Disclaimer:
I don't own Farscape, if I did, (no spoilers in a disclaimer) so anyway, I don't own the characters of Farscape.
Summary:
John Crichton, astronaut, American, good guy, insane. But insane and still in space and now because of a neural clone is the prisoner of Scorpius. Or the one where he did not escape the shadow depository, but his friends did. Warnings for violence, and dark themes.
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He was insane, that much Crichton knew. One's sanity could not stay intact when one was implanted with a very interesting neuro probe. He knew he was not dreaming nor hallucinating his being in space. This he knew because he did not "dream" of doctors or nurses often. Once, that was it. He knew drugs would have snapped him back to reality and that had not happened. He was in space and wished with all his might he was back on earth, and that he was insane in the way that he was in a mental hospital biding his time. But this was real, he really was here.
Or rather in his mind, he knew he was in his mind and not in reality. Did the insane, no he was insane, but in not that kind of insane. He was having a hard time with figuring out what he was. John Crichton, Commander John Crichton, if he were really insane why would he be a commander not something more? He turned to see Harvey humming something as he was now clad in a suit and tie, so was he. Oh, Noir this time, this would be fun.
"So here we are." Harvey said. "This case is getting bigger than even I can handle."
"Yea, you and me both, what does he want?" Crichton asked.
"You know the usual, the payment, as always." Harvey replied.
"I don't have it, and why are you here? You brought me here, are keeping me here, I die, so do you!"
"No, just you, but he does not want you dead I think." Harvey replied.
Crichton came back to reality realizing he was walking towards Scorpius; he could not stop. His weapon was pressed against his own head, by his own hand oh this was getting fun. He had ordered his friends to leave, take as much wealth as they could, take it all even better. He was sure they had, vault upon vault emptied, the crew of Moya would never again want for anything. If they invested wisely. Oh, who was he kidding, he probably would never see them again. He dropped the weapon, was bound and drug by a peacekeeper before Scorpius.
"It was not wise to try to escape." Scorpius said as another explosion rocked the depository, "but we don't much time."
"Yea, I see that." Crichton said, "I want this out of my head, that is all."
"Very well, I will see to that." Scorpius said.
The depository continued to explode around them as Crichton was taken to a transport. He was not offered a seat and so just sat on the floor. What else could he do at that time? His friends were safe, he knew that somehow and felt better for it. He found himself in a waiting line at the DMV and he was next. Oh, nice Harvey was going to give him his license.
"You did well on the exam." Harvey said stamping some papers in front of him, "you passed."
"Gee thanks, Harvey, glad to help." Crichton retorted and was handed a Cracker Jack box, "you know this is not done this way, that is a joke!"
"See what there is to see in there." Harvey said.
Crichton opened the box and took out a license and laughed. He was not laughing at the equations swimming around inside when he looked in the box next. Reminding him of what Harvey was really. He came back to the present to find Scorpius over him. Not the thing he wanted now, or ever. He was here, doing what he was told, what did the freak want of him now? Freak was what Scorpius was, always had been, always would be.
"I don't want to harm you, John." Scorpius said, "but needs must."
"Your face harms me." Crichton said, "I want this out."
"And that will happen, in time." Scorpius replied, "it would have happened down there but for a slight problem."
"Yea, you hired a freak who wanted to carve my eyes out of my head." Crichton shot back.
"She was punished severely." Scorpius said, "I am the only one who has a right to punish you."
"Yea, right." Crichton said.
He found himself drug to his feet and slammed to the wall. That did not feel good, then he was let go. Scorpius had to have something planned for him, something he was not going to like, at all. Yet he did not want him maimed, he had killed to keep that from happening. He seemed almost to like Crichton and was that not creepy enough? Crichton looked out the window to see the explosions had stopped far below on the planet and all that was left was burning.
This shadow depository was going to make a lot of people rich. Even after the crew of Moya had paid off those that helped them, even after freeing the slaves, they were richer than they ever could have hoped. Crichton had no idea they intended to go after another depository and would cripple part of the peacekeeper fleet. That a resistance would be contacted, and a third branch of war would be fought. That was for another time and place.
He was surprised when his hands were unbound, and he was given something to eat. Okay, so perhaps he was not going to die just yet. He was hungry and ate, he would worry about what happened to him next later. He finished the food and was given something to drink. Nothing was drugged and he realized it did not have to be. He was not going anywhere for a long time.
Hours later, he found himself on board a command carrier. He was placed not in a cell but in a set of small rooms attached to Scorpius' own quarters. Probably to make sure he did not try anything or something. What exactly could he try? Magic his way out? Harvey in a Mary Poppins outfit came to his mind, he expelled it. So far, he was being treated better than before, and he was waiting for the hammer to fall as it were.
"You expect me to torture you John, but that is not necessary, in time, all you know I will know." Scorpius said.
"Great." Crichton said.
"You and I are more alike than you know. We both strive for something greater than ourselves. I don't do what I do to hurt others." Scorpius said, "if there were another way, I would choose that way, but the Scarran must be destroyed."
"And you are going to use me to do that." Crichton said.
"It would be best if you cooperated John, if you only could see things my way, see what I have been through." Scorpius said, "perhaps in time you will."
With that, he left, and Crichton was wondering just how screwed he really was. He sat down on the bed he had and looked out at the stars. Far away, so far away he could not see it was his home star and home. A place he was fast loosing hope of ever seeing again.
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Ahh good ol' Scorpius and no, he is not a bad guy at all. There, I said it. In fact, he is trying to save the galaxy, and he will do anything to do that.
I don't like his methods, at all, I despise torture and the like. I don't like how he treated Crichton at all, nor do I like how he treated others.
And yet. He brings in others to work with him, those that are not Sebacean as he sees their value. He is in the peacekeepers to stop the Scarran and I doubt he has any love for the peacekeepers either.
Anyway, do review please.