Copyright disclaimer: This story is full of so many clichés
I will probably be sued by everybody.
How am I going to get through to that woman? I've saved
her life, blasted Peacekeepers, fought aliens till I turned
blue in the face and she still barely gives me a second look.
If there was just some way to connect....wait. No, stop it-don't
even think of it. What's the matter with you, old guy? Can't
come up with an original pickup line anymore? Besides, it's
so over done, it is just a big cliché - she'd laugh
at me. Wait...wait...wait...wait...how can it be a cliché...
here? We're in the uncharted territories-nobody has seen it
here, but me! No, don't do it, there is no way she'd go for
it-it is so un-Peacekeeper. What the hell, buddy, no guts-no
door to the terrace swung open and John confidently walked
through. He walked toward Aeryn, who was standing alone gazing
at the blackness of space. "Hey, remember me? Didn't we meet
at a party a few years back?" John asked. "You already tried
that one, Crichton," Aeryn coolly replied-still facing forward.
"Right, how about this?" John asked as he walked up behind
the former Peacekeeper. Aeryn turned around not quite sure
what this strange human had in mind, "Really John, I need
to..." John placed his finger over Aeryn's lip and made a
"shhh" sound. "I've wanted to show you something and I think
you're going to like it. Turn around," John made a twirling
gesture with his finger. Aeryn was more puzzled than annoyed
by John's actions. She certainly wouldn't let just anyone
"shhh" her, much less put his finger on her lip, but she went
along with his plans-for now. "Go ahead, turn around," John
both stood facing forward. "Put your foot on that platform
and close your eyes," John stated, pointing down at the base
of a control panel. "John, I will not continue with this nonsense..."
Aeryn protested. "Do you trust me?" John asked. "John...yes,
I trust you," Aeryn replied as she closed her eyes and grudgingly
stepped onto the platform. John stood directly behind her,
his chest against her back. "OK, keep your eyes closed, and
don't open them till I say so." "John, I've seen the stars
before..." "Never like this, I promise."
John placed his arms along side Aeryn's and gently grasped
her hands. Slowly lifting Aeryn's arms away from her side
John's heart began to race. He couldn't believe Aeryn, Miss
tough PK of the universe, was letting him do this. Aeryn,
meanwhile, was beginning to wonder what kind of ritual she
had gotten herself into. One thing is for sure, it definitely
wasn't Peacekeeper. John whispered into Aeryn's ear, "Remember
when I said you could be so much more?" Chills shot down Aeryn's
back at hearing the soft words, but she didn't reply. "OK,
open your eyes," John gently instructed.
opened her eyes, saw nothing but stars and was stunned by
their beauty. She had seen a million stars a thousand times
before, but never really noticed they were there. "Your prowler
doesn't do them justice, does it?" John whispered. "The stars
do look beautiful John. They look so different when viewed
from here," Aeryn replied, with a sense of awe in her voice.
It felt as if she was flying though the stars on her own-no
ship to hide their glory. She was amazed that John could have
known of such a sight. Aeryn, now completely taken by the
moment, turned her face toward John. "Everything looks different
from here," she added, locking her pupils-like lasers-into
John's eyes. She lowered John's arms and pulled them around
John knew what came next and Aeryn followed along like she
had already read the script. The distance between these two
people -so vast at times- evaporated as each closed their
eyes in anticipation. Their lips touched and the barrier between
them was cast away like star dust on the solar wind. There
would be no disappointment this time, no intrusion by D'Argo
or anyone else. On this day-at this moment-the only two people
who existed in the universe were standing on Moya's terrace.
The stars were the only to bear witness and they were silent
in their satisfaction.