It was late in the ship's day when John finally awoke. He rolled over and tried to remember why he needed to find Aeryn... Oh yes. The memories. But, as D'Argo once said, John smelled like dren. So first shower and change of clothes. Then Aeryn.
Aeryn had been awake and moving already for several arns by the time that John got up. She was currently headed to the medical bay for a physical. She wanted to be sure of what had happened last night, so she asked Jool for help. The redhead was examining what was left of the boolite when Aeryn walked in.
"Jool." The girl jumped halfway into the air.
"Oh! You scared me. I thought you weren't coming in till later."
"Well, I'm not busy now and apparently nether are you. So lets get this over with."
"Alright then, remove your garments and change into a medical gown."
Aeryn was behind the privacy screen changing back into her normal clothes as Jool told her of the results.
"Well, you seem to be in perfect physical health," she turned to face Aeryn as Aeryn stepped out from behind the screen, "So my question to you is: Why did you come down here asking for a physical if you're completely fine?"
"That's none of your business."
"Well, I think it is."
"And I don't think it is, so it isn't you business, and I suggest you drop it."
"I bet you'd be willing to tell Zhaan." Aeryn reached out and grabbed Jool by the through, then pinned her to the wall.
"Listen to me, you little trelk, you never knew Zhaan. I did. She was almost like a mother to me. I would have told her, yes, but because she was close to me. You are not. Do not assume you are." Aeryn released Jool, did an about face, then walked out of the medical bay. Jool stared after her.
"What's wrong with her?"
John stepped out of the shower and looked for his clothes. He sighed as he realized the only shirt he had that was even close to being clean was his old gray one. He made a note to wash his clothes or talk Chiana into doing it, then got dressed.
Aeryn sighed as John appeared to her again in Command.
"I thought I left you behind on the dead planet."
"You did. But we need to talk." He looked so innocent. Grey shirt, kaki pants, less wrinkles, bright smile...she turned away from him.
"John...this isn't good for me. I need to move on. I can't do that if you're here." She turned to face him again...and he was gone. Even as a ghost, he was erratic. Aeryn sighed and went back to work.
John walked into Command, not expecting Aeryn to be there.
"Hey. How you doing? Still not talking to me?" Aeryn turned, ready to tell a ghost to leave, but instead saw John, the real John, standing there. He looked almost like the ghost...gray shirt...but the wrinkles...the lines of sadness superimposed into his eyes...
"Uh, Crichton. I am fine. I do not need your help."
"I'm not here to help you. I'm here to talk to you."
"I'm busy. Can't this wait?"
"Aeryn...we need to talk."
"Crichton..." she held back a sigh. So stubborn...just like...
"Aeryn...last night...something...happened...I can't explain it. But I know. I know what happened...between you and...well, I still want to call him that other guy, but there is no other guy anymore. Just me." He smiled and moved towards her, arms open, waiting for a hug. Aeryn looked horrified and backed away.
"I...I..." she stumbled over words, trying to find an excuse to leave. John's eyes widened and tears started to form.
"Aeryn...please...don't...don't...I need to talk to you!" she started to run, and John ran after her. He grabbed one of her arms and pulled her to him. She struggled against him, trying to get away.
"Aeryn..." his voice was rough with tears. "No...you can't go. I've lost everything, Aeryn...I've lost Earth...I've lost my family...I've lost hope...I can't lose you. If I lose you...the only thing I'll have left is my gun. When I was in that coma, your love was what kept me alive...Now that your love is gone...I don't want to have to use the gun, Aeryn..." he sobbed and tried to pull her closer. He was breaking down now, totally oblivious to the fact that he was hurting her and she was now crying. She gathered all her strength and pulled away from him, then ran from Command as fast as her legs would take her. John gasped and fell to his knees on the floor, now full out sobbing. Chiana stepped out of the shadows of Command. She had stood there, unnoticed, watching John's outburst. She walked over to him, help him up, wiped away his tears and shushed him. He smiled insanely at her.
"Heya Pip...how long where you watching?" Chiana pulled back from him.
"Long enough." She then smacked him across the face. He yelped and stumbled backwards. "You think it's hard for you? What about her? You know what its like to lose love, you've been through it before. She never knew love, not till you came along. She's never mourned anyone before. She's never felt a loss like this. Think about what she's going through, and remember how it felt when she died before you talk to her again." Chiana walked out of Command, then stopped at the door. "I'm going to find Aeryn and try to fix the damage you've done."
Chiana didn't have to walk far to find Aeryn. She was sitting on the floor just outside Command, knees to her chest, cheek pressed to the tops of her knees, arms wrapped around her face, trembling and making sobbing noises. Chiana assumed Aeryn was still crying, but couldn't tell because she was facing the other way.
"Aeryn?"
"Go away."
"Aeryn...please...you should talk to someone." Chiana slowly sat down next to Aeryn.
"I don't need to talk to anyone."
"Aeryn...what's wrong? Besides that scene back there?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Yes I would...you're more honest then I am, Aeryn. You're probably the most honest and trustworthy person on the ship. Tell me. Please?"
"I...I was carrying John's child."
"You...that's great...but what do you mean was?"
"I..." she gulped, "I had a miscarriage. You know, when I was in the peacekeepers there were stories about women who had gone on shore leave while on birthing duty and drank to much fellip nectar and lost the child. I never believed them...now I do..." she turned her head to face Chiana. "I need him...I feel so weak now that I've lost the child...because I know it was my fault...and I need him so much..."
"Oh, hey...I'm sure it wasn't your fault...but...you know...John...he's still here. He's as stubborn as ever and he still loves you. If you still need him...be friends first. The rest will come with time."
"Friends? What do you mean?"
"You've never had a friend? A friend is...someone you care about, sometimes someone you love. They aren't always related to you by blood, but they are related to you by heart. In some cases, they're as close as family, ready to step in when things go wrong and lend a hand and ease the pain. Sometimes they're closer then that, ready to die for you, because they love you."
"Are we friends?"
"Uh...yea. I think we are." Then younger girl smiled. Aeryn smiled back.
Things where okay. For now.
Aeryn had been awake and moving already for several arns by the time that John got up. She was currently headed to the medical bay for a physical. She wanted to be sure of what had happened last night, so she asked Jool for help. The redhead was examining what was left of the boolite when Aeryn walked in.
"Jool." The girl jumped halfway into the air.
"Oh! You scared me. I thought you weren't coming in till later."
"Well, I'm not busy now and apparently nether are you. So lets get this over with."
"Alright then, remove your garments and change into a medical gown."
Aeryn was behind the privacy screen changing back into her normal clothes as Jool told her of the results.
"Well, you seem to be in perfect physical health," she turned to face Aeryn as Aeryn stepped out from behind the screen, "So my question to you is: Why did you come down here asking for a physical if you're completely fine?"
"That's none of your business."
"Well, I think it is."
"And I don't think it is, so it isn't you business, and I suggest you drop it."
"I bet you'd be willing to tell Zhaan." Aeryn reached out and grabbed Jool by the through, then pinned her to the wall.
"Listen to me, you little trelk, you never knew Zhaan. I did. She was almost like a mother to me. I would have told her, yes, but because she was close to me. You are not. Do not assume you are." Aeryn released Jool, did an about face, then walked out of the medical bay. Jool stared after her.
"What's wrong with her?"
John stepped out of the shower and looked for his clothes. He sighed as he realized the only shirt he had that was even close to being clean was his old gray one. He made a note to wash his clothes or talk Chiana into doing it, then got dressed.
Aeryn sighed as John appeared to her again in Command.
"I thought I left you behind on the dead planet."
"You did. But we need to talk." He looked so innocent. Grey shirt, kaki pants, less wrinkles, bright smile...she turned away from him.
"John...this isn't good for me. I need to move on. I can't do that if you're here." She turned to face him again...and he was gone. Even as a ghost, he was erratic. Aeryn sighed and went back to work.
John walked into Command, not expecting Aeryn to be there.
"Hey. How you doing? Still not talking to me?" Aeryn turned, ready to tell a ghost to leave, but instead saw John, the real John, standing there. He looked almost like the ghost...gray shirt...but the wrinkles...the lines of sadness superimposed into his eyes...
"Uh, Crichton. I am fine. I do not need your help."
"I'm not here to help you. I'm here to talk to you."
"I'm busy. Can't this wait?"
"Aeryn...we need to talk."
"Crichton..." she held back a sigh. So stubborn...just like...
"Aeryn...last night...something...happened...I can't explain it. But I know. I know what happened...between you and...well, I still want to call him that other guy, but there is no other guy anymore. Just me." He smiled and moved towards her, arms open, waiting for a hug. Aeryn looked horrified and backed away.
"I...I..." she stumbled over words, trying to find an excuse to leave. John's eyes widened and tears started to form.
"Aeryn...please...don't...don't...I need to talk to you!" she started to run, and John ran after her. He grabbed one of her arms and pulled her to him. She struggled against him, trying to get away.
"Aeryn..." his voice was rough with tears. "No...you can't go. I've lost everything, Aeryn...I've lost Earth...I've lost my family...I've lost hope...I can't lose you. If I lose you...the only thing I'll have left is my gun. When I was in that coma, your love was what kept me alive...Now that your love is gone...I don't want to have to use the gun, Aeryn..." he sobbed and tried to pull her closer. He was breaking down now, totally oblivious to the fact that he was hurting her and she was now crying. She gathered all her strength and pulled away from him, then ran from Command as fast as her legs would take her. John gasped and fell to his knees on the floor, now full out sobbing. Chiana stepped out of the shadows of Command. She had stood there, unnoticed, watching John's outburst. She walked over to him, help him up, wiped away his tears and shushed him. He smiled insanely at her.
"Heya Pip...how long where you watching?" Chiana pulled back from him.
"Long enough." She then smacked him across the face. He yelped and stumbled backwards. "You think it's hard for you? What about her? You know what its like to lose love, you've been through it before. She never knew love, not till you came along. She's never mourned anyone before. She's never felt a loss like this. Think about what she's going through, and remember how it felt when she died before you talk to her again." Chiana walked out of Command, then stopped at the door. "I'm going to find Aeryn and try to fix the damage you've done."
Chiana didn't have to walk far to find Aeryn. She was sitting on the floor just outside Command, knees to her chest, cheek pressed to the tops of her knees, arms wrapped around her face, trembling and making sobbing noises. Chiana assumed Aeryn was still crying, but couldn't tell because she was facing the other way.
"Aeryn?"
"Go away."
"Aeryn...please...you should talk to someone." Chiana slowly sat down next to Aeryn.
"I don't need to talk to anyone."
"Aeryn...what's wrong? Besides that scene back there?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Yes I would...you're more honest then I am, Aeryn. You're probably the most honest and trustworthy person on the ship. Tell me. Please?"
"I...I was carrying John's child."
"You...that's great...but what do you mean was?"
"I..." she gulped, "I had a miscarriage. You know, when I was in the peacekeepers there were stories about women who had gone on shore leave while on birthing duty and drank to much fellip nectar and lost the child. I never believed them...now I do..." she turned her head to face Chiana. "I need him...I feel so weak now that I've lost the child...because I know it was my fault...and I need him so much..."
"Oh, hey...I'm sure it wasn't your fault...but...you know...John...he's still here. He's as stubborn as ever and he still loves you. If you still need him...be friends first. The rest will come with time."
"Friends? What do you mean?"
"You've never had a friend? A friend is...someone you care about, sometimes someone you love. They aren't always related to you by blood, but they are related to you by heart. In some cases, they're as close as family, ready to step in when things go wrong and lend a hand and ease the pain. Sometimes they're closer then that, ready to die for you, because they love you."
"Are we friends?"
"Uh...yea. I think we are." Then younger girl smiled. Aeryn smiled back.
Things where okay. For now.