The lights had gone out. The lights on Moya go out all the time, but
this was over two arns before ship's night. Chiana and Aeryn's
conversation was interrupted by the darkness.
"What the frell?" Pilot commed the whole crew.
"I apologize for the darkness. Due to the strain of keeping Talyn on
life support, Moya is having to divert power from non-essential systems.
I must warn you that the heating will be turned off in most of the ship
shortly- if you'd like to sleep somewhere warm, I suggest you make your
way to the chamber outside my den. In a few microts, it'll be the only
one with heat and lights."
"Damn," muttered Chiana, "why can't we just dump the brat?"
"Hey, I like that brat." Chiana and Aeryn made their way towards Pilot's
den.
Crichton was in the chamber with blankets before anyone else got there.
He had grabbed enough for everyone out of the stores on the level his normal
quarters were on before leaving. Ever since the interlude in Command, he had
been in there, crying, and punching walls and himself. He had made sure to
grab enough for everyone- he'd be damned if Crais was going to bunk with Aeryn.
Due to their close proximity, Aeryn and Chiana were the first ones to join him.
Crichton stared at the floor. He cleared his throat.
"Uh...heya...I got blankets, if you want 'em." Crichton grabbed a blanket off
the pile, then retreated to the back corner of the room. He set down the
blanket and turned to face the wall, avoiding the urge to sulk. Chiana poked
Aeryn.
"Maybe you should, uh, offer to share his blanket. For warmth."
"Chiana...it's too soon."
"Well, at least lay next to him." Aeryn looked at John and decided Chiana was
right. She moved to the back of the room and laid down next to John without
a word. He felt the presence of her warmth beside him, and opened his mouth to
speak. Then Rygel came in, ranting and raving about how it wasn't worthy of a
Dominar to bunk with persons who weren't his wives or concubines. D'Argo
stormed in after him, and started yelling at the tiny frog. Crais came in and
also started whining. Chiana quickly suggested he and Rygel go back to their
own damn quarters if they wanted solitude, and freeze on their own. Both
summarily shut up. Around fifteen microts after everyone had shown up and
settled down, most of the crew fell asleep, except Crichton. He rolled over,
and found Aeryn facing him, still awake as well.
"Uh...about earlier. I'm sorry." Aeryn nodded. He continued: "why'd you
freak out so bad? Was it just me, or something else?"
"I..." she looked off into space. She sighed, bit her lip, then continued:
"I was pregnant."
"Oh. Heh. Isn't that great? I mean...is it mine? It is mine, right? Even
if it is from the other guy, it's still mine..." Aeryn was softly sobbing.
"I said was, John. I had a miscarriage. Last night. I think it was his...
yours." Aeryn began to sob. "I'm...I'm not so strong anymore, I can't deal
with emotions like these...I've never felt like this before, and I don't
understand it, I just want the pain to stop.." He snuggled up to her and held
her close.
"Oh god Aeryn...I'm sorry..." She looked up at him.
"For what?"
"For forcing you to open up...for making you susceptible to all these horrible
emotions..."
"Hey...it's not that bad." She sniffled. "I like...I like the being happy
part."
"I'd like to help you with that. If you'd like to finish crying first..."
"What?"
"I find it helps to just let it all out." Aeryn sniffled and snuggled into him
again. She cried a little more, and so did John. Eventually, they both fell
asleep, exhausted.
The next morning, Chiana was the first one up. She saw the pair, now spooning,
and decided to stay, in order to shuffle everyone else out so that they'd be
alone. After they were all gone, she stopped at the door and looked back.
"Okay. So they're very close friends." She smiled and walked away.
this was over two arns before ship's night. Chiana and Aeryn's
conversation was interrupted by the darkness.
"What the frell?" Pilot commed the whole crew.
"I apologize for the darkness. Due to the strain of keeping Talyn on
life support, Moya is having to divert power from non-essential systems.
I must warn you that the heating will be turned off in most of the ship
shortly- if you'd like to sleep somewhere warm, I suggest you make your
way to the chamber outside my den. In a few microts, it'll be the only
one with heat and lights."
"Damn," muttered Chiana, "why can't we just dump the brat?"
"Hey, I like that brat." Chiana and Aeryn made their way towards Pilot's
den.
Crichton was in the chamber with blankets before anyone else got there.
He had grabbed enough for everyone out of the stores on the level his normal
quarters were on before leaving. Ever since the interlude in Command, he had
been in there, crying, and punching walls and himself. He had made sure to
grab enough for everyone- he'd be damned if Crais was going to bunk with Aeryn.
Due to their close proximity, Aeryn and Chiana were the first ones to join him.
Crichton stared at the floor. He cleared his throat.
"Uh...heya...I got blankets, if you want 'em." Crichton grabbed a blanket off
the pile, then retreated to the back corner of the room. He set down the
blanket and turned to face the wall, avoiding the urge to sulk. Chiana poked
Aeryn.
"Maybe you should, uh, offer to share his blanket. For warmth."
"Chiana...it's too soon."
"Well, at least lay next to him." Aeryn looked at John and decided Chiana was
right. She moved to the back of the room and laid down next to John without
a word. He felt the presence of her warmth beside him, and opened his mouth to
speak. Then Rygel came in, ranting and raving about how it wasn't worthy of a
Dominar to bunk with persons who weren't his wives or concubines. D'Argo
stormed in after him, and started yelling at the tiny frog. Crais came in and
also started whining. Chiana quickly suggested he and Rygel go back to their
own damn quarters if they wanted solitude, and freeze on their own. Both
summarily shut up. Around fifteen microts after everyone had shown up and
settled down, most of the crew fell asleep, except Crichton. He rolled over,
and found Aeryn facing him, still awake as well.
"Uh...about earlier. I'm sorry." Aeryn nodded. He continued: "why'd you
freak out so bad? Was it just me, or something else?"
"I..." she looked off into space. She sighed, bit her lip, then continued:
"I was pregnant."
"Oh. Heh. Isn't that great? I mean...is it mine? It is mine, right? Even
if it is from the other guy, it's still mine..." Aeryn was softly sobbing.
"I said was, John. I had a miscarriage. Last night. I think it was his...
yours." Aeryn began to sob. "I'm...I'm not so strong anymore, I can't deal
with emotions like these...I've never felt like this before, and I don't
understand it, I just want the pain to stop.." He snuggled up to her and held
her close.
"Oh god Aeryn...I'm sorry..." She looked up at him.
"For what?"
"For forcing you to open up...for making you susceptible to all these horrible
emotions..."
"Hey...it's not that bad." She sniffled. "I like...I like the being happy
part."
"I'd like to help you with that. If you'd like to finish crying first..."
"What?"
"I find it helps to just let it all out." Aeryn sniffled and snuggled into him
again. She cried a little more, and so did John. Eventually, they both fell
asleep, exhausted.
The next morning, Chiana was the first one up. She saw the pair, now spooning,
and decided to stay, in order to shuffle everyone else out so that they'd be
alone. After they were all gone, she stopped at the door and looked back.
"Okay. So they're very close friends." She smiled and walked away.