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". Sorry these are so short. I'm having trouble focusing again.
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"Crichton, your son is acting strange!"
John looked up from where he was tinkering with his module. His wife, her hair pulled back in a no-nonsense braid, had just entered the maintenance bay, holding their two-year-old son in front of her. The toddler, happy to be going for a ride, kicked and gurgled. "Dah!" he said, waving his chubby fists towards John.
"He's your son too," Crichton said as he set down the tool he'd been using and took Jack from her. "Half his DNA is yours."
The look that came over Aeryn's face was really indescribable—shock and realization, but not a pleasant realization… He didn't have time to finish analyzing her expression before she turned on a heel and ran back out of the maintenance bay.
"Aeryn!" John looked down at his child. The little boy beamed up at him. "Well, kiddo, looks like Mommy's got something on her mind. Why don't we see if we can catch her?"
"Mama!" Jack declared.
John took that as a 'yes' and swung the little sprout up onto his shoulders. The kid loved riding up there.
"Taw rhide!" Jack squealed, grabbing two fistfuls of John's hair and tugging.
"Ow! Leave Daddy's hair alone, you little bugger." Jack just squealed some more, so John switched tactics. "Pilot, where's Aeryn?"
The Pilot's voice came back over the comm. "She's with me, Commander."
"Put her on the phone—Aeryn, what the frell is going on?"
"Fhell!" Jack screeched happily.
"Crichton, you had better not be teaching Jack bad words," Aeryn muttered.
She sounded distracted, and he thought he heard her messing with something. "Aeryn…"
"John, get your eema up here," was her only response.