Well, here's what the muse brought over. The story seems to be taking
of its own and claiming more time and space than I originally intended.
I just hope you all like it. Please, send some feedback my way.
To become one pt.III
(Pilot's Chamber - a few moments after TBO2)
Pilot's hushed voice carried over to them. 'Officer Sun?'
'Aeryn?' Chiana edged closer to her prostrate friend. Yes she thought
sebacean fem as a friend. Her friend. But this whole situation was
infuriating. John had been hurt by Aeryn before, and he just took
other male in the galaxy would have either turned around and told
her to get
frelled or slapped the former PK silly; at the risk of their own
but she had it coming.
'Aeryn?' Moya's symbiote was obviously worried.
Not Crichton though. No, he had these frelling romantic notions
were not a trait of his species or they would all be in far deeper
they thought. Because John just let Aeryn trample over him out of
feeling of guilt. As if HE was responsible for all that had gone
the life of this dark haired beauty she had absolutely no hope of
in his heart.
'Please, Aeryn.' The harmonics seemed to dwindle and die in accordance
the chamber's lights. No answer.
Thoughout the cycles, she had seen these two fight and hurt each
the most insignificant things, only to dump everything else and
the mouth of Cholok himself to save the other. Many a time sacrifying
themselves for the other. But more often than not, it was John the
the answer. John the one with the time for listenign. John who followed
Aeryn around so she would 'open-up'. And inevitably, it was John
hurt by Aeryn and her irrational fears of emotions. Emotions for
misplaced and starry eyed human.
If she had a credit for everytime Moya and her crew could have avoided
trouble, pain and misery if only one or the other had opened their
and just said something. After all the cycles knowing John, she
had a finer
appreciation for relationships, but my the troubles a timely frell
'Aeryn, please look at me.' It was no use. She extended her left
touch Aeryn's shoulder. The dark clad figure racked by her silent
was she to reach her?!
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