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Her blue eyes staring, concentrating hard, Solaris squinted against the metal panel in front of her in the hangar bay, her hands on her hips as she examined the rusty piece. "Ok, you're SURE this was everything Dad scribbled on wormholes, D'Argo?"
"I'm pretty sure of it. Lara. I remember when he showed it to me." The taller Luxan pointed to three, distinct places on the big panel, leaned up against his beloved Lo'La. "He said that these three formulas would create a wormhole, but he didn't know what he was missing."
"Hmmmmmmm....." She ran her hand along the icy cold surface. "Let me see..... E=Mc2+T which is in relativity to S....."
"Ummmmmm..... Lara? What are you doing?"
She loked up from her daze. "OH! I'm quantum-physicing....."
"Which is?????"
"Trying to apply physics to create a damned wormhole, now LEAVE ME ALONE!"
D'Argo frowned, crossing his arms across his red tunic. "Lara... do you have any idea what exactly you are doing?"
"NOT A SINGLE CLUE. But I have read over alot of this stuff, and sooner or later, an idea of what exactly i am thinking of will appear. Somewhere in this equation the answer is gonna hit me like a sack of bricks and magically appear." Solaris ran her long slender fingers through her silky chestnut hair, a force of habit from frustration. "It would be a whole frelling lotta help if Dad just kept a record or something of this... in quick and easy steps..."
A noise behind them alerted them to the presence of Chiana, her milky blue eyes twitching back and forth as if she could still see through them. "Hey ya Lari, how's everythin' goin'?"
"Horrible."
"Oh! That's good!" Said the Nebari, with fake enthusiasm. "Betcha you won't need any help."
"Pip, if you could even tell me the first thing my dad TALKED about when he described wormholes, that would be hunky dorie with me."
Chiana cocked her head to the side, grinning. "Well, he always wanted to get HOME... Wherever that was..."
Images of a mostly blue planet, covered in whitish clouds and brown-green areas flashed across Solaris's mind, sharp and intense. "Earth, Pip. Earth. Where Grampa Crighton is in South Carolina."
D'Argo raised an eyebrow. "Sow-th- Kare-oh-line-ah?"
The human-Sabaceanoid sighed and rolled her eyes. 'YES, D. South Carolina. One of the fifty states of the United States of America."
A small smile played across his lips. "Your remembering things again, Lara."
The playful words made her almost drop the wrench she was using as a pointer, as Solaris turned to look at him with venom. "I. KNOW. THAT. D'ARGO. Now if only I can remember this frelling WORMHOLE CRAP!!!!!!" Her last words ended with her pounding her fist into the plate, its ringing pitch of vibrating metal making her growing headache even worse. Her fist left a huge ding, the imprint of it embedded deeply.
*I just wish I could FIGURE THIS OUT!!!* She screamed in her mind, as her eyes slowly closed. *Maybe I'd be more of a help to everyone if I can figure this out and get everybody home...*
Pain jabbed at her from behind her eyes, a sure fire sign of another awakened memory as she slowly sank to the floor, her body growing heavy and numb. Slipping to unconsciousness, her feet flew out from under her, and strong hands grasped her waist, and held her until it was the right time to resurface from her own mind once again.
*~*~*~*~* 16 years before *~*~*~*~*
"You know you'll only drive yourself to madness John, if you continue in this matter." Sneered the Scorpius clone in John's head.
They were both at a baseball park in New York, a long forgotten memory of Crighton's childhood that never seemed to die. Standing on the pitcher's mound, John was wearing the home team jersey of the New York Yankees, tossing up a baseball until gravity worked its magic upon it, and brought it back down into his glove. "Hey Harvey, don't sweat the small stuff, you'll get stressed."
The ball was lightly tossed in Harvey's direction, only coming close enough to his head that Harvey squirmed and avoided the pitch. "Honestly John, things in life are not all fun and games you know." He looked at the cone of cotton candy clutched between his greedy suit covered fingers, and took a big bite of the pinkish delight. "But I must say, the way you put it in vivid detail... and oh! This melts in your mouth! It has substance, and yet it does not! What do you call this... this... this...consumption?"
"It's called 'cotton candy' Harv, and you've totally ruined my appitite with stuffing all that in your mouth."
"OH! THIS 'cotton candy' is simply MARVELOUS!!!!"
John smirked, fiddling with the curve of his baseball cap. "Don't eat too much of it Harv, or else you'll get so sick of it you'll burst like a Goodyear blimp." He took his glove off to chalk up both his hands, preparing to pitch. "And what do you mean, I'll go nuts if I 'continue to be like this'?"
His black tongue slobbering all over what was left of his cotton candy, Harvey shook his head with gusto. "You indulge yourself in these little fantasies too much John. It sometimes leads me to believe that you would rather be in here than out there!" He pointed with his sticky, pinkish black finger. "Makes me think you like it better in here!"
The brown haired human shook his head, throwing another ball up in the air. "Nah, frell that Harvey. I got the best woman in the world waitin' for me out there. Aeryn's the woman I love, and nothing's gonna stop me from gettin' close to or being with her."
"What if she dies?"
"She WON'T. Besides, she's come back to life before. Why not again?"
Harvey sneered, his black teeth drawn back. "True. But Zhaan isn't here to save her, now is she? And how long do you think you can protect her? Especially when you're not there?"
Blue eyes narrowed on the clone, their owner clenching his teeth. "And what does THAT frelling mean?"
"Oh nothing... nothing..." Sticky pinkish fingers snatched at another cone of sugary confection, and licked at it relentlessly.
"Hey Harv..."
"Yes John?"
"Did you know that a baseball, traveling at, oh, more than 50 mph. could put someone in a coma?"
"REALLY! I never knew that. I wonder if that is true."
John grinned from ear to ear, winding up his pitch. "Then let's test that theory!" Quick as lightning, the brown haired man released the pitch smoothly, smacking the back of Harvey's head with supreme accuracy as the latter swooned, and collapsed.
"AND CRIGHTON PITCHES ANOTHER OUTSTANDING NO HITTER!!!!!! WHOOOOO HOOOOOO!!!!!! AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!!!!!" Laughing, John threw his hands up in the air and whooped, hollering at the top of his lungs as sudden, uncontrollable applause broke out from the stands.
Swaggering towards his annoyance in his head, his eyes bright blue with laughter, Crighton grinned down at the unconscious Harvey, mocking him. "WOW, I guess I was right. Gee, what're the odds of that happening???"
Her blue eyes staring, concentrating hard, Solaris squinted against the metal panel in front of her in the hangar bay, her hands on her hips as she examined the rusty piece. "Ok, you're SURE this was everything Dad scribbled on wormholes, D'Argo?"
"I'm pretty sure of it. Lara. I remember when he showed it to me." The taller Luxan pointed to three, distinct places on the big panel, leaned up against his beloved Lo'La. "He said that these three formulas would create a wormhole, but he didn't know what he was missing."
"Hmmmmmmm....." She ran her hand along the icy cold surface. "Let me see..... E=Mc2+T which is in relativity to S....."
"Ummmmmm..... Lara? What are you doing?"
She loked up from her daze. "OH! I'm quantum-physicing....."
"Which is?????"
"Trying to apply physics to create a damned wormhole, now LEAVE ME ALONE!"
D'Argo frowned, crossing his arms across his red tunic. "Lara... do you have any idea what exactly you are doing?"
"NOT A SINGLE CLUE. But I have read over alot of this stuff, and sooner or later, an idea of what exactly i am thinking of will appear. Somewhere in this equation the answer is gonna hit me like a sack of bricks and magically appear." Solaris ran her long slender fingers through her silky chestnut hair, a force of habit from frustration. "It would be a whole frelling lotta help if Dad just kept a record or something of this... in quick and easy steps..."
A noise behind them alerted them to the presence of Chiana, her milky blue eyes twitching back and forth as if she could still see through them. "Hey ya Lari, how's everythin' goin'?"
"Horrible."
"Oh! That's good!" Said the Nebari, with fake enthusiasm. "Betcha you won't need any help."
"Pip, if you could even tell me the first thing my dad TALKED about when he described wormholes, that would be hunky dorie with me."
Chiana cocked her head to the side, grinning. "Well, he always wanted to get HOME... Wherever that was..."
Images of a mostly blue planet, covered in whitish clouds and brown-green areas flashed across Solaris's mind, sharp and intense. "Earth, Pip. Earth. Where Grampa Crighton is in South Carolina."
D'Argo raised an eyebrow. "Sow-th- Kare-oh-line-ah?"
The human-Sabaceanoid sighed and rolled her eyes. 'YES, D. South Carolina. One of the fifty states of the United States of America."
A small smile played across his lips. "Your remembering things again, Lara."
The playful words made her almost drop the wrench she was using as a pointer, as Solaris turned to look at him with venom. "I. KNOW. THAT. D'ARGO. Now if only I can remember this frelling WORMHOLE CRAP!!!!!!" Her last words ended with her pounding her fist into the plate, its ringing pitch of vibrating metal making her growing headache even worse. Her fist left a huge ding, the imprint of it embedded deeply.
*I just wish I could FIGURE THIS OUT!!!* She screamed in her mind, as her eyes slowly closed. *Maybe I'd be more of a help to everyone if I can figure this out and get everybody home...*
Pain jabbed at her from behind her eyes, a sure fire sign of another awakened memory as she slowly sank to the floor, her body growing heavy and numb. Slipping to unconsciousness, her feet flew out from under her, and strong hands grasped her waist, and held her until it was the right time to resurface from her own mind once again.
*~*~*~*~* 16 years before *~*~*~*~*
"You know you'll only drive yourself to madness John, if you continue in this matter." Sneered the Scorpius clone in John's head.
They were both at a baseball park in New York, a long forgotten memory of Crighton's childhood that never seemed to die. Standing on the pitcher's mound, John was wearing the home team jersey of the New York Yankees, tossing up a baseball until gravity worked its magic upon it, and brought it back down into his glove. "Hey Harvey, don't sweat the small stuff, you'll get stressed."
The ball was lightly tossed in Harvey's direction, only coming close enough to his head that Harvey squirmed and avoided the pitch. "Honestly John, things in life are not all fun and games you know." He looked at the cone of cotton candy clutched between his greedy suit covered fingers, and took a big bite of the pinkish delight. "But I must say, the way you put it in vivid detail... and oh! This melts in your mouth! It has substance, and yet it does not! What do you call this... this... this...consumption?"
"It's called 'cotton candy' Harv, and you've totally ruined my appitite with stuffing all that in your mouth."
"OH! THIS 'cotton candy' is simply MARVELOUS!!!!"
John smirked, fiddling with the curve of his baseball cap. "Don't eat too much of it Harv, or else you'll get so sick of it you'll burst like a Goodyear blimp." He took his glove off to chalk up both his hands, preparing to pitch. "And what do you mean, I'll go nuts if I 'continue to be like this'?"
His black tongue slobbering all over what was left of his cotton candy, Harvey shook his head with gusto. "You indulge yourself in these little fantasies too much John. It sometimes leads me to believe that you would rather be in here than out there!" He pointed with his sticky, pinkish black finger. "Makes me think you like it better in here!"
The brown haired human shook his head, throwing another ball up in the air. "Nah, frell that Harvey. I got the best woman in the world waitin' for me out there. Aeryn's the woman I love, and nothing's gonna stop me from gettin' close to or being with her."
"What if she dies?"
"She WON'T. Besides, she's come back to life before. Why not again?"
Harvey sneered, his black teeth drawn back. "True. But Zhaan isn't here to save her, now is she? And how long do you think you can protect her? Especially when you're not there?"
Blue eyes narrowed on the clone, their owner clenching his teeth. "And what does THAT frelling mean?"
"Oh nothing... nothing..." Sticky pinkish fingers snatched at another cone of sugary confection, and licked at it relentlessly.
"Hey Harv..."
"Yes John?"
"Did you know that a baseball, traveling at, oh, more than 50 mph. could put someone in a coma?"
"REALLY! I never knew that. I wonder if that is true."
John grinned from ear to ear, winding up his pitch. "Then let's test that theory!" Quick as lightning, the brown haired man released the pitch smoothly, smacking the back of Harvey's head with supreme accuracy as the latter swooned, and collapsed.
"AND CRIGHTON PITCHES ANOTHER OUTSTANDING NO HITTER!!!!!! WHOOOOO HOOOOOO!!!!!! AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!!!!!" Laughing, John threw his hands up in the air and whooped, hollering at the top of his lungs as sudden, uncontrollable applause broke out from the stands.
Swaggering towards his annoyance in his head, his eyes bright blue with laughter, Crighton grinned down at the unconscious Harvey, mocking him. "WOW, I guess I was right. Gee, what're the odds of that happening???"