Dog With Two Bones
I don't own them
Thanks to Neuroscpr
of space could be menacing if you weren't used to it. In this part
of the universe there was not so much as a star to even gaze at.
They were all
gone. Everyone who meant anything to him, and it was his fault.
He wanted it all, Aeryn, his friends and Earth. He had been greedy,
but didn't realize it until he found himself alone in his ship in
this great expansion of space.
and alone, he finally understood what the old woman was trying to
say. She had told him to 'see the truth, confront your fear'. Well
he finally understood, but too late.
As the module
floated aimlessly in space, John checked his instruments. His two
most important resources, oxygen and fuel, were getting dangerously
you know we must do something. We don't have much time." The
clone, Harvey, was intruding into his thoughts.
Harvey! Just go away! You and Scorpy are part of the reason I'm
in this predicament! So just shut up and leave me the hell alone!"
John had made many mistakes in his life and Harvey was one of them.
John had fallen back on the clone in his loneliness. He had allowed
him to become a part of him. It was easier than fighting off the
emptiness he felt in Aeryn's absence. Harvey had served a purpose
for a time, but John didn't make him go away when he should have.
you can't mean that. We are in this together. If you die, I die.
I'm not ready!"
John knew it
was time. He knew he had to stand on his own now without the clone.
"Can it, Harvey. I'm putting you in the dumpster for good!
I'm taking back control!" Part of John still wanted to hold
on to him, but he knew he would always be there. He was just putting
him aside for as long as his subconscious would allow it.
Sorry Harv, I should've done it sooner. Never should have let you
stay after the chip was gone." John felt empty. Now he had
no one to talk to. It really didn't matter, he wouldn't be around
much longer if his instrument readings were correct, but at least
he would die without voices in his head.
He was getting
lightheaded now, as the lack of oxygen was starting to play into
his thoughts. 'Confront my fears.' Yeah-old woman, thanks for the
help just a little too late.
fear happened. Aeryn left me again, perhaps for the last time. Fate
was going to play a joke on the both of them this time. They would
never meet again as John Crichton was going to die in the ship that
had brought them together. 'How's that for fate!' John was giggling
to himself now.
Frell fate!" He was surprised that he could still feel anger,
numb as he felt.
Aeryn, I guess you knew something I didn't. You don't have to face
your fear now. I'm definitely not gonna die in your arms, just alone.
At least he had you there with him when he died." The emptiness
hurt now, as his lungs were laboring for air.
of the other one as he chuckled slightly. 'At least you got to love
her, my man. I hear you did it well.' John grimaced, wishing for
just one more touch of her soft skin, one more look at her beauty
before the blackness took him for good.
He opened the
flight recorder, knowing his time was near the end.
Things are a little tense right now. Don't think I'm gonna make
it. My oxygen and fuel are almost out, but I want you to know what
happened to Moya. She was swallowed by a damn wormhole. Do you believe
it, a frelling wormhole! Go figure!"
recording as he lost his concentration. Reforming his thoughts he
attempted to continue, " Sorry, Aeryn. I'm not thinking too
clearly now." He stopped the recorder again, the pain of his
loss overwhelming him. Death was knocking on his door and there
was so much he regretted, so much he had to say. He knew he would
never be able to get all of what he wanted to say on the recorder.
'Keep it simple.'
got to find Moya, Aeryn. She's lost and you're the only one left
who can help her now. We owe her that."
John felt himself
fighting for air at his last sentence. There was only one more thing
he had to say to her.
He took a deep
breath, trying to fill his lungs with air.
isn't going to see it our way this time. Sorry I ever said that.
Just want you to know, I understand, and I love you."
he spoke was getting more and more difficult. He wasn't finished
as he fought to get the last words out before he couldn't breathe
anymore. His voice labored, sucking the last bit of breath in he
said, " I love you beyond ...hope."
last words, he gave into the darkness that beckoned him.
found release, flying her ship. The tension she felt on Moya finally
leaving her. But she still carried him with her in her heart, in
spite of herself.
Why did you have to try and stop me? Don't you realize the pain
I've been in since I lost him?'
his last touch, so familiar. His words, "do you love John Crichton?"
The tears were cascading down her face now.
this never end?" She shouted as her heart ached for the man
she loved. She was so confused. A part of her wanted to accept him,
but she fought it.
She will never
forget all the hurt she had inflicted on him. She could see it in
his eyes every time she looked at him.
'He had nothing
but patience for me and I couldn't even acknowledge him. But he
still loves me. How can anyone be so forgiving?'
All these thoughts
came crashing in on her at one time. "Just stop it Aeryn. Do
what you know you must! No emotions!"
But she had
become more, as he told her so many cycles ago. She knew she could
never ignore her emotions again. She was not a peacekeeper anymore.
She had evolved into a whole person, thanks to John Crichton.
She sat back
in her ship and relaxed, thinking over the dilemma, finally coming
to terms with whom she really was. 'You never deserted me. You
always stood by my side no matter what the condition. I at least
owe you that much Crichton.'
herself at the last word of her thought. 'Crichton.' She didn't
even realize that she had never used his first name until that moment.
in that instant how much she had torn this man down. How empty he
had to feel.
the explanation of the twining. Both of them were the same, same
thoughts, same DNA. The only thing that separated them now were
their own unique experiences; and the fact one of them had died.
have I done to you?" Aeryn made her decision. This man truly
cared for her as the other one had. How could she not have seen
that, as she turned her ship around.
her coordinates, confused by the lack of Moya's presence. 'Where
did Moya go?'
her immediate area. The scanner picked up a single ship, just floating.
Aeryn headed for the coordinates and saw the module floating dead
There was no
doubt it was John. 'What the frell happened?' She thought as she
approached the module.
the communication link between the ships, but received no response
from the farscape module. "Frell John, answer me! John!"
She only heard
silence on the other end, as panic was setting in. "No John
you can't leave me! I won't let you!"
As she maneuvered
closer to the pod she could see him, his helmet against the window.
She felt her heart sink, realizing he was unconscious if not dead.
The tears were starting to well up. "Frell. I've come back
for you and you want to die on me. I really can't take that again
out of her seat to put on her suit. She was going to save him whether
he wanted her to or not. He was not going to die this way!
the two ships together before she ventured into the open space.
The hatch on the module was resistant at first. It seemed frozen,
but Aeryn eventually got it open.
ship, she saw John's state, completely unconscious. Aeryn checked
the oxygen levels on the console and saw they had been exhausted
several microts ago. She knew she had little time to revive him.
out of the pilot seat, she looked at the flight recorder and grabbed
it. She knew he liked to talk and the recorder might fill in the
gaps for her. Aeryn held onto him tightly as she transferred him
to her ship.
his helmet off quickly checking for a pulse. Aeryn gasped when she
couldn't find one. She quickly proceeded to massage his heart and
breathe for him as he had once shown her, taking note of the deathly
pallor that had washed over his skin.
get no reaction from him. Frustration set in as she started pounding
on his chest vigorously. "You're not going to do this to me
John! I came back and you are going to live!"
back on her knees and felt the tears well up. Aeryn didn't know
what else to do. Perhaps she was too late.
What a coward
she was. She hadn't wanted another one to die in her arms, so she
had let him die alone with no one to comfort him.
Aeryn had put
herself first, never thinking for once what was best for this John.
Death was painful enough, but to encounter it alone must have...
She couldn't think about it anymore.
down at the prone figure searching inside herself for strength.
Aeryn would not be defeated, as she leaned over and tried breathing
for him again.
John," she whispered before her mouth met his. She breathed
her air into his lungs hoping her second try would be successful.
She had no idea how long he had been this way. She proceeded to
massage his heart again, suddenly seeing a little color appear on
The sound of
him gasping for air and coughing were music to her ears as she silently
thanked the gods she wasn't too late. She saw John struggle to his
side as she helped him turn.
breaths he had been taking seemed to become deeper and more regular
on his side. Aeryn hesitated to touch him, but finally let her emotions
consume her as she cradled him in her arms, rocking him gently.
the gods your back, John. I thought I had lost you."
John was sure
his mind was still playing tricks on him again, but his head and
ribs hurt. All he wanted to do was sleep now. Logic was not part
of his brain function.
him pull away. He curled into a ball and fell into a deep sleep.
She left him alone realizing whatever he had been through had been
traumatic for him. He needed the sleep. She would just bide her
time until he awakened. She had no way of knowing how this would
affect him mentally and physically.
he was stable, Aeryn rose to her feet, reaching for the flight recorder.
She clutched the device, settling herself into her seat.
the recorder with both hands against her chest, debating. Glancing
back at John, she turned and stared ahead. Her finger slowly moved
over the recorder. As she felt for the button, she hesitated for
a microt. Taking a deep breath, she turned it on.
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