Post by Roland on Jan 20, 2004 15:36:45 GMT -5
Author: Roland (Scaper Swede)
Email: scaper_swede@hotmail.com
Rating: This part: PG-13 for sexual under-tones. (Just really small ones
)
Disclaimer: FARSCAPE and all related characters and elements are trademarks of The Jim Henson Company. All rights reserved. Roland makes no money what so ever...
Spoilers: Takes place in season....uh...10!
Thank's Kazbaby, for the help!
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SELF (DE)TERMINATION! Part 1, Remember nine cycles ago?
"Yes Pilot, I know! Your scanners can be faulty and so on and so forth etcetera etcetera... Don't worry, Winona will protect me. Killing peacekeepers have become second nature to me."
"If I remember correctly, Winona has jammed several times, Commander Crichton."
"Bad hair day man! Only on bad hair days...."
Chrichton kisses his gun and puts her in his holster. His quarters become a weapons depot. There are rifles, guns, knives covering most surfaces. Not as before......Not like when he first arrived! 10 years, 10 frellin' years...
He missed her. Sometimes, it seems as if he could still smell her around the ship. No, no, no......Don't go there, John!
Crichton exited his quarters, closing the door behind him. Stopping outside he clicked the comm.
" Don't worry Pilot. I'll be okay," his voice soft and serious.
"Yes.....Moya says good luck Commander, as do I"
***
" DON'T YOU THINK I CARE?"
Waving her hands in her usual manner, Chiana walked back and forth on the command deck.
"Well, go tell him then. Don't just pace like a Drongorian rat."
"Why don't you tell him?" Her voice nearly back to normal level.
"Because he cares for you, not for me!"
"Yes he does! I know he does..."
"Not in the same way Chiana. You know that."
"What's the point? He never listens to me. He still thinks I'm his little kid sister. Just learning to walk or something."
Chiana crouches down on the floor with her hands on her head. Kid sister! He must be blind...That was a long time ago. If only Zhaan was here. She would talk him out of it. She always knew how to handle Crichton.
"You are his kid sister! You just have to say it in the right way, and he will listen. Trust me, he will!"
"OK! But if he doesn't, you sleep with Slime Toad tonight. Okay?"
Slowly standing up and looking towards Pilot's holo-screen...
"Where is Crichton Pilot?"
"Ah yes, Chiana.......Commander Crichton is on teir 17, hammond side. He is heading for the hangar." The purple image ripples and fades...
As she is on her way to open the door she stops and looks over her shoulder....
"Thank's, Princess!"
***
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!"
"Relaxxx... All that tension can't be good for you."
"You touch me one more time and I'll swear I'll rip your throat out!"
Dargo lifts is right hand and squeezes it....
"Ohhh, well....Mayby we have time for games when we come back. I have almost forgot the feeling of a good squeeze."
"You little....." Lifting his hand, palm outwards.
"Yes?"
Almost choking with anger, Dargo lowers his hand and starts walking out of the hangar...
"I will go find Crichton. He is late. AND DON'T TOUCH THE SHIP!
PILOT! Where is that human?"
***
"Ta ta da da da da daaaaa....I don't wanna be buried in a pet cemataaaaaaary...... Ta ta da da da da daaaaa...."
Damn this ship has become big. It takes a whole freakin' day to walk to the hanger.
Crichton walks swiftly through the seemingly endless corridors. Each one an exact duplicate of the one before. Strangely enough he never takes a wrong turn. Almost like Moya herself is guiding him....
"Hey, Crichton! Leaving without a goodbye?"
Chiana comes running up to Crichton. Her chest is heaving fast from running to catch up with him.
"Yep!"
"Just like that?"
"Yep!"
" Don't do this Crichton. You will get your self killed, and you know it."
"Yep!"
Still walking at a quick pace, Chiana suddenly stops while Crichton walks on towards the hangar...
"John!"
Crichton stops as if he had hit a wall dead on... John? She never called him John! D'argo, yes. Aer...She called him John sometimes....Zhaan, ahhh Zhaan had called him John. A smile almost appearing on his face. But not Pip!?
It seemed like arns had passed. Turn around, turn around will ya'! Chiana looked at Crichtons back. He stood as frozen. Say something you idiot. Don't just stand there. Come on!!! Come on.....big brother! The thought just popped up from nowhere....big brother....
"Chiana!?" John said with a somewhat asking voice. Turning around to face the small Nebari girl.
She looked terrified. Even paler then usual....if that was possible!? God, she was beautiful! He had almost forgotten....
Scard, yes, but still beautiful...
" Don't go John. Please don't go."
He almost couldn't hear her soft spoken voice from where he was standing. Walking up to her...He put his hands on he shoulders, and looked into those silvery eyes. A man could drown in those eyes. Her hair looked greyer then he remembered. It hadn't been this white when they first met. He touched it. Still soft...
"I want to go, Pip. But that doesn't mean I don't love you..."
"Why? Then why cant you stay? We're all your friends, your..........family!"
Chiana looked down on the floor. Crichton could feel a tear running down his thumb. Family...Yes, they were his family, but not that family! No, it was time to meet that family again...
"You know why, baby." Drying her tears of her cheaks...
"No, tell me why, Crichton."
Looking up into his eyes...His big puppy eyes. A woman could drown in those eyes. And she had, too many times!
She saw it. In his eyes she saw the answer to her question...
"Tell them I said hi, will ya'.....Big brother!"
"I will! Take care....Little sister!"
Chiana grabed Crichtons arms and pulled him towards her... Starting to kiss him, the type of kiss he had pushed away a thousand times. But hey, he was used to her doing that! And Aery....She wouldn't mind.
Finally letting him go, she ran crying back towards command...
"Time to go, John!"
"Hey, D! How long have you been standin' there man?" Trying to wipe his own tears away from his face before turning to face D'argo...
"Not long, my friend...Are you ready?"
"I've been ready for years tough guy."
D'argo put his hand on Crichtons shoulder....
"Remember nine cycles ago? On this very day...!
"Yes.....Oh my god, you're right big man, I do....! The Gammak base!!!" His eyes locked onto Dargo's...
"Good, then you remember why you are not afraid!?" Putting his second hand on Crichton's other shoulder.
"I love hanging with you, man!" A smile big as Kanvas appears on Crichtons face....Uhh, or was it Kansas?Dargo couldn't remember....
With a pat on the shoulder Dargo makes way for Crichton to lead the way...
***
"AHH, There you are Blue Eyes! I was wondering if you were coming. Or if Harvey had come back to stop you!?"
"You know...You talk to much for someone that's running around naked!" Shoveling Natira out of his way...
TO BE CONTINUED!
Roland (Scaper Swede)
1/20 -04!
Email: scaper_swede@hotmail.com
Rating: This part: PG-13 for sexual under-tones. (Just really small ones
)Disclaimer: FARSCAPE and all related characters and elements are trademarks of The Jim Henson Company. All rights reserved. Roland makes no money what so ever...
Spoilers: Takes place in season....uh...10!
Thank's Kazbaby, for the help!
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
SELF (DE)TERMINATION! Part 1, Remember nine cycles ago?
"Yes Pilot, I know! Your scanners can be faulty and so on and so forth etcetera etcetera... Don't worry, Winona will protect me. Killing peacekeepers have become second nature to me."
"If I remember correctly, Winona has jammed several times, Commander Crichton."
"Bad hair day man! Only on bad hair days...."
Chrichton kisses his gun and puts her in his holster. His quarters become a weapons depot. There are rifles, guns, knives covering most surfaces. Not as before......Not like when he first arrived! 10 years, 10 frellin' years...
He missed her. Sometimes, it seems as if he could still smell her around the ship. No, no, no......Don't go there, John!
Crichton exited his quarters, closing the door behind him. Stopping outside he clicked the comm.
" Don't worry Pilot. I'll be okay," his voice soft and serious.
"Yes.....Moya says good luck Commander, as do I"
***
" DON'T YOU THINK I CARE?"
Waving her hands in her usual manner, Chiana walked back and forth on the command deck.
"Well, go tell him then. Don't just pace like a Drongorian rat."
"Why don't you tell him?" Her voice nearly back to normal level.
"Because he cares for you, not for me!"
"Yes he does! I know he does..."
"Not in the same way Chiana. You know that."
"What's the point? He never listens to me. He still thinks I'm his little kid sister. Just learning to walk or something."
Chiana crouches down on the floor with her hands on her head. Kid sister! He must be blind...That was a long time ago. If only Zhaan was here. She would talk him out of it. She always knew how to handle Crichton.
"You are his kid sister! You just have to say it in the right way, and he will listen. Trust me, he will!"
"OK! But if he doesn't, you sleep with Slime Toad tonight. Okay?"
Slowly standing up and looking towards Pilot's holo-screen...
"Where is Crichton Pilot?"
"Ah yes, Chiana.......Commander Crichton is on teir 17, hammond side. He is heading for the hangar." The purple image ripples and fades...
As she is on her way to open the door she stops and looks over her shoulder....
"Thank's, Princess!"
***
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!"
"Relaxxx... All that tension can't be good for you."
"You touch me one more time and I'll swear I'll rip your throat out!"
Dargo lifts is right hand and squeezes it....
"Ohhh, well....Mayby we have time for games when we come back. I have almost forgot the feeling of a good squeeze."
"You little....." Lifting his hand, palm outwards.
"Yes?"
Almost choking with anger, Dargo lowers his hand and starts walking out of the hangar...
"I will go find Crichton. He is late. AND DON'T TOUCH THE SHIP!
PILOT! Where is that human?"
***
"Ta ta da da da da daaaaa....I don't wanna be buried in a pet cemataaaaaaary...... Ta ta da da da da daaaaa...."
Damn this ship has become big. It takes a whole freakin' day to walk to the hanger.
Crichton walks swiftly through the seemingly endless corridors. Each one an exact duplicate of the one before. Strangely enough he never takes a wrong turn. Almost like Moya herself is guiding him....
"Hey, Crichton! Leaving without a goodbye?"
Chiana comes running up to Crichton. Her chest is heaving fast from running to catch up with him.
"Yep!"
"Just like that?"
"Yep!"
" Don't do this Crichton. You will get your self killed, and you know it."
"Yep!"
Still walking at a quick pace, Chiana suddenly stops while Crichton walks on towards the hangar...
"John!"
Crichton stops as if he had hit a wall dead on... John? She never called him John! D'argo, yes. Aer...She called him John sometimes....Zhaan, ahhh Zhaan had called him John. A smile almost appearing on his face. But not Pip!?
It seemed like arns had passed. Turn around, turn around will ya'! Chiana looked at Crichtons back. He stood as frozen. Say something you idiot. Don't just stand there. Come on!!! Come on.....big brother! The thought just popped up from nowhere....big brother....
"Chiana!?" John said with a somewhat asking voice. Turning around to face the small Nebari girl.
She looked terrified. Even paler then usual....if that was possible!? God, she was beautiful! He had almost forgotten....
Scard, yes, but still beautiful...
" Don't go John. Please don't go."
He almost couldn't hear her soft spoken voice from where he was standing. Walking up to her...He put his hands on he shoulders, and looked into those silvery eyes. A man could drown in those eyes. Her hair looked greyer then he remembered. It hadn't been this white when they first met. He touched it. Still soft...
"I want to go, Pip. But that doesn't mean I don't love you..."
"Why? Then why cant you stay? We're all your friends, your..........family!"
Chiana looked down on the floor. Crichton could feel a tear running down his thumb. Family...Yes, they were his family, but not that family! No, it was time to meet that family again...
"You know why, baby." Drying her tears of her cheaks...
"No, tell me why, Crichton."
Looking up into his eyes...His big puppy eyes. A woman could drown in those eyes. And she had, too many times!
She saw it. In his eyes she saw the answer to her question...
"Tell them I said hi, will ya'.....Big brother!"
"I will! Take care....Little sister!"
Chiana grabed Crichtons arms and pulled him towards her... Starting to kiss him, the type of kiss he had pushed away a thousand times. But hey, he was used to her doing that! And Aery....She wouldn't mind.
Finally letting him go, she ran crying back towards command...
"Time to go, John!"
"Hey, D! How long have you been standin' there man?" Trying to wipe his own tears away from his face before turning to face D'argo...
"Not long, my friend...Are you ready?"
"I've been ready for years tough guy."
D'argo put his hand on Crichtons shoulder....
"Remember nine cycles ago? On this very day...!
"Yes.....Oh my god, you're right big man, I do....! The Gammak base!!!" His eyes locked onto Dargo's...
"Good, then you remember why you are not afraid!?" Putting his second hand on Crichton's other shoulder.
"I love hanging with you, man!" A smile big as Kanvas appears on Crichtons face....Uhh, or was it Kansas?Dargo couldn't remember....
With a pat on the shoulder Dargo makes way for Crichton to lead the way...
***
"AHH, There you are Blue Eyes! I was wondering if you were coming. Or if Harvey had come back to stop you!?"
"You know...You talk to much for someone that's running around naked!" Shoveling Natira out of his way...
TO BE CONTINUED!
Roland (Scaper Swede)
1/20 -04!
