Twin for Revenge - (Pt. 12-More Stories of the Twinning of Aeryn Sun) Author: blueaeryn Rating: PG

Summary: John finds revenge is part of his nature Notes: Spoilers through the end of S3 Disclaimer: Not mine.

John was in awe of the little boy. He maneuvered around his quarters with such ease, despite the artificial leg on his left thigh. Aeryn was right. Lucky was perfect excepting for his leg. He had light brown hair just like John's.

It was a contrast to the twins of his dream. John found himself thinking about them often, and it was hard to remember they were just a figment made up by the Scarrens. It had seemed so real, and such a better reality then this one.

Looking into the boy's eyes he saw Aeryn in them. They were the same shade and held such wisdom. More wisdom then a boy two cycles old should really have. Lucky had been born to pain and had lived with it ever since.

So unlike John's childhood beginning, as he was born to a safe and healthy home with no sense of dread or evil weighing upon him. John had once hated his father for constantly leaving his family for the missions in space, but what John had done was worse. He had abandoned his son, his family and left them to the horrors of the Scarrens. It was something he wasn't sure he could recover from.

Aeryn had introduced John to Lucky who was playing on the floor. "Lucky," Aeryn called to the boy. His eyes brightened when he heard his mother's voice and struggled to stand and limp over to her.

"Mommy," Lucky exclaimed. He wrapped his arms around Aeryn's leg and squeezed. Aeryn kneeled down beside him and hugged him close. "Who that," Lucky asked pointing to John.

Aeryn pulled Lucky's body close to hers and took his hand. "That is John Crichton," Aeryn said. "Your father."

Lucky shrank next to Aeryn as John knelt down beside the two. "Hey buddy," John said offering his hand.

"It's okay, Lucky, go ahead." Aeryn prodded the little boy. Please don't shun him, Aeryn pleaded in her mind, he needs you Lucky and you need him.

Lucky peeked over at Aeryn and then reached out and took John's hand. His baby soft hand was swallowed up in John's and John gave the little boy a light squeeze.

"It's nice to meet you," John said with a slight smile.

Children were really quite resilient. John had remembered his mom used to say that, but he didn't believe it until he met Lucky. "Wanna see my toys," the little boy asked. And just like that John was in. Accepted into Lucky's circle and he felt honored and privileged.

After an arn of playing with Lucky, John left the little boy to his nap and went in search of Aeryn. After learning she was in her quarters, John made his way down the passageway to speak to her.

"He really is amazing," John began as he waltzed through the doorway to Aeryn's quarters. He stopped in mid speech when he noticed she was undressing. Normally it had been a happy accident for John, but what he saw caused his whole body to revolt.

A large scar ran vertically down Aeryn's stomach. It began right under her breasts and raced down her abdomen and past her belly button. The scar was jagged and rough, and deep ridges stuck up in a haphazard manner.

When Aeryn saw him standing there, she quickly rummaged through her drawer and pulled out a black T-Shirt. After pulling her arms and head through, she noticed he had moved into the room to stand next to her.

"Aeryn," he said softly. John placed his hand on her stomach and could still feel the scar through her T-Shirt. When she had described the horror she had been through, John listened with disgust and pain but couldn't really imagine it until now.

"It wasn't as bad as it looks," Aeryn promised. She turned her back to him and went in search of her boots.

"No, I think it was," John said placing his hand on her shoulder. "How did you survive?"

"I'm not sure." Aeryn still had her back to him and refused to face him. "D'Argo said it was on pure will. He and Chiana were sure I was going to die and they resigned themselves to raising Lucky alone, but each day I got a little better even though I had lost so much blood."

"I should have been here," John said recriminating himself. "This is all my fault."

His comments caused Aeryn to finally turn around. "No, you mustn't blame yourself," Aeryn exclaimed. "It happened, there is nothing you could have done."

"I could have not been such a bastard," John said backing away. "I was so wrapped up in myself and my grief that I left you and didn't even think about the consequences."

"You couldn't have known," Aeryn tried to tell him.

John just shook his head and went to the far end of the room. He leaned up against the wall and just stared at Aeryn.

"Do you still think of her," Aeryn said asking about the other Aeryn Sun that used to live her on Moya. "Do you still miss her?"

"No," John said in a whisper. "I was searching for all of you when I was captured. In fact I have spent the past two cycles looking for you. I guess I was three cycles too late."

Aeryn could feel his pain it was as great as her own. She still had questions about his thoughts about her self and the other Aeryn but now was not the time. He needed to be consoled, and Aeryn decided she could offer him that. Walking over to him, Aeryn took his head and placed it on her shoulder. She ran her fingers through his hair and kept telling him it would be okay.

"No it won't," John said after a few microts, lifting his heads to look her in the eyes. The wildness in his eyes shocked her. "I am going to kill every last Scarren. Call it John Crichton's won personal genocide. Call it what you want, but I am going to kill all those bastards for what they did to you and Lucky. I am going to kill them."

"John wait," Aeryn said as he ran from the room. She didn't like the way he was reacting. He was running on pure hate and revenge. John had always had a level head in these situations, but she wasn't sure his mind was intact anymore. After all he had been through, she was afraid his fragile mind had finally snapped.

Aeryn left him alone for almost a solar day. Pilot had informed her he was working on his module they had brought onto Moya. John had found his module on the planet he had left it and went back in search Moya and the rest. It was by pure luck he had found Aeryn on that small planet, and he marked it down as providence. Proof that his revenge was justified.

Not being able to take it anymore, Aeryn made her way to the maintenance bay to talk to John. She found him sitting in his module with various tools encircling the craft.

"What are you doing, John," Aeryn asked as she stood beside him at the module.

John was so lost in his work that it took a few microts for John to realized Aeryn standing there. "Aeryn, what are you doing here?"

"I have been her for a while, Crichton," Aeryn informed him. "I asked you what you were doing."

"Re-working the displacement engine," John said. He took a wire and twisted it into another and rubbed his head with his forearm.

"The one you used on Da Ba Da," Aeryn asked. "That created the wormhole and blew up the dreadknot?"

"Yeah," John said absorbed in his work.

"What are you planning to do with it?"

"Make them pay, Aeryn," John said coolly. "Make them pay."