Title: Searching
Author: Auna
Rating: PG for mild violence
Setting: Many cycles after Bad Timing
Disclaimer: Farscape is not mine, and I was merely using the characters for a bit of therapy. I have returned them unharmed.
Betas: None, no one seems to be around tonight and I'm impatient.
Author's Notes: Sometimes, a person needs a little therapy. This was mine. And I'm not referring to the act of writing, but of visualizing some of the stuff Aeryn gets to do and living vicariously through her. Admitting that might make you a little nervous of the state of my mental capacity after you read this, but there it is anyway. Even the nice ones occasionally dream of blowing things up.
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Aeryn stormed into the room, her long black hair flowing behind her with her haste. An abnormally large rifle was held close to her waist by a wide strap slung over her shoulder. Anger oozed from every pore and as she scanned the room, fear crept over the crowd. Every eye turned to her, watching warily as she searched. Silence descended.
"Where are they?" she demanded.
Some looked guiltily away, others confused. No one answered. A loud bang echoed throughout the chamber as a bright flash of yellow bolted across the room and destroyed a far wall. "I said, 'where are they?'" she repeated with more force.
Fifteen fingers pointed out the window on the left wall. She glanced over in time to see her prey scampering away. Three loud shots blasted a hole in the wall and she stomped across the room and out of her new door in time to catch the black suited soldier.
She ripped of the helmet to reveal a young man, still in his teens. "Where is she?" she asked in a low, deadly voice.
"You're too late," he stammered. "It's already done."
"For your sake, you'd better be lying. Because when John gets here, what I do to you will look like a dance in the park."
"I love her!" he insisted.
"You don't know the first thing about love," Aeryn spat. "She's fifteen! And you're an idiot! Do you really think you can steal the youngest Crichton daughter, and NOT have to deal with me or John?"
"I didn't steal her!" the child insisted. "She begged me to take her away."
"Where is she?" Aeryn demanded.
"I'll never tell you."
The older woman grabbed him by the cuff of his uniform and began pulling him toward her transport. He tried to break free, but she kicked his knees out from under him and sent him sprawling to the ground. Once again grabbing his collar, she dragged him the rest of the way, letting him hit each step as she ascended. She probably didn't have to, but it just felt too good to pass up.
She'd spent a long five days searching for her errant youngest daughter, and this whelp was going to receive some of the rewards of her anxiety. The door closed and she began to ascend.
"Aeryn, John," Chiana's voice filtered through the comms. "D'Argo and I found her."
As John's sigh of relief trickled across, Aeryn's heart rate sped up and then seemed to stop. The five day adrenaline rush was evaporating, and if she didn't hurry, she would be stuck dealing with this kid with the aftereffects.
"We have secured her and are on our way to Moya," D'Argo's calm voice assured.
"I have her boyfriend," Aeryn informed them.
"Bring him to me," John's rock hard voice instructed. "Junior and I are going to have a talk."
Aeryn sighed, her anger finally calming now that her daughter was in safe hands. John would not be easy to placate. This was going to be a very long night.