Title: Searing Heat – Chapter 2 – Reflections 1: Sikozu
Pairings: Sikozu/Scorpius
When: Set just after the kiss in We're so screwed: La Bomba
Summary: Smut and perhaps some after-glow stuff and a conversation or two if the mood takes me. Sikozu's reflections on first encounters of a certain kind.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Farscape, wish I did, but it isn't going to happen.
Author's note: I love the Sikozu/Scorpius pairing; it was one of the best parts of Farscape. And I can't find that many shippers. Sequel to Hesitation. Possibly more to follow in a series of S/S fanfics. - Nexus
Chapter 2
After being kissed thoroughly again before she was left alone, Sikozu was feeling rather dazed. In hindsight, perhaps it had not been wise to engage in such activities just arns after she had expended her energy using her power to kill the Scarrans. She had been telling the truth when she said she did not know how long it would take her to recover. Idly, she wondered how much her relations with Scorpius would set her back in terms of recovery. Hopefully not too much, she had enjoyed their intimate encounter.
Satisfied as she was, Sikozu could not help the niggling anxiety in the back of her mind. Scorpius was a worthy ally, but would make a formidable enemy if he realised that she was an agent for the Scarrans. She hated them with as much passion as he did; however, agreeing to serve them in an intelligence capacity was her one chance to free her people, no matter how slim the odds were of the Scarran Empire upholding their end of the bargain. She hoped that the new aspect of her relationship with Scorpius would cloud his judgement somewhat, and buy her more time to discover more of the Peace Keeper's plans, as well as Scorpius' personal agenda, and Crichton's. In spite of this hope, she was not naive. She understood that Scorpius would find out eventually, and would possibly kill her for her betrayal, as, although an intellect like her, Scorpius had some more carnal and Scarran-like qualities that both intrigued and frightened her. Besides, the deceit was a necessary evil, she would never forgive herself if she did not try to free her people from their slavery by any means possible, and neither would the resistance she belonged to. That is, if she ever saw any of her fellow fighters again.
After a moments reflection, another thought crept its way to the forefront of her mind. One she did not like at all. Scorpius had mentioned that it seemed as though she cared for him. She knew that Scorpius considered feelings such as caring to be a weakness that a true soldier could not afford. Despite this knowledge, she had come to hope, perhaps irrationally, that Scorpius did care for her in some way, beyond her status as a useful ally to him. She herself had not been able to smother her feelings for Scorpius, which had begun to grow to a level that was beginning to impair her own judgement. She could not allow that to happen. She would never forget her primary purpose, the one she had been created for: to free her people. Nevertheless, in the dead of night, when her subconscious overcame her, she found her mind dwelling on Scorpius more frequently than she thought wise in her conscious state.
As she lay on her bed, Sikozu eventually pushed these troubling thoughts to the back of her mind, and fell into a slumber, where, she thought as she drifted into sleep, she could dream of Scorpius safely, if only for a little while.
