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Eleanor sat next to her father as he lay, unconscious, in the hospital bed. She
was so very tired, but she feared sleep. She was afraid of the dreams that
awaited her. On the few occasions she had tried to sleep, Acheron was there,
and the dreams became more and more frightening and intense.
All the way out from Boston, she'd been full of dread, and helplessness.
Thankfully, DK had made all the arrangements for her, she just had to do was
show up. Right now DK was talking to the doctor on the other end of the room.
Apparently, Jack had suffered a severe concussion when his car swerved off the
road for unknown reasons. There was an investigation going on, but the police
had yet to find anything.
"They won't..." said the quiet voice in her head. She was surprised to hear it,
considering it had been exhibiting an intense silence since she heard about her
father. It didn't speak to her often, it mostly hummed, sang, made her aware of
its presence. Whenever she had nightmares, it chased Acheron away, making her
feel protected and safe, especially after John disappeared.
She had considered, on numerous occasions of telling someone about it. After
all, hearing voices was a symptom of insanity, and it worried her greatly.
Every time she tried, something held her back, and she remained silent.
"Eleanor?" A quiet voice said next to her ear. She jerked her head up, mentally
reprimanding herself for dozing off. DK was squatting next to her, hand on her
shoulder, and looking very concerned.
"You should get some sleep."
She shook her head, "No, don't want to..." she looked over to her father.
He shushed her, "I'll wake you if anything happens.....go, get some sleep."
She stared at him for a second. Her relationship with DK had always been...odd.
He certainly wasn't another brother figure, but they were always at least
close friends. She sometimes wondered what he wanted in a relationship, but was
afraid to ask.
She almost refused again, when the voice spoke again, "Sleep. You will need
strength...". Eleanor felt a shiver move down her spine, as she nodded and
allowed DK to take her to the next room, where she plopped on the bed. A second
later she was asleep, he bent down, kissed her on the cheek and left, closing
the door behind him.
Eleanor was walking down a hallway where there had been a fire. It was rounded
at the top, and curved gently, from side to side, as it went. Eleanor had a
sense of pain, and great sadness, that seemed to be emanating from the walls
themselves. She found such sadness extremely moving, and felt a few tears slide
down her cheeks.
She wiped them away with her sleeve, and suddenly became aware of what she was
wearing. She was clad in back leather, boots, pants, vest, and a long coat. At
her waist there was a sword. She pulled it out and looked at it curiously. It
looked like a kitana sword and had hawks and wolves engraved on the scabbard
"Eleanor....." a voice whispered from down the hall. She sheathed her sword and
went towards it. As she rounded the next bend, she saw a room next to her. It
had a large doorway, with what looked like bars for the door.
Inside was also burnt. There was mirror in the corner, what looked like they
may have once been draperies, and the remains of a bed. Sitting on the bed with
his back to her, was John Crichton.
"John," she breathed, she wanted to hug him but she found herself rooted to the
spot. He looked completely different from the last time she'd seen him. He wore
black leather pants, boots, a black t-shirt and a red and black vest.
He was sitting there, staring at a strange devise. He looked terribly sad and
angry. Suddenly, he got up and flung the devise at the wall. He stared at the
remains and then turned to leave, passing right through her.
She felt like someone had walked over her grave, and she called after him as he
went down the hall, out of sight. She stood there, shaking uncontrollably. He
hadn't seen or heard her, and what had happened to make him like that?
"This past cycle has been very difficult, particularly these last weekens." The
voice was gentle, it was almost like her inner voice, very soothing and
Eleanor turned slowly back into the room and saw a blue woman standing in the
center. She was exquisitely beautiful, with blue skin, mottled white and no hair.
She smile, "Hello, Eleanor."
"Hello," she could barely get out a whisper, "How did you-"
"I know who you are through sharing unity with your brother."
"I don't....understand. Who are you?"
The woman bowed slightly, "I am Pa'u zotah Zhaan."
"And you know my brother?"
"Yes, when I was living.."
Eleanor flinched, "Does that mean, I'm dead?"
Zhaan chuckled, "No child, this is a dream, and so much more."
Eleanor felt very confused and a little frightened. she then noticed that Zhaan
had moved directly in front of her. She took Eleanoršs hands and put them on her
head, and she did the same. Their foreheads touched, there was a flash of light
and rushing sound.
Nell took a deep breath, "What is this?" she whispered.
"This is unity, the sharing of two minds and souls. We now share a single
conscience as our souls pass through each other."
She felt Zhaan smile, and then grow serious, "Eleanor, you cannot remain on
Earth...you must come here, you're brother needs you.."
"Yes, I know," she hadn't until that moment. She also knew how to do it, but
something worried her, "Now?" she asked.
"But, my father, he's ill, I can't leave him....he needs me."
She felt a sudden rush of sadness, "No child its too late."
Eleanor knew instantly what Zhaan meant, "No, you're wrong," she started to
struggle, "he's alive, its just a concussion. He's going to be fine!"
She tried desperately to break free, but Zhaan was too strong. Zhaan tried to
hold onto her without hurting her, but she didn't wish to break unity, "Stop
resisting, " she said urgently.
"No!" She felt like she was being flung back. But where she should've hit
floor, she kept falling, and falling.
She could hear Zhaan still, "I will be here when you change your mind." and
then she was gone.
Eleanor still fell and everything became dark. She was cold and the old fear
gripped her. She knew, somehow, that Acheran was here, looking for her. She was
no longer aware of falling when she noticed the green, glowing eyes coming
towards her out of the darkness.
Acheran came closer than she had ever been before, and for the first time, she
spoke, "You should have listened to Zhaan," her voice was like a whisper that
came and went, "you're far too late now."
She held up her hand, and Eleanor saw that it was covered with blood. "Your
father's soul was.......delicious." She then began laughing.
Eleanor faced her as revulsion and anger set in. She felt sick and wanted to
punch Acheran desperately, but she couldn't move. her anger grew with each
second and she began to shake with rage.
Acheran stopped laughing, and suddenly looked very worried. she began backing
away when Eleanor felt herself break free with whatever was holding her. With
an enraged howl, she lunged at the woman, who instantly vanished in a puff of
She kept falling, and let out a loud scream.
"Eleanor! Wake up!"
She felt herself being shaken as she willed herself back into conscieness. It
was DK, he said he'd wake her if anything....
"Dad!" she cried as she tried to jump out of the bed, but DK caught her and
pulled her into a hug. She struggled, but felt very weak, "What's happened?
Where's my dad?"
He hushed her quietly, rocking her, "It's too late, I'm sorry.....they just
She pulled away slightly to look at him, "W-what?" she said weakly.
He looked truly pained, "I'm sorry, he's gone Eleanor."
She stared at him for a full five seconds, before bursting into tears. He held
her again, stroking her back and rocking her gently. She could hear him telling
her everything was going to be alright, but it was drowned out by the sounds of
*BAM* She hit the punching bag with her fist.
*POW* She gave it a round house.
Sweat was trickling down her body, she was thoroughly exhausted,
but she kept on
pounding the bag.
Her father's death had been a week ago, she was now back
in Boston. She
couldn't stand to stay at Canaveral.
She had lost everyone. Acheran had taken them all away.
She still had DK, she corrected herself, but that wasn't
the same. Her family
She sank to the floor, onto all fours, too tired to even
move. She found
herself thinking suddenly of Zhaan.
At first she'd been too upset to think about the strange
blue woman in her
dream. She was now certain, it had been real, as had Zhaan's
Leaving Earth....going out, for real, to find her brother.
"What have you got
to lose?" the inner voice asked.
She grinned, breathing hard and said, out loud, "Not
a damn thing."
"There's only one thing to stand in your way of doing
this," it said.
She sighed, "DK...." He had come back to Boston
with her, to make sure she was
going to be ok. During the past week, she had become attuned
to his feelings
for her, and what he desired. She was glad that he was to
good a friend to take
advantage of her emotional state, because she knew she would
not have refused
him, again due to her emotional state.
Eleanor rolled onto her back and took off the boxing gloves.
She knew what she
had to do, and he would try to stop her. He was so concerned
about her that he
wouldn't even leave her alone long enough to do it. Right
now he was out, she
had some time to get things ready and to come up with a plan.
She could, she supposed, just knock him out, but she really
didn't want to hurt
him. Also, if he came round he'd call the cops and she wouldn't
be able to pull
She got up, went to her room, and started getting her stuff
changed her clothes, and put in her back pack everything
she felt she couldn't
live without: books, cd's, coffee, her pentacle, anthame,
She stopped and looked at the bottle for a minute. After
she left the room and went to the kitchen, a plan forming
in her mind.....
By the time DK came back to the apartment, it was getting
dark and the
temperature was dropping. Unlike Canaveral, or Australia
for that matter, it was
cold up here. He had gotten so use to mild, warm weather
year round, that early
fall in New England was a trying experience for him.
Perhaps he could convince her to move to someplace warm.
He knew better though,
she liked Boston too much. She had fallen in love with it
while visiting John
at MIT, and wasn't about to leave, the place inspired too
many fond memories.
He could understand that, and he'd be willing to stay, except
he was worried
about what they're relationship might become.
This was an emotionally charged time for both of them, had
been for over two
years, since John had vanished. Now, after Jack's sudden
death, they were both
drained and vulnerable and things could become awkward. He
didn't think having
sex with his lost best friend's little sister would be very
healthy to his
He thought no more about it, simply told himself that he
was here for her
protection. When he got to the door he could smell spaghetti
should have been his first clue, she never made such and
effort to cook.
When he came inside he went into the kitchen. The small table
had some wine and
two glasses, two plates of spaghetti, and a bread basket.
Eleanor was sitting
on one side reading the newspaper, sipping at her wine, her
food was untouched.
She looked up when he entered, "Yes, before you ask,
I cooked. I was bored."
She went back to her newspaper.
He grinned, "Well, nice to see you're almost back to
normal, snippy as ever."
She gave him a warning look, but it was marred by amusement,
"Sit down and eat,
smart ass." She put down the paper and began eating.
DK laughed and started his
Despite her casual demeanor, he was worried that there was
something going on.
She was dressed perfectly normally, jeans, t-shirt, sweater,
sneakers. Her hair
was done in two long braids held together at the top of her
head, very normal.
But there was a sense of nervousness in her eyes, and it
After dinner he went to watch the news, and Eleanor went
to her room. After a
few minutes he began to feel drowsy. He looked at the clock,
barely seven, why
was he so sleepy?
There was a noise at the door to the bedroom, he looked up
and saw Ellie. She
had but on her brown leather jacket and her gloves and had
on her backpack.
"Eleanor.." he slurred, "whatšs h-happening?"
She came over to him and squatted down, "I'm sorry DK,
but I have to go, and I
can't have you with me-" she put her hand on his mouth
when he would've
spoken, "no, don't talk. Look," she looked down,
collected herself, and then
faced him with a renewed resolve, "John and I were always
close, without him, I
feel like I'm not a whole person, I can't live like this."
She leaned over and kissed him, "Be happy, and remember,
none of this-John's
disappearance, dad's death, what I'm about to do, none of
its your fault."
With that she got up and left. DK tried to follow her, but
instantly tumbled to
the floor as blackness gripped him.....
Three hours later, she stood on the French King Bridge. She
wanted to do this
here because it was not only a beautiful view, but very isolated.
over the rail and stood on the other side, gripping the rail
and getting her
breathing under control. Every instinct was screaming at
her to stop, but she
ignored them and sought out the voice.
"I'm ready," she said.
At first there was silence, and she wondered if she really
was insane but then
it spoke, "Good, now close your eyes, keep calm, I'll
Eleanor found she had to stifle a laugh. Here she was standing
on the French
King Bridge, looking down a valley which was at least a mile
down, being told
"Eleanor?" It was Zhaan.
"Yes, I'm ready."
"Good, close your eyes..."
She did so, and found herself once again in the burnt-out
room. Zhaan was
standing in front of her, and she herself was once again
in the black leather
with the sword.
Zhaan held out her hands, and Eleanor knew exactly what to
do. They joined in
Unity. She felt her body getting ready, "Wait.."
But she was aware that someone was near her. Indeed there
were two people who
had been driving by and saw her, and they were trying to
coax her down. When
they saw that she didn't respond they moved to pull her down.
"Hurry Zhaan, I have to do it now!"
"Just another moment. There's...something....don't resist!"
"I'm not!" she felt a sudden spasm of fear"...Acheran,"
She felt the Dark one moving in on her even as she felt a
tug on her body. "I
have to jump, NOW!"
Zhaan continued to struggle "Ughh...go GO NOW!"
Eleanor felt her body propel forward into the valley. The
couple on the bridge
screamed. She felt the wind whip through her hair and clothes,
and then she was
consumed by the light......
Eleanor felt like she was floating on clouds. She could feel
Zhaan, still in
Unity, pulling her along, guiding her. For the first time,
she wondered where
exactly they were going, and what was going to happen when
they got there. She
had, after all, just thrown herself off a very high bridge,
and it was fanciful
to let her think of herself as anything but stone cold dead.
Zhaan, seemed to sense her anxiety and answered her questions
before she could
voice them. "We're going to Moya, our ship, that's where
you brother is. When
we get there you will recoilless into a new body, just like
your old one."
"Is that possible?" she could feel Zhaan's power,
which was great, but she
doubted that the Pa'u could pull this off.
"Not by myself, no, but Stark will help us."
Because of her connection with Zhaan, she didn't need to
ask who Stark was, she
just knew. Another question nagged at her, "Why are
you doing this?"
She could feel Zhaan shift uncomfortably, "If nothing
else, then because your
brother needs you. I recently died, and it was a huge....burden,
for him. He
needs something familiar."
"There's more to it, isn't there?"
"Yes, I was ordered. I am not allowed to say who's order.
Do not worry, it is
not someone who seeks to harm you, like Acheran. I also cannot
say why this
person wants you here."
Eleanor was silent for a few minutes, and then asked, "Zhaan,
who is Acheran?
Why is she trying to hurt me and my family?"
"I do not know why she means you harm. I do know a little
about her. When I was
first made a Pa'u, I was warned of a dark spirit that can
catch wandering souls
and consume them. Anyone trained to separate their spirit
from their body is
warned of this. But there was never any mention of her harming
this ability....like your parents."
She was silent for a minute when she said, "Ask Stark
when you meet him, he may
They glided on, and Eleanor became oblivious to time. She
could feel Zhaan
reaching out to contact Stark. This meant that she had to
pull away from
Eleanor for a moment, and she suddenly felt alone and afraid.
"Don't worry," said the voice, "she'll be
"Who are you?" Ellie demanded. She felt it was
about time she got some answers.
"Well," it said with mock indignantly, "that's
a tone to take with someone who's
been protecting you."
Ellie glared and it said, "I'm the one who wants, and
got, you out here."
"Balance" was all it said and then it was silent.
Eleanor tried to get it to
answer again, but it stayed in stubborn silence. She sighed,
Zhaan was still
conversing with Stark.
Excitement started to grow in her, she was going to see her
brother again. He
was alive, and they were going to be together. She could
be complete again. In
her growing excitement, she couldn't feel the hairs on the
back of her head
rising, nor could she see the dark cloud approaching.....
Stark sat cross-legged in the burnt out remains of Zhaan's
quarters, deep in
meditation. No one passing by would've guessed that he was
talking to her. Of
course, no one was passing by. They were all avoiding each
After Zhaan's death the tension became too much and everyone
needed time to
cool off. Stark was only really worried about Crichton and
Aeryn. They both
blamed themselves and eachother for what happened, and there
was a rift growing.
Aeryn was becoming more and more unpleasant and short-tempered,
became more reclusive and quiet. Stark feared for his sanity.
"I know, my love," Zhaan said, "but soon she
will be here and he will start to
heal. And I'm sure she'll help Aeryn see more clearly, she's
very gifted and,
with our guidance, she could be very formidable."
Stark smiled at the "our". He was about to reply
when he felt a sharp cold hit
him. He knew exactly what it was.
"Zhaan! Help me!"
It was Eleanor's voice. "Goddess!" Zhaan exclaimed
and rushed back towards it,
taking Stark with her.....
Eleanor cursed herself for sheer stupidity, she should have
been on her guard!
The dark cloud had her arm and was pulling her away from
Zhaan. She screamed
again and struggled to break away, but stopped when Zhaan
told her to. She
realized that she could break free from the Acheran but she
would also break
Unity and that would be fatal.
Stark were coming, she felt them grab her other arm and start to
pull. Acheran pulled back and she was caught in a horrifying
tug of war. It
went on and on, neither side gaining ground. She felt like
she was going to rip
She was angry again, and with each passing moment and pull
it grew. She was
shaking with rage when she felt Zhaan and Stark twinge with
displayed signs of worry, but took advantage of Zhaan's momentary
concentration and pulled Ellie even harder.
Unity broke, she could hear Stark's howl of frustration and
Zhaan's wail of
despair amid Acheran's howls of triumph. She looked at the
woman who was now
pulling her away from Zhaan and Stark, away from Moya, away
from her brother.
Her rage mixed amid her fear erupted and she exploded with
a furious scream.
Acheran was taken completely by surprise and was pushed back
by the sheer force
of Ellie's rage. Her hold broke and Eleanor began to fall.
She felt Acheran's
presence withdraw to wherever, Ellie didn't care, she was
convinced that now she
It was then that she saw Stark. He was hurtling towards her,
with Zhaan acting
as a lifeline. It was the first time she had actually "seen"
him and he wasn't
quite what she had expected. Not that was top priority right
Stark went as fast as he could but she was falling too fast,
he knew he
wouldn't reach her. In desperation, he removed his mask.
"Stark!" Zhaan cried, "What are you doing?!"
"It's the only way to save her."
"I know, but we can't let her die like this, at least
this way, there's a
Light flooded into Elliešs soul and the world around her
began to take shape.
The light faded just as quickly and she landed heavily on
what felt like a
She groaned in pain, and very slowly opened her eyes. She
was in a dark room,
with light fixtures on the walls that glowed dully. The room
itself looked like
a cell or interrogation room. She looked around and saw the
room was completely
bare except for a large circle on the wall, that hummed.
She got up painfully to her feet and saw once again she was
in her normal
clothes, with her backpack. She looked around. No windows
one door, a cell.
"Zhaan?" she asked out loud. Nothing. "Zhaan?"
she tried louder.
The door opened and some men in black and red uniforms came
were carrying guns and spoke to eachother in a strange language,
consisted of clicks and whistles.
Two of them grabbed her arms, while a third pulled out a
tube, which looked
almost like a syringe, only without the needle. He put it
against her neck and
injector her with something, though she couldn't say what.
She tried to struggle, but she was exhausted and ended up
slumped between the
two soldiers holding her. A woman came up to her and waved
a trance whirring
devise over her.
"Report!" A voice from the back said. Ellie snapped
back to attention. How
could she suddenly understand? Must have been the injection.
"Medical scan confirms, she's Human Lt. Braca."
Lt. Braca stepped in front of Eleanor. He was her height,
an very intense
looking man. He grinned, "Excellent!" He turned
to one of the others "You.
Inform Scorpius, we have a human."
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