Disclaimer: I don't own Farscape. I don't even have the damn DVDs :pouts:
A/N: Takes place in an AU universe sometime after "DNA Mad Scientist"
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"Aeryn, come look at this," Zhaan hissed, waving the former Peacekeeper over to where the woman was lurking just outside the cell Aeryn and her husband, John Crichton, used as living quarters.
"What is it?" Aeryn asked as she too crouched down and peered through the bars into her room.
"Just watch," Zhaan instructed.
Aeryn sighed impatiently, but she did as the Delvian suggested and watched. The only one in her room was her son, Jack, who had just celebrated his second cycle not long ago. He was sitting in the middle of the floor playing with several soft foam balls, his dark hair hanging in his eyes. John kept telling her to trim it, but the thought of taking a knife to those soft curls was more than she could bear…not that she told Crichton that. No, let him cut his son's own hair if he thought it needed it.
As she and Zhaan watched, Jack threw one of the foam balls at another, causing the other to roll beyond his reach. The child screwed up his handsome little face as if he was going to cry, but no sound escaped him. Instead, a DRD, hidden before by the fall of bedclothes, scooted out from under the bed. It zipped across the floor to the escaped ball and nudged it back over to Jack.
"The DRD is…playing with my son," Aeryn murmured in disbelief.
"Not just that specific DRD," Zhaan corrected softly, "But several different ones. I believe a new one comes each time he requires their assistance."
Aeryn looked over at the blue woman in confusion. "You aren't suggesting that he's summoning them?"
"Did you not see the look on his face right before the DRD appeared? It is similar to the one Crichton wears when he is thinking particularly hard."
"The one that makes him look like he's in pain—yes, that was it. Still, Zhaan, how in Hez can my son order DRDs around with his mind?"
"That is what we must find out."