Worth the Price
By: DekotaSkye
Disclaimer: I don't own them…only the smart creators do. This is done only out of pleasure nothing more. Sorry not beta proof.
Rate: G
He stood in command looking at the beauty of space. Colors of reds, golds, and blues blending into something so magnificence and cold. A nursery for young baby stars. Blinking he let his mind drift to his own newly born son. A nursery built on horror and death. A father who was a death merchant and a mother who was a warrior goddess. How could the kid get so lucky?
John Crichton blinked again as he heard the soft patter of feet. His eyes remained stubbornly forward. Yeah, there was the bright star Aeryn his reference point…his guide. How could he live with all the death that lay at their doorstep? Yes, there was peace, but at what cost?
A soft hand cupped his chin applying a small amount of pressure forcing him to turn his face. Aeryn leaned forward gazed into his eyes and saw all the pain and guilt harboring there. A soft coo from her arms drawled his eyes downward. Baby D reached up his tiny hands. Innocent and trusting as he cooed to his father again.
Tracing a gentle figure around his son's face John Crichton gazed back up at his wife's face and knew at whatever cost was well worth the price for if God was on their side their children would know only peace.
