Twin and More Twins- (Pt. 14-More Stories of the Twinning of Aeryn Sun) Author: blueaeryn Rating: PG

Summary: Notes: Spoilers through the end of S3 Disclaimer: Not mine.

'Has there been any sign of our escaped prisoner," General Borask asked. The Scarren High Commander was in charge of tracking and retrieving the human John Crichton. He had sent squads to all corners of the uncharted territories and beyond looking for Crichton to no avail.

Borask was getting pressure from the Emperor for results. He could tell the Emperor was growing tired of his excuses and wanted results. For now, Borask was on the Scarren's Supreme Command base, talking with other high- ranking officials about he situation at hand.

"There has been no sign of John Crichton," Caraas, a trusted lieutenant and friend told Borask. "It is like he vanished."

"Well, we know that isn't true," Borask replied. "We know he probably went in search of his ship, the leviathon Moya. We just have to concentrate our search on that ship and we will find him."

"Yes sir," the group said in unison. Almost every high-ranking official was on this base to deal with Crichton. For such a weak species he sure was causing a lot more trouble then he seemed to be worth. But, the Emperor was dead set on finding out what he knew about wormholes, all because the Peacekeepers demanded the same knowledge. So, here they all sat trying to find John Crichton.

John Crichton wasn't hard to find if you knew where to look. He was not very far from the Scarren Supreme Command Base.

John's first thought when he came up with this plan was to wipe out every Scarren, but then he heard rumblings about a big meeting between the Scarren's about himself. It seemed not everyone in the Scarren occupied territories approved of their control and were willing to give information for the right price.

Hearing that over half the Scarren's big wigs were in one place was like providence. It sealed John's resolve to at least severely damage the Scarren hierarchy even if he couldn't decimate it.

"Are you sure you know what you are doing," a voice in his head said. He wondered where Harvey was? The bastard was never around when you needed him. Maybe he was preparing for his funeral, John knew he should be doing the same thing.

"The blood, it stays in your soul," Aeryn's words re-played in his mind. She should know her body count was a hell of a lot higher then his. If he got this right, John figured he would overtake her in a split second, not that he wanted to. It was a matter of need, of quenching his thirst for revenge.

Sensors revealed the Scarren base was coming into range, and just like it was scripted, John felt the tingle. It appeared the Scarrens had helped him out a little in his quest for revenge, for the base was situated on the outskirts of a nexus of wormholes. Enough activity to help him create a weapon that would spell their doom.

Flying covertly John made his way to the wormhole he was sure was about to open up and prepared for the maneuver that would create the ultimate weapon. He sneered and laughed at the thought. Yeah, this was going to be good.

"Sir, we are reading that the wormhole is opening again," the soldier said.

"Prepare for the after affect," Borask said lazily. He really hated it when this happened.

John Crichton saw the wormhole open and set his course. Okay, he thought, here goes. Flipping a switch on the control panel, John began flying on the outskirts of the wormhole.

"Just like Doc Brown's flux capasator," John said turning the controls referencing his flight to Back to the Future. "Let's get this sucker up to 88 miles per hour and see what happens."

The wormhole began to ripple outward and just like before when that had destroyed the Scarren Dreadknot the innocent wormhole began turning itself into a weapon. Further rippling spiraled outward and in the direction of the Scarren base.

"We have a problem," an officer said. "It appears the wormhole is coming straight for us. It is attacking."

"What," Borask got out before explosions began around him. His command to his troops was lost as the fire engulfed him and began to sear his supposed impenetrable flesh.

"What a sight," John said aloud. "How do you like me know?"

John didn't have time to revel in his apparent victory as sensors began beeping all over his console. He was losing propulsion and began spiraling out of control. It was then he saw the wormhole losing stability and coming straight for him.

"I guess you were right, Aeryn," John said as he watched the wormhole speed toward him. "You are always right." And then he was gone in a flash and all that was left was empty space.

"Aeryn, he said six solar days," D'Argo said on command. "It has been seven."

"So we just give up," Aeryn asked turning from the view screen. "Are you ready to accept that and leave?"

"No, Aeryn I don't want to give up on him." D'Argo walked toward her. "But at some point we must face reality." D'Argo drew in a deep breath and blew it out. He could see the pain in Aeryn's eyes. Would this ex-peacekeeper he had grown to love every get a fair deal, it appeared she wouldn't, for the only man she had ever truly loved wasn't coming back.

"Reality isn't coming today," Aeryn said lifting her chin. "We wait."

D'Argo jus shook his head and left command. He found Chiana in the passageway.

"Well," she said swaying to the left. "Did you talk her into leaving?"

"No, I couldn't," D'Argo informed her. "We give her today, and then we leave. We can't stay here much longer we are a target."

"Sounds good to me," Chiana replied as she walked past D'Argo. She loved John Crichton, too, but he was gone. Before when he left, he felt he had nothing to live for, but now he did. He had Aeryn and Lucky and if he could've made it back he would have. John Crichton was dead.

John Crichton was alive. He just wasn't sure how. When the wormhole enveloped him, John was sure he was dead, but instead of blowing up, he was sucked into it and fought with all he had to maneuver through the labyrinth to find a route through.

So, here he was floating in space, no clue where he was, and running out of fuel. He was about to give up when he saw a ship in the distance. At first he thought it was Moya but then he discovered it wasn't. This leviathon had a control collar on it and looked pretty beat up. Debating what to do, John decided to chance it, grab some fuel and get the hell out.

Landing in the hanger, John noticed the leviathon was in really bad shape. The walls were rotting and the stench was a cross between rotting flesh and garbage that had been left out in the hot summer sun. To his left, he noticed a transport pod. It appeared to be abandoned, so he by-passed it and went in search of fuel.

Luck, again, there was some viable fuel he could use in the storage container to his left. After re-fueling his module, John prepared his module. He was getting the frell out of here. This had the creepy feeling of turning into one of the scary movies he used to watch when he was a kid. "I'm outta here," John said.

A loud scream stopped his movements as he climbed into the module. "Nope, I am not going," John said aloud. But the scream came again and he slammed his hand on his module and jumped down.

Just look around really quick and get out, John told himself. Making his way down the passageway, there was an eeriness John couldn't shake. All that was missing was the menacing music and he would have been in his own personal horror film.

Continuing through the leviathon, John realized he was making his way to the Pilot's den. Might as well see what is going on down there so I can cure my mind and move on.

Opening the door to Pilot's den, John saw two men struggling on the ledge in front of the area where the pilot sat. The one man was grotesque with flesh hanging from his scalp and a long needle attached to his arm. Now the other man, he looked familiar and when he turned his head, John realized why. It was himself. It was John.

Hell, this must be some kind of alternate reality, John thought. In this reality, John had gone with the others and ran upon Karvok. Hell, how would that one play out?

Just then, the other John punched Karvok and plunged his needle into the base of the area in front of the Pilot. John watched his other self prepare for escape, and then saw Karvok pull himself free and aim something at his other self.

John knew he couldn't let this John die, so he pushed him out of the way and took the brunt of the blast himself. After a few microts he shook his head and noticed Karvok coming after him. John pulled Winona from his holster and shot the weirdo square in the eyes, and he fell with a thud.

John turned his head from the sight, and caught his breath. To the far left lay the alternate John Crichton, but leaning against the wall was a third John. The alternate Crichton was unconscious and John knew he had to get out of here.

"Listen," John said to his split self. "You have to get him out of here. Back to his friends."

His other self just glared at him. "You have to do this, and remember stick with this reality. You are John Crichton."

"What the hell are you talking about," his other self said. "Who are you?" John's other self lunged after him and John moved away and knocked him to the floor, and he hit his head and lay lifeless on the floor.

"I can't deal with this," John said. He waved his hand away and ran from the room. After all none of this was real.

John got to his module, hopped in and started the engines. In a few microts he was back in space and set a course. He had to get back to Moya. He was sure Aeryn had given up on him, thinking he was dead. It had been over six solar days and he didn't expect for them to wait, but he would fly to the coordinates there anyway, and if they weren't there, then he would begin his search again.

"Aeryn," D'Argo began.

"I know, I know." Aeryn held up her hands to stop D'Argo. "We have to leave. I know."

"I am sorry, but we are putting everyone in danger."

"You are right, we have to go," Aeryn conceded. "John is gone, we have to think of Lucky and the rest of us."

"Pilot, prepare to starburst," D'Argo said.

"Yes," Pilot said then stopped. "D'Argo, there is a ship approaching."

"Can you see what kind it is?" D'Argo rushed to the view screen. He hoped it was John and dreaded it if it wasn't.

"I have just received communication," Pilot informed them. "It is Commander Crichton."

Pilot's words flowed through Aeryn. John was here and he was alive. She put the back of her hand over her mouth and muffled a cry. Unable to stand, she leaned against the wall and laid her head back. "You came back," she said. "You came back."

The module landed in the hanger and John sat in the cockpit trying to control his emotions. The adrenaline that had flowed through him for so many days had finally left and his strength was sapped. He wasn't sure he could move his limbs felt like lead.

He didn't have to move, as he watched as the canopy popped open and Aeryn stood before him. Her face was red and tear stained and she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Pouring himself from the module he landed on the floor with a thud and just pulled her into this arms. She felt so good, he leaned into her and she placed her arms around his waist to pull him closer.

"I love you," John said into her hair. "I love you so much. I am so sorry."

"Shhh," Aeryn said rubbing his head. "It's okay, you're back now. That's all that matters."

Maybe it was the feeling of peace or he was just exhausted, but at that moment John felt everything grow black and he passed out. As everything went dark he saw Aeryn's face and smiled.

The dream was horrible. Screaming, blood, fire it consumed him and he woke in a cold sweat. Panting deeply, John ripped the covers from his body and sat on the edge of the bed. His whole body was slick with sweat and he began rubbing it from his arms when he heard someone approaching.

"John," Aeryn said in a worried voice. "You okay?"

Aeryn was standing in the doorway, her legs braced and her arms wrapped around her waist. She was like an angel and she was here to save him.

"You were right," John said hanging his head. "The blood is in here." He pointed to his chest and could feel hot tears forming in his eyes.

John felt the side of the bed sag as Aeryn sat beside him. She grabbed one of his hands and linked her fingers with his.

"I was so angry and consumed with rage, I didn't think about what I was doing." John kept his head bowed and didn't look at her. "I'm afraid I have made us even more wanted. What have I done? How can you ever forgive me?"

"It will be okay, John." Aeryn rubbed her finger up and down his knuckles. 'There is nothing for me to forgive you for. I love you. We will be okay."

"How can we?" John looked at her then and took a deep breath. "We are so messed up. We have both been tortured in more ways then could be imagined, and our son, what he had to go through is worse then any nightmare."

"Yes, but he survived, is surviving," Aeryn said with a slight smile. "Just like we did. We are survivors John, and we will make it through this. We have to."

"After what I have done, there is no place for us to hid out here," John revealed. "They will hunt us down until the ykills us, and I have not only put you and Lucky in danger, it is the rest on Moya as well."

"Well then," Aeryn said pushing back her shoulders. "Then let's get out of here. Let's go home."

"What are you talking about," John asked shaking his head.

"You can go anywhere in a wormhole can't you?"

John shook his head yes.

"Then let's go to your home," Aeryn said with a bright smile. "Take me and Lucky to Earth."

Her words shocked John. "You really want to go to Earth? Make it your home?"

"Home is where you are," Aeryn said lifting her hand to stroke his cheek. "Wherever you are is where I want to be."

John pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. God, if this was a dream, let it go on. But it was real and for once John Crichton could see the light at the end of the tunnel. Was happiness, true happiness not far behind?

That evening, after John and Aeryn had told the others of their plan, they lay in each other's arms. John thought about the alternate reality he found himself in. It freaked him out. So, that was what would have happened if he had gone with the others that day. Fate was a tricky mistress. One flip of a coin and life could be so different. It was kind of scary, but he pushed the thought away.

Aeryn turned in her sleep and John pulled her close. He would only think of the next day, for tomorrow he would pack up Aeryn and his son and they were going to Earth. It wasn't an assurance of complete peace and happiness but it was a start.