"Fear" (provisional title) by Mike@PilotsChamber
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Please note - this is rated PG13 just in case.
I own none of the Farscape characters (though I wish I did) and this story is entirely fictitious and all the standard stuff.
I'm writing this hopefully to be episode-length, taking off from the ending of the fourth season.
By the way, this is my first fan-fic. Hope you enjoy it.
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Chapter 1 - We're So Screwed (again)
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John didn't know how it had all happened, but it had.
Thank God for miracles.
Everything was fine, somehow. That's a new one. Since when did that happen?
He and Aeryn had returned to Earth, where Aeryn had delivered their child, a boy. Moya had recovered, along with Pilot being bound once again to her systems, and they were having the time of their lives ferrying scientists all over the nearby universe.
John remembered that it was his dad, Jack, who had the pleasure of being the first man to walk on Mars.
D'Argo, Chiana, Rygel, Noranti and Stark had all popped along for the ride - Rygel mainly to get more Earth-food. Guido had an insatiable appetite for toffee-flavoured pop-corn, and Noranti kept calling it "cop-porn" despite John's numerous corrections. It was an in-joke.
Chiana was recovering well from her blindness - it had been a year and she still didn't have perfect vision. But she and D'Argo were actually learning to drive together, something which also amused John no end.
As for Stark, he was perpetually wandering. They had given him enough money to get along with, taught him enough English, and even leant Stark 1812 for a while to inject people with translator microbes so he could talk to them. He was on a spiritual quest, or so he claimed, to try and help any lost souls on Earth cross over.
Last John heard, he was at a gas station in the middle of the desert.
Yep, everyone was here on Earth, having a great life. Bobby was enjoying having the aliens round 24/7, and kept saying how he was the coolest kid at school. John doubted that very much, but whatever made him happy...
Jack was having a great time. As well as helping out around the aliens, taking scientific trips to all the nearby planets and star systems within Starburst range, he now had his son back, along with a grandson.
The wedding had been utterly beautiful, John had remembered. It had taken them the better part of two days to ferry over family, friends and well-wishers over to Moya on transport pods, and make sure they were all injected with translator microbes, but they managed it. It had taken a week earlier to get all the decorations in place, including white tapestries along the corridors, flower arrangements, and John just had to ensure he and Aeryn had a water-bed for their honeymoon suite.
The wedding had been held in Pilot's den. John wanted to thank him for what he had done to save Earth, and didn't want him to miss out. They had constructed a dismantable floor over the gaps in his den, and a Priest had been brought up to marry John and Aeryn.
And afterwards, food was served in the main command room, with dishes cooked by one of the finest chefs on Earth, and a few by Noranti as well. John was actually quite amazed by how many people dared to try Noranti's cooking, but also by how many people liked her off-world stews. Moya seemed vibrant with life as many of John's younger relatives ran round the ship, playing hide-and-seek in the many corridors. Pilot had spent a great deal of time assigning DRDs to watch them all, but despite this was having the time of his life looking after them.
Yep, things couldn't be better.
Right now, John and Aeryn had just come back from a huge honeymoon. They had travelled the globe, seeing the Grand Canyon, done a little shopping in New York, seen the sights of Europe, stayed in a beach house at a small coastal village in the Bahamas, gone on Safari in Africa, and even had a picnic atop Ayers Rock in Australia. Then they had managed to make the journey to Arnessk to see Jool at the temple, along with D'Argo, Rygel, Noranti, Chiana, and even Jack and Bobby. During this time Aeryn gave birth while she and Rygel were trapped in a cave, and he had been the one to deliver the baby!
John and Aeryn's son.
Now, it was early evening. The sun was setting over Cape Canaveral, sending reflections over the lake and turning the sky a deep shade of orange. John and Aeryn were sat on the bonnet of John's new car, a Ford Mustang, arms round each other in front of the lake.
"Any regrets so far?" John asked Aeryn.
"You say that every day." she replied.
"That's 'cos I wanna know. I want to know if there's anything I can do to make you any happier."
Aeryn turned to him. "I don't think I can get any happier." she said, kissing him.
From behind, John could hear his father, Jack. "Nearly your bedtime J.T. Wanna hear a story?"
John almost laughed. "Dad, he's barely three months old. He's too young for your stories."
Jack looked up from his grandson as he pushed the pram behind the car. "Oh, I told you loads of stories when you were his age, son." he said. "I can't believe I've become a father again."
"Grand - you've become a Grandfather, dad." John replied, a grin on his face.
"What's the difference?" Jack said. "Only one I see is that I don't have to change the diapers this time round - I just pass him to you."
John laughed and turned back to Aeryn. "Did you imagine this in your life?" he asked.
"No." she replied and sighed, a grin on her face. "Where did it all go wrong?"
"Huh? What'cha talking about, missy?" John gave her a sassed look.
"Oh, I was supposed to be a big PK brute, remember?" she said. "I was supposed to be dominating all those lesser life-forms, flying all over the place shooting things."
John whispered in her ear. "You can dominate me later tonight if you want." Aeryn just laughed.
A roar began though, barely audible. It increased though until it was filling the sky, drowning out the noise of the crickets and the waves of the lake, causing John, Aeryn and Jack to look up.
Scarren Strikers. At least ten of them, streaking down towards Cape Canaveral. One blasted the IASA shuttle on the platform, destroying it in a huge explosion and a plume of smoke. The others scattered in all directions.
One of them dived down towards the onlookers, letting loose a volley. It destroyed Jack and J.T. in one blast, and then turned back towards John and Aeryn, letting rip with another volley.
Both of them knew they couldn't escape.
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So this is what death must really be like, John thought. A huge pain in the head, total blackness.
He tried opening his eyes, but couldn't make anything out. He saw shapes, vaguely human-looking, in a drab, grey room. He was on a chair, restraints around him.
"Still nothing of importance so far." he made out one of the voices. "This one seems to indicate concern for the other, along with a planet."
"What of the other?" another voice asked.
"Interrogation has had to be delayed due to her pregnancy." the voice continued. "We must stabilise both mother and child before beginning, or risk losing both."
"Such delay is dangerous. Continue the interrogation with this one."
"Affirmative."
John heard the sound of a machine being worked, and finally a lever being pulled. The pain intensified in his head.
John yelled as he blacked out.
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OK, so what are we reckoning so far? Good/not good? Please read and review!
------
Please note - this is rated PG13 just in case.
I own none of the Farscape characters (though I wish I did) and this story is entirely fictitious and all the standard stuff.
I'm writing this hopefully to be episode-length, taking off from the ending of the fourth season.
By the way, this is my first fan-fic. Hope you enjoy it.
-----------------------------------------------------
Chapter 1 - We're So Screwed (again)
------
John didn't know how it had all happened, but it had.
Thank God for miracles.
Everything was fine, somehow. That's a new one. Since when did that happen?
He and Aeryn had returned to Earth, where Aeryn had delivered their child, a boy. Moya had recovered, along with Pilot being bound once again to her systems, and they were having the time of their lives ferrying scientists all over the nearby universe.
John remembered that it was his dad, Jack, who had the pleasure of being the first man to walk on Mars.
D'Argo, Chiana, Rygel, Noranti and Stark had all popped along for the ride - Rygel mainly to get more Earth-food. Guido had an insatiable appetite for toffee-flavoured pop-corn, and Noranti kept calling it "cop-porn" despite John's numerous corrections. It was an in-joke.
Chiana was recovering well from her blindness - it had been a year and she still didn't have perfect vision. But she and D'Argo were actually learning to drive together, something which also amused John no end.
As for Stark, he was perpetually wandering. They had given him enough money to get along with, taught him enough English, and even leant Stark 1812 for a while to inject people with translator microbes so he could talk to them. He was on a spiritual quest, or so he claimed, to try and help any lost souls on Earth cross over.
Last John heard, he was at a gas station in the middle of the desert.
Yep, everyone was here on Earth, having a great life. Bobby was enjoying having the aliens round 24/7, and kept saying how he was the coolest kid at school. John doubted that very much, but whatever made him happy...
Jack was having a great time. As well as helping out around the aliens, taking scientific trips to all the nearby planets and star systems within Starburst range, he now had his son back, along with a grandson.
The wedding had been utterly beautiful, John had remembered. It had taken them the better part of two days to ferry over family, friends and well-wishers over to Moya on transport pods, and make sure they were all injected with translator microbes, but they managed it. It had taken a week earlier to get all the decorations in place, including white tapestries along the corridors, flower arrangements, and John just had to ensure he and Aeryn had a water-bed for their honeymoon suite.
The wedding had been held in Pilot's den. John wanted to thank him for what he had done to save Earth, and didn't want him to miss out. They had constructed a dismantable floor over the gaps in his den, and a Priest had been brought up to marry John and Aeryn.
And afterwards, food was served in the main command room, with dishes cooked by one of the finest chefs on Earth, and a few by Noranti as well. John was actually quite amazed by how many people dared to try Noranti's cooking, but also by how many people liked her off-world stews. Moya seemed vibrant with life as many of John's younger relatives ran round the ship, playing hide-and-seek in the many corridors. Pilot had spent a great deal of time assigning DRDs to watch them all, but despite this was having the time of his life looking after them.
Yep, things couldn't be better.
Right now, John and Aeryn had just come back from a huge honeymoon. They had travelled the globe, seeing the Grand Canyon, done a little shopping in New York, seen the sights of Europe, stayed in a beach house at a small coastal village in the Bahamas, gone on Safari in Africa, and even had a picnic atop Ayers Rock in Australia. Then they had managed to make the journey to Arnessk to see Jool at the temple, along with D'Argo, Rygel, Noranti, Chiana, and even Jack and Bobby. During this time Aeryn gave birth while she and Rygel were trapped in a cave, and he had been the one to deliver the baby!
John and Aeryn's son.
Now, it was early evening. The sun was setting over Cape Canaveral, sending reflections over the lake and turning the sky a deep shade of orange. John and Aeryn were sat on the bonnet of John's new car, a Ford Mustang, arms round each other in front of the lake.
"Any regrets so far?" John asked Aeryn.
"You say that every day." she replied.
"That's 'cos I wanna know. I want to know if there's anything I can do to make you any happier."
Aeryn turned to him. "I don't think I can get any happier." she said, kissing him.
From behind, John could hear his father, Jack. "Nearly your bedtime J.T. Wanna hear a story?"
John almost laughed. "Dad, he's barely three months old. He's too young for your stories."
Jack looked up from his grandson as he pushed the pram behind the car. "Oh, I told you loads of stories when you were his age, son." he said. "I can't believe I've become a father again."
"Grand - you've become a Grandfather, dad." John replied, a grin on his face.
"What's the difference?" Jack said. "Only one I see is that I don't have to change the diapers this time round - I just pass him to you."
John laughed and turned back to Aeryn. "Did you imagine this in your life?" he asked.
"No." she replied and sighed, a grin on her face. "Where did it all go wrong?"
"Huh? What'cha talking about, missy?" John gave her a sassed look.
"Oh, I was supposed to be a big PK brute, remember?" she said. "I was supposed to be dominating all those lesser life-forms, flying all over the place shooting things."
John whispered in her ear. "You can dominate me later tonight if you want." Aeryn just laughed.
A roar began though, barely audible. It increased though until it was filling the sky, drowning out the noise of the crickets and the waves of the lake, causing John, Aeryn and Jack to look up.
Scarren Strikers. At least ten of them, streaking down towards Cape Canaveral. One blasted the IASA shuttle on the platform, destroying it in a huge explosion and a plume of smoke. The others scattered in all directions.
One of them dived down towards the onlookers, letting loose a volley. It destroyed Jack and J.T. in one blast, and then turned back towards John and Aeryn, letting rip with another volley.
Both of them knew they couldn't escape.
------
So this is what death must really be like, John thought. A huge pain in the head, total blackness.
He tried opening his eyes, but couldn't make anything out. He saw shapes, vaguely human-looking, in a drab, grey room. He was on a chair, restraints around him.
"Still nothing of importance so far." he made out one of the voices. "This one seems to indicate concern for the other, along with a planet."
"What of the other?" another voice asked.
"Interrogation has had to be delayed due to her pregnancy." the voice continued. "We must stabilise both mother and child before beginning, or risk losing both."
"Such delay is dangerous. Continue the interrogation with this one."
"Affirmative."
John heard the sound of a machine being worked, and finally a lever being pulled. The pain intensified in his head.
John yelled as he blacked out.
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OK, so what are we reckoning so far? Good/not good? Please read and review!
