Drifting. Drifting off to nowhere and she couldn't stop it. Endlessly falling, downward spiral at dizzying heights until she finally......... stopped.

When she opened her eyes, Solaris noticed that she....... wasn't where she expected to be. Gasping in astonishment, she took every bit of the place in, touching the bulkheads with her lithe fingers, and feeling the cold, metallic sense beneath the palms of her hands. Wide blue eyes scanned the curvatures of the walls and the winding paths within the halls that were Moya, and, finally, she cried.

Tears welled and swelled, and she collapsed on the floor in the only place that she knew she was welcomed in. "This is home... I'm home...." she stuttered.

But meticulous footsteps circled around her on the floor; her hair was jerked upwards as a familiar masked face confronted her and sneered, "My, my, my, what have we here? Another figment of John Crichton's mind? Such a strange creature... I don't sense you're human and I don't think you're Sebacean either..."

Solaris grimaced in pain but held strong, while something clicked in the back of her mind, "Somehow I don't think you're really Scorpius either, HARV."

He cocked his head to the side, "Yes, that is what John seems to call me all the time. Now tell me, WHO ARE YOU? I sense you are nothing that John has conjured up in his mind...."

Then, a voice entered earshot, "Harvey, how many more times to I have to tell you, DON'T TOUCH—"

Although she was turned around, Solaris knew that voice, all too familiar, and the tears flooded her eyes again, "Oh Gawd, Dad......."

John Crichton, in all his manly glory, stared, squinted, stared some more, and yelped with recognition, "Waiiiiiit a second, you're that girl! THAT GIRL FROM THE DOCK!!!!!!!! What the FRELL are you doing here?!?!? WHO ARE YOU!?!?!?"

"Well if you'd get this PSYCHO off my head, I'd be more than happy to tell you!" she snapped, wiping the tears from her eyes, "And if he pulls out a chunk of my hair, I swear I'll sue."

"Who is this creature, Crichton!??! She's not a figment of your brain......" inquired Harvey, looking at Solaris's face, "She's very real; I can sense her brain wave activity....."

"No, she's not Harv, but then again, I'd like to find out who she is too, so LET GO OF THE MERCHANDISE!!!!!!" Prying Harvey's fingers off her hair, John grabbed her by the shoulders and hoisted her to her feet.

It was like she couldn't control herself. As new tears flooded her vision, her arms moved by themselves, wrapping themselves around her father in a close embrace, "John Crichton, my god, I......... I can't believe it......."

Awkwardly, he returned the hug, but looked at her suspiciously, "You mind telling me what's going on?"

"I'd rather tell you this alone, and not with Dracula the Ding-Bat over there listening in," she murmured.

"Fine..... hey Harvey? My main pain in the frelling ass, could you stand right... there?" In classic cartoon fashion, a magic red X appeared on the floor, right on the spot John was pointing to, "HEY! YO! HARVEY BUTTMUNCH. Stand there, ok?"

"John, this is NOT necessary!"

"Oh I think it is, NOW STAND THERE," countered Solaris, and shoved him close to the X.

"I do not see the meaning in this..... I won't interfere, and I won't send whatever you discuss to Scorpius, I swear!"

"Harv, you're a walking, talking tape recorder. It's not that you wouldn't do it, it's that you WOULD because you're programmed that way. Sorry Harv, no joy." With that, John comically pulled a pull chain that appeared right next to him, and a 5000 lb Ozme weight whistled downward through the air, smashing Harv to the floor.

Solaris grinned, "Well that's one way to get rid of the in-laws."

John laughed, "Alright, now that I've gotten rid of Harv for the time being, would you mind making with the small talk and tell me who you are? I'm at a loss here, kid."

She nodded, and conjured up a pair of red plastic folding chairs, "Sure. Here, take a seat."

He glanced at the chair and balked, "WHOA, how'd you do that?!?! I thought only I got to make with the mojo....."

"I don't know..... I just... can I suppose. Maybe...... maybe it's what's letting me come in here, like a psychic link or something..."

"Does that mean you get to come in here whenever you want to and party? Because half the galaxy has my memories and that leaves Johnny with zero privacy inside his own mind."

A snicker bubbled from her lips, "Don't worry, I already have those, thank you very much......"

"What?" Now he looked alarmed, "You have my memories!!!!??!?! HOW!??!?!"

"WHOA! WHOA! Houston, we have a problem!" she ushered him into the chair behind him and used her hands to express her thoughts, "Let me explain, ok? Let me start from the beginning..... My name is Solaris, like I said before on Earth."

"Yeah, that raises another question: HOW DID YOU GET HERE!??!!? Last time I recall, I was remembering this memory of being in my old stompin' grounds at SC, and you popping up and disappearing among the trashcans."

"Will you let me talk please? Anyway, listen, ok? My name is Solaris..... Solaris Sun-Crichton."

"Solaris WHAT!?!??!" He bolted from his seat and looked skeptical and just as equally freaked out, "WHOA, WHOA, I never had any kids, thank you very much!!!!"

Solaris frowned and crossed her arms, "SIT DOWN, DAD."

"DAD?!?!?!? Ok, that's it, no more midnight sex with Aeryn..... that is the LAST TIME WE TRY THAT........"

"JOHN ROBERT CRICHTON JUNIOR, SIT YOUR FRELLIN' ASS DOWN in that CHAIR and LISTEN!!!!!!!!!" Her temper flared, "LOOK, You want to know who I am, right? At least give me the time to EXPLAIN!!!!!!!!"

"Do you know how INSANE YOU SOUND!??!?!" He cried, using his hands to exaggerate his words, "Ok, you drop in here, inside my mind, and tell me you're some long lost daughter with who? Who was your mother?"

"Aeryn. My mother is Officer Aeryn Sun, former Peacekeeper soldier of the Icarion Company, Pleisar Regiment."

This stopped John a bit, and he started looking at her in curiosity, "Wait a minute, how do you--?"

She sighed, suddenly drained, "I know because not only did I get your batch of memories, I got Mother's too. It's part of my biochemistry: your memories are stored as dormant DNA information, same as hers, but it's the make-up of the strands of DNA...... they reject each other. The energy produced is so massive that it makes the memories resurface. There's.... something else about it that I don't understand. I mean, I'm no chemist or biologist, but some of the things that go on inside of me....... I don't know, Dad. It's something completely different. I know what it's like to be Sebacean, and I know what it's like to be Human, but this is something different altogether. Like this mind thing. I don't..... I don't.... I.." Suddenly, she collapsed in her chair, and spat blood on Moya's hull, "I.."

"Whoa, whoa, Solaris...." Her father grasped her and pulled her into his lap, and cradled her in a hug, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah..... I don't..... I don't have..... much.... time.... Dad..... be safe....." she seemed to faint in and out of consciousness, and blood kept spilling from her lips, "And Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Call me Lara."

Coughing blood, Lara felt herself on the cold and damp floor, and when she pried her eyes open, she spat at a familiar face in contempted rage, "You backstabbing little trelkez..."

The green eyes of Jace Kohen looked back at her, and shook his head, "I was only doing my duty as a Peacekeeper."

"You make a lousy PK, Ducky."

"Oh really? It was I who captured a renegade half Sebaceanoid, the hybrid that Scorpius wants to find so much about. And what's even better is that your Prowler has been modified with advanced technology, something that will greatly enhance our fleet. No, Solaris, I think that I make a fine Peacekeeper."

"PK my ass, you're as worse as they come."

He slapped her across the cheek, "You are in no position to judge me."

"At least I have something to live for than PK directorate and a code of mass murder."

"OH REALLY? You think being a Peacekeeper is about bullying people around, making them see our way, the RIGHT WAY, and keeping chaos in the universe?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I think."

Jace sneered at her, "You're wrong."

Solaris sat up slowly and grimaced before looking at him with determination in her eyes, "You think being a Peacekeeper is your ultimate evolution, your final perfection, but it's not. You do nothing for love, only for your brand of justice. There's just one thing that I have to say about that..."

This piqued his interest slightly, and his eyes seemed to laugh, "Oh really? What's that?"

Suddenly, her foot shot out, catching the back of his knee as a pulse blast shot took off from her hands like a thrown knife, catching Jace in the abdomen and knocking him out cold on the solid hard floor. Solaris coughed up blood again, but gained the energy to stand again, struggling to her feet as she finished what she was saying, "You can be more."

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