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loved a commerce planet. The savory smells of food cooking, the
crowds exchanging goods and services, the voices of vendors
the virtues of their wares--she loved it all. She was particularly
to the booths filled with clothing and jewelry, and she was pawing
a tray of bright trinkets with total delight. Rygel had been unusually
in his latest negotiations, and Moya's crew had more than
for food and necessary supplies, with a little left over for personal
Chiana was holding a bracelet in each hand. Should she take the
chain or the band set with dark stones? And then there were
and ear-clips and--she sighed in frustration. It might be a long
before they found another commerce planet without Peacekeeper
or had the resources to spend on nonessentials. And she wanted
Her deliberations were interrupted by a male voice behind her. "Make
Pip. The food's been loaded on the transport pod, and we--"
John Crichton's voice broke off in mid-sentence. Chiana wheeled
find him staring fixedly at something on a shelf above her. For
a look of pure joy crossed John's face, to be replaced in turn by
is it, John?"
He shook his head as if to clear it. "I thought I saw--, never
Just pick one of the bracelets; hell," he said, dumping his unused
on the counter, "buy them both. But come on before Aeryn gets
and tells D'Argo to leave without you." He looked at the shelf
then turned and stalked off through the crowd.
Puzzled, Chiana watched him go, then faced the booth again, searching
the object that had caught John's attention. It was just a small
an elderly man in a garish costume. She'd seen hundreds like it,
better done and painted in more subtle colors. A depiction of
ancestor or a religious icon, perhaps. But it had meant something
John, something that made him smile.
She dropped the bracelets back into the tray and gestured to the
take that," she pointed.
* * * *
Crichton?" D'Argo demanded, stalking into Command on Moya.
Aeryn looked up from the schematics she had been studying. "Don't
she answered. "He was going to show me how to read these, but I
seen him since we returned from the commerce planet yesterday."
heard a noise in the transport pod's navigation system. He was
to help me fix it," D'Argo growled. "But he just unloaded the pod
I haven't seen him. And he didn't answer his comms a while ago."
stared at him suspiciously. "You didn't scare him into hiding with
one of your Luxan hyper-rages, did you?"
haven't had one of those in over a cycle," D'Argo protested, "and
hide anymore, he fights back."
he is tired of fighting," Zhaan said, entering the chamber to hear
last part of the discussion. "He seemed a bit distracted while we
the supplies away. Not himself. Quiet."
Crichton?" Aeryn scoffed. "He's never been quiet in his life. He
constantly. Questions about the Peacekeepers, about Moya, how
work, stories about Earth--"
Chiana swung her feet off the table and turned in her chair to face
"Yeah, but does he ever really talk to any of us?"
Zhaan frowned. "What do you mean, Chiana?"
the first thing John always says?"
says 'trust me," D'Argo answered, "just before the dren hits the
Chiana corrected. "He says 'talk to me.' Everytime we have a
or things have gone all to hezmana, he tells us to talk to him.
after us until we do. And it always makes us feel better. I was
who does he talk to? I mean, he went through all that stuff with
and the Aurora Chair, then Gilina, and floating in space hanging
could have been D'Argo's corpse, not knowing if he'd be rescued
had happened to the rest of us. All the other dren since he came
Moya. Has he ever talked to anyone about any of it?"
Zhaan reflected on Chiana's words. "His soul has become darker since
joined us. He is much quicker to reach for a weapon now. And he
without even thinking about it."
becoming a warrior," D'Argo nodded. "That's a good thing. You
reason with an enemy, you kill him."
sound like a Peacekeeper," Aeryn observed. "That's not Crichton.
believes violence should be the last resort. He may reach for a
he doesn't fire it unless it's the only way out. Where are you going
ever mention anything about some guy in a red suit?"
Aeryn frowned. "I don't think so."
Chiana?" Zhaan asked.
Chiana placed the small figure on the table. "He smiled when he
he recognized this guy. Then he went all serious and left. I tried
about it in the pod, but he brushed me off. 'Later, Chi.' That's
After that time with Nerri, John always drops whatever he's doing
noticed," D'Argo said wryly. "So Crichton's acting strangely. He
talk, he isn't answering his comms, and he isn't anywhere we'd expect
see him. What do we do about it?"
him," Aeryn answered. "He'll come back when he gets hungry."
* * * *
John Crichton was sulking. It hadn't started out as a sulk. He'd
some time to himself after returning from the commerce planet. Time
think. The others would be displaying their new acquisitions: Chiana
her new jewelry, Zhaan reveling in new herbs and medicines,
checking out the new weapons, Rygel gloating over cheating some
He had gotten some new t-shirts. How exciting was that? But
he found unique and exotic the others scoffed at as being
And he simply wasn't good at bargaining because he had no
what anything was worth. The one object that he would have dearly
to have-- Well, he just didn't want to know what it really was and
to his shipmates laugh at his ignorance. So, feeling alien and distant
more than a little homesick, he had wandered up to one of Moya's
where he would be unlikely to be disturbed until he sorted out his
But a little self-pity had grown into a lot of self-pity as he reflected
things he had lost. Yes, being aboard Moya was an opportunity of
an adventure his heroic, moon-walking father would have given his
for, but his initial sense of awe and wonder at a universe Dad couldn't
imagined had been overwhelmed by his daily struggle to survive.
didn't like what that struggle had cost him. He glanced down at
to his thigh. No, he didn't care for the person he was becoming.
the small reminder of "Peace on Earth, goodwill to men" hadn't helped
state of mind.
John slid down the wall to sit on the floor of the passageway, hugging
to his chest. He had to shake this mood before he could return to
But he felt so alone and lost. And so very far from home.
* * * *
days!" fumed Aeryn, striding across Command. "Crichton's been
two days! He's here on Moya somewhere because his module and all
transport pods are here. It's frelling annoying."
tell me you miss him?" Zhaan's eyes twinkled with amusement.
Aeryn stopped her pacing and turned on the Delvian. "Of course not.
would I ever miss that treacherous sack of dren?" She slammed her
down on the strategy table where the incomprehensible schematics
thwarted her. "But he has his duties, things only he can do. He
here to do them."
Zhaan nodded. "Things like make you smile? You haven't, you know.
once in the past two days. You have been stalking around here like
animal, snapping at everyone, barking orders."
do not miss Crichton! I'm just busy, trying to do his work as well
Angrily, Aeryn swept the schematics to the floor. "I'm a soldier,
but things are always breaking down and the DRDs can't fix most
And I can't begin to understand some of these drawings. Crichton
He works at it until he does."
Zhaan shrugged and returned to cataloguing her new plants.. "Perhaps.
I miss him. And Chiana is totally lost without him."
has D'Argo. A relationship I'll never understand."
and D'Argo have become close," Zhaan agreed. "But D'Argo is
substitute for John. She trusts John completely, something Chiana
done before. Without him, she has lost her anchor. And she blames
Aeryn stared at Zhaan. "Chiana had nothing to do with John's leaving."
do you know?"
Aeryn dropped her eyes. "Because I--" She faltered. Then her head
up, eyes blazing. "I don't know why he left. Ask him. If you can
him." She bent to collect the scattered diagrams.
idea you've had in days, Aeryn." Rygel swooped in on his throne
followed closely by D'Argo and Chiana. "But I had it first." He
on the table before them. "IF you want to know what's wrong
Crichton, go to the source."
Chiana snatched at the object. "Put it back, Froggy. That's John's!"
were outside Crichton's quarters," D'Argo explained. "Chiana was
he might have come back. We saw that thieving Hynerian sneak in
the access shaft."
his voice recorder," Aeryn said, taking the small device from
"He records messages for his father. But he ran out of tape half
ago. Retrograde technology."
Rygel smiled. "He recorded this two days ago."
Zhaan said tartly. "How many times have you been told to stay
of our quarters? To leave our personal possessions alone? John will
Aeryn was examining the recorder. "It had to be important if Crichton
is personal," Zhaan insisted. "John values his privacy."
Aeryn was thoughtful. "You remember what Chiana said yesterday?
who Crichton talks to? Here's your answer; he talks to his father."
you want to know what's happened to him? It's on the tape. Listen."
pressed the PLAY button.
* * * *
It had been two days and John was beginning to feel a bit guilty.
him. Hell, without his scientific expertise and his mechanical ability,
wouldn't have survived the first arn. Not that any of them would
it. Oh, no. They were all so independent and self-reliant, so sure
were so much smarter and tougher than he was--
Anger occluded his guilt. Well, they were missing him now. Maybe
appreciate just how much he did for them. Of course, Aeryn had
to comm him only once; the others not at all. And he had avoided
so Pilot couldn't use them to track him. But that didn't mean he
They were deluding themselves into thinking they could survive
his skills. Well, he'd show them!
Show them what? Why was he doing this? Because he'd seen
that reminded him of home? Because he'd suddenly realized just
far from home he was, among aliens who didn't, wouldn't, couldn't
Yes, they'd lost everything, too. And part of that had been his
Without Captain Crais' vendetta, the others would have escaped
into the Uncharted Territories and could have been on their way
various homeworlds by now. If Aeryn hadn't tried to stand up for
Crais, she could have gone home to the Peacekeepers a hero. But
had, and she couldn't, and because of him, none of them would be
whatever their local equivalent of Christmas was.
No, no one, especially hot-shot rocket-jockey John Crichton, would
* * * *
Crichton's voice filled Command from the pocket recorder on the
table. "I saw Santa Claus on the commerce planet today. Well," he
self-consciously, "it could have been a Santa Claus. Or any guy
a long white beard in a red suit. I've been out here so long, I've
of time. It could be Christmas and I wouldn't even know it. Or
or the 4th of July. We usually have enough fireworks for it." He
a long, sad sigh. "But I started thinking about snow and chestnuts
on an open fire and trees with angels on the top. Putting up
manger scene and listening to you read about shepherds
their flocks by night. Hanging my stocking and finding it filled
nuts, and candy canes. Falling asleep waiting to hear the reindeer
the roof and waking up to the smell of turkey cooking and pumpkin
the presents and finding the prettiest one with the biggest bow
underwear or a sweater." He laughed again, remembering. "And
that nobody ate. I'd eat it now, Dad. I'd eat anything that tasted
The voice stopped for a moment, then John cleared his throat. "I've
this, Dad. I'm just making myself crazy. I've got a new life here
sort of family. We'd probably have a Charlie Brown Christmas
everything went wrong. So, as the song says, 'I'll be home for
if only in my dreams'."
There was another stretch of silence, then John chuckled softly.
know, Dad? I'd give anything to teach Aeryn about mistletoe."
* * * *
As the tape hissed to an end, Chiana whispered, "Whoa. He called
he's homesick," D'Argo said gruffly. "We all are. What can we do
Aeryn stated flatly. "If he wants to hide and nurse his ill-
let him. He'll come back when he's ready."
Zhaan agreed sadly. "We have all missed events and celebrations
important to us. But we are all stuck out here in the Uncharted
far from our homeworlds and others of our own kind. We are
to observe local rituals and customs."
Chiana shouted in frustration. "That's it? We do nothing?
all he's done for us, we just say 'tough luck, John; get over it'?"
D'Argo looked disgusted. "Chiana--"
D'Argo," The Nebari turned on him. "If it hadn't been for you and
dragging him aboard Moya, he'd have turned that module thing
and flown right back through the wormhole. You thought he could
you escape. Which he did, as it turned out."
Aeryn scoffed. "If he hadn't been pulled onto Moya, the Peacekeepers
have blasted him to bits. He wouldn't have lasted two microts against
Command Carrier. Especially after Crais identified him as the one
Chiana wheeled on Aeryn, falling into fighting stance. "He's saved
ass more than once. Aren't you grateful?"
I've saved his. And yours, you little trelk. Don't lecture me about
Chiana swung. Aeryn ducked, simultaneously landing a blow of her
grabbed for the Nebari. Chiana was a feisty street fighter, but
for a trained Peacekeeper. Zhaan stepped between the combatants
placed a hand on Aeryn's shoulder which she angrily shook off.
which had been held barely in check during John's absence
find this amusing?" D'Argo snarled, straining to hold the struggling
"It's your thieving and meddling that caused all this. We'd have
happier without hearing that pathetic tape. Ow!" Chiana's elbow
him in a tender place.
my meddling which has provided a solution," Rygel smiled. "It's
Crichton wants Christmas, we'll give it to him."
The conflict temporarily put aside, Moya's crew turned to stare
the Hynerian. They stopped to consider what he'd said.
right," Chiana admitted finally. As the others looked to her in
attitudes of disbelief, she continued, "It can't be that hard to
he wants. John listed everything he wanted on the tape. We just
to figure out what all that stuff is and get it for him."
Just like that?" Aeryn mocked. "Snow and reindeer and angels
pumpkin pie? Do you know what any of that dren is?"
D'Argo shook his head. "Those are all things from his homeworld,
There's nothing like them out here in the Uncharted Territories."
there is," Zhaan mused. "My microbes could not translate all of
because there are no approximations in the Delvian language. But
some of it. Nuts, for example, and fruit, like pumpkins and
The species may be different from what he's used to, but there
to be some similarities." She smiled as she saw the others begin
other connections. "We are all from different worlds and cultures.
has talked about his homeworld--"
what you're saying," Aeryn interposed, "is that each of us can
understand a part of Crichton's list. If we put all the parts
can do it," Chiana exclaimed, eyes glowing. "We can make Christmas
* * * *
John Crichton was unhappy. He had gotten over his sulk--it had been
days, after all--and he was ready to rejoin Moya's crew. The problem
he didn't know how. If he simply sauntered into Command, he'd be
with questions and recriminations. Worse, he'd probably be totally
The others were apparently getting along just fine without him.
had been no further attempts to comm him. He'd tried having a long
with a DRD, hoping Pilot might respond or tell the others where
find him. But nothing had happened so far. In fact, they had taken
one excuse he might have used for returning. For the past several
been finding little stashes of food cubes and water all over the
And fresh clothing. He even found himself hoping for an attack so
have a reason to reappear.
He sighed. He'd dug himself a hole and had no idea how to climb
* * * *
Holiday preparations were proceeding in the Center Chamber. Chiana
thrown herself into the project wholeheartedly, Zhaan with increasing
as she discovered the many uses for vegetable matter, and even
and Rygel were catching the Christmas spirit. Only Aeryn seemed
aloof from the activities.
Chiana hummed happily as she assembled layers of food cubes and
fruits. "I'm glad we got so much food on the commerce planet. I
almost everything I need for our Christmas dinner." She playfully
at Rygel's hand as he snuck a taste. "Keep your fingers out of my
Aeryn looked up from the weapon she had removed from the Prowler
in the process of disassembling. "Don't use all our supplies; it
may be a
time before we can replenish them."
do you think of this?" Rygel asked, displaying a small green figure.
like you," Chiana observed.
does, doesn't it?" Rygel sounded pleased. "It's an angel. Zhaan
were spiritual beings. As the spiritual leader of the Hynerian Empire,
an angel should somewhat resemble me."
Aeryn sniffed in derision and reached for another probe from the
spread on the table before her. "Crichton's from Earth. He never
a Hynerian before he met you."
loss." He studied the angel critically. "Besides, if angels don't
sleds, how do they get to the top of trees?"
Chiana cocked her head to one side, thinking. "Maybe they climb.
Rygel looked at her witheringly. "Don't be ridiculous. You are confusing
with that turkey thing. What the yotz is that?"
a bird. It had feathers before I pulled them off. But, listen, Frogface,"
bent to meet him at eye level. "Just make that angel taller and
Rygel ignored her and began attaching his angel to an assembly of
all that?" Chiana demanded.
couldn't fit an entire tree on Moya. So I built a representational
Rygel moved back to admire his handiwork. "It needs
meant the tree. Maybe I could hang some jewels on it. Not the most
ones," he hastened to clarify. "And, of course, I shall want them
Zhaan entered the center chamber with an armload of fruit and seed
from her apothecary. She dumped them on the counter next to Chiana
peered curiously at the Nebari's work in progress. "Are you sure
of it. Remember right before we blew up the gammack base? While
were waiting for the whatever to distill?"
Everyone nodded uneasily. It was a time none of them liked to think
They had survived, but barely, and the emotional scars were deep.
Chiana continued, "I wanted to fix everyone's favorite dishes. Most
knew, but I had a long talk with John about Earth food."
likes beer," Aeryn said, "and chocolate. Frel," she swore as her
and a tiny screw escaped.
chocolate," Chiana said. "I'd like to try that. Sounds--" She
Aeryn grunted and shot Chiana a look of pure disgust. But, as she
her attention to her work, Zhaan noticed that the Sebacean
to half-smile as if remembering something.
Chiana said, "he told me about pies and cakes." She frowned.
wish I knew why no one eats fruitcake. It sounds good. Why make
no one eats?"
knows why people from Earth do anything?" D'Argo growled as he
in, carrying the feed box he had spent a satisfying two arns building.
put it down next to Rygel's tree and glared at Aeryn. "Why are you
in here? That mess should be in the maintenance bay. I needed some
keeping Chiana from using all our food supplies for this load of
so excited about. I don't intend to starve until we can stumble
another commerce planet."
got, D'Argo?" Chiana skirted around Aeryn and scampered
to the Luxan.
a manger. I once wanted to be a farmer, remember? A manger is a
for feeding animals."
an odd thing for John to have," Zhaan said.
was his grandmother's," Rygel reminded them. "Maybe the old lady
a bit, you know--"
in the family," Aeryn put in. "Anyway, Crichton said he loved
Maybe he invited them to dinner."
it is for the reindeer," D'Argo said. "I believe a deer is an animal."
is water that falls from the sky. It's quite nice, actually."
Chiana laughed. "Everyone knows what rain is, Aeryn."
Zhaan made a conciliatory gesture. "Not if one grew up on a military
Aeryn has not had the opportunity to see as many planets as you
She shrugged. "So why does a deer care about the weather? Most
stay out in the rain, don't they?"
Rygel thought about it. "Maybe they're aquatic, Chiana, like Hynerians."
what's it doing on the rooF? So it can get closer to the rain?"
they have wings. Like angels." Rygel had been working on his
As per instructions, it was larger and pinker. And it now sported
resembling those on the Prowler.
Zhaan sighed. "Rygel, if you will not take this project seriously--"
for Crichton," Rygel reminded her. "When has he ever taken anything
D'Argo was examining the contents of a storage cabinet. "There's
food cubes missing. Are you hoarding food again, Rygel?"
all of the supplies we just acquired, due, in large part, to my
I stoop to stealing food cubes?" the Hynerian huffed.
there's at least one box missing," D'Argo said. "Possibly more.
didn't take them, who did?"
Everyone found somewhere else to look rather than at one another.
was a long, guilty silence. Then Aeryn said, "Why are you looking
cubes, anyway? Eat something else if you're hungry."
demand to know what happened to the food cubes!" He grabbed Rygel
pulled him from the throne sled. "Where have you stashed them?"
of the upper tiers, if you must know. But I wasn't hoarding them."
released him back into the sled and Rygel made a show of restoring
injured dignity. "And I wasn't the first. There was another plate
Slightly embarrassed, Zhaan cleared her throat. "I was up on the
several arns ago. I grow some of my fungi there. It's dark and it's
there is nothing to disturb them. I may have left some food cubes
Chiana clapped her on the shoulder, "Way to go! I left some up there,
some clothes." She glanced defiantly at Aeryn, clearly expecting
angry. "I had to go to his quarters for the underwear for his gift."
"It seems a strange thing to wrap up. Anyway, the upper tiers are
great place to hide and there's lots of fun stuff up there that
that's why--" Aeryn said thoughtfully.
Aeryn?" Zhaan asked, attempting to hide a smile. "And what is
excuse for visiting the upper tiers? I thought you wanted to let
Aeryn leaped up indignantly, but her mood fizzled at the amused
shipmates' faces. "All right, I went up there, too. Pilot told me
was; he finally tracked him. The idiot's completely lost what little
he had. He's now talking to the DRDs."
Chiana was concentrating on putting the finishing touches on her
you, um, went to visit?"
went," Aeryn explained patiently, "to take food and water. I made
he didn't see me. You don't want him coming back before we're
do you?" She sat down and returned to work.
D'Argo shut the door to the storage cabinet. "I guess I don't need
after all." He grabbed a drink container and went over to watch
build the pie.
Zhaan considered John's list, mentally ticking things off. "I think
finished. Aside from the reindeer and completing the gifts, there
one item left."
Pilot opened his comms. "Moya and I would like to help."
Abashed, Aeryn answered, "We're sorry, Pilot. We didn't mean to
all right. We are grateful to Commander Crichton for helping to
Moya's systems operational. If you move the celebrations into my
Moya thinks she can crystallize some of her amnexus fluid and
it fall from the ceiling. Once it accumulates on the floor, it may
Chiana grinned. "John will have snow for Christmas!"
While the others danced with joy that the final obstacle had been
Aeryn threw down a probe in annoyance. "Could foot just mean
bottom or base?" she muttered to herself.
* * * *
Crichton," he told himself sternly. "Stop being a whiny crybaby.
so bad out here. It may not be home, but at least you have a home
The others, if they should ever find their way back, were still
had still overthrown the Delvian government, Rygel had still been
and D'Argo's son, after all these cycles, probably wouldn't
him. For them it would be "Welcome back, cue the Peacekeepers,
off to the lifers' colony." When the time was right, he had a way
of the Ancients. And a beautiful woman who loved him, or would
soon as she figured out what that meant.
off your sorry ass and back down to face the music."
He just hoped they weren't playing "Taps."
* * * *
Chiana was humming to herself as she put the finishing touches to
table they had set up along the outer wall in Pilot's chamber. The
trays and flatware had been polished to a high shine, and she had
a centerpiece using some of her and Rygel's trinkets and the figurine
had bought on the commerce planet. "I think we're nearly ready,"
stepping back to survey the table. "We just have to wrap the presents.
Zhaan looked up from her work, stuffing socks with toasted seed
fruit. "She went back to her quarters for something. I hope you
socks, Chiana. Has Rygel decided on his gift? Generosity is not
Chiana nodded. "Rygel's helping D'Argo. D'Argo still feels bad about
John's father's ring, so they're making John a new one. It's more
really. They got the rings to interlock, but they couldn't get it
Zhaan was astounded. "D'Argo and Rygel are working together?"
Chiana stopped to think about it. "Maybe there is something to
Christmas dren. Even Aeryn's been cooperating since Pilot said he
wanted to help."
is for Crichton," Zhaan said simply.
worked out the snow with them and supervised the DRDs hanging
reindeer D'Argo built. She still complains a lot, but you know what?
she's having as much fun as we are. She almost smiled once or twice.
asked her what she was giving John and she said it was none of my
Wonder what it is?"
do you tease her, Chiana?"
it's fun. She's always so serious about everything. She forgets
not a mean old Peacekeeper anymore. John says I'm 'yanking her
What do you think that means?"
Zhaan sighed. "I never know what he is talking about. Another Earth
think some people on Earth wear chains? Sounds interesting."
The door to the chamber pivoted, and Aeryn came in carrying several
containers. Liquid sloshed as she placed them on the table. "I thought
might like to have this with your dinner."
that?" Chiana asked suspiciously.
nectar. I found some on the commerce planet. I was going to save
for a special occasion, but I guess this is one." She smiled at
"Crichton and I drank something on Earth called beer. This tastes
you, Aeryn," she said with surprise. "You wouldn't happen to
any chocolate, would you?" She cocked her head coquettishly.
Aeryn stiffened and scowled.
Zhaan admonished. "It is very kind of you to share this, Aeryn."
Aeryn relaxed and turned to the Delvian with amusement. "It's all
Chiana's just jealous because she's never tasted chocolate. And,"
grinned wickedly, "it's every bit as good as Crichton describes
her lips. "Better."
Now it was Chiana who bristled. Confrontation was narrowly avoided
Pilot broke in, "Crichton has left the upper tiers. He's now in
approaching this chamber."
* * * *
John walked hesitantly, his steps slowing as he neared the Den.
no one in Command or the Center Chamber, although the latter was
of a mess. Looked like they'd been partying without him. "These
your friends," he reminded himself. "They are probably going freaking
wondering what happened to you. Chiana will jump for joy, Zhaan
bless the goddess, and Aeryn, well, who knows what Aeryn will do?
probably say something like--"
the frel are you doing here?" She closed the door behind her and
Aeryn," he grinned sheepishly, "that wasn't my first choice for
line, but I'm happy to see you, too. What's going on?"
Before Aeryn could answer, the door eased open a crack, and Chiana
around the edge. "John, good to see you. Why don't you come
later. Lots later. Tomorrow, maybe."
John's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "But I'm back today."
see that, Crichton." Aeryn looked at Chiana, rather desperately,
"Only, well, D'Argo's waiting for you in the maintenance bay. You
to fix the transport pod, or have you forgotten?"
right," Chiana agreed smoothly and led him away from the door.
help D'Argo. It's probably very complicated. Might take several
in there you don't want me to see? And where's Zhaan?"
busy," Chiana answered. "We're all busy. Girl stuff. You wouldn't
to know about it."
Pilot's chamber? Pilot's a guy."
Moya's a girl."
go, Crichton," Aeryn ordered. "It's just like you to show up at
microt. We don't want you here."
okay, I'm going. But if you girls are having a slumber party, you
your jammies." He held up his hands in surrender and headed for
* * * *
They watched his retreat down the passageway, attempting to look
when he glanced back over his shoulder at them.
Chiana pushed open the door, "what's a slumber party?"
haven't the faintest idea. What are jammies?"
Chiana shrugged. "I hope they haven't got anything to do with Christmas.
you'd better comm D'Argo to get down to the maintenance bay and
down there for at least a couple of arns. He's in Rygel's quarters.
start frying the turkey."
* * * *
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