ALL IT TOOK
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Set during A Human Reaction. This is the morning after the night
before. Basically an alternate ending starting from the morning
after the night in the safe house.
A Human Reaction (obviously!)
I don't own Farscape etc, just this little story.
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rain had stopped.
warm glow filled the room as the sun began it's climb into the pale
grey sky. Morning. As the honey soaked slits tickled his eyelids,
John awoke to the soft lilt of birdsong outside the large patio
window. He smiled, for a moment not realizing why he felt so calm
and contented. He recognized Earth, the holiday house, and finally
sighed as fear of what was chasing him began to filter into his
drowsy brain. He clenched his fingers, a nervous habit, and for
the first time, felt the silky strands his hand was immersed in.
He opened his eyes fully then and looked down, as memory came flooding
back. Last night. Him and Aeryn. Their first time. It had happened!
Sure it had been under heavy duress but it had happened. And he
still couldn't deny the wonderful feeling, that'd filled every cell
of his body, when they had finally crossed that bridge. The one
he'd dreamed about for so long. She was amazing. And here she was,
still in his arms, head pillowed on his chest, her raven hair spread
over her pale shoulders like an ebony web. A small smile graced
her lips. There was no sign of the constrained Aeryn he knew before,
just the unguarded , unafraid woman he found last night. Even in
sleep she was the most beautiful creature John had ever seen, and
with that thought in mind averting any trace of fear and worry,
he gathered more of her sweet smelling hair into his gentle grasp
and once again succumbed to the oblivion of sleep.
sun had risen high in the sky, watching the early morning play out
like a busker's street performance. It was about 9am. John was checking
the power setting on his pulse pistol (which Aeryn had thankfully
lent him after their escape). Aeryn herself had just finished braiding
her sleek ebony hair and was reaching for her own weapon.
heads turned instantly as the white front door surrendered before
them. John froze, the gun falling from his grip in surprise, as
the gaping hole revealed a platoon of army soldiers, a hard and
impenetrable wall, each with their gun trained on him or Aeryn.
They'd found them. Already? It couldn't be. Aeryn however reacted
instantly, with perfect military precision. Training initiated,
she reached for her pulse pistol and raised it to fire. But almost
instantly a loud "ping" resonated through the room as
bullet hit metal. The gun flew from Aeryn's hand and out of her
reach. Her beautiful face turned to John, contorted in a sudden
look of surprise and confusion. However her attention soon returned
to their attackers as they began to advance towards them.
words wrenched themselves from his throat as Crichton quickly bent
down and retrieved his own weapon and Aeryn's along with it. He
holstered his pistol and without a backward glance, turned on his
heel and made for the back door.
his retreat was cut short as sounds of a struggle emanated from
behind him. He turned to find the soldiers paying him not the slightest
bit of attention. All their efforts were focused on his Sebacean
comrade, who at that moment was demonstrating to them the finer
points of Peacekeeper self defense. There was three of them, each
holding a rifle and covered in protective gear. Aeryn stood weapon
less, surrounded by these military hounds. In nothing but her leathers
and white tank top. But the look of determination on her face made
up for any armour. The three goons tried to intimidate her first,
closing in like brick walls. But she didn't back down. In true Aeryn
fashion she took up her position, without hesitation, and attacked
her three oppressors hand to hand. At first, surprise and shock
at the slight woman's skill seemed to give Aeryn the advantage.
But shock doesn't last long, and this time they had Aeryn's own
confusion at the strange situation, on their side. Despite her best
efforts and skill Aeryn in disadvantaged state proved no match for
the three human bullies. Within microts they had restrained her
and two of them were dragging her out of the door.
had watched all this in disbelief; fear, anger and confusion holding
him where he stood. He tried to move, to respond, but his feet wouldn't
obey his brain. He cursed himself feverently as he watched the army
goons drag away the woman he loved. Thoughts and emotions swept
over him as he battled with his own shock and cowardice. A voice
suddenly pierced his daze
Aeryn cried desperately continuing her futile struggle. As she was
bundled out of the house.
the force released it's grip on Crichton's frozen body and he rushed
towards the door. Looking down to his right he saw the activities
had recommenced in the street outside. Aeryn had broken free once
again and was desperately trying to escape up the road and into
the maze like safety of the surrounding housing estate. The other
troops seemed to have disappeared, back into their huge army vehicles,
ready to return to base. The three hounds still remained however
and as John watched a few more lackeys appeared to help apprehend
their alien quarry.
as a flash John sprang down the steps and broke from the house in
front of them all.
c'mon!" he cried continuing up the road away from the trouble.
She made a sudden break towards him and he slowed to a standstill.
He extended his hand towards her, as her tired face grew closer.
He smiled uneasily.
baby. C'mon.." he whispered frantically.
smiled back, relief washing over her terrified features as she reached
out towards him, when her features suddenly contorted back into
surprise and terror. John watched in horror as her legs were swept
from beneath her and Aeryn hit the ground with a sickening thud.
Before she could stand she was surrounded by four or five soldiers.
They quickly incapacitated her.. with heavy hands, gun butts and
a vicious kick to her stomach.
recoiled in dismay as her whimpered cry splintered the sudden cloak
of silence. He trembled with rage and anguish as they dragged their
prey to her feet, barley noticing the two soldiers now starting
towards him. Aeryn merely dangled there limply, barley conscious.
John suddenly found himself upholstering his pistol and moving tenaciously
towards the scene the fire in his eyes fueled with rage. A gun shot.
John felt the air stir as the bullet whistled past his arm, mere
centimetres from his bare flesh. Only then did he see his rapidly
approaching assailants. The shot also seemed to have woken Aeryn
from her agonized delirium as Crichton found her eyes suddenly fixed
on his. They were wild and afraid, but determined as ever, as she
yelled across the void
heavy hand swung at her head and silenced her. She lolled like a
rag doll. Crichton immediately stepped forward as a trickle of blood
appeared at her temple. But her head suddenly shot back up and her
eyes found his.
froze and looked hard into her face, disbelief at her words written
clearly in his features. But looking into her eyes, and at his rapidly
deteriorating situation, he knew she was right and he had to do
as she said.
one last look he did all he could to communicate everything he felt
for this brave, confusing woman. Then with all his strength he turned
on his heel and took off at a run into the surrounding area. He
refused to look back. He heard the angry shouts and shots being
fired as he made his escape. The thud of boots which rang threateningly
in his ears slowly regressed as he finally lost the soldiers in
the warren of public buildings and houses. In the distance he finally
heard the slam of heavy doors, the roar of engines spluttering to
life. And in his minds eye he watched, as the army van drove away
holding the most important thing in his weird and wonderful life,
a prisoner and headed towards her death.
had started to rain again.
sky overhead was an angry grey but still allowed enough light to
create the impression of early evening. The birds had stopped. It
was warm. Warm and wet. The air hung thick over the tortured land,
strained, as though bracing itself for another bout of thunder.
Yet despite the heavy steel drops, pounding the earth's crust John
slipped through the sodden foliage surrounding the army base and
pressed himself unheeding, against the mesh perimeter fence. He
scanned the area warily. His eagle eyes noticed nothing unusual,
the customary guards nothing more. Obviously the powers that be
had no idea how strong a relationship John Crichton held with their
Sebacean prisoner. There was no way he would be leaving her to die.
mind raced with a million impossible plans, each one tried and discarded
like old news. The rational part of his brain told him he had almost
no chance of ever seeing Aeryn again, let alone breaking her out
of the impassable complex. But the rest of him, the part which responded
to his heart, told him he had to try. Aeryn deserved at least that
he maneuvered towards a pair of guards standing close to the perimeter
fence. Keeping to the bushes he remained just out of sight whilst
still within range to hear what they were saying. All he needed
was a lead. Something about where Aeryn was or who was guarding
her. Anything. 'Who knows I might find out who won the Superbowl.'
he thought dryly
within earshot he positioned himself in the middle of a large, broadleaved
bush. Heedless of the rain beating his head and shoulders and blocking
out all other sounds, John concentrated on the guards' conversation.
they got her huh? Who'd have thought they'd have been so stupid?
know," came the smug reply "As if somewhere like that
wouldn't have been the first place we'd look."
guards laughed jovially and Crichton silently fumed as he realized
they were indeed discussing Aeryn and himself .
what now?" they continued.
is more like it!'
came the suddenly hushed reply "seems they're taking the alien
chick up North. The Russians have got some base up there where they
can prolong testing or something. Shipping her out some time tonight.
Couple of hours or so. Then it'll all be finished."
that's all of 'em?"
Just Crichton left now. He'll soon come to his senses when he realizes
all his little alien friends are all cut up into little pieces.
A few days on the run in this weather, and he'll come crawling back!"
somehow resisted the urge to shoot both the men where they stood
and instead slithered back to his original position near the base
entrance. The men's' laughter rang heavily in his ears.
back would he? The only place he'd be crawling back to any time
soon would be Moya. With Aeryn alongside him if he had anything
to do about it! Still tense and annoyed he settled himself against
another shrub, shielded from view of the base but with the huge
gates well in his sight, and tried to process the situation. He
knew this type of base, knew about procedures and security more
than the average citizen. He also knew what was going to happen
to Aeryn and where. Finally John came up with a plan. It was a long
shot at best. Very 'Aeryn'. One she would have been proud of. Violence
first, sense later. As soon as the van transporting her pulled up
for it's regulation security check, just outside the gates, he'd
take out the security guards and hold the drivers at bay with his
pulse pistol. Then he'd break open the door, free Aeryn, steal the
van and drive to freedom! Easy. Okay, maybe not that easy, but in
his position his options were depleted. It was all he had, it would
have to do.
his mind made up John finally noticed the rain that was still pouring
in torrents. His thin shirt and jeans now clung to him in their
saturated state and the cold had finally started to permeate his
tough resolve. He quickly maneuvered further under the cover of
the surrounding shrubbery. Still soaked, though considerably better
covered, his mind momentarily surrendered, forgetting the tactical
musings of a jail breaker and instead drifted back to happier thoughts.
had been fascinated by the rain. Enthralled. Tilting her head and
opening her mouth, drinking it as it fell. Like a small child. He
recalled how amazing she looked with her hair plastered to her head.
The child-like grin which fell across her face as the tried to voice
her wonder at the natural phenomenon. A single drop of water dancing
lightly on the end of her nose. He'd wanted, so badly, to reach
out and brush it away, leaving his hand to stray and caress her
illustrious chin and soft cheek. But they were in danger. Again.
So it had all been work. Till later. Till the hopelessness of their
situation and the unrelenting attraction between them both had finally
brought them together to share the night as one.
remembered noticing as they made love how her hair still smelled
of the same rain which had captured her Sebacean heart. The angry
sounds of the storm outside had contrasted vividly with the softness
of the emotions which filled that small room and encapsulated them
in their own private world, where no hunters were coming for them
in the morning. And as Aeryn had finally laid sleeping in his arms,
and he'd placed a soft chaste kiss upon her smooth forehead, John
had tasted the rain, merged with something purely Aeryn. Delicious.
sitting under a rain soaked bush, in the jaws of danger, John ran
his tongue over his dry lips and could still taste her there. She
was part of him. Branded on his person. Though he'd never put it
into words, he realized now how much he had come to love this woman
with whom he so often came to blows. He couldn't leave her. Despite
his lack of advantage, sense or any real chance of success he would
not abandon Aeryn. There was too much left undone, unsaid, too many
regrets. He would fight for her. To the end.
was dragged from his abyss as the sound of heavy metal gates clashing
open shattered into his consciousness. He sprang to his feet and
crouched low, observing the gate just a few feet away. A white van,
one he recognized as the same one which took Aeryn away earlier,
was pulling out of the gate. Without stopping to think Crichton
moved silently from his hiding place and edged towards the vehicle.
He observed only two guards present at this end of the huge compound.
'Obviously keeping this little incident under wraps' he thought
dryly as he registered the lack of any major threats with relief.
He approached the van from one side, just as the security guard
who's back was turned headed towards the back of the truck.
an instant John was behind him and before he had any chance to cry
out , John's pulse pistol connected with the back of his skull and
he hit the ground unconscious.
down. Three to go.'
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