and was glad the days she had lived had all been a dream.
All of a sudden there was intense pain. It came like a bright flash of light and she screamed in pain as she felt a hot blade pierce her abdomen.
Opening her eyes, she saw the Scarren standing over her with a laser blade in his hand. He was cutting open her abdomen, and Aeryn knew his goal was her babies. "No," she screamed writhing in pain and desperation.
As the blade cut deeper Aeryn could feel blood seeping from her body, as well as her life. They were going to rip her children from her and leave her for dead.
"Unfortunate," Aeryn heard him say. Her stomach was spit open and he pulled a baby from her gaping wound. It was lifeless and when Aeryn looked up she could see why. The blade had cut too deeply and had severed the baby's throat, as blood was gushing from the wound. The boy had died before he took his first breath.
"This one is in pieces," Aeryn heard him say as he plucked the second child from her womb. Pulling the baby up to his eye level Aeryn noticed her son was missing a leg. The Scarren had cut her one child's throat and maimed her other one.
"Bastard," she yelled. The scarren slapped Aeryn in the face as he was holding the baby by the leg. The pain was too intense and Aeryn felt herself slipping into unconsciousness. She fought it for the sake of her remaining child, but the pain was too great. As she slipped into blissful darkness she vowed to some day rise up and strike down all the Scarren's for this, but especially this one, because he had killed her child.
The next thing Aeryn remembered she was being held in strong capable hands. Swaying back and forth with the movements of his strides, Aeryn recognized D'Argo's familiar gait. Somehow, someway, he had found her. She struggled in his arms looking for her remaining child.
"Where is he," Aeryn said. She turned in D'Argo's grasp to see Chiana walking behind them. She held something close to her chest in a blanket and Aeryn prayed it was her son and that he was alive. "Is he..""
"Barely," D'Argo replied quickly. "We have to get you two aboard Moya and out of here. See if the both of you can be saved."
They had been saved. Wounds healed but spirits took longer. Aeryn's son survived and flourished despite his missing leg. It was hard on him, as he grew older. Unlike normal toddlers, he didn't learn to walk normally. They had found a surgeon who had fastened him an artificial leg and his unsteady leg had to not only adjust to waling upright but the hindrance of a leg he wasn't born with.
Aeryn decided to name her son Lucky. It was a word John had used frequently and she believed it fit her little boy. He had been the lucky one, because he had been hiding under his brother when the Scarren cut his twin's throat.
"His name is Lucky," John asked.
"Yes," Aeryn shook her head. "It seemed appropriate."
"Is he okay, besides the .." John couldn't finish his sentence.
"He is perfect," Aeryn smiled. "He reminds me a lot of you."
John reached his hand out to her again and she came willingly this time. He enveloped her in his embrace and she laid her head on his shoulder.
"I promise you this," John said into her hair. "I will hunt those bastards down and we will make them pay for this. For all of it."
Aeryn just shook her head. She was tired. Tired of all of it. Of running and fighting. The warrior Peacekeeper had lost her will to fight. Now she just wanted peace. She didn't tell John her thoughts. His rage was still too fresh. She knew of this rage for what the Scarrens had done, she had felt it consume her at first. Now she thought of Lucky and the life she could make for him, a life that she hoped included this man. John Crichton.
Aeryn broke John's embrace and stepped back. She looked him up and down. "Get cleaned up and dressed," she said wrinkling her nose. "Then come find me. I would like you to meet your son."
John shook his head and Aeryn left him. God, how could he live with this knowledge? How had she lived with it? Could he face the boy who was his son, knowing the boy's disfigurement was his fault? A boy that was whole was now in pieces because he carried the DNA of John Crichton and the whole universe hunted him for the knowledge of wormholes. He cursed him self, he cursed wormholes and the Ancients who had implanted the knowledge within him. "Damn you all," John said slamming his fist against Moya's bulkhead. He then crumpled to the floor and wept as he held his head in his hands.
