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I don't own any of the stars or muppets of Farscape (thankfully)
am simply borrowing them, and promise to return them after I'm through
up! Eleanor and Acheran do belong to me and I will fight you in
death for them!
Up to SiW 2.
Eleanor Crichton has always had a special ³bond² with her older
but since he was ³killed² she's felt incomplete. She's convinced
Now, her life-long nightmare of a ³Dark Lady² who does harm to
family is now a reality, and is coupled with visions of a strange
who can reunite her with her brother
Crichton sat on the rooftop of his home, staring up at the stars
hoped one day to walk among. He was well on his way, having been
to MIT, he was packed and ready to go the next day.
was a slight sound behind him, someone else was climbing on to
roof. He didn't need to look to see who it was, nor did he judge
He was simply aware of her presence, as he had been since the
she was born.
or Ellie as he called her, sat next to him, clutching the stuffed
he'd given to her for her birthday a few years ago. She was
eight years younger than he was, but she acted much older.
she wasn't a normal child by any rate. Quiet and often serious,
didn't play much, instead she read books at an adult level.
also had what some might call, a "sixth sense", in that
that things were going to happen, she could see things that others
Most remarkably, she had an uncanny connection with her
She could tell where he was always, and she knew what he was
as a result, they had formed a very close relationship.
she could feel his exultation, but it was marred by her sadness.
had never really been separated from him for any significant amount
time, and it bothered her to no end.
it was their mom, calling from below, "c'mon, its time for
wrapped his arm around her shoulders and said, "Let her stay
tomorrow, I want to spend more time." Their mother smiled,
and went back inside.
chuckled, "Crap, its gonna be dull here if your going to bed
this early! Honestly, you should
up for yourself."
didn't respond, she just stared up at the stars. He looked at her
before pulling her closer into a hug and asking, "What's the
smiled, "You're leaving, I won't see you anymore."
smiled, "Sure you will, I'm only going to Boston. I'll be back
in a year for
smiled cynically, "It's gonna be a dull year."
say that. A lot can happen in a year. Did I ever tell you about
smile broadened, she loved to hear him tell stories, "No."
he said redistributing his weight, "King Louis has this horse-"
she giggled when he pinched her.
interrupting. So one day, this thief tries to steal it, but gets
Louis was going to have him put to death, but the thief begs him
and he says, 'Spare me, and I'll teach the horse to talk within
when the year is up, the horse isn't talking, put me to death.'
about it and accepted. Later, the thief's friend says, 'You can't
horse talk! You're as good as dead!"
the thief said, 'But in a year, a lot can happen. For you see, the
die, king Louis might die, or I may die...." He looked down
at Eleanor and
"or the horse may talk."
laughed loudly, John gave her close hug, "I knew you'd like
her head, and they sat there for hours talking and looking up at
wasn't usually bothered by nightmares. They came, were brief, and
gone. She knew that they were part of a natural dream state, and
was nothing to be feared in a bad dream.
however, she tossed and turned, clutching tightly onto Gwydion,
rabbit. She whimpered and moaned, mumbling in her sleep, "n-no,
stood in the doorway to her parent's bedroom. They lay there in
Her eyes were drawn to directly above them, where a dark shadow
like smoke. It swirled and morphed and then began to take shape.
at the side of the bed, next to her mother. It had become a woman,
had pale, almost perfectly white skin, with black hair that seemed
on her head. Her eyes were a sickening shade of green and glowed.
tried to move, but found her feet stuck to the floor. the woman
and Ellie felt like a cold wind had just passed through her. The
at her and then plunged a hand into her mother's stomach.
tried to scream, but it stuck in her throat. The hand had passed
like a ghost. Her mother, groaned in her sleep and shifted
apparently unaware of what was happening. Ellie could see energy
from the woman into her mother, but it was dark, negative. Her mother
slightly, as if she, herself, was having a nightmare.
the hand withdrew, her mother lapsed back into a peaceful slumber.
once again turned her cold eyes onto Ellie and began to glide towards
her hand outstretched.
squirmed, trying to break free, but it was no use. She could her
laughter and it chilled her to the bone. The woman was almost upon
she finally found her voice....
woke up, back in her own bed. She was breathing hard, and was covered
John was sitting on her bed, looking thoroughly concerned.
Bright Eyes....you ok?"
sat up and threw her arms around him, shivering uncontrollably.
gently, stroking her back and hushing her.
baby, you have a nightmare?"
an absurd question. "Obviously...." she said shakily.
grinned, "Well, at least your humors intact." He looked
"you wanna talk about it?"
almost poured out the whole thing, when a voice in her head said,
tell him. He shouldn't know." It was so gentle and soothing
the horror she had just dreamed was ebbing away. Not forgotten,
lost its edge.
its alright," She actually meant it, much to her surprise.
he said stroking her hair, "you want to sleep in my room? Keep
nearly accepted, but then the inner voice rebelled. "You're
too old for
Does he still think of you as a small child?"
pursed her lips, she didn't want him to forever think of her as
she said, "I'll be alright, it was just a nightmare."
sure? Sounded really bad."
smiled and kissed her forehead. "Alright, bright eyes."
threw her arms around him again, suddenly remembering that he was
the next morning, before she got up.
write to you, and I'll call."
my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye."
giggled, and he tucked her back into bed, and then he kissed her
turned to leave, and she called out to him, "John?"
smiled widely, "Love you too kiddo," and then he left.
lay in her bed, strangely feeling comforted and safe. The voice
began singing softly. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever
it took her gently off to sleep.
Crichton will pilot a ship of his own design...." the TV blared
of her guests. Eleanor ignored them, sitting close to the set, watching
pictures from Canaveral. Knots were forming in her stomach. She
this was natural, John had spoken of a similar feeling when Dad
was too young to remember those missions. But now she was 20, and
older brother embark on a very dangerous mission. She resisted the
"go out", in a mantel/emotional sense to him, fearing
her presence would be
distraction. Just her simple awareness of him was enough comfort
pictures showed the Farscape module taking off from the mother ship.
felt like she was going to retch, and she put her hand over her
she felt her awareness shift, everything went black. She could see
carrying on in its mission. Something was wrong, she could feel
behind her and saw *her*. The dark woman from her nightmares. Acheron,
Eleanor began to call her.
eyes bored into her soul, and Eleanor suddenly felt weak and full
She felt a wave of energy tear through her as Acheron raised her
she could see the module again, just as it was hit by a radiation
was sent hurtling through a wormhole.
screamed as if she had just lost a vital part to her body. Indeed
her soul was being ripped apart, as John disappeared down the whole.
was sitting in her bed, panting, covered in sweat. It was till night
clock said two in the morning. She slid out of the bed and staggered
After splashing water on her face, she looked at her reflection.
she thought, "I look like crap..."
went to make some tea. She had grown tall, almost 6', with hair
her brother's. Her hair was long and almost perfectly straight.
she sat down with the tea, she just stared fixedly at the cup. The
only it wasn't a nightmare, it was a memory. She shut her eyes and
out a strangled sob. She had been told that she had fainted when
something had gone wrong with the mission.
was understandable, they said, after all, she and John had been
after she had lost her mother years before, which was trying on
sad," she heard over and over again, "that a family should
suffer so much.
just the two of them now, Mrs. Crichton had no other living relatives
she and John had been close. Closer than anyone, even their father,
known. She felt incomplete now.
bothered her most was her certainty, that he was still alive.
awareness of him had shifted, become more distant, but was not gone.
told anyone, for fear of them thinking she was insane. Perhaps she
had considered many times going into deep trance to find him, but
that Acheron, whom she was convinced was not just a figment of her
would catch her.
resolve was weakening though. Especially after her terrifying visions
father's death. They were similar to her premonitions about her
Last time she checked on him, though, he insisted he was in perfect
was still in deep thought when the phone rang, causing her to jump
her tea. "Fuck...." she muttered as she stumbled over
to the phone.
picked it up in annoyance, "Yes?"
almost didn't recognize the voice, it had been so long since she
"D.K? What is it, it's two in the morning."
I know, look," he sounded worried, upset, it caused the hairs
on the back
her neck to stand up, "You need to come down to Canaveral,
said, very, very quietly, "why?"
sighed and said nervously, "There's been an accident, your
dad he's dying."
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