A Farscape Fan fiction by "Surebrec"
This story takes place between "...Different Destinations" and "Eat
Disclaimer: Farscape and all related characters and elements are
trademarks of the Jim Henson Company. In other words, I'm not profiting
Spoilers: Suns and Lovers
Special thanks to Fianna-Garou from #farscape on irc.scifi.com
John Crichton arrived on Moya in a transport pod, returning from
the commerce planet Geneka over which Moya orbited. Recent damages
from Neeyala's Pathfinder vessel had damaged Moya quite a bit, and
still needed various repairs. He had acquired all the necessary
supplies to make most of the repairs needed on Moya at the large
marketplace, and were conveniently packaged in six cargo crates.
Chiana sauntered into the docking bay as Crichton was pulling the
first crate off.
"Hey, Crichton. Need any help? I'm bored out of my frellin' mind."
"Yeah, go ahead. There's five more crates onboard."
Chiana entered the pod and came back out shortly with a crate in
her hands. As she set it down, she stopped for a moment, and looked
"So, Crichton," she hesitated for a microt, "how are things with
you and Aeryn?" she asked, finishing with a quick smile.
"Oh, you know, it's goin' fine-- but slowly," he said, rolling his
"Ya know, I got this potion-type thing a while ago, when me and
D'Argo were shacking up," Chiana said, and pulled a small vial,
filled with orange liquid from her small pocket and held it up.
Crichton stopped and took a look at it. "I just recently found it
in my quarters. What it does is gives off extra pheromones-- attracts
females-- at least that's what the old traj said that sold it to
me. I was gonna use it for me and D'Argo, but that didn't quite
happen," she said with a quick smile.
"Your point?" Crichton asked absently.
"Well, I was thinking you could maybe use it for you and Aeryn.
I've seen the way you look at each other, you guys are long overdue.
I don't know, I thought you'd like it since I don't think I'll be
using it anytime in the near future," she said, and twitched her
head. Crichton held out his hand, his gaze unwavering from Chiana.
She placed it in his hand with a slight giggle. John pocketed it.
"Sounds kinda like Viagra. Yeah, well they say sex is the best thing
to relieve stress," John said with a wry tone. Chiana's eyes narrowed,
and she disregarded the comment as another one of John's confusing
"Anyways, help me finish moving these crates, Chi," he said as he
turned his back and went back into the pod. Chiana followed.
Chiana and Crichton finished moving the crates out into the docking
bay. Crichton wiped the sweat from his brow just as D'Argo walked
into the bay.
"Are these the supplies Moya needs for repairs?" D'Argo asked, looking
over the crates.
"Yeah. We gotta get 'em all down to various spots in the neural
cluster, since that's where most of the repairs are. You'll see
them," Crichton said.
D'Argo nodded in acknowledgement. "I'll start moving them down,"
D'Argo said, and with that, he picked up a crate as if it weren't
heavy at all, and walked away.
"I'll catch up later, D!" Crichton called. D'Argo didn't answer
as he exited the room and turned the corner. Crichton stared into
the space D'Argo occupied mere microts ago as Chiana walked up behind
"So, Crichton, you should drink that stuff now," she said over his
"Why now, Pip?"
"Well, you never know how long it could take for it to take effect.
Might as well have it working when you run into Aeryn."
John considered. Aeryn could be anywhere about the ship. If it takes
effect quickly, the experience might be too rushed. However, if
it takes a while to work, then things could move a bit slower, and
he might get the result he wanted. This potion could essentially
get his relationship moving again. He pulled out the vial and drank
the entire thing. It was actually quite sweet.
Crichton stood, staring off into space with a stern look, waiting
for something to signify that it had taken effect. Chiana came around
John and looked at him, as if searching for something in his eyes.
John glanced at Chiana dubiously. Chiana moved her nose closer to
John, and took a quick sniff. John frowned, wondering what the little
grey girl was up to. Chiana stepped back from John and shook her
head. She then turned her gaze back to John's eyes with a querying
"Nothing," John said. Chiana smirked.
"Well, it's supposed to give off a certain scent which is supposedly
irresistable. Hey, let me know how things turn out between you and
Aeryn," Chiana said with a smile.
"Oh, yeah, Pip, you deserve to know everything about my life,"
John said sarcastically.
Chiana giggled, and walked away. John stood in the silence. After
a few microts of thinking, John spoke into his comm.
"Aeryn, where are you?"
"I'm in the galley, why?" her disembodied voice came over
"I wanna talk to you about us. Can I meet you there?"
"Fine," she said after a pause.
John walked down one of the halls towards the galley, which was
still far off. Nervousness had come over him. His heart hammered
away in his chest. He felt slightly guilty for using such a concoction
to entice Aeryn, when the feelings could just come naturally, but
he figured he'd give it a try anyways. He could break down a few
barriers, perhaps move the relationship to the next level, get things
moving again. The potion was guaranteed to enhance the experience,
John also figured now was the best time. The sexual tension was
getting to him. His relationship with Aeryn had built up for so
long. They had come close to sex before, but it just didn't happen
right. Now that she had finally shown an interest, despite the backing
off at the commerce station, another chance was well in order. He
also figured it was a good time since things were a bit stressful
lately, with Zhaan dying, and the blast-to-the-past memorial site.
So far, so good with the meeting-up plan. Excitement was in the
air, for he could smell it.
John finished climbing the ladder and was now walking towards the
galley. He was now quite close to the galley; he imagined he could
almost smell her. Suddenly, Stark came around the corner in the
corridor, his eyes pacing back and forth as if looking for something
he had lost in the corridor.
"Hey, Stark," John said and waved carelessly.
"Hello, Crichton," he said, not taking his gaze off the floor. As
they passed, and the distance between each other began to increased,
Stark stopped, sniffed quickly and quietly, and looked up. "Crichton,
John stopped and turned. "Yeah?"
"There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about for a
while, Crichton," Stark said, and turned towards John. Stark inched
towards John with small steps, his fingers twitching as they usually
did. John managed a quick frown.
"Look, Stark, I kinda got an appointment, so could you make it snappy?"
John said, his lips pursed and his hands on his hips. John noticed
Stark's eye darting all over his face, and John managed a frown.
"Did you ever want to see how things were on my side, John?" Stark
said with a quick smile. Stark was mere inches away from John now,
who refused to flinch at whatever kind of game Stark was playing
"Stark, what are you going on about?"
"Well, I've just now realized that I'm attracted to you. You know,
your eyes are quite blue, much like Zhaan's eyes," he crooned, rolling
his eyes back in bliss at the mention of her.
Crichton raised an eyebrow in confusion. Stark slowly moved his
hand up to Crichton's cheek and began to stroke it gently. Crichton
became uncomfortable and backed away, putting up his hands in an
attempt to ward Stark off.
"Um, yeah, Stark, I'll get back to you on that later-- much later,"
Crichton said, stumbling backwards a few paces, then immediately
turned and continued his journey down the hallway, this time in
a nervous jog. Crichton shook his head as he jogged away, simply
disregarding the whole event. Stark had said, and done, weird things
in the past; that last act was just another to be added to the list.
As Crichton walked the final minutes to the galley, memories were
coming back to him of his relationship with Aeryn. It started out
with the near-death situation in the transport pod while caught
in the Flax, and slowly-- with numerous bumps scattered about--
progressed into what it was now. John always figured it must've
been her Peacekeeper training that got in the way of her feelings.
Well, or she could just be naturally defensive and skeptical about
expressing her feelings. Either explanation would work. But regardless,
he liked it.
Suddenly, Aeryn's voice came over John's comm. "John, a power
conduit has ruptured on Tier Two. I'm already on my way there, so
we're going to have to have our conversation some other time."
John stopped abruptly, threw up his hands in frustration, and let
out a moan of disappointment. Things always seemed to happen so
quickly and get in the middle of plans. But Crichton was used to
it by now. It was a natural occurance for things to go wrong or
"Alright, that's fine," John said into his comm, quite annoyed.
John stood, staring at one of Moya's bulkheads. And all he wanted
was to talk to her. He shrugged his annoyance off the best he could,
and remembered that Moya needed repairs.
Might as well get that done, he thought, and walked off towards
the neural cluster where the repairs were needed.
Luckily, on the way to the neural cluster was the Center Chamber,
so Crichton decided to stop by there. As he rounded the corner and
entered through the door, which was already open, he noticed Rygel,
as usual, eating. His platter was piled with a various assortment
of food cubes, marjools, drenkas, and a large piece of some sort
of meat. Almost a meal fit for a Dominar, if it weren't for the
bland food cubes.
"Hey, Sparky, how's it hangin'," Crichton said as he sat at the
table. Rygel stopped stuffing his face for a microt to get out a
"Just fine, Crichton," he replied with a frown, very slightly annoyed
that he was interrupted. Crichton reached over and grabbed a food
cube off of Rygel's platter, which immediately resulted in Rygel
shooting Crichton a glare. Crichton munched away, staring out one
of the portal's at the stars beyond. Rygel suddenly took a deep
whiff of the air, and chuckled.
"Something funny, Sparky?" Crichton said and turned back to Rygel.
Crichton noticed a wide grin on the Hynerian's face, which seemed
a bit out of place. Rygel didn't usually smile unless he was eating,
or getting what he wanted.
"Ehm, Crichton, you've never touched my earbrows before," Rygel
"Yeah... your point, Buckwheat?," Crichton asked as he grabbed another
food cube from Rygel's plate. This time, Rygel didn't glare. He
continued to smile. Crichton swallowed the food cube and continued
to wonder what Rygel was talking about.
"Would you like to?" Rygel asked, and pushed aside his plate. Crichton's
"No, that's OK, Ryg, I've got things to do, and that... just doesn't
interest me," he said after a pause, and began to get up, but Rygel
"You seem very skillful with your hands, you could most likely stimulate
extreme sexual pleasure" Rygel said with a wide grin and a glance
at Crichton's hands, and stood up on the table. Crichton didn't
move. Rygel began slowly hobbling over towards Crichton. Naturally,
Crichton backed away in case the Hynerian might try anything so
"I insist, Crichton. Most mating rituals involve some stroking of
the earbrows," he said, slightly fingering the whispy hairs of his
brow. John quickly stood up, a nervous smile quickly overcoming
his almost blank expression. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Sparky!
I dunno what you've been smokin', and I probably don't wanna know,
but you, little buddy, should get yer mind outta the gutter," Crichton
said, and paused for a microt, glancing around the room. "Something
is very wrong with everyone today," Crichton said softly to himself
with a look of confusion. Crichton spun on his heels and walked
away, shaking his head, wondering what the hell was wrong with everyone.
Rygel gazed at Crichton as he rounded the corner, and groaned in
As Crichton walked down the corridor, he was wondering how D'Argo
was handling repairs so far. He wasn't quite sure of the specifics
of it all, just the general information. Crichton took a right at
the cross section, and commed Pilot.
"Pilot, can I get a status report on the repairs in the Neural Cluster?"
Crichton asked Pilot as he walked.
"Various power coils on Tiers Six and Seven of the Neural Cluster
are damaged, some amnexus fluid valves on Tier Three are ruptured,
some synaptic processor crystals need to be replaced. D'Argo has
already fixed one of the damaged radiation filters on Tier Six,
and requires assistance working on the second filter located on
"Right, and how is Aeryn doing?" John asked hopefully.
"Officer Sun is still working on the power conduit on Tier Two."
John cursed silently. Aeryn never liked to be interrupted while
working on something, so he decided to wait until she was done with
fixing the power conduit. He also decided to stay away from Rygel
and Stark at all costs, since they were acting a bit odd as of late.
John walked down a few more corridors, a few more cross sections,
and went down the ladder to Tier Six, and decided to look for D'Argo.
Crichton finally found D'Argo in the Neural Cluster on Tier Five,
still working on the second damaged radiation filter. The circular
central area of the Neural Cluster was between John and D'Argo.
D'Argo stood up and turned. John noticed he was wearing an environmental
mask, which effectively blocked out intense lights. He pulled it
off, then leaned on one of the pillars in the middle.
"Grab the mag-stet over there," D'Argo said, pointing at a small
tool on the ground beside him. "I could've used your help a while
ago. This filter is slowly leaking vespin vapor which can be harmful
after extensive exposure."
"Right, got it, big guy," John said. D'Argo pulled his mask down
and continued working on the filter. He almost started towards where
D'Argo was working when he realized the odd behavior of Stark and
Rygel earlier. He was skeptical about getting near D'Argo, considering
how skillful he was with his nose, but decided to give it a shot
anyway, to see how things pan out. John slowly walked over to where
D'Argo was hunched and grabbed the tool D'Argo had pointed to.
"It's gonna be a day filled with fun, D'Argo, with all the repairs
Moya needs. I tell ya, that Neeyala certainly did some damage,"
John said, and patted one of Moya's bulkheads.
John was just about to begin work when D'Argo took a sniff of the
air, and took his mask off, placing it on the floor. John froze.
The telltale sign of the day that people were going to start acting
weird. John glanced at D'Argo quickly, noticing D'Argo was staring
at John out of the corner of his eye.
"D'Argo, buddy, something up?" Crichton asked nervously, trying
to hide his fear. D'Argo's shot John a wry smile.
"John, we've been friends for quite a while. We've been through
a lot, and I was wondering if I could speak to you about our relationship,"
D'Argo purred calmly, his voice tranquil. Crichton knew something
was amiss here. D'Argo never spoke in such a way. In fact, most
of what he said was in the form of a bark.
Crichton put his hand over his eyes, and mumbled, "Oh, God, no,
not you too..."
D'Argo's purr quickly became a growl, "Oh, yes."
Crichton quickly shot up and dropped the mag-stet and ran to the
other side of the center, so that there was something in between
him and D'Argo. D'Argo stayed where he was.
"Oh, come on, I just want to talk to you, John!" D'Argo sighed,
annoyed, and threw his hands into the air. D'Argo slowly began inching
his way towards John. "You know, being couped up on the ship with
you for so long, I've always longed for you to rub my tenkas. Haven't
you ever thought about it?"
"No, D'Argo, I really haven't, because I'm not that frelled in the
head! Try and rethink this, man! You like females, not me!" Crichton
yelled, trying to convince D'Argo of what was real.
"You know, there's this Luxan bonding ritual I wanted to perform
you," D'Argo said with a smile.
"A... what?" Crichton asked skeptically.
D'Argo continued almost as if Crichton hadn't asked his question.
"I'll need some lutra oil, which shouldn't be too hard to find."
"And I'll also need my Qualta Blade."
"Oh, God, I don't wanna know what that's used for," he asked in
a weak, dismayed voice. "We don't need Chiana, do we?"
"Oh, come on, no need to ruin the mood, Crichton... John."
"Good God, man, I gotta get the hell outta here before I lose a
body part, or somethin'!"
Suddenly, Crichton remembered what Chiana had said about the potion
she gave him.
"Frell, why didn't I think of that before!" Crichton cursed himself,
slapping his forehead. He looked up, noticing D'Argo still staring
Crichton down. "Listen, D'Argo! Chiana gave me this love potion
that acts as an aphrodisiac. She said it attracts females, but apparently,
it does more than that," Crichton said, ending with a slight chuckle.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Crichton. These are real
feelings; I've felt them for a long time. I just could never express
them until now."
Crichton, wide-eyed and flustered now, picked up a tool by his foot
and hastily threw it at D'Argo. D'Argo was obviously unready for
the projectile, as it hit him in the head. D'Argo's hand shot to
his head to caress the wound. John took advantage of the moment
and began to run out the large doorway behind him. D'Argo immediately
noticed and shot his long tounge out at Crichton, which barely missed
him. Both Crichton and D'Argo mumbled a curse.
"Crichton! Please! Try and put this in perspective!" D'Argo yelled
in annoyance, rolling his eyes, and began after him.
Crichton ran down numerous hallways, climbed ladders as quickly
as he could, but didn't quite know where he was going. He just wanted
to get away from D'Argo. Apparently, the potion he had taken was
faulty, and had affected everyone instead of just the opposite sex.
He cursed himself for being so hasty in taking it and in failing
to realize that there were other people aboard who could get in
the way of him and Aeryn, obviously in more ways than one.
That'll teach me to take things Chiana gives me, Crichton
He assumed he was on Tier Twelve by the look of things, which would
mean that Command was nearby. John headed down a few hallways and
arrived at the door to Command, waving his hand over the door control
without thought. The door swivelled open with a slight whirring
sound, through which John entered.
At one of the tables in the room were Chiana and Jool, apparently
bickering about something, as they usually were. The forward portal
showed a rather bland view of the stars, with nothing of interest
to look at. Crichton really didn't want to get into whatever the
girls were fighting about, and paid no attention to it. He tried
not to look too obvious that he was annoyed at Chiana, and went
over to one of the control panels.
After a few seconds, John broke into the girls' arguement, "Hey,
Pip, come over here a microt."
Jool's and Chiana's arguement quickly ended and they both looked
over to Crichton, a bit surprised they hadn't noticed him come in.
Chiana stood up and slowly sauntered over to John apprehensively.
"Something wrong, Crichton? Hey, how's my love juice working?" she
asked with a small giggle.
"Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about," John said
firmly, almost glaring at Chiana as she stood on the other side
of the control panel now. "You see, Miss Kinky, your potion not
only attracts females... it attracts every frelling person on this
ship!" John yelled. Chiana's usual smirk fell.
"Yeah, well, the old traj that sold it to me must've lied. Hey,
not my fault," she said. Slowly, she leaned over the control panel
so that she was looking up at John. A wide, sly grin came over her
face. John knew that look. "But, ya know Old Man, it seems to be
workin' just fine for me," she cooed. John rolled his eyes, already
knowing what was coming. John began to walk away to another control
panel, but Chiana was quicker. She ran to intercept him, leaping
up at him, wrapping her legs around his waist and placing her arms
behind his head. John let out a breath of air as he was unexpected
"I definitely can't dismiss this behavior as different, coming from
you, Chiana," John said, a little skittish over the current situation.
Chiana giggled and cocked her head about. "However, as much as I'd
like to... ya know, with you, I really can't," he added.
"Oh, c'mon. I remember the way you looked at me while on top of
me in that dark cargo bay the first day I came aboard. You had lustful
eyes, Old Man," she whispered into his ear sensually. "You want
John glanced over at Jool, who was just sitting, staring at the
two of them with eyebrows raised. Jool didn't look at all motivated
to help in anyway, and assumed it was just another day aboard Moya.
John looked back into Chiana's eyes.
"Look, Chiana, before you go too far with this, do you perhaps have
anything that can null the effects of your love potion?" John asked
with a small ounce of strain, trying to support her weight.
"Now, why would you want to do that? I'm actually proud of myself
that I found something so useful," she said, bringing a hand around
and caressing John's cheek. "This is actually kind of fun for a
boring day on Moya."
"Hey, is it hot in here?" Jool asked, knowing no one would answer
her. She stood up and walked over to a control panel. John took
his attention off of the voluptuous Chiana and looked at Jool. She
manipulated a few of the controls, when a faint whining noise came
from the panel, it's pitch lowering as it prolonged, until it faded
after a few microts.
Chiana continued running her hands over John's face, who was unfazed
so far by Chiana.
"Jool, what did you just do?" Crichton asked curiously.
"I lowered the temperature in the room," Jool replied nonchalantly.
Pilot's image abruptly came onto the clamshell.
"Commander, Jool has diverted over half of Moya's power to her propulsion
system. While we are not moving, it has inadvertently overloaded
two of the power conduits in the ion backwash chamber. I've already
reported this to Officer Sun, who is on her way as we speak."
John sighed, a bit irritated at all that had gone wrong, or kinky,
so far today. John swivelled in place, the clinging Chiana creating
a bit of momentum, and looked over at the control panel he was standing
by to see if he could do anything.
"Pilot," he said to the clamshell, "isn't there anything you can
"I have already returned the power to optimal in all sectors. However,
the overloaded power conduits I told you about could cause extensive
damage if not attended to."
"It just keeps gettin' better and better," John said to himself
and smirked. Chiana, still clinging to Crichton, took one of her
hands and began putting it down her pants. Crichton noticed this
immediately, and finally decided to end this encounter. "Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa!" Crichton said with an embarrased smile, and pushed
her off of him. She fell off quite easily, landing on the ground
on her ass, her hand still in her pants.
"Crichton, you never like to have fun," she whined, but didn't seem
defeated. Crichton walked away, completely unsympathetic to her
cries, and went to the control panel Jool screwed with. He looked
down at it, immediately realizing what Jool must've touched: the
main power level control. John looked up slowly to Jool, glaring.
"What?" she asked, as if it wasn't her fault at all.
"Environmental controls are over there!" Crichton spouted, frustrated,
jabbing a finger at a control panel on the other side of the room,
implying that Jool knew nothing about how to work a ship. Jool slowly
smiled, completely disregarding Crichton's outburst at her, and
inched towards him.
"Ah, damn, this day is too weird," Crichton lamented, rubbing his
"I may not know you very well, Crichton," Jool started, a seductive
intent in her voice, "but since our two species are supposedly related,
maybe, in the name of science, we could... experiment," she
said, looking John up and down with a heated, yet critical gaze,
and a sly smirk. She swiped her hand over John's chin, gently and
slowly. Crichton wanted to move, but his legs wouldn't budge.
"I guess the head down south defeated the head up north this time,"
John said to himself with a weak chuckle. At the same instant, Chiana
came up behind Jool at an incredible speed, grabbed the arm Jool
was using to caress John, and jerked her away from Crichton, resulting
in Jool falling to the floor. Crichton breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey, tralk, I saw him first!" Chiana argued, standing over Jool
who was sitting on the floor. Jool stood up quickly with a look
"You were too slow, plus he didn't want you!"
"Yeah? Well, he wouldn't want you anyways! He'd frell me in an instant
if he were in the right mood," Chiana sneered. She turned to walk
away to Crichton, but she was stopped when Jool's hand grasped Chiana's
arm and pulled her back.
Crichton, noticing the two were back to arguing, decided it was
a good time to leave. Their bickering was rapid and blurred, their
voices working up to a very shrill crescendo. It would keep them
occupied for a few arns, if they decide to come looking for him
like D'Argo did, he'd have a generous headstart. Who knows what
Jool might do, considering she had already tried to kill him once
for murdering her cousin. He quietly stumbled out the doorway without
Chiana or Jool noticing.
As he entered the hallway, Chiana called out to him from Command.
Crichton was wrong. Chiana had noticed. Crichton stopped and turned
as Chiana came running out, stopping a metra from Crichton, then
walked towards him.
"Ya know, Crichton, I meant what I said back there," she cooed gently,
her head cocking slightly. Crichton strained a smile and laughed
nervously. Her gaze was unwavered; her demeanor unabated. Her eyes
darted around quickly, but when they met with Crichton's, they were
locked. Chiana leaned in closer, her hot breath hitting Crichton's
face. She began gyrating her hips, then moved them in closer and
grinded on the bulge in John's pants.
"Ya know, Pip, I never really noticed how dark your eyes are," Crichton
interjected, and forced out a quick snort of laughter, trying to
cool the sexuality of the moment down, but to no avail.
"Shut up, and save the pillow talk, Old Man," she whispered. "I
want you, you most likely want me. The feelings are mutual," she
said with a barely audible giggle, and slightly twitched her head.
Crichton was still, looking deep into her eyes.
"OK, I may have wanted you at one time, but not anymore, trust me,"
Crichton grew tired of Chiana's attempts. As much as he enjoyed
it, it just wasn't right. He wasn't comfortable consenting for such
a thing. He tried to push her away, but she crouched down and began
to uncinch Crichton's pants.
Crichton didn't try to stop her immediately. He rolled his eyes
and looked down. Chiana glanced back up with a giggle. He was getting
a tad bit annoyed, and scared, at everyone being so... sexual.
Crichton reached down and put her head between his two hands, about
to push her away, when Stark flew around the corner, a pulse rifle
in his hands. His eye was full of fire; the grand grin on his face
accentuated it. Crichton couldn't tell if the rifle was pointed
at Chiana or himself, but he knew it was aimed in his general direction,
which presently put him in danger.
"You tralnik!" Stark shouted at Chiana. Chiana didn't even wince
at Stark's comment. "He's mine, do you hear? Mine! Not yours! Mine!
Not yours! Mine! Not yours! Mine! Not yours! I sense Zhaan all around
him!" Stark yelled. John was beginning to back up now. Chiana was
serenely watching Stark inch towards Crichton, still crouched down.
Crichton suddenly spun around and broke into a run, down the hall
and around the corner. Stark fired the pulse rifle, blowing a hole
in the bulkhead Crichton just ran behind. Stark sneered and cursed
himself silently, and turned to Chiana quickly.
"I'll deal with you later, you sleazy tralk!" Stark growled. He
turned back to the direction John ran in, bellowed a battle cry,
and lunged down the hall.
Chiana giggled at Stark's battle cry.
"Sounds like a squealing Hynerian," she mused.
D'Argo quietly lurked through Maintenance Bay Two, his Qualta Blade
drawn, scanning for any sign of John. Nothing stirred, only the
normal sounds of Moya were audible. After finishing his search of
the bay, he went over to the transport hangar controls, and smashed
his fist into them, effectively disabling them, sending sparks raining
to the floor.
Pilot's image came onto the nearby clamshell. "D'Argo? What are
you doing?" Pilot asked, confused.
"Trust me, Pilot," D'Argo growled, and left the maintenance bay
for the next one to disable it's controls. D'Argo did not want Crichton
getting off the ship before D'Argo could speak with him.
Crichton jogged down the one of the hallways on Tier Twelve, wary
of running into the Luxan. At this point, he either had two choices:
to hide, or find Aeryn. He'd rather not meet up with Aeryn, however,
considering the ion backwash chamber was on the other side of the
ship, and he would most likely run into D'Argo if he went in that
direction. John tapped his comm.
"Pilot, can you tell me where D'Argo is?" he asked, hoping the beast
wasn't anywhere near his tier.
"Sensors indicate he is one tier below, one sector away,"
"And Stark?" Crichton asked.
"My sensors indicate Stark is on your tier, two sectors away,"
"Frell," he mumbled. "Thank you, Pilot." D'Argo was not far, neither
was Stark. He turned, and started jogging, hoping he was moving
away from the Luxan and the Banik, and not toward him.
John came to a cross section, ran down a hall, then came to another
cross section, when an idea hit him. He could hide out in the access
shaft system until the effects of the pheromone juice wear off.
He looked to his left, seeing a portal to the access shafts. He
walked over, hit the button, and the hatch slid aside, revealing
Scorpius--Harvey, rather-- sitting in the shaft, smiling.
"You are right, Crichton. The access shaft system of Moya can take
you anywhere you desire. You could hide out for days from the Luxan
or the Banik. And yes, the aphrodisiac concoction will metabolize
in a matter of arns," Harvey said.
John smirked. Harvey always seemed to show up at times when he least
desired, but this instance was an exception. "Yeah, Harvey, you
always seem to know what the hell is going on, but you're no Steven
Hawking," Crichton said. "Hey, you're not gonna hit on me too, are
ya?" he asked rhetorically as he looked down each direction of the
hallway, making sure the Luxan or the Banik weren't anywhere near.
John looked back where Harvey was, but he was gone. John shook his
head, and made his way up into the access shaft.
After climbing for what seemed like forever, he finally found a
spot that suited him. The light was dim; the air somewhat stale.
He sat down, found a comfortable postition, put his hands behind
his head, and tried to sleep.
Harvey's voice cut in just before John nodded off to sleep. "You
know, John, you try too hard with Officer Sun. Attempting to allure
her with a aphrodisiac that emits pheromones?" Harvey scoffed, and
leaned forward. "Are you that desperate?"
"Can it, Harvey, you wanna spend more time in the dumpster?" John
opened his eyes and shot Harvey a menacing glance, who was sitting
beside him, his back to the opposite side of the access shaft. Crichton's
expression quickly changed to a wide smile when he noticed Harvey
wearing a pink mini-skirt and a green tank top. Harvey eased himself
and leaned back to the wall. "I just wanted to get things rolling
again," Crichton said.
Harvey leaned forward again. "The method you employ is irrational!"
"Yeah, well, I'm only male," John said, and sighed. "I guess perhaps
my feelings got the best of my logic. I can't push her like that.
For once, the pale man in the leather bondage suit is right. I'm
surprised, ya know."
Harvey smirked. "I always was the smarter one in your mind."
John chuckled at Harvey's ludicrous comment. "You wish, Harvey,
you wish." Crichton closed his eyes, Harvey no longer whispering
his pompous comments in his ear, and drifted to sleep.
D'Argo stood over a control panel in Command, manipulating various
controls and analyzing the data they put out. His head was throbbing
now that the effects of the pheromones Chricton was secreting had
worn off. Jool and Chiana sat at one of the table's nearby, not
arguing, but in complete silence. They were both clutching their
"So anyways," Chiana said, breaking the silence, "I guess I was
magra-fahrbot for giving Crichton that stuff. Wasn't thinking of
the possibilities at the time," she finished with a smirk which
went unnoticed. D'Argo looked up from the control panel and shot
her a glare.
"Do we have any fret'nar on this ship? My head is killing me," Jool
put in lethargically. D'Argo paid no attention to her complaint.
"Pilot!" D'Argo said into his comm. Pilot's image come onto the
clamshell. "Are you able to locate Crichton?" he asked, looking
up at Pilot's hovering visage.
"Negative. Crichton has managed to stay off my sensors for several
arns. He is still on the ship, however, since no transport pods
have left the hangar. It is likely he is hiding in one of Moya's
blindspots. He is skillful at hiding."
D'Argo sighed, and nodded reluctantly in agreement. He regretted
the fact that he let a simple drug overcome his senses and succumbed
to it's effects. The fact that Chiana had even offered the drug
to Crichton annoyed D'Argo, but it was forgivable. If he could find
Crichton, he could explain that the effects have worn off already.
Chiana explained the whole thing to D'Argo earlier. D'Argo nearly
got angry at her for what she had caused him, but surpressed his
rage. He was also disappointed that she interfered with Crichton's
relationship in such a way. For Luxans, it was dishonorable. D'Argo
respected Crichton, and would never get in the way of such a sensitive
bond. He sighed, relieving himself of the tension. He could not
hold a such a grudge against Chiana.
"We don't have any fellip nectar, do we?" Jool asked curiously.
D'Argo glanced at her with a glare; Chiana glanced at her with a
"Always thinking of yourself, eh Princess?" Chiana asked mockingly.
Jool responded with a grimace at Chiana. "Frell, I feel like dren,"
Chiana mumbled, stood, and stumbled out of the room. Chiana had
now regretted giving the potion to John, angry she had not taken
the time to consider possible reprocussions. She had a knack for
doing rash things, anyway.
The maintenance bay was silent, save for the sparks that jumped
to the ground. Aeryn worked silently and peacefully at her Prowler.
There was nothing specific to be fixed, no damage. She was merely
giving it a "tune-up", as Crichton had called it in the past. She
often let her mind wander as she worked. She felt somewhat guilty
for shirking Crichton off so easily. He had often proven to be impatient,
but the emergency situations on Moya had taken first priority, and
her decision was justified.
A thump in the bulkhead above made her stop. She frowned, and looked
up, wondering where the sound originated. A few metras away, a grate
fell from the ceiling and clattered on the floor. Aeryn stood up,
completely alert, her pulse pistol drawn by instinct. Then, someone
fell from the access shaft above and landed with a thud. After a
microt, Aeryn realized it was Crichton.
Aeryn frowned at Crichton's presence as he was unexpected. She lowered
her pulse pistol and reholstered it with a muffled click. Crichton
stood up languidly, rubbing his eyes, and noticed Aeryn standing
"What were you doing in the access shaft?" Aeryn asked curiously.
"I had to spend the night in the access shaft. Everyone was out
to get me in the sack. Hell of a way to wake up, eh?" Crichton said
with a smile, and blushed slightly. Aeryn frowned at Crichton's
"Aeryn, I was gonna talk to you about--" Crichton began, but was
cut off by Aeryn.
"Yes, I needed to talk to you too," she said firmly, unashamed she
had interrupted him.
"Well, actually, I was gonna say, 'Forget about it, it was nothing',
but OK," John said passively.
"We may have made an agreement to... back off... at the commerce
station, but that doesn't mean we can't be... close. I mean," she
hesitated for a moment, rubbing her brow, "it's just intercourse.
We can still be close, and we can still have... a relationship even
with getting too... intimate," she said, using hand gestures to
emphasize her point. "Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"
"I'd like for us to... continue with our relationship without expectations
of what we could be doing to relieve... tension... getting in the
John stood there, his gaze unwavering. He nodded in understanding,
with a slight grin. "Got it, it's cool." He turned, about to leave,
when Aeryn stopped him.
"John, wait," she said. John turned back around. She was beginning
to move towards him, slowly. Silently and gently, she leaned in
towards him, closing her eyes. John closes his as well. Very softly,
Aeryn kissed John. After a few microts, she leaned back, with a
smile. John was smiling too.
"John," she whispered. "You smell good. You smell.. different..
today," she trailed off. John smirked, turned, and left the bay
with a goofy grin.