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Moment 1 – DNA MAD SCIENTIST (the cutting off of the arm)
Premise: I was really enjoying this show, I mean what was not to enjoy? A hot male lead, a hot female lead, hot chemistry between the hot male and the hot female lead (did I mention they are hot?), wonderful animatronic characters, beautiful make up and costumes, nice adventures, beautiful CGI, a living ship (my love affair with Moya is a very private matter, all I will say is that it was at first sight and will never end) with symbiotic Pilot and then…BANG!
DNA Mad Scientist comes along and I am sitting up in my chair absolutely appalled, dismayed, disgusted ! They cut Pilot’s arm off – how could they do that to such a gentle, defenceless being???!!!??? When my outrage calmed down a little, I started thinking (highly unusual for me) – what if I had been in their shoes? What if had been imprisoned and tortured for cycles, away from my home and my people – would I not be prepared to do the same? Of course I would like to think not, but am I really that noble? It’s easy for John and Aeryn to pass judgement, they have nothing to lose and neither do I here in my big, fat, comfy armchair…that’s it I was hooked! These aliens are not heroes, they are not perfectly good or perfectly bad, they are selfish, they are grieving, they are cruel, they are homesick, they are HUMAN! D’Argo’s guilt at the very end where he plays his instrument for Pilot, it may appear hypocritical but wouldn’t we feel the same?
The shippy bits of John and Aeryn of course were also (as always) very cute and very much appreciated (how cute is John when he gives her the plate with the smiley food cubes? You just want to put him in your pocket and take him home! And how funny is Aeryn when she says “me on a planet with six billion of you?! LOL…by the way does anybody know where that planet is because my bags are packed!) …but I digress...those two have that effect on me… the other part that fascinated me and made me see this show as something apart from the others I had seen that far was the amazing visual effects – I just loved the holo star systems created by Nam Tar – fantastic!
This truly was the start of my love for the show, which only increased episode by episode (with a few notable exceptions!)
Moment 2 - A Human Reaction – The Kiss (J/A shippiness alert!)
Okay, I am not very original, I admit it, I thought long and hard about this but really this episode and that moment in particular had to feature in this list. I was actually tempted to list the entire episode as my moment however I decided to try to narrow things down a little where possible, so I chose the kiss. Why? Well if you are asking you must be blind! I mean, that is absolutely, no shadow of a doubt , the most sensual, romantic, mind frelling hot build up to a kiss I have ever seen on any screen (and sadly in real life too! :() EVER!
The whole scene – starting with Aeryn sitting on the bed and John standing at the window - is written and played beautifully. Their conversation, his snappiness, his apology, her sweet and slightly ironic acknowledgement of it, her admission of the beauty of Earth, his slow sitting down beside her, bare shoulders brushing, the way he asks her had she been afraid to come with him, her hesitation and honest answer, the closing of his eyes when she says yes and the reopening of them at her statement that she will not be recaptured alive, the tilting of his head sideways and the turning of his torso towards her and finally, the leaning first of his forehead on her shoulder and then of his lips, the gentle probing invasion of her space, her slight pulling back at first followed by capitulation….SIGHS…honestly those two are hot and that kiss, even though we only see a gentle pressing of the lips and nothing more IS HANDS DOWN THE BEST BUILD UP TO A KISS I HAVE EVER SEEN – I dare you to show me a better one!
The entire episode was first class television (with maybe the exception of the skinny, rabbity looking alien :))
…and just to lower the level of the conversation, has anybody ever seen a man look better in a wife-beater? Even the bruise he sports on his right shoulder in this scene actually looks sexy!
Moments that could have easily made the top two at any other given microt:
The terrace scene at the end of Exodus from Genesis – stunning visuals and demonstration, if any was needed even this early on, of the amazing rapport these two bring to the screen.
The last scene in the Flax – John walking away and turning around to look back at her as she does exactly the same – that moment I knew that I would love these two forever and that in the hotness and chemistry department they had no competitors whatsoever
The “This is the Radiant Aeryn Sun” moment in The Hidden Memory…sorry John but at this point your goose is cooked, this woman IS the one and we know it, you know it…well she hasn’t admitted it to herself yet but, yes, she knows it too!
Moment 1 – CRACKERS DON’T MATTER – the entire ep
I just had to go for this one, to me this is just so intrinsically Farscape – it is funny, it is abrasive, it is bitchy, it is witty, it is cruel and did I mention funny? I just love all of it, the entire cast is brilliant in it with no exceptions. So many moments that can be quoted, these are just a couple:
Zhaan enjoying the pulsar light over and over and over again…okay I was about to say something else but I won’t…
Aeryn and Chiana bickering – D’Argo and John intervening – D’Argo defending Chiana and Aeryn defending John (that bit cracks me up)
D’Argo cruelly and violently force feeding crackers to Rygel and then at the end apologising followed by Rygel dignified replied
Pilot snarkiness at John (I'm only judging on my experience with you - but I've never seen such a deficient species) and John’s reply “watch football” when asked “Is there anything you do well?” LOL
The where is my ice cream bit.
Rygel – I never run away, I strategically manouver.
The Aeryn/Rygel alliance and the awful insults they exchange.
John and Aeryn shooting at each other but of course missing on purpose (…that is a recurrent theme, doesn’t that happen in a Prefect Murder too? ), again the exchanged cruel insults (Aeryn : You self important, deficient little man. John: frigid, flat butted Peacekeeper skank” - OUCH people words hurt!) The Romans used to say in vino veritas and I guess in this case we can say in pulsar luce veritas – yes they are out of control but isn’t there a nugget of what they really think in there?
Scorpy and his technicoloured shirt – Pizza and Margarita shooters…
The 20/20 vision scene and of course Farscape at its comedic best : the puke scene (“It is puke!”) and John, face covered in green puke wearing a leather aviator helmet, a cape, a piece of Aeryn’s prowler as a shield and brandishing D’Argo’s Qualta blade…and the pure genius bit – he strikes a Master or the Universe pose and hums the Ride of the Valkyries tune – this is comedy at its best, people!
…and doesn’t Moya look beautiful all glowy in space?
Finally the last scene, when things have got back to normal – John and Aeryn’s guilt and embarrassment - “How do you take it all back, Zhaan?” – just perfect!
Moment 2 – Die Me Dichotomy (all of it but in particular Aeryn plunging to her death)
This episode took my breath away from beginning to end. A superb season finale packed with drama, heartbreak, creepiness, pain, loss, love and despair. Seriously if you are a masochist (which I truly believe all Scapers are) you can’t but love this. In brief:
John’s descent into utter madness punching an inexistent mirror until his hands bleed and Aeryn trying desperately to bring him back to reason, to her, to himself.
The neural cluster scene, where Aeryn finally opens up and tells him she is there for him and she will be forever – I don’t know about you but I sat up in my chair (where I had plunged deeply in sorrow just a few microts earlier) and shouted at the screen “NOOOO, Aeryn , that’s not John, NOOOO, it’s the clone!”
The chillingly creepy licking of her nose by John/Scorpius after he has cruelly knocked her out – how about that?
Zhaan’s mind rape when she is also tricked into believing it is John she is helping
The breath-taking chase among the white canyons of the ice planet
Aeryn realising that she is about to die and the beautifully tear-filled delivery: “I hope you meant what you said in the neural cluster. I did!” I unashamedly cry every single time and I mean every single time, no fail!
(cap compliments of Marie who actually went out of her way to capture it for me because it is not on the Farscape Caps page)
Followed by her plunging in the icy water and resurfacing only to call his name once in full and a second time only to be swallowed up by the lake
..and that floating hand, which just carries my crying into proper quiet sobbing.
John’s desolation: “What have I done…”
The funeral – of which my favourite part is when a shackled and manacled Crichton asks D’Argo for his knife and in spite of everything that has just happened, after just a brief hesitation and and exchanged glance with Zhaan, the Luxan hands it to him. That chokes me up every time.
And then the scene of John secured to the Diagnosan’s table being asked if he wants to keep the memories of Aeryn that have just flashed up on our screen… his eyes open and he doesn’t answer.
This is a whopper of an episode.
Moments that could have easily made the top two at any other given microt:
Picture If You Will and Dream a Little Dream… LOL…only joking, no way Jose!
The “I was lips, you were tongue” line at the beginning of the Princess Trilogy – brilliant!
The last scene of the third of the Princess Trilogy – seriously people – that is one heck of a scene! They two of them are just perfect in it..and that touching of tongues…drool alert…and those smiles at the end…it is a long silent scene but it should have lasted 10 times as long to even start being in the ball park of being long enough!
Won’t Get Fooled Again – abrasive, funny, heart-breaking, witty and whacky..just pure Farscape..excellent!
The Entire trilogy of Liars, Guns and Money but particularly Part 3 …excellent build up to my second moment above.
Okay this was hard – so many highlights, my head almost exploded, however I have finally settled on the following:
Moment 1 - …Different Destinations – the entire ep
I have finally chosen this one because again for me this represents the very essence of Farscape.
It offers some light extremely funny moments, heartbreak again (when do we ever NOT get that!), wistfulness, empathy, despair, helplessness and overall sadness and dejection about something that it is out of our hands and no matter how hard we try, we cannot make it better…maybe not on that scale but I am sure that we have all felt that bitterness at some stage in our life.
It is hard to choose because it’s the story in its entirety that I love however there are some scenes that stick out:
The funny ones, Jool being made to drink urine and then dunked in the puddle of mud – LOL
My favourite funny scene, which I think is so funny because of Ben’s awesome delivery - John running up and down on the ramparts trying to make it look like there is an army defending the walls:
"D’Argo: What are you doing?
John: I am making like an army…TONY MONTANAAAA…I’am gonna have a heart attack!"
I laugh every time!
And how about Aeryn’s compassion – do we all remember episode one, when she asks Crichton “Compassion, what’s compassion?” How far has she now come? Looking up at sweet wide eyed Dacon, the cook, whose destiny is marked - pain, pride, encouragement and yes pure compassion in her eyes:
“Sub-Officer Dacon! You are a soldier. A brave hero.”
The heart wrenching conversations between D’Argo and Cyntrina and John and Kelsa.
Harvey sitting beside a tied up John playing Home on the Range on a mouth organ, wearing cow boy boots with his name written on the soles, like Woody in Toy Story (classic!).
John throwing the visor away in horror at the screams of the nurses and Aeryn, as heartbroken as he is but trying to console him – although sometimes there is just nothing you can say to make things better
And the final scene, D’Argo looking for and finding the mark of young Cyntrina etched in the wall – she had wondered would anybody remember her, D’Argo does. What can I say? Sad and beautiful.
Moment 2 – The hangar scene in Dog with Two Bones but in particular the looks at the coin toss.
Again I am not going to be very original here but this scene for me is a masterpiece of pure unadulterated angst – played beautifully, you almost suffocate at the pain emanating from both of them – seriously these two should have won many awards based on this scene alone.
“Do you love John Crichton? Not me, not him, John Crichton” “Yes” “Well then what does that taste like?” followed by that torturous, resisted kiss and her devastating answer “Yesterday”
Wow Aeryn just take a knife, stick it in his gut and twist, why don’t you!
“Do you love Aeryn Sun?” “Beyond hope” “Then don’t make me say goodbye and don’t make me stay!”
Seriously Aeryn, take another knife, stick it in his ear this time and twist!
But my absolute favourite moment within the moment: the choice Ben and Claudia made at the coin toss – Aeryn looking up anxiously at the coin in the air and John looking at Aeryn – that has so much more impact than just having the two of them looking at the coin – a brilliant dramatic choice.
In my opinion this scene should have marked the end of the episode.
Moments that could have easily made the top two at any other given microt:
Here the list could go on forever..
Aeryn coming back from the dead in SOD and appearing in the wind and snow, hair whipping around followed by John hugging and clinging to her in disbelief and relief – J/A shippiness at its best…
The hangar scene in SOD “I love you” “I love you too” and that knee weakening kiss that sees them sink to the floor – cold shower or a dip in a frozen lake or a Valium please needed now!!
GEM – all of it – perfect episode – snarkiness, jealousy, anger, action, comedy (Stark and Rygel are priceless) and heart melting romance at the end…and let’s not forget it gave us the drannit, which is a source of continued amusement and speculation in the entire Farscape fandom!
Scratch ‘n Sniff – whacky fun from beginning to end with a tinge of sinister – perfect entertainment!
Talyn John’s death scene – again awards should have rained down on both of them – too painful to linger on…
Revenging Angel – Some people love it, some people hate it, I went from dislike to intense love
Scorpius ascending the stairs while water cascades down in Into The Lion’s Den II – an unforgettable scene
Moment 1 – Terra Firma – most of the ep and in particular Aeryn with tears in her eyes shooting away at the Skreet
Great episode – every time I see it, I cannot believe that the writers managed to jam so much so flawlessly together in 42 minutes – it doesn’t feel rushed, it still offers great moments and yet it is only 42 minutes long. Bravo!
My highlights of it (and I must say that Claudia/Aeryn really steals the show):
How Claudia manages to make Aeryn look like a total alien sitting down in Jack’s sitting room looking at family pictures and Mr Jingles – she looks human, hell, let’s be honest she is human (even though many think of her as a Goddess :)) and yet she has never looked more alien than in those scenes.
Aeryn’s expression after seeing Caroline kiss John – you feel her pain and her attempt to mask it in the very depth of your bones!
Her conversation with Jack in the Prowler about John – perfectly pitched by both of them.
Caroline and Aeryn on the terrace discussing John – Aeryn is so endearingly naïve and innocent, again she is so ALIEN compared to Caroline – another perfect scene
And then my favourite, Aeryn and John in Jack’s sitting room – Aeryn asking him does he want her to leave Earth – tears filling her eyes – seriously no man could have resisted that and I really want to believe that John, had the Skreet not interrupted them, would have grabbed her and dragged her upstairs to the closest bedroom – either that or those Noranti drugs turn men into eunuchs!
Aeryn, tear stained face, blasting away with her pulse pistol at the invader.
And of course the immortal “Merry frelling Christmas!” which is now my new festive greeting.
There are other great moments too, like John and Olivia looking at family pictures and John’s goodbyes to both his sister and his father – all in all a great episode…well not so much for DK and Laura, but for us viewers a real treat!
Moment 2 – this is short and sweet you will be relieved to know! – John and Aeryn on Moya’s pod closing the wormhole in Bad Timing
John: You know what scares the hell outta me? From the first moment I laid eyes on you - I could never see the end.
Aeryn: What scares me - is I always could.
This makes my knees go weak and makes my breath catch…these two have come so far, through so much together, starting from such diametrically opposite backgrounds and experiences and yet here they are finally together, truly one and truly united now facing together whatever the future holds whether it will be death in the next few microts or life in the unknown.
Moments that could have easily made the top two at any other given microt:
The last scene in a Prefect Murder with John gently laying a hand on Aeryn’s head and Aeryn tilting her head into it…SIGHS
The last scene on Command of Bringing Home the Beacon – heart-break in its purest form!
John’s face off with Sikozu in a Constellation of Doubt – tension filled, perfect drama – great acting – excellent episode overall
The “Stay” scene at the end of Fetal Attraction – man, she asks you to stay, you stay, no choice in the matter!
The Elevator dance – which for a long time was actually my number 2 moment – one of the most romantic scenes in any show – her smile and the way she lays her head on his shoulder – I dare anybody not to squee, if you are squeeless, there is something wrong with you, my friend!
The very last scene before they get crystallised in Bad Timing, when Aeryn takes his face in her hands (which was always John’s trade mark move throughout the seasons), looks at him with love and just kisses him passionately – if we are going to die, we’ll die kissing and in all honesty if you are going to die, I can’t think of a better way, can you?
Moment 1 – D’Argo’s Death scene
Okay, again I thought hard and long about this and there are so many J/A scenes I came up with, it’s not even funny however even though I am still vehemently protesting at the awful decision of killing off my D’Argo (yes, I said my, is that a problem?) I have to admit that the way the scene was written and acted did not make me nauseous. They could have been melodramatic, they could have been over the top, they could have made it a truly distasteful moment (as so many main character deaths can be and have been) but I thought that two moments in particular were beautiful:
The warrior to warrior almost silent acknowledgement of the end between Aeryn and D’Argo
Aeryn: Can you make it? D’Argo only shakes his head to say no and when Chiana approaches, Aeryn simply looks at him for a moment and walks away – there is no more to be said – this is her goodbye to a friend and fellow warrior.
The final friendship/bromance moment between John and D’Argo
CRICHTON: You're the closest friend I have.
D'ARGO: You could've done better.
CRICHTON: Nowhere in the universe.
D'ARGO: You got a lot of life to lead, John. Do big things. Do me a favor?
CRICHTON: Name it.
CRICHTON: I'll look after her. I'll take care nothing's gonna happen to her.
D'ARGO: Go away. I wanna speak to Chiana.
They both laugh as they have often done together in the last four cycles in good and bad times – and unavoidably at this point here come the tears for Vdog!
CRICHTON: I'm gonna miss you.
An excellent goodbye to a character whom I grew to love with time.
Moment 2 – The build up and unleashing of the wormhole weapon
This scene is one of the most memorable of the entire series, it is in fact the culmination of everything that has happened to John Crichton and his friends up to now – this is what they have been chased, tortured and raped for and I think the CGI and the writers did it justice.
The tension increases microt by microt and the acting is great all around.
John’s despair and knowledge that what he is unleashing means the end of thousands, hundreds of thousands, maybe millions of lives.
Aeryn's firm, gritty determination to stand by her man and support him in what needs to be done to force peace even if it means death for them and their new born son.
Scorpius’s willingness to beg and the awe (is there maybe finally also a little doubt?) in his expression when the true power of the weapon is revelead
Chiana’s despair and wish for revenge.
Rygel’s quiet dignity in facing death
…and the wormhole weapon swallowing ships and the planet and exponentially increasing in size until all we see is a flaming ball of destruction.
Moments that could have easily made the top two at any other given microt:
The second attempt at their getting married on Moya’s command – John is grumpy but Rygel makes a great speech and the two of them just look at each other, smile and shyly hold hands – aww so sweet.
Aeryn teasing John about the baby’s name on Arnessk and then walking away with her pulse pistol raised – LOL
The birth of Little D – just a great scene all around and little slice of heaven for J/A shippers
The scene when Aeryn leaves the baby with a comatose John and his coming around and talking to the baby and that smile that lights up Aeryn’s face at the “Where is your mother?” – another slice of heaven for J/A shippers.
And of course the final scene on Moya’s terrace – the naming of Little D’Argo and the “this is your playground” final words – large slice of heaven for J/A shippers and I am sorry but after four years plus of angst and suffering WE DESERVE IT!!!!!
This is it, they are my 10 moments…now I am off looking for a wormhole in the hope to get sucked up through it and brought straight to Moya..because really Moya is where I want to live, I would stick a bed on her terrace and gladly explore the stars with her and Pilot…what is that you say? There are people in white coats heading my way? Okay, then I’d better scoot!
While on Earth, John took D’Argo to see a Star Wars marathon, all three original movies in one sitting, it was meant to be a bonding experience over some of Earth sci-fi, which D’Argo would surely find hilarious and for which he would surely tease John for cycles to come….or so John thought!
Little did he know D’Argo would become an avid closeted fan!
A few weekens after leaving Earth, Rygel was rifling through D’Argo’s quarters in search of some of the delicious food they had taken with them, his share of which he had already scoffed and digested and to his surprise under the Luxan’s bed he found:
Excited, Rygel thought he might have found some new type of delicious untried delight, but was sorely disappointed when from inside the well-worn out box he pulled three battered VHR cassettes. He snorted in disappointment and nonchalantly threw them down the waste funnel. Strangely, for a few weekens after that, D’Argo’s mood darkened, his temper flared and everybody made well sure to give him a wide berth.
Not so long after this, Aeryn entered the exercise room and, searching for some of her old PK equipment at the bottom of a crate, she came across five items carefully stashed away:
Confused and mystified she studied the objects, they looked like weapons but on more accurate inspection they did not seem to be functional in any way. Later that day during third meal she asked the rest of the crew whether they knew what these strange objects were. Rygel, Chiana, Noranti and Sikozu shrugged their shoulders, D’Argo loudly denied knowing anything about them, while John shrewdly looked at his big friend and smirked.
After the events of Katratzi, Chiana finally made it back into D’Argo’s good graces and his bed. They had just spent a very satisfying and energetic night of good recreational exercise in D’Argo’s quarters.
Chiana stretched like a happy cat and looked longingly over to the shower occupied by her big Luxan male and in so doing she strayed over to his side of the bed…revelling in his manly and arousing smell, she slipped her arms under his pillow but stopped short when she felt something foreign, hidden well at the back of the pillow, jammed between the headboard and the thin mattress…curious she pulled the object out and came face to face with
Puzzled she wondered what this ugly thing might be, she was still studying it when D’Argo stepped out of the shower and saw her holding one of his most treasured possessions. He stopped dead, Chiana looked up and she could have sworn she saw her fierce warrior blush!
Pilot orders them to go to her quarters to pack up her remaining stuff and store it away in case she ever makes her return to Moya. The obedient little drones get down to the task keenly and enthusiastically, however after emptying out one of her personal chests, the general opinion among them is: “ You really never know with people, do you?”
Jool, the prim and proper little Interion princess with her many academic degrees, airs and graces has a dark secret…dominatrix or leather fetishist? I guess they will never know unless she makes a come back, but this is what they bring back to Pilot for inspection:
2 x fics accompanied by 2 x picspams in theme - the first one is romantic and smutty (rated PG-15 - so be warned), the second is SAD so if you don't like sad, don't read!
I would like to dedicate the first one to my fellow Module Keepers and the second to Nymeria_55 since I was inspired to write it after reading one of her prompts in one of the Starburst Challenges on Terra Firma dating to 2 and a half years ago!
5 wallpapers of John/Aeryn significant moments through Season 1, 2, 3, 4 and PK Wars - they are not all about making out by the way but they are the moments that in my opinion built up to one of the hottest ships ever created, and I mean EVER! You are welcome to snurch away if you like any of them...
1. Fic + picspam
This is set at the end of the Out of their Minds episode in Season 2 – no spoilers that I can see
The characters are not mine but belong to the Jim Henson Company.
Rated PG-15 for the botched up attempt at some sexy scenes, which I am not comfortable writing and I am sure you will not be comfortable reading! However I promised one of my fellow Module Keepers that I would attempt it, so here it is – my one and only foray into proper smut (with a romantic edge to it because I cannot help it!)
Thanks to mamageek and marieelise for reading this and squeeing at the parts that most embarrass me!
Word Count: 3667
Small Step (PG-15)
It had been one of those days…actually pretty normal by Moya’s standards but a hell of a ride for a human stranded on the far side of the galaxy. How could John have ever explained this day to his Dad, Livvy or DK…absolutely no frelling way he could have. He could hear himself:
“Hey, guys, so do you want to know what happened to me today? We were attacked by this alien ship commanded by two butt ugly giant bird like creatures, really pissed at Talyn and bent on taking revenge on Moya. Our patched up and crappy defence screen malfunctioned when hit by their weapon and our minds jumped from our own body into another crew member’s body….TWICE!”
A straight jacket for you, Johnnie boy, thank you very much!
And yet that is exactly what had happened to them. He knew that as things went it could have been worse, they could have been tortured or killed….in the immortal words of Monty Python always look on the bright side of life, right?
Was he moaning again? Hell, yes he was.. if he really wanted to be honest though the day had also been kinda cool. Well maybe not the part about being in Rygel’s body…honestly the powers of the universe must have been on LSD when they created Hynerians! Short stubby arms and legs, three rumbling stomachs and the most compellingly disgusting bodily urges that would be the envy of a whole house of drunk frat guys. While he was in there he had promised himself that if things ever went back to normal, he would cut Rygel some slack next time he exploded into one of his disgusting exhalations…well, at least he would try!
The interesting part of the whole messy day had been being in Aeryn’s body…man, was that interesting…seriously what guy would not like to try it at least once, especially in that body!
Did he feel guilty for taking advantage of the situation a little in the neural cluster? Well…no, actually he didn’t at all! In fairness, it wasn’t something he would have boasted about to his mum or grandma but, hey, he could have done a lot worse, so all considered he was pretty proud of himself! OK, he had been caught, which had put an end to it, but he really believed that he would have put a stop to it before pushing it too far anyway.
He liked these rare moments on Moya. After a frelled up day, which for a change ended up pretty well, he was sitting right outside command with Aeryn sitting right across from him. They had had a great laugh earlier and a fun tumble on the floor, relief about being back to normal coursing through their veins like a drug. God he liked this girl! When she smiled, his gut just twisted into knots and in the rare moments she let go of her guardedness and self -control, she made his knees go weak.
He had never felt so vulnerable, defenceless, frustrated, protective and crazy about a woman before, never, not even once. Of course he had felt all of those feelings at one time or another before for various girlfriends down through the years but never all of them together, at the same time, all jumbled up in the same mind blowing bundle as they were now for this spectacularly maddening woman.
He kept saying to himself that the extraordinary circumstances of his being here on Moya and the frelled up life he was leading conspired to make him want to feel a normality that did not exist, that had been wrenched from his existence, so his mind made him believe he was in love, because that was kind of expected for a guy his age, it was just his mind’s way to tell him that he was sane and normal, right? Wrong! He just knew that what he felt was not a fabrication of his psyche, he KNEW it! He had fallen in love with this woman and, God help him, he suspected it was going to be the roller coaster ride of his life.
He was looking at her right there and then hoping that maybe, just maybe, he might have a chance one day to win her over but of course he was choosing to forget all the times that he had tossed and turned in his bed feeling dejected and rejected after a particularly snotty remark or dismissal from her, despairing that she would ever feel even close to the way he did.
He heard Chiana’s and D’Argo’s voices getting closer. They had been sitting on Command earlier going through the events of the day. The body swapping experience had left them all quite upside down and inside out as it were. As they passed by Aeryn and him in the corridor, he heard D’Argo say:
“I-I really like your body.”
and Chiana provocatively reply : “You like my body?
Well it sounded to him like D’Argo might get lucky tonight. He may be big and strong but John had the feeling Chiana was going to make mincemeat of him before the night was out!
Aeryn watched them pass heading towards the sleeping tier, then looked at John and said:
“Well. They certainly seem to be readjusting well.”
He kept noncommittal and said “Uh-huh. Well, they say you have to walk a mile in someone's shoes to understand them.”
“I certainly know what you were doing when you were in my shoes Crichton.” Aeryn teased him.
All he could say to this was “Give me a break!”
Aeryn smiled “It's okay. It's okay, you know? You were in my shoes, I was in your pants...” and then she got up and started walking away from him.
That was a remark so unlike her that all John could say was "’Scuse me?” He was almost choking at this point and then she stopped and looked back at him over her shoulder and gave him a really meaningful smile!
Any other woman had given him THAT smile, John knew he would have been in there, no doubt, score! But Aeryn? Was he imagining this? Hell no, she really was looking back at him and that expression on her face was definitely an open invitation to follow her.
” Thank you Halosians,”he thought, “you may be ugly and nasty but if this is the result, I’ll be forever in your debt!”
A silly chocked up noise escaped his throat as he got up to follow her, however she saw him make the move and sprinted forward and away, a now loud throaty laugh coming from her mouth. They were halfway back to the sleeping tier before John actually caught up to her. He managed to grab her by the elbow and pull her around, both their forward momentums meaning that she literally crashed against his chest and he in turn got pushed onto the bulkhead, Aeryn clutched in his arms. She again smiled at him and he felt lost, lost in those flinty grey eyes, lost in that blinding smile, lost like he had never felt lost before.
He bent his head and his lips brushed against hers, at first tentatively and then a little more forcefully. Her lips were soft and moist and he couldn’t help but bring up his hands to frame her face – because he wanted to feel her skin under his touch and because he didn’t want her to move away. He thought: ”Please, please don’t move away!”
He closed his eyes and tried to make her feel just how much he wanted her, how much he wanted her to want this…him. After a small hesitation, Aeryn gave in and parted her lips letting him in. Their tongues intertwined and all John wished was for that moment to go on forever. He was sure she could feel his need and desire pressed hard against her lower belly but she was still not moving away, on the contrary if possible she pressed herself a little closer, a mewing sound escaping her throat. Blood was pounding through his body and he let a strangled groan out, a sound which he would have normally been embarrassed about but which at that moment barely registered with him.
When they both finally came up for air, Aeryn took him by the hand and pulled him towards her quarters. His were further down the tier and felt like they might as well be a million metras away so her quarters were the obvious choice.
John had wanted this for the longest time, almost since the very first time he met her, beating up and rib kicking notwithstanding!
Of course he was not forgetting what happened on the Ancients Earth , but somehow as good as that was, it had felt surreal, almost like a dream and the need for each other at that point in time had mainly stemmed by the fact that they both thought they had reached the end of the road - Aeryn had been adamant she would not let herself be recaptured and all his dreams of a happy return home had been shattered, so they had comforted each other in pretty much the only way they knew how and of course the next morning in spite of his hesitant attempts, Aeryn had shut him down again and the subject had not really been broached since.
This was different, they were relatively safe, well as safe as they could hope to be, given that they were fugitives and their lives were as frelled as frelled could be. But at THAT moment, they were safe and here she was pulling him into her quarters.
Distracted for a microt by these reflections, he lagged behind a little. Aeryn pulled on his hand and turned around, she was now almost all the way across the archway and obviously getting pretty impatient. With a hot smile she said:
“Come on, John, what are you waiting for? I need recreation and I need it now!”
That should have been all the invitation he needed, but somehow the way she phrased it hit a discordant note with him and of course his big mouth as usual ran away before he could really stop himself:
“Aeryn, wait!” he pulled her back a little and again he took her face in his hands and tried to kiss her to slow them down a little, to make it more meaningful , because, hell, it did mean a lot to him.
“John, what’s wrong with you? Let’s go inside..or do you want to frell out here in the corridor?” She tried to push him away, starting to get annoyed at his hesitation.
John lifted his hand to stroke her cheek, he just wanted her to see, to understand that this was more to him than just cold, impersonal Peacekeeper recreation and that it could be something more for her too if she only gave them a chance.
“Aeryn, baby, of course I want to come inside with you, I want nothing more believe me, but do you think we can maybe slow it down a little, y’know, take our time…”
He could see it in her eyes, she thought he was being weird – human weird – again and maybe she was right. Aeryn got a wary look on her face and John started to regret saying anything at all, but anything that ever happened between them seemed to be always on her terms and this was too important for him to just give in for the sake of a night of great sex, which was pretty much a given, but what about tomorrow? Was she going to push him away again? Because he was not sure he wanted to play that game if that was the way it was going to unfold.
“What is it you want, John?” she frowned and he believed she was really trying to understand but this was a language she hadn’t really spoken before, a language translator microbes were useless with, a language that took time to learn and she was only at the beginning of the learning curve or so he desperately hoped. “I really don’t understand you, I thought you would be happy…keen to do this, you have made that abundantly clear to me before!” she said.
“I am Aeryn, I want this, I want it more than you can ever know!”
She pointedly looked down at his leather trousers which were shamelessly bulging and then up again, her nostrils flaring a little in amusement, and with a raised eyebrow said: “Well, I can SEE that, John!” Again she pressed herself against him knowing full well that he was a dench away from losing his will power, giving in and doing as she wanted without any further talk or delay.
She lifted both her arms until they were around his neck, her fingers playing with the back of his head, running through his short hair and sending shivers down the length of his body to the tip of his toes. Her mouth suddenly covered his and she forcefully pressed his head forward towards her, her tongue literally massaging his, her nose pressed against the side of his, she kissed him in a way he had never experienced before, a truly Aeryn kiss - exacting but needy, forceful but somehow also tentative, rough but sweet – yes, there was no other way to describe it other than an Aeryn kiss.
John brought his hands to the back of her leather vest and slipped them underneath against the bare skin of her back, then made a last ditch effort to pull his head back a fraction but she captured his lower lip with her teeth and bit him slightly. He opened his eyes, which he had not realised he had closed in savouring the kiss, and met her eyes looking at him just a few inches away, her pupils a little more dilated than the light should warrant and what he read in them was, yes, desire, yes, a little impatience but also an ever so slight sign of uncertainty and vulnerability. That was what pushed him over, that touch of vulnerability. It was that little something that told him that this was a little more than primal instinctive craving to release tension and bodily fluids, this meant something to Aeryn too.
So, he picked her up, which must have surprised her because she let a little squeal out before hanging really tight to his neck, and carried her straight to the bed, pressing the door command and pulling the privacy curtain down behind him with one hand in passing, all the while kissing her lips, her jaw and her neck, which she exposed to him by tilting her head back in encouragement.
He laid her down on the bed, her arms still around his neck, and bending down over her, he spread light feather- like kisses all over her cheeks, lips and forehead at the same time bracing himself with one arm on the bed and trying with the other to pull his T-shirt out of his leather pants and over his head. She realised what he was trying to do, she sat up a little under him and with both hands took the sides of his top and pulled it up. John lifted his arms to help her and the tight neck of the t-shirt got snagged hard on his nose, which hurt a little and made him yelp girlishly. The stubborn piece of clothing finally popped over his head and Aeryn threw it sideways as far away from them as possible somewhere on the floor. He rubbed his nose where it hurt and she couldn’t help but giggle at his expression and previous yelp, which in turn made him giggle along.
They were looking at each other and laughing and then all of a sudden it was not so funny anymore.
He slowly unzipped her leather vest while she arched her back making his job of slipping it off of her easier. He knew from earlier today that she was not wearing anything under it, his breath shortened and after giving himself a microt to just enjoy the view of her body, he lowered his head to brush one of her nipples with his lips. She noisily gasped and held his head closer encouraging more of his exploring, an invitation that he was more than happy to take. From there getting completely out of their clothes became a matter of urgency.
“Leather may be comfortable and, hell, it is definitely sexy on Aeryn” John thought frantically “but taking leather trousers off is a bitch of a battle!” A battle, which with impatient fingers on each others buttons and zippers, they finally won.
John lowered himself down over her, yearning to feel all of her naked body against his, their kissing becoming frantic, hands feeling and stroking every inch of each other’s skin, mouths tasting, licking, searching and pleasuring. She tasted heady and sweet. He didn’t know how long this mutual exploration continued for but he knew that he needed to be inside her soon or he would literally explode. Thankfully she seemed to feel the same because she parted her long legs and wrapped them around his waist at the same time thrusting upwards and whispering “Please, John..” She didn’t need to ask twice. He ground down with his hips and all of a sudden they were finally locked together, her finger nails digging into his back while, with elbows positioned at the side of her head to take some of his weight off of her, he kissed her neck and the sweet curve of her shoulder, then whispered endearments in her ear, their hip movements getting faster and harder, falling into a blissful rhythm which was getting them closer and closer to release.
Finally when John thought he couldn’t hold off any longer and that he might be soon letting her and himself down, he felt all of her body tense and then shudder, her head and back arched off the bed, her thighs tightened their grip even more around his middle and he heard her call out his name over and over between ragged breaths. That was all he needed, he finally let himself go too with a couple of final hard thrusts, all the while groaning her name and telling her how good that felt.
When it was over and both of them were panting and trying to catch their breath, he gently leaned his forehead against hers and plunged his hands in the thick black hair at the side of her head.
He wanted to tell her he loved her but something stopped him, he somehow just knew it was too soon for her and that her reaction would probably be to push him away and retreat into herself. So he said nothing.
She was looking at him, a satisfied smile playing on her lips and a sweet look in her eyes.
After a short pause he couldn’t help asking: “Happy?”
Her smile widened and she joked: “Reasonably!”
He laughed out loud and kissed her again first softly and then more deeply.
The immediate urgency gone, they now took their time and really savoured every nuance of their touching and enjoyed teasingly playing with each other.
After a few hundred microts, they were getting worked up again.
Aeryn breathlessly asked “Ready to go again?”
He laughed against her lips, breath mingling with hers “Almost…and you?”
She just nodded and then a glint of mischief appeared in her eyes. She was lithe but supple and strong and she literally took him by surprise and with a fluid movement toppled him over on to his back. She was now straddling him and with amusement in her voice she said
“Well, let me drive this time, after all I am the more skilled pilot!”
John reached up and held her waist with both of his hands, admiring her hair cascading around her shoulders and her eyes sparkling with anticipation. He thought “I am the luckiest guy in the galaxy and she is the most beautiful woman in the universe.”
After a moment he joked “Baby, I have the feeling that after your driving I may not be able stand, let alone walk back to my quarters!”
She joked back: “You’d better believe it, John!” Then she fell silent and stopped staring directly at him, her eyes dropping away down to his chest and with a tinge of uncertainty she said: “I guess you could stay the night, I mean if you wanted to..”
His heart skipped a beat: “I guess I could…actually I would like that a lot..”
Her eyes moved back to meet his and she gave him a look, which he was pretty sure among other things showed a touch of relief. Then she naughtily said: “Well now that that’s settled, we can even think about a third time!” She bent down and purposefully kissed him.
Aeryn wanted him to stay for the night.
Just before John lost himself to round two, the words of one of his childhood heroes flashed through his mind “a small step for man….”.
2. Fic + picspam
No spoilers unless you have not watched PK Wars yet. Set during PK Wars.
The characters as we all know are not mine and in this case and only in this case I am glad of it!
Word count: 1874
Reverie (PG13, for sadness)
Sunshine cascading through an open window caresses his face while soft silken hair tickles his chin.
His eyes open and after a brief moment of disorientation, D’Argo sighs, contentedly taking in the beautiful early morning blue skies, the melodious dawn chorus of the local birds…the warmth of the pale, beautiful body snuggled against his own under the cool linen sheets.
This planet had been the right choice – perfectly balmy temperatures to suit his Luxan origins, wide open spaces and fertile land to till and farm, rich soil yielding every year plentiful crops.
After 8 cycles of captivity in a Peacekeeper cell in the sole company of despair and excruciating longing for his dead wife and lost child followed by four more cycles of frantic escape first from Crais and then from Scorpius and the Scarrans, his luck had changed.
Those last frantic four cycles had brought him here, today, to this moment with Chiana in his arms, a longed for settled life in a peaceful farming community - four cycles of adventures, some exhilarating, some enlightening, some downright horrifying – four cycles he would never want to erase from his life in spite of the lows and the sorrows and the losses of dear friends.
His eyes are strangely watery and sore maybe from the sun rays getting stronger as the early day blooms into its full glory, maybe because of something else.. he doesn’t know and he does not want to linger on it, so he just closes them and smiles to himself thinking back to the day his captive life ended and his present one began.
He would never forget that day - the day he had met the people who would become so important to him, who would play a pivotal role in his becoming who he is today – John, Aeryn, Chiana, even obnoxious Rygel and of course Zhaan – how he misses Zhaan - he often thinks of her – her clear blue eyes, her soft and gently teasing smile, her inner strength and, when needed, steely single mindedness. Today, now, more than ever Zhaan is on his mind.
His first cycle on the run had not been easy, his strange fellow fugitives and their ways were alien to him. With time however he had learnt how to accept their quirks and differences… after all, like him, they all had been going through a process of adjustment, of coping with loss and fear and in the end this was what had brought them to share at first a tenuous and then a more pronounced camaraderie.
The human’s openness and naiveté had been irritating, even infuriating, but ultimately irresistible – John had become his best friend and the brother he had never had. D’Argo chuckles to himself thinking of all the times John surprised him in those early days with his willingness to talk rather than fight, to connect rather than reject – a trained warrior he was not, but his ways more often than not got them out of perilous situations and D’Argo would always give respect where respect was due. If nothing else you had to admire the human’s stubbornness, his will to persevere, his unwavering hope. As Scorpius could attest the worst torture could not tame John’s resilience, his belief in a better future or his hope to one day lead a life free of the horrors thrust upon him by fate and bad luck. Aeryn’s capitulation to his love, a monumental testament to his single mindedness and perseverance.
A sudden sharp pain in his stomach jolts him for a moment away from his thoughts, Chiana must have been lying across his chest and abdomen for a lot longer than he thought…he can hardly feel his legs anymore. He wants to stretch but he does not want to wake her…surely, for her sake, he can put up just a little longer with this small discomfort!
What had he been thinking about a microt ago..ah…yes, Aeryn.
Aeryn…his respect for her is boundless – little did he know that one day he would think so fondly of an ex-Peacekeeper. She is a fellow warrior, a loyal friend, somebody you can rely on no matter what. Unlike Crichton she does not talk much but one look, one raised eyebrow is all you need from her – it’s enough to let you know how she feels…. and the rare times she smiles – those smiles stay with you and make you hunger for more. Out of them all, she has gone through maybe the worst times in the last few cycles and yet she is unbeaten, stronger now for it. She deserves to have better days ahead…maybe those days will be here soon, maybe Aeryn and Crichton will finally find a place where without fear they can bicker often and often passionately make up, a place where they can raise their new born son in peace. Yes, he really wishes that for them, they have earned it.
True friends are hard to come by so he considers himself a lucky man, how could he not? He takes a long breath inhaling the scent of the beautiful woman lying in his arms…the Nebari waif who stole his heart, broke it and stole it back again. He truly did not think that she would take so well to settling down here with him in this peaceful, quite hamlet - not her, not the rebellious wild child whose main aim in life had been to be free, untamed and unhindered by conventional bonds and mores. And yet here she is soft and warm in his arms, her harrowing betrayal well behind them – he has finally understood and accepted that she was scared and like a trapped animal she struck out - his heart her target, her means his son….that was a long time ago, what matters now is that she is here with him, a choice made in the wake of experiences that have seen them both grow and appreciate each other’s gifts. Indeed he is a lucky man.
The pain in his stomach increases – don’t think about it, will it away – think of something else, something good. He clutches Chiana tighter, his hand on her back sleek with moisture…she must be sweating in her sleep under the increasing heat of the day….another few microts and he will wake her, they will then shower together, share a meal and enjoy the day, yes, that is what they will do…just a few more moments.
He remembers one time not too long ago, on Moya, walking on to Command at a time when most of the others were asleep and finding Sikozu standing there, an arch look on her averted face – she had barely acknowledged him at first, quite normal for this strange, proud, fiercely intelligent creature who, he was sure, thought him barely evolved enough to even address… and then she had surprised him. She had turned her head and after staring at him for a microt, clearly in two minds whether to show an interest or curiosity that could be mistaken for weakness, she had asked him abruptly “Succintly, Luxan, what have been the highlights of your life aboard this Leviathan?” A strange and unexpected request that had left him dumb for quite a long time…how could he possibly answer her, succinctly at that, in a way that could adequately explain the last four cycles.
How to portray to her the feeling of exhilaration he had felt when floating in space with John above Scorpius’s Gammak Base moon destroyed and aflame- he had almost died that time but even as he was drifting off into unconsciousness, in those last few microts of awareness he had been almost sure that both John and Aeryn would come through for him as in the end they had.
How to describe to Sikozu the amazing experience with Nilaam , the joy and pride he had felt at being asked to help an Orican in the Ritual of Passing… not to mention the amazing sex which had preceded it! A smile at the memory creases his lips.. a smile which only dissolves into another grimace of pain.
Jothee – could the Kalish ever understand his relief at the news brought by Stark to Moya that his long lost son was alive, his dismay at learning he had been living as a slave for the last number of cycles, his determination at doing anything in his power to free him even to the detriment of his best friend’s freedom, maybe life. The joy of seeing Jothee emerge from the pod, short lived when realisation came that John may be lost to them forever… and guilt prevailed.
Could she possibly understand the horror and anguish of powerlessly listening to a crazed John causing the death of the love of his life, the desolation at Aeryn’s burial and the immense relief at the amazing turn of events that reunited a re-born to sanity Crichton and a revived Aeryn shortly followed again by the deepest of sorrows at the loss of the self-sacrificing Zhaan.
His love for Chiana..had Sikozu ever been in love? Could her sinister, unfathomable bond to Scorpius be called that? Maybe it could but it certainly seemed impossible to compare it to his feelings for the beautiful woman in his arms..feelings he thought he would never have again for anybody else after Lola’an’s death.
Could he even attempt an explanation as to how, after his long, harsh exile and his unbearable desire to return to his home world, things had gradually changed, the desire had cooled.. how he had found a new home on Moya and a new family in his crew mates – how he had felt that it was his duty now to keep them together and as safe as possible through the horrors of the brewing war between the Peacekeepers and the Scarrans…
….so he hadn’t explained it. He had just looked at the Kalish and hesitantly had said “I can’t really answer that, I don’t know how to answer that” lowering, if possible, her already low opinion of his mental faculties!
The pain is increasing and it can no longer be ignored…the thudding of heavy boots pounding the ground and the harsh calls in the Scarran idiom finally wrench him back from his semi- conscious reverie.
His eyes teary and sore not from the life giving sunshine but from the dust and grit of the Eidelons’ semi destroyed city, the sharp pain in his abdomen and numb legs not the result of Chiana’s sleeping body across his own but of a gaping ugly wound, the moisture on his hand not the sweat on his woman’s back but black as tar blood he has been trying to stem.
He pulls himself up as much as his body will allow it and readies himself for a last stand…he can buy the others a few precious microts, a chance to get away, to realise their dreams…he can at least try to give them that
I am sure I could have done something funny, sad, sexy or funky but I chose the option of abysmally BORING!
Aliens of Farscape
As famously and sarcastically described by a red headed Interion, Peacekeepers are Sebacean, intellectually suited to carry a weapon and to die marching in formation.
In spite the quite denigrating description, centuries and centuries ago Peacekeepers were actually chosen and genetically enhanced by the Eidelons to be a force of peace in the galaxy. Only after the loss of power and eventual disappearance of the Eidelons from the prominent races of the galaxy, Peacekeeper society changed into a military organisation with very strict hierarchic rules. Their present role is to hire out their mercenary services to defenceless societies and exploit their hegemonic role to maximum self-interest.
Most Peacekeepers are born and reared aboard massive space-ships, called Command Carriers. Others are forcibly recruited from non-military Sebacean settlements. All are trained to obey without question the orders of their superiors, to fight to the death if required and to consider all other species as inferior. Love and close interpersonal relationships are forcefully discouraged and punished if formed. On the other hand promiscuity in the form of recreation is widely accepted and encouraged as a form of tension release and fulfilment of biological natural urges.
Their preferred weapons are pulse pistols and pulse rifles.
Their fleet is made up of Command Carriers accompanied by a myriad of smaller vessels such as Scrub Runners, Prowlers, Marauders and Pantak Class Vigilantes.
John Crichton is a pain in their eema.
Another transport used by the Peacekeepers is a Leviathan. Once captured it is enslaved by a control collar and used mainly as cargo transporter or prison ship. Leviathans are of enormous size and due to the huge numbers of cargo holds as well as cell type accommodations they offer, they lend themselves well to these purposes.
However Leviathans are actually a sentient species of their own known as biomechanoids, partly made of biological and mechanical systems. They are beings created by the Builders and are of a totally peaceful nature. Their only form of defence, which the control collars efficiently neutralise, is Starburst.
A Leviathan starburst is a thing of beauty (if I may interject in this very impersonal description). It is a superluminal form of travel which through an energy matrix created on their hull, lets the Leviathans travel through rifts of space-time. However after each Starburst, a leviathan will require a certain amount of rest before being able to attempt the next one.
In spite of being sentient, Leviathans are not good at communicating with other species and even though they can survive on their own, most Leviathans are bonded with a member of the Pilot species, who will act as a liaison and interpreter between the Leviathan and the crew.
The life span of a Leviathan is approximately 300 cycles. Bonded Pilots will die along with the Leviathan even though in their unbound state they would live more than three times longer. Pilots can be transplanted but their choice is to perish with their Leviathan every time.
At the end of their life, free Leviathans will travel to the ancestors burial grounds to rest among other members of their own species.
The main opposing power to the Peacekeepers in this part of the galaxy is the Scarran Empire.
Scarrans are large lizard like humanoids with a questionable sense of fashion, incredible strength and resistance to most known pulse weapon fire due to the resilience of their thick skin.
Their society is also highly hierarchic and clearly divided in casts. The physical appearance of the members of the various casts can change quite dramatically. Their leader is the Emperor aided by a Council of Ministers.
Several other species are totally subjugated to the Scarrans such as the Kalish and the Charrids and are used according to their talents in the smooth and ruthless running of the Empire.
Unlike the Peacekeepers, Scarrans like the heath and possess heath producing glands in their chests, which they use as weapons to torture or kill other heath sensitive species. On the other hand, they suffer the cold and their heat glands can cease functioning in very low temperatures.
Scarran mental faculties are known to be enhanced by the consumption of a flower called Crystherium Utilia.
The largest ships of their fleet are knows as Dreadnaughts.
Scarrans and Peacekeepers alike lay claim to parts of the Uncharted Territories currently free from either military power and war seems to be the only possible outcome of their power struggles.
John Crichton is a pain in their eema too.
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