*~*DiSCLAIMER!!!*~* Ok I am sick of writing disclaimers. LOL, from now on, I'll post one disclaimer, and then that's it for the rest of the story. ANYWAY, all credit goes to where it's due, and I can't wait to start again on my fan ficciez!!!! *I've missed em since I've been away doing HW and stuff...* So anyway, here I go!
As her eyes cracked open and she gave another low moan, Solaris blinked her azure eyes a couple times before she managed to utter, "Oh frell, not again..." She was lying on her back on a hard medical table, staring at the ceiling of the medical bay once again, the metallic surface of Moya's hull gleaming above her.
"Oh yes!!!" Replied Stark's voice to her right. Almost instantaneously, his face came in her view, looking quite excited at the prospect that she was finally awake. "YES! YES! Solaris is up again! This is good news again!"
Solaris groaned. "Stark, you say that same thing again one more time I sware you'll be eating those words and choking on them!"
"OH! OH! Yes, I understand, but you have got to understand Solaris..."
"Understand what??? That you're in my face every single time I get visions of my parents?? Jeez Stark, you make me feel like I'm in a zoo or something."
Stark flinched. "Well, not exactly..."
"Well then what??? I got MANY important things to do and not alot of time to do 'em." Snapped Solaris, scooting herself to a sitting position on the edge of the table. However, after a bit of wooziness, she reluctantly relaxed back down on top of the hard, metallic surface. "Frell..."
Her comerade gave her an amused smile. "You're not completely recovered from your vision just yet. Now relax Solaris."
She grumbled. "Stark, I AM RELAXED!!!!"
Bustling around the table, Stark refused to acknowledge her opinion, more focused on what he was trying to grind with his bowl and pestel than what she was saying. He worked quickly, adding roots and berries, bits and pieces of plants and ground them up, until he worked up a heavy salve. Silently, he carried it back to the medical table, and said, "Solaris, relax, and close your eyes."
The human-Sebaceanoid stared back at him, her azure eyes narrowed. "WAIIIIIT, hold up there Starky, just WHAT are you planning to do?"
"This salve will help you relax, and it will release your mind through its scent, so you can remember what happened in your visions."
"Uh, thanks for the aroma therapy and the free beauty makeover, but I think I'll pass." However, she quickly swallowed her words as she stared into Stark's unmasked eye, seeing he meant business. "On second thought, maybe the facial mask would be a good thing after all. Do I get the cucumbers over my eyes too?"
He gave a wry smile as he applied the first layer of the salve to her face, eyelids and all. "Now, just concentrate on your family: their faces, memories of them, that sort of thing. Think of all the memories you've been getting, and how they felt at the times those memories happened. Let your mind drift as you close your eyes..."
She almost laughed as a flash of an old movie flitted in her mind. "There's no place like home, there's no place like home..."
*~~~~~~*~~~~~~*
Suddenly, she felt... out of sorts, as if someone had knocked her out and taken her somewhere else. Cautiously, she opened her eyes, surprised to reveal that she was standing up on top of an outstretched dock, dressed in black bike shorts, and a spaghetti strap purple top. There were a fleet of boats everywhere: spooners; row boats; the large private yachts that rich people would sail or live in; sailboats of all colors and shapes; the massive amount of seagoing vessels boggled her mind. The air filled with the smell of the sea, opening up her nasal passages as they took on new information. The sun, barely sinking into the horizon in back of her, was a fiery ball of neon orange, painting its fading yellow hues across the vast sky, tinting the clouds violet and orange as it sank. Solaris breathed in the warmth radiating from it, and felt the wind whip her chestnut hair out from its tied back position.
It almost made her feel like she could fly.
A sudden, burst of sound caught her ears, heightened by her senses as she heard someone approaching. Quickly, she dived into the space between the ground and the wooden planks of the dock, hoping that the crack would cover her silhouette.
"Who's out here? Get your ass out here, or I got a handgun that'll put more bullets through you than swiss cheese!" Snapped a masculine, strong yet comical voice.
*That voice... that voice... I've heard it before!* Thought Solaris, lying on her back and pulling her feet up to her stomach. *I... I'm not sure where though...*
"COME ON! I know someone's out here!!!! I heard something coming from over here!!!" His feet came close to where she was hiding, only five feet away, next to a trashcan. She dared not look to see who it was, for fear of being given away. However, it seemed she didn't have to look at all. The trashcan tipped over violently, and out with it, a skittering, fast little critter behind a black mask scampered away.
"What the-- UGH! Damn raccoon! That's the third one this week!" Backing away, the footsteps were at first loud, and then faded away, as they gained distance and feet between him and the hidden girl underneath the pier.
When the coast was clear an hour later, Solaris ducked out from under the dock, wriggling free until she could help herself up. However, her judge of timing couldn't have been more worse, because at that time, the man came back, a black trashbag at his side.
"Hey, HEY!!!" Heavy and quick footsteps ran up to her, grabbing both her arms as she struggled to get away, eyes closed. Solaris thrashed in his grip, trying to loosen it, as the man tensely said, "Hey, HEY! Kid, I ain't gonna hurt you unless you're one of those damned boat stealers! Jeez, you should be in the WWF, you're squirmin' so hard..." He laughed with bravado. "If we ever fought one on one, you'd probably kick my ass."
*That voice... no... it can't be... can it?* She immediately opened her eyes, and flashed them in surprise at who had taken a hold of her. His eyes matched hers in every way, the hair, a perfect duplicate of mousy brown. For a moment, she stared into those eyes, unsure of what she was looking at, and if it was real. At her shocked expression her body automatically stopped suqirming, frozen now to see one of the two people she never thought she would meet in her life again.
"Hey... hey kid, who... where did..." He seemed almost as flabbergasted at her expression as she was of him being there. "Hey are you... are you... ok?"
"T-t-t-t-that depends... on what you c-c-call... ok." She answered immediately, still frozen.
He laughed lightly, amusement crossing his face. "Well, by ok, I mean, are you breathing? Heart beating? A.K.A LIVING?? Because if you're dead right now, we got a problem."
"Hey, you're not paying for the funeral, so why do you care if I'm breathing or not?" She retorted, laughing along with him, relaxing. "Who... who are you anyway?"
"Well, if I told you that, I'd have to kill ya."
She smiled, feeling control returning to her muscles and bones. "From the looks of you, I'd say you couldn't hurt a fly."
The brown-haired man looked at her, amusement in his eyes. "Oh really? Why do you say that?"
"Because you look like the person who would shoot himself in the foot before he got a shot at me!!!"
His smile grew wider. "Alright, fine, be that way. But I'm warnin' you..."
Solaris spread her arms wide, in a taunting gesture to signal she was unarmed. "Be my guest."
"Fine, you tell me your name first."
"WHAT? ME? Why not you?"
For once, he looked annoyed. "Well for one, I'm older and wiser than you."
"Your point? I'm younger and fiestier! What do you gotta say about that?"
"Uh, probably that I'm still older than you."
"Again, I say, your point?"
The man groaned, and ran his fingers through his hair. "Oh God, you're one of THOSE types, aren't you?"
"What, the annoying types? Funny, I think I'm more like my dad than my mom." Solaris stated proudly, grinning mysteriously. "So it's his fault."
"DAMN you're not gonna let me go, are you?"
"Uhhh.... was I holding you here in the first place?"
"FINE! FINE!" He threw his hands up, defeated. "You want to know my name, fine. Don't expect me to give out autographs when I'm done..."
She smirked, choking back a laugh. "You and autographs? Those two words don't ring a bell to me in the same sentence..."
Her companion chuckled, enjoying the conversation. "Fine, have it your way."
The next 3 seconds seemed to last forever, as Solaris stood there in front of him and stared. She was unprepared for his answer, although she should have expected it. She was frozen, unable to move, as his introduction to her was made. "I'm Commander John Crichton, at your service."
As her eyes cracked open and she gave another low moan, Solaris blinked her azure eyes a couple times before she managed to utter, "Oh frell, not again..." She was lying on her back on a hard medical table, staring at the ceiling of the medical bay once again, the metallic surface of Moya's hull gleaming above her.
"Oh yes!!!" Replied Stark's voice to her right. Almost instantaneously, his face came in her view, looking quite excited at the prospect that she was finally awake. "YES! YES! Solaris is up again! This is good news again!"
Solaris groaned. "Stark, you say that same thing again one more time I sware you'll be eating those words and choking on them!"
"OH! OH! Yes, I understand, but you have got to understand Solaris..."
"Understand what??? That you're in my face every single time I get visions of my parents?? Jeez Stark, you make me feel like I'm in a zoo or something."
Stark flinched. "Well, not exactly..."
"Well then what??? I got MANY important things to do and not alot of time to do 'em." Snapped Solaris, scooting herself to a sitting position on the edge of the table. However, after a bit of wooziness, she reluctantly relaxed back down on top of the hard, metallic surface. "Frell..."
Her comerade gave her an amused smile. "You're not completely recovered from your vision just yet. Now relax Solaris."
She grumbled. "Stark, I AM RELAXED!!!!"
Bustling around the table, Stark refused to acknowledge her opinion, more focused on what he was trying to grind with his bowl and pestel than what she was saying. He worked quickly, adding roots and berries, bits and pieces of plants and ground them up, until he worked up a heavy salve. Silently, he carried it back to the medical table, and said, "Solaris, relax, and close your eyes."
The human-Sebaceanoid stared back at him, her azure eyes narrowed. "WAIIIIIT, hold up there Starky, just WHAT are you planning to do?"
"This salve will help you relax, and it will release your mind through its scent, so you can remember what happened in your visions."
"Uh, thanks for the aroma therapy and the free beauty makeover, but I think I'll pass." However, she quickly swallowed her words as she stared into Stark's unmasked eye, seeing he meant business. "On second thought, maybe the facial mask would be a good thing after all. Do I get the cucumbers over my eyes too?"
He gave a wry smile as he applied the first layer of the salve to her face, eyelids and all. "Now, just concentrate on your family: their faces, memories of them, that sort of thing. Think of all the memories you've been getting, and how they felt at the times those memories happened. Let your mind drift as you close your eyes..."
She almost laughed as a flash of an old movie flitted in her mind. "There's no place like home, there's no place like home..."
*~~~~~~*~~~~~~*
Suddenly, she felt... out of sorts, as if someone had knocked her out and taken her somewhere else. Cautiously, she opened her eyes, surprised to reveal that she was standing up on top of an outstretched dock, dressed in black bike shorts, and a spaghetti strap purple top. There were a fleet of boats everywhere: spooners; row boats; the large private yachts that rich people would sail or live in; sailboats of all colors and shapes; the massive amount of seagoing vessels boggled her mind. The air filled with the smell of the sea, opening up her nasal passages as they took on new information. The sun, barely sinking into the horizon in back of her, was a fiery ball of neon orange, painting its fading yellow hues across the vast sky, tinting the clouds violet and orange as it sank. Solaris breathed in the warmth radiating from it, and felt the wind whip her chestnut hair out from its tied back position.
It almost made her feel like she could fly.
A sudden, burst of sound caught her ears, heightened by her senses as she heard someone approaching. Quickly, she dived into the space between the ground and the wooden planks of the dock, hoping that the crack would cover her silhouette.
"Who's out here? Get your ass out here, or I got a handgun that'll put more bullets through you than swiss cheese!" Snapped a masculine, strong yet comical voice.
*That voice... that voice... I've heard it before!* Thought Solaris, lying on her back and pulling her feet up to her stomach. *I... I'm not sure where though...*
"COME ON! I know someone's out here!!!! I heard something coming from over here!!!" His feet came close to where she was hiding, only five feet away, next to a trashcan. She dared not look to see who it was, for fear of being given away. However, it seemed she didn't have to look at all. The trashcan tipped over violently, and out with it, a skittering, fast little critter behind a black mask scampered away.
"What the-- UGH! Damn raccoon! That's the third one this week!" Backing away, the footsteps were at first loud, and then faded away, as they gained distance and feet between him and the hidden girl underneath the pier.
When the coast was clear an hour later, Solaris ducked out from under the dock, wriggling free until she could help herself up. However, her judge of timing couldn't have been more worse, because at that time, the man came back, a black trashbag at his side.
"Hey, HEY!!!" Heavy and quick footsteps ran up to her, grabbing both her arms as she struggled to get away, eyes closed. Solaris thrashed in his grip, trying to loosen it, as the man tensely said, "Hey, HEY! Kid, I ain't gonna hurt you unless you're one of those damned boat stealers! Jeez, you should be in the WWF, you're squirmin' so hard..." He laughed with bravado. "If we ever fought one on one, you'd probably kick my ass."
*That voice... no... it can't be... can it?* She immediately opened her eyes, and flashed them in surprise at who had taken a hold of her. His eyes matched hers in every way, the hair, a perfect duplicate of mousy brown. For a moment, she stared into those eyes, unsure of what she was looking at, and if it was real. At her shocked expression her body automatically stopped suqirming, frozen now to see one of the two people she never thought she would meet in her life again.
"Hey... hey kid, who... where did..." He seemed almost as flabbergasted at her expression as she was of him being there. "Hey are you... are you... ok?"
"T-t-t-t-that depends... on what you c-c-call... ok." She answered immediately, still frozen.
He laughed lightly, amusement crossing his face. "Well, by ok, I mean, are you breathing? Heart beating? A.K.A LIVING?? Because if you're dead right now, we got a problem."
"Hey, you're not paying for the funeral, so why do you care if I'm breathing or not?" She retorted, laughing along with him, relaxing. "Who... who are you anyway?"
"Well, if I told you that, I'd have to kill ya."
She smiled, feeling control returning to her muscles and bones. "From the looks of you, I'd say you couldn't hurt a fly."
The brown-haired man looked at her, amusement in his eyes. "Oh really? Why do you say that?"
"Because you look like the person who would shoot himself in the foot before he got a shot at me!!!"
His smile grew wider. "Alright, fine, be that way. But I'm warnin' you..."
Solaris spread her arms wide, in a taunting gesture to signal she was unarmed. "Be my guest."
"Fine, you tell me your name first."
"WHAT? ME? Why not you?"
For once, he looked annoyed. "Well for one, I'm older and wiser than you."
"Your point? I'm younger and fiestier! What do you gotta say about that?"
"Uh, probably that I'm still older than you."
"Again, I say, your point?"
The man groaned, and ran his fingers through his hair. "Oh God, you're one of THOSE types, aren't you?"
"What, the annoying types? Funny, I think I'm more like my dad than my mom." Solaris stated proudly, grinning mysteriously. "So it's his fault."
"DAMN you're not gonna let me go, are you?"
"Uhhh.... was I holding you here in the first place?"
"FINE! FINE!" He threw his hands up, defeated. "You want to know my name, fine. Don't expect me to give out autographs when I'm done..."
She smirked, choking back a laugh. "You and autographs? Those two words don't ring a bell to me in the same sentence..."
Her companion chuckled, enjoying the conversation. "Fine, have it your way."
The next 3 seconds seemed to last forever, as Solaris stood there in front of him and stared. She was unprepared for his answer, although she should have expected it. She was frozen, unable to move, as his introduction to her was made. "I'm Commander John Crichton, at your service."