Like Father, Like Son 2
Author: Christy
Rating: PG/PG-13? (possible language and violence later on)
Part: 2
Archiving: If you want it, you can archive it (I'de like ya
to e-mail me first though, but if you don't and just archive
it without asking that's okay too).
Synopsis: The crew of Moya runs across a future "friend".
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the Farscape characters (only in
my dreams), don't sue please. All other characters are mine
however so HA! If anyone wants to use my characters feel free
to ask (I'de probably say go ahead).
John walked down the corridor back towards Moya’s
cargo bay. It had been almost an arn now since Moya
pulled aboard the strange ship along with a new
passenger. He didn’t think it would have taken so
long, carrying the young pilot form he cargo bay then
waiting as Zhaan checked for any injuries. It was
foolish of him to stay there, but for some reason he
felt responsible for the young man. He couldn’t explain
it, it was like his own will would not allow him to
leave Zhaans room until he at least new the kid would
be all right.
The others had long since left. D’Argo was already going
through the contents of the craft, looking for any sort
of weapons or indications that he was related to the
Peacekeepers. It seemed all except Aeryn and himself were
busy at some other task. Truth was, he almost felt Aeryn
had the same forced will to stay and watch Zhaan inspect
the kid as he did. She denied it course, telling Crichton
she just wanted to be there when he woke up to ask him
about the strange writing on the side of his vessel. But
her eyes betrayed her, she never was good at hiding her
feelings in them. At least, not hiding them from John.
He smiled at the thought of that. He could always tell
she was hiding something, it was just finding out the what
that was difficult.
He rounded the corner and saw something duck into one of
the cells down the way. ‘Probably Chiana up to her higinks
again...’ He stopped for a minute and waited, hoping to see
the figure come out. Nothing moved.
"Okay Chiana, what’re you up to now?", he closed in near the
cell but no one answered. "Come-on, I know you're plannin
something Pip-" "Commander Crichton", John stopped suddenly
as Pilot voice came over his communicator. "The pilot Moya
brought aboard has escaped.""What?! How’d that happen?"
"We are not sure, Zhaan tells me that she left to get some
more herbs and when she came back he was simply gone. I am
picking up movement in your area, I believe-"
Crichton looked up at the cell and quietly spoke into his
communicator, "Uh...hold on Pilot." He then switched off his
communication and attempted to sneak towards the cell.
He had heard the man coming before he had actually scene him.
He tried to hide, quickly ducking into the nearest empty room
he could find and pressing his back to the side wall. Then he
listened. When he first heard someone shout the name, he could
have sworn his ears were playing tricks on him but then the
oice. It was too real, too familiar. Then, in a sudden flash
of realization, things began to fall into place, thoughts and
equations racing into his head. Memories from long ago, things
he’d thought he’d forgotten.
Memories of before the battles, before the constant possibility
of death looming over, before everything bad. But how...this
couldn’t be happening, it was impossible. Unless- the courses’
trajectory angle was right. By all accounts it should have just
carried him to a safer place, far away from the battle, away
from immediate danger. Nothing this drastic, NOTHING like this
at all.
Oh god, what had he done? He closed his eyes when the man began
to speak more softly. He had to think, he couldn’t be caught now.
Explaining his situation was too risky, it could ruin everything.
Then, he heard the footsteps again and opened his eyes.
John closed in and readied himself. He knew this would not be an
easy confrontation for either of them, but if he didn’t catch the
kid now who knew what D’Argo or Aeryn would do to stop him? He
was ready for anything when he entered the cell, or so he thought.
Before Crichton could actually round the corner, he saw the flash
of a boot before it made contact with his head. He fell back onto
the ground and heard footsteps running fast in the other direction.
John quickly got up, but stopped when he tasted the blood in his
mouth. Aeryn rounded the corner and ran over to him, her ever-ready
pulse riffle resting against her hip. "What happened to you?"
John wiped blood from his lip and looked at it then towards the
direction the young man had ran. "He sucker kicked me! Think he
knocked out a tooth while he was at it-"
Before he could finish Aeryn was already running off after the boy.
John stared in shock as she left.
"Oh yeah, ‘Are you okay John?’ Yeah, I’m fine thank you for your
concern.", he muttered and ran after her. "Are you sure there’s no
sign of him?" "I can detect no out of the ordinary signs of
movement anywhere on the ship", Pilot rechecked his console, as if
to make sure. It had been over two arns now since the pilot of the
strange ship had disappeared and other than the attack on Crichton
no one could find a trace of him. They had finally gathered in
command after checking every teir on Moya, allowing the DRDs to
finish the search in the venting ducts. Aeryn shook her head and
looked up at the holo-image of Pilot.
"You mean to tell us there is nothing? He couldn’t have simply
disappeared like that!"
"Officer Sun, Commander Crichton managed to hide around Moya for
over three solar days before anyone could find him", Pilot calmly
reminded her. Aeryn looked over and eyes John, "Yes, perhaps he is
a human then. That might account what he’s so good at hiding."
Crichton ignored the comment and shook his head. He had looked over
all of what D’Argo had found in the craft, and he could recognize
none of it. True, some things were in English, but they all
appeared just to identify the different tools or objects found.
Nothing personal, nothing that could explain who the new renegade
onboard Moya was. "This is not working", Zhaan stepped closer to
the others. "I believe he is afraid, we are all total strangers to
him and if he is from Earth he has no idea where he is or how he
arrived here."
"Great, another human, just what we need when we’re in enough danger
as it is!", D’Argo growled and crossed his arms. He would not admit
it, but the idea of this man being human frightened him. He had
compared what he had found in this new ship with what he knew of
Crichtons vessel. They were much different, the Farscape VI being
much more advanced in technology. The idea that a race could grow
so fast in wisdom and technology scared him, it was too much like
how the Peacekeepers came into power. "Whatever his species, his craft
seems harmless enough. There were no signs of actual weapons onboard
correct?", Zhaan glanced up at D’Argo then at John.
"I found what looks like some kind of Peacekeeper riffle, but the
symbols on it do not match. Still, trusting the little-", D’Argo was
cut off by a loud crash down the hall.
"Moya has detected movement nearby, and it is too large to be Rygel or
a DRD", Pilot looked up from the controls once more. Aeryn immediately
sprung into action, going towards where the sound had come from,
followed closely by John and D’Argo. Zhaan sighed and glanced at Chiana
who sat against a console and shrugged.
"By the goddess, I pray he is intellegent enough to give up without a
fight." Chiana merely smirked at the remark, "Oh, you know Crichton.
He’d never let them do anything to the imp, even if he had a gun to
Johns head." Zhaan looked towards where the others had run. For once,
she hoped Chiana was right about this. They had already witnessed so
much death aboard this ship, it would hurt to see another possible
innocent slain because of fear and hate.
Crichton, Aeryn, and D’Argo had cornered him near the terrace. Even
Aeryn had to admit he was quick, and very cunning. He seemed to somehow
know where he was headed, like he had studied to lay out of Moya before.
It had taken a few microts before Pilot managed to seal his only exits
from this teir, trapping the young man between a wall and his three
pursuers. As they closed in on him, he didn’t dare look any of them in
the faces. His head darted around, as if looking for some form of
escape, but there was none. Aeryn raised her weapon, not aiming but
enough to show intent. "Put your hands on your head and freeze where
you are!" He finaly looked up at him, his face cool and stern. Crichton
realized this was the first time he had gotten a good look at his eyes.
Ice blue in color, yet somehow they seemed very dark. He remembered
seeing eyes similar, but he couldn’t place where or when. He found them
easy to read, and they sent their message loud and clear. No matter
what his face read, this kid was somewhere between terrified and
astonished. D’Argo and Aeryn however didn’t pick this up as easily.
Again, Aeryn ordered him to place his hands over his head, and this
time he reluctantly complied. Aeryn lowered her weapon and walked over
with D’Argo and John backing her.
"Who are you?", Aeryn began to search him for weapons.
"I am not authorized to say", his accent and tone seemed Peacekeeper,
but Aeryn could pick up something was not quite right. She finished her
search, satisfied he was unarmed and spoke again.
"Where do you come from?"
He looked up sternly into her face and spoke cooly. "I am not authorized
to say." D’Argo growled and grabbed him by the throat, slamming his body
into the wall. The boy struggled for a moment before giving up, knowing
there was no way he could escape the Luxan’s grip until the warrior
decided to release him. D’Argo pulled his face close to his new
prisoneers and seethed. "Are you with the Peacekeepers?!"
John was amazed at the young mans tone, even with a raging Luxan
yelling in his face. His face didn’t flinch, nor did his eyes seem to
reveal anything. He simply answered in one word.
"No."
It was the way that he had said it that shocked Crichton. He had
never heard any word spoken with so much hatred yet sound so calmly.
It became obvious even to D’Argo and Aeryn this was not someone
friendly with the local PK armada.
D’Argo released his grip, dropping the kid to the ground. He simply
stood up and took straightened into an attention stance. Crichton
didn’t know what the think, and apparently neither did the others by
the looks on their faces. It was obvious this kid had had some form
of military training, but he appeared Sebacian. Crichton finally
decided it was his turn to speak. "We don’t want to hurt you. We
just want to know where you come from and who you are."
"Where I come form and my identity are not important. What is
important is that I get back to where I was, otherwise millions may
die." "What do you mean?", John couldn’t imagine how someone this
young could be responsible for so many lives.
"I am not authorized to explain, but I implore you to believe what I
say as the truth. I mean no harm to your ship, I just...", he broke
off suddenly and looked directly at John. The stern mask on his face
was starting to break, and Crichton could see an urnist look begining
to peek through. "I just want to get home..."
The words hit John hard. He knew them all to well, he knew the same
feeling. Suddenly, Crichton felt he could relate with the younger man,
like they had a common goal. He nodded slowly and looked the kid in
the eyes. "You will....don’t worry. You will..."
