When Crais woke up, he felt more refreshed and rested than he had in a long time.
Talyn had not woken him up for any emergencies for once, but now he immediately informed Crais that he had slept for nearly half a solar day. Crais allowed himself the luxury of taking a very long shower and a shave before looking for Aeryn and Crichton.
When he walked into Command, he could almost feel the tension between the two. He raised a questioning eyebrow at Aeryn and, in turn, she threw an angry scowl at Crichton.
Crais sighed. It would be nice if those two finally settled their differences. It really was quite wearing on the nerves.
Crichton had noticed their silent exchange, "Yo, Crais! Aeryn and you talking about me in Peacekeeper code?"
Crais looked at him and drew another deep breath, "No, Crichton, no Peacekeeper codes. No secret messages. One doesn't have to be a Delvian priest to see that you two have had an argument." As he saw that Crichton gathered breath again to speak, he added, "And before you start accusing Talyn, he hasn't said anything either."
Crichton scowled, "Aeryn says I need to thank you."
"Oh?" Now there was outright surprise on Crais' face.
"Yes, she says you have been playing Captain Cupid."
Crais furrowed his brow in confusion, "I do not know a Captain Cupid. Which Carrier does he command?"
Crichton chuckled, "He's not commanding any Carrier."
Crais couldn't see the humour in Crichton's remark, "Then how am I able to impersonate him if I don't even know the man!"
Again Crichton chuckled, much to Crais' annoyance.
Crais looked at Aeryn and Crichton grew serious again as he followed Crais' glance, "She says that you insisted that she should go looking for me."
Realisation dawned.
"Why," asked Crichton.
Crais glanced again at Aeryn and saw the small shake of her head. He returned his gaze to Crichton, "Aeryn would never be happy on Talyn had she just stayed without saying her farewell to you."
Crichton's eyes became slits, "There's something you're not telling me, Crais."
Crais turned his most innocent look on Crichton, "I am not aware of that. What am I not telling you?"
"How do I know," replied Crichton annoyed, "All I know is that you two know something I don't know..."
"That leaves many possibilities," said Crais dryly. "For instance, you don't know the name of the sector we are in. You don't know..."
"Something I should know but that you're keeping from me."
Crais raised an eyebrow.
Crichton found Crais' calm more aggravating than his anger. His annoyance was now aimed at Crais and he practically glared at him, "If no one is going to tell me, I'll find out somehow!"
Crichton got up from the recliner and moved to the door, "I'm going to our quarters to rest. You two can conspire about what else you're not going to tell me."
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Crais waited until he left Command, then turned to Aeryn, "You still haven't told him?"
Aeryn shook her head and said softly, "I can't."
Crais sighed and walked up to her, "You can, Aeryn. You must!"
She looked into his eyes, "I don't know if I still love him."
Crais shook his head, "Maybe Crichton is right. Maybe I don't know anything about love but I do know this. Had you not loved him, you would not have gone back to look for him. You would not have asked Talyn and I to come for..."
"I didn't ask for your assistance," she said with a pout.
"You know that if I hadn't come for you, Talyn would have. His mother is lost somewhere in this universe. Crichton knows how to traverse Wormholes. Even had I tried to prevent Talyn from going, you know he would have...persuaded...me to follow you." Crais canted his head.
"Maybe," conceded Aeryn, "but I only wanted to let you know that I was all right and that I had found John. I had no other motives than that."
Crais shook his head and walked past her to the main console, "If you say so, Aeryn. But if this newfound independence is allowing you to lie, especially to yourself, than maybe I shouldn't even try to get involved."
She spun him around in anger and Crais flinched as his weight switched back onto his right leg. Aeryn ignored the pain she saw reflected on his face, "John is right, you don't know anything about love. You don't know anything about how I feel or how I should feel, so stop lecturing me. I'll tell him when I'm ready." She stormed off Command, not giving him time to retaliate.
Talyn beeped questioningly.
"I know, Talyn," Crais answered aloud, "but it is not up to me to tell Crichton. It is up to Aeryn."
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Crichton wasn't very happy. He was sure that Aeryn and Crais were concealing something. He was fed up with their Peacekeeper secrets. He scowled as he walked Talyn's corridors. Talyn was most definitely not Moya. He was so much smaller and yet Aeryn managed to avoid him,and avoid his questions. Answers to which he had a right.
And then there was Crais. He couldn't trust him. Never had. The man had his own agenda, would easily sell them to the Peacekeepers or the Scarrans given half the chance. Of that Crichton was sure. He had never believed their stories about how the other John had died. Heroically, yeah! But why? Crais had probably attracted some Scarrans and was leading them to the others. He'd only had Aeryn's word that it hadn't been so. The others had told him to talk to Aeryn and Crais...and Crais hadn't said much of anything.
Crichton needed to find out what they were hiding from him. He hated being left in the dark.
If the other John had not moved to Talyn, then he would have...
His eyes grew to slits once more. There was a way to find out.
"Talyn..."
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Talyn's panic hit Crais hard and he gripped the console, "What is it, Talyn?"
Crichton is not going to help me find my mother!
Crais gripped his head as Talyn shouted in his mind.
He bit back the pain, asking Talyn, "What do you mean?"
He says he won't help me find Moya if you and Aeryn don't tell him what you know. You have to tell him!
Crais massaged his temple, "All right, I will speak to Aeryn."
You have to tell him now!
Crais reeled, "Talyn, this is between Aeryn and..."
"NOW!
Crais fell to the deck, cursing Crichton silently for making Talyn panic.
It seemed that panic could still bring out the violent streak in Talyn. Damn the Human!
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Crais walked onto the Observation deck. Aeryn was standing at the mouth of the front view portal, looking for the brightest star. She half turned and saw Crais near the door; he stood in the shadows. She turned back to the portal and asked, "Which star do you think is the brightest?"
"Aeryn, you have to tell Crichton," Crais' voice was hoarse.
"No, I can't. Not yet."
"You have to, Aeryn," there was a note of desperation in Crais' voice.
"You can't make me."
"I could... Talyn can."
"Threats will accomplish nothing," she smiled sadly at his shadowy figure.
Crais staggered into the room.
She saw his haggard face, the pinching of his eyes. She became suddenly worried, "Crais, what is wrong?"
"Crichton is threatening Talyn. He says that he will not help look for Moya if we don't tell him."
"He wouldn't do such a thing. Doesn't he realise that Talyn will take it out on you?"
"Oh, he realised that, Aeryn."
"He's just trying to scare Talyn. Of course he'll help look for Moya."
"His scare tactics are working," gasped Crais.
"I'll tell him when I'm ready." She turned back to the front port.
NOW! screamed Talyn in Crais' head.
Behind Aeryn, Crais crashed to the deck, holding his head in excruciating pain.
She turned around and then moved swiftly to his side. She cradled his head in her lap. He was very pale and a sweat had broken out. When he was finally able to open his eyes, his eyes were rolling and it didn't even seem as if he saw her, "Crais... I'm sorry... I didn't know."
Crais couldn't even hear her as Talyn continued to assault him.
She rested his head back on the deck and stood up, "I'll have a word with that frelling fahrbot!"
When Talyn finally withdrew, Crais' head continued to loll weakly on the deck.
Aeryn looked at him briefly before she turned away to look for John. There wasn't much else she could do for Crais now.
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Crais eventually regained consciousness, with two voices reverberating in his head. Talyn was listening in on Aeryn and Crichton, and by the sounds of it, they were having a shouting match. Crais moaned with the headache. From the words "shouted" at each other, Crais surmised that Aeryn had told Crichton, and that he wasn't taking it very well.
Crais managed to push himself off the deck and staggered to his feet. His voice was still hoarse as he asked Talyn, "What did she tell him?"
She told him about the baby
"Yes, but how?"
Talyn let him listen to a playback of the start of the conversation.
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"Aeryn? You're here to tell me your little secret?" There was a note of sarcasm in Crichton's voice.
"You panicked Talyn," annoyance evident in Aeryn's voice.
"It worked, didn't it? You're here to tell me."
"It knocked Crais out."
"Serves him right for not telling me."
"You can be such a Bartik, John!" Aeryn was getting angry.
"Well, he wouldn't tell me either."
"No, of course not. It was MY secret, not his!"
"So, are you going to tell me?"
"I'm not sure I want to now."
"Then my ultimatum stands. No telling me, no help from me in finding Moya. How long do you think Crais can handle Talyn before his brain fries on overload?"
"You're fahrbot! Do you realise that Talyn might attack you?"
"He won't; I couldn't help find Moya then." There was triumph in Crichton's words.
"You knew what Talyn would do to Crais."
"Since you told me that little secret, yes."
"It's not Crais' fault!"
"Whose is it?"
"Mine," her voice was soft.
"Then tell me, so I can understand."
Aeryn took a deep breath, "I'm carrying John's child."
"My child?"
"No, the other John."
"That's wonderful news. Why did you want to keep it from me?"
"It's not yours, John. It's his."
"So? I don't see a problem with that. I will raise it as if it was mine, which genetically it is."
"I know."
"Then what?"
"I don't know whether I still love you."
Silence.
"I am still John."
"But you are not the other John Crichton."
"Yes I am."
"No, you're not."
Their voices rose again.
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Crais staggered off the Observation deck. This had gone on for far too long. Someone had to talk some sense into them; even if only to save his own sanity.
Crais walked into their quarters.
Aeryn and Crichton were still shouting at each other and hadn't even noticed his entrance.
"Shut up!" Crais' voice thundered over their shouting voices.
They blinked in stunned silence at him.
Crais looked first at Crichton and then at Aeryn, "You two have to resolve this. I won't have you confusing Talyn with your arguments. Aeryn, you are carrying Crichton's child, even if it is the Crichton who travelled with us before, and not this Crichton. I know they are different from each other in their final memories, and the other one is dead. Apart from that, they are genetically the same and their feelings for you were and are the same."
He took a deep breath, "You may continue to deny to yourself that you love this Crichton but we both know that it is not true."
"And you," he turned to Crichton, "should show some understanding. Aeryn loved the otherJohn Crichton very deeply; enough to let her womb accept his seed. By pushing her to believe that she should only love you and disregard that she also loved the other, you will only succeed in pushing her away."
He turned back to Aeryn, "If, as you say, you don't love him, than why did you go looking for him? Why ask Talyn and I to come to your aid?"
They looked at him in astounded silence.
Crais practically glared at them, "You two had better talk this out like civilised beings, or by Cholok, I will drop you both off at the next commerce planet and Talyn and I will continue our own search for Moya."
Talyn beeped frantically.
"Yes,Talyn, we will find her. It might take us longer by ourselves, but I'm getting sick and tired of the arguments," Crais sounded exhausted.
Talyn beeped.
"No, I won't keep them here if all they can do is to shout at each other and deny their feelings for each other."
Talyn was angry and reacted in the only way he knew. He lashed out again and Crais dropped to his knees, grasping his head.
"I will not give in to..." Crais screamed and arched his back, falling to the deck.
Aeryn looked at the ceiling, "Talyn, stop that! Stop hurting him. I will talk to... John... in a civilised manner, but stop hurting Crais. He has done nothing to deserve this. Besides, he is right."
Talyn stopped, leaving Crais spread out and gasping on the deck.
Crichton hobbled over and stared in shock at Crais, "Sorry, Aeryn... Crais... I didn't realise..."
"No, you couldn't," said Aeryn as she helped Crais sit up, "I should have, though."
Crais was almost like a rag doll in her arms.
Rather than move him to his quarters, she took him to their bed and let him rest there. At least that way, they would be able to keep an eye on him.
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As they had promised Talyn and Crais, they talked. Their arguments were softly spoken and in the end, they agreed.
.
As Crais regained his senses, he saw Aeryn and Crichton kiss and embrace each other. There were tears streaming down Aeryn's face. He closed his eyes, offering them what privacy he could to deal with their personal grief.
When he finally heard the sobs fade away, he got up from the bed and left their room without saying a word, leaving them to "kiss and make up".
Will Crichton help us now?
"Yes, Talyn. It was always his intention to help us find Moya. He was just trying to scare you into revealing what Aeryn had to tell him. He wishes to find Moya and the others too"
I'm sorry, Crais. I didn't want to hurt you but I was scared
Crais sighed deeply, "I know Talyn. You couldn't have known."
Why did Aeryn wait to tell him? You told her to even before she left
"I don't blame Aeryn. She was scared too. She was confused about her own feelings."
Is everything all right now?
"I think so, Talyn. At least now they are talking to each other."
Crais had reached his quarters, "Warn me if there are any more problems."
I will
Crais fell on the bed, not bothering to even take his boots off. He needed rest. Having to fight three people was more than he was willing to do at the moment.
For a moment he considered taking the transponder out, but didn't.
His last thoughts were that at least there were no more secrets. He drifted off.
The End
Talyn had not woken him up for any emergencies for once, but now he immediately informed Crais that he had slept for nearly half a solar day. Crais allowed himself the luxury of taking a very long shower and a shave before looking for Aeryn and Crichton.
When he walked into Command, he could almost feel the tension between the two. He raised a questioning eyebrow at Aeryn and, in turn, she threw an angry scowl at Crichton.
Crais sighed. It would be nice if those two finally settled their differences. It really was quite wearing on the nerves.
Crichton had noticed their silent exchange, "Yo, Crais! Aeryn and you talking about me in Peacekeeper code?"
Crais looked at him and drew another deep breath, "No, Crichton, no Peacekeeper codes. No secret messages. One doesn't have to be a Delvian priest to see that you two have had an argument." As he saw that Crichton gathered breath again to speak, he added, "And before you start accusing Talyn, he hasn't said anything either."
Crichton scowled, "Aeryn says I need to thank you."
"Oh?" Now there was outright surprise on Crais' face.
"Yes, she says you have been playing Captain Cupid."
Crais furrowed his brow in confusion, "I do not know a Captain Cupid. Which Carrier does he command?"
Crichton chuckled, "He's not commanding any Carrier."
Crais couldn't see the humour in Crichton's remark, "Then how am I able to impersonate him if I don't even know the man!"
Again Crichton chuckled, much to Crais' annoyance.
Crais looked at Aeryn and Crichton grew serious again as he followed Crais' glance, "She says that you insisted that she should go looking for me."
Realisation dawned.
"Why," asked Crichton.
Crais glanced again at Aeryn and saw the small shake of her head. He returned his gaze to Crichton, "Aeryn would never be happy on Talyn had she just stayed without saying her farewell to you."
Crichton's eyes became slits, "There's something you're not telling me, Crais."
Crais turned his most innocent look on Crichton, "I am not aware of that. What am I not telling you?"
"How do I know," replied Crichton annoyed, "All I know is that you two know something I don't know..."
"That leaves many possibilities," said Crais dryly. "For instance, you don't know the name of the sector we are in. You don't know..."
"Something I should know but that you're keeping from me."
Crais raised an eyebrow.
Crichton found Crais' calm more aggravating than his anger. His annoyance was now aimed at Crais and he practically glared at him, "If no one is going to tell me, I'll find out somehow!"
Crichton got up from the recliner and moved to the door, "I'm going to our quarters to rest. You two can conspire about what else you're not going to tell me."
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Crais waited until he left Command, then turned to Aeryn, "You still haven't told him?"
Aeryn shook her head and said softly, "I can't."
Crais sighed and walked up to her, "You can, Aeryn. You must!"
She looked into his eyes, "I don't know if I still love him."
Crais shook his head, "Maybe Crichton is right. Maybe I don't know anything about love but I do know this. Had you not loved him, you would not have gone back to look for him. You would not have asked Talyn and I to come for..."
"I didn't ask for your assistance," she said with a pout.
"You know that if I hadn't come for you, Talyn would have. His mother is lost somewhere in this universe. Crichton knows how to traverse Wormholes. Even had I tried to prevent Talyn from going, you know he would have...persuaded...me to follow you." Crais canted his head.
"Maybe," conceded Aeryn, "but I only wanted to let you know that I was all right and that I had found John. I had no other motives than that."
Crais shook his head and walked past her to the main console, "If you say so, Aeryn. But if this newfound independence is allowing you to lie, especially to yourself, than maybe I shouldn't even try to get involved."
She spun him around in anger and Crais flinched as his weight switched back onto his right leg. Aeryn ignored the pain she saw reflected on his face, "John is right, you don't know anything about love. You don't know anything about how I feel or how I should feel, so stop lecturing me. I'll tell him when I'm ready." She stormed off Command, not giving him time to retaliate.
Talyn beeped questioningly.
"I know, Talyn," Crais answered aloud, "but it is not up to me to tell Crichton. It is up to Aeryn."
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Crichton wasn't very happy. He was sure that Aeryn and Crais were concealing something. He was fed up with their Peacekeeper secrets. He scowled as he walked Talyn's corridors. Talyn was most definitely not Moya. He was so much smaller and yet Aeryn managed to avoid him,and avoid his questions. Answers to which he had a right.
And then there was Crais. He couldn't trust him. Never had. The man had his own agenda, would easily sell them to the Peacekeepers or the Scarrans given half the chance. Of that Crichton was sure. He had never believed their stories about how the other John had died. Heroically, yeah! But why? Crais had probably attracted some Scarrans and was leading them to the others. He'd only had Aeryn's word that it hadn't been so. The others had told him to talk to Aeryn and Crais...and Crais hadn't said much of anything.
Crichton needed to find out what they were hiding from him. He hated being left in the dark.
If the other John had not moved to Talyn, then he would have...
His eyes grew to slits once more. There was a way to find out.
"Talyn..."
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Talyn's panic hit Crais hard and he gripped the console, "What is it, Talyn?"
Crichton is not going to help me find my mother!
Crais gripped his head as Talyn shouted in his mind.
He bit back the pain, asking Talyn, "What do you mean?"
He says he won't help me find Moya if you and Aeryn don't tell him what you know. You have to tell him!
Crais massaged his temple, "All right, I will speak to Aeryn."
You have to tell him now!
Crais reeled, "Talyn, this is between Aeryn and..."
"NOW!
Crais fell to the deck, cursing Crichton silently for making Talyn panic.
It seemed that panic could still bring out the violent streak in Talyn. Damn the Human!
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Crais walked onto the Observation deck. Aeryn was standing at the mouth of the front view portal, looking for the brightest star. She half turned and saw Crais near the door; he stood in the shadows. She turned back to the portal and asked, "Which star do you think is the brightest?"
"Aeryn, you have to tell Crichton," Crais' voice was hoarse.
"No, I can't. Not yet."
"You have to, Aeryn," there was a note of desperation in Crais' voice.
"You can't make me."
"I could... Talyn can."
"Threats will accomplish nothing," she smiled sadly at his shadowy figure.
Crais staggered into the room.
She saw his haggard face, the pinching of his eyes. She became suddenly worried, "Crais, what is wrong?"
"Crichton is threatening Talyn. He says that he will not help look for Moya if we don't tell him."
"He wouldn't do such a thing. Doesn't he realise that Talyn will take it out on you?"
"Oh, he realised that, Aeryn."
"He's just trying to scare Talyn. Of course he'll help look for Moya."
"His scare tactics are working," gasped Crais.
"I'll tell him when I'm ready." She turned back to the front port.
NOW! screamed Talyn in Crais' head.
Behind Aeryn, Crais crashed to the deck, holding his head in excruciating pain.
She turned around and then moved swiftly to his side. She cradled his head in her lap. He was very pale and a sweat had broken out. When he was finally able to open his eyes, his eyes were rolling and it didn't even seem as if he saw her, "Crais... I'm sorry... I didn't know."
Crais couldn't even hear her as Talyn continued to assault him.
She rested his head back on the deck and stood up, "I'll have a word with that frelling fahrbot!"
When Talyn finally withdrew, Crais' head continued to loll weakly on the deck.
Aeryn looked at him briefly before she turned away to look for John. There wasn't much else she could do for Crais now.
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Crais eventually regained consciousness, with two voices reverberating in his head. Talyn was listening in on Aeryn and Crichton, and by the sounds of it, they were having a shouting match. Crais moaned with the headache. From the words "shouted" at each other, Crais surmised that Aeryn had told Crichton, and that he wasn't taking it very well.
Crais managed to push himself off the deck and staggered to his feet. His voice was still hoarse as he asked Talyn, "What did she tell him?"
She told him about the baby
"Yes, but how?"
Talyn let him listen to a playback of the start of the conversation.
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"Aeryn? You're here to tell me your little secret?" There was a note of sarcasm in Crichton's voice.
"You panicked Talyn," annoyance evident in Aeryn's voice.
"It worked, didn't it? You're here to tell me."
"It knocked Crais out."
"Serves him right for not telling me."
"You can be such a Bartik, John!" Aeryn was getting angry.
"Well, he wouldn't tell me either."
"No, of course not. It was MY secret, not his!"
"So, are you going to tell me?"
"I'm not sure I want to now."
"Then my ultimatum stands. No telling me, no help from me in finding Moya. How long do you think Crais can handle Talyn before his brain fries on overload?"
"You're fahrbot! Do you realise that Talyn might attack you?"
"He won't; I couldn't help find Moya then." There was triumph in Crichton's words.
"You knew what Talyn would do to Crais."
"Since you told me that little secret, yes."
"It's not Crais' fault!"
"Whose is it?"
"Mine," her voice was soft.
"Then tell me, so I can understand."
Aeryn took a deep breath, "I'm carrying John's child."
"My child?"
"No, the other John."
"That's wonderful news. Why did you want to keep it from me?"
"It's not yours, John. It's his."
"So? I don't see a problem with that. I will raise it as if it was mine, which genetically it is."
"I know."
"Then what?"
"I don't know whether I still love you."
Silence.
"I am still John."
"But you are not the other John Crichton."
"Yes I am."
"No, you're not."
Their voices rose again.
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Crais staggered off the Observation deck. This had gone on for far too long. Someone had to talk some sense into them; even if only to save his own sanity.
Crais walked into their quarters.
Aeryn and Crichton were still shouting at each other and hadn't even noticed his entrance.
"Shut up!" Crais' voice thundered over their shouting voices.
They blinked in stunned silence at him.
Crais looked first at Crichton and then at Aeryn, "You two have to resolve this. I won't have you confusing Talyn with your arguments. Aeryn, you are carrying Crichton's child, even if it is the Crichton who travelled with us before, and not this Crichton. I know they are different from each other in their final memories, and the other one is dead. Apart from that, they are genetically the same and their feelings for you were and are the same."
He took a deep breath, "You may continue to deny to yourself that you love this Crichton but we both know that it is not true."
"And you," he turned to Crichton, "should show some understanding. Aeryn loved the otherJohn Crichton very deeply; enough to let her womb accept his seed. By pushing her to believe that she should only love you and disregard that she also loved the other, you will only succeed in pushing her away."
He turned back to Aeryn, "If, as you say, you don't love him, than why did you go looking for him? Why ask Talyn and I to come to your aid?"
They looked at him in astounded silence.
Crais practically glared at them, "You two had better talk this out like civilised beings, or by Cholok, I will drop you both off at the next commerce planet and Talyn and I will continue our own search for Moya."
Talyn beeped frantically.
"Yes,Talyn, we will find her. It might take us longer by ourselves, but I'm getting sick and tired of the arguments," Crais sounded exhausted.
Talyn beeped.
"No, I won't keep them here if all they can do is to shout at each other and deny their feelings for each other."
Talyn was angry and reacted in the only way he knew. He lashed out again and Crais dropped to his knees, grasping his head.
"I will not give in to..." Crais screamed and arched his back, falling to the deck.
Aeryn looked at the ceiling, "Talyn, stop that! Stop hurting him. I will talk to... John... in a civilised manner, but stop hurting Crais. He has done nothing to deserve this. Besides, he is right."
Talyn stopped, leaving Crais spread out and gasping on the deck.
Crichton hobbled over and stared in shock at Crais, "Sorry, Aeryn... Crais... I didn't realise..."
"No, you couldn't," said Aeryn as she helped Crais sit up, "I should have, though."
Crais was almost like a rag doll in her arms.
Rather than move him to his quarters, she took him to their bed and let him rest there. At least that way, they would be able to keep an eye on him.
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As they had promised Talyn and Crais, they talked. Their arguments were softly spoken and in the end, they agreed.
.
As Crais regained his senses, he saw Aeryn and Crichton kiss and embrace each other. There were tears streaming down Aeryn's face. He closed his eyes, offering them what privacy he could to deal with their personal grief.
When he finally heard the sobs fade away, he got up from the bed and left their room without saying a word, leaving them to "kiss and make up".
Will Crichton help us now?
"Yes, Talyn. It was always his intention to help us find Moya. He was just trying to scare you into revealing what Aeryn had to tell him. He wishes to find Moya and the others too"
I'm sorry, Crais. I didn't want to hurt you but I was scared
Crais sighed deeply, "I know Talyn. You couldn't have known."
Why did Aeryn wait to tell him? You told her to even before she left
"I don't blame Aeryn. She was scared too. She was confused about her own feelings."
Is everything all right now?
"I think so, Talyn. At least now they are talking to each other."
Crais had reached his quarters, "Warn me if there are any more problems."
I will
Crais fell on the bed, not bothering to even take his boots off. He needed rest. Having to fight three people was more than he was willing to do at the moment.
For a moment he considered taking the transponder out, but didn't.
His last thoughts were that at least there were no more secrets. He drifted off.
The End