Like Father, Like Son 3

Author: Christy

Rating: PG/PG-13? (possible language and violence later on)

Part: 3

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).

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‘Impossible...’, Zhaan started blankly at the readings.

When the bio-scanner had first displayed the results,

Zhaan didn’t believe her own eyes. The idea was so

unbelievable that she thought Moya had perhaps made an

error. She rechecked her findings again and again, until

she couldn’t possibly come up any other conclusion. How

was she going to tell John this? He needed to know, but

the results could send him false hopes. And then there

was dealing with the reaction from the rest of the crew,

particularly Aeryn. She knew the ex-Peacekeeper would not

take it well. Her training would prevent her from believing

the truth, that such a child could ever exist.

Zhaan shut off the scanner and made her decision. She would

tell them when the time was correct, but not before. Still,

she herself also needed conference. The only one onboard who

could possibly understand the situation was D’Argo. Perhaps

with his help they could figure out what this all means.

Meanwhile, she needed to keep the results from Crichton. She

would tell him only when the time was right, but not before.



"I will ask you again, who are you and where did you get this

ship?", Aeryn stood in front of the young man. She had been

drilling him for half an arn, but he refused to give them any

useful information about himself. She was beginning to doubt

his non-assosiation with the Peacekeepers from the way he so

easily avoided her gaze as well as his constant military baring.

Either he had had some form of combat and military review

training by the PK's before or he was a member of another form

of military group. She almost lost her temper hearing him speak

again, in the same tone as before with the same answer he’d been

giving her the entire time. "I am not authorized to say."

This was worse than back when she interrogated Giliana on the

Zelbinion. It was pointless, the boy would never speak.

Frustrated, she glanced over at Crichton, hoping that maybe he

could back her up. The human just stood there, leaning against

the ship and shrugged.

Aeryn held back yelling at him, knowing it would do no good. No

matter what she said to that man, he always seemed to have some

comment or "Urp saying" to throw back at her. To her, it had to be

the most annoying this about him, but also the most interesting...

She shook herself out of it and looked back at the young man who

remained at attention. ‘This is going to take awhile...’, she

sighed and tried to think of a way to get something out of him.

She respected silence at first, being a former Peacekeeper herself

she knew the punishment for saying to much to her enemies. It was

the same crime that had doomed her to roaming the uncharted

territories for the rest of her life.

But now, his denial was just becoming annoying. They needed answers.

She stared at the man for a long moment before finally asking a new

question, "What is your age?"

From the shocked expression on his face, Crichton could tell that

one caught him by surprise. He hesitated a moment before answering

back, "..Nineteen cycles."

John stood up straight. He didn’t expect an answer for that either,

maybe Aeryn was onto something. He decided that maybe now was a good

time to finally ask the question he’d wanted to ask from the

beginning. "Are you from Earth?" Again, the young man seemed a little

shocked. Aeryn shot John a look, but the human ignore it. The young

man turned his gaze from Aeryn and looked John straight in the face.

"Not...exactly." Crichtons’ heart begin to race. Could it be, finally

another human? Someone who maybe even had some idea how to get home?

He stepped closer, standing beside an equally shocked Aeryn. "What do

you mean "not exactly"?" The boy twinged inside. Okay, he blew it.

There was no way he was going to get around this question, not

anymore. Now it was only a matter of how much to tell. He could only

hope that revealing this much didn’t have consequences. He need to

start on the broader side of things. With any luck, they wouldn’t ask

too many questions and he could be home free within a couple arns,

"I’m with the E.U.D.F."

Aeryn and John stared in confusion. The young man hesitated again,

waiting for some kind of reaction. Finally Crichton shook his head,

"The what?" "It stands for the Earth United Defense Force."

"You’re with a military force from Earth...? That’s..I mean...", John

stumbled at his words. Was this kid messing with his head? How could

something like this exsist and he not know about it?

The young man nodded. "Yes sir, and might I say it is an honor to meet

you John Crichton." That one threw John for a loop. He stared at him in

shock. What the hell was this kid talking about and how did he know his

name? They hadn’t told him anything and as far as they knew he didn’t

access any of Moya’s data.

He looked over at Aeryn who seemed equally as lost as to what this kid

was saying. The boy caught on to their reactions and knew he needed to

tell them something before they started asking questions again. "My

name is...Kevin Park. My rank is sergeant", he looked at them both. They

seemed to be buying it. "I....was flying a routine mission when a squad

of Prowlers ambushed me from behind and opened fire. I managed to evade

them for a short time, but eventually was forced to make an atmospheric

dive in hopes of recreating the ‘Crichton Maneuver’-"

"Whoa whoa whoa, slow down! What ‘Crichton Maneuver’?", John was now

completely lost at what this guy was talking about. The young man grinned

slightly. Yep, they were buyin this hook, line, and sinker. "The move

you made famous the first time you opened your wormhole. However, I

believe I miscalculated and something went wrong. The last thing I

remember was entering the wormhole and then waking up on this ship.

I...believe that possibly the wormhole represented not only a rift in

space but one in time as well." "A rift in time..?"

He nodded. "Yes. As Einstein’s theory states that wormholes are not just

temporal rifts in space but also in time. I’m afraid the one my ship

entered carried me here, to this time period."

Crichton stared at Kevin, trying to figure if he was telling the truth

of not. The idea sounded possible, but the odds... He looked over at

Aeryn who also stared at the young man. It was obvious she didn’t believe

a word of it. "Do you have any proof of who you are?"

‘DAMN! Why don’t she just fry me already’, the boy glanced over at his

ship. Maybe...there was a chance after all. "Uh...yeah, my identification

chip is in the ship." Aeryn looked at Crichton. "Yeah yeah, I’m goin I’m

goin", the human walked over to the ship and climbed into the cockpit.

Memories of the first time he arrived here in his own Farscape module

flashed into his mind, but he banished them. A glint on the dashboard

caught his eye and he picked up a small bracelet of some sort.

"This it?", he held up the object as he jumped down from the vessel.

Kevin nodded, "Yes, just scan it into any sensor. I must warn you though,

the language on the chip is ‘Atlarian’."

That got Aeryn’s attention. She turned back to Kevin, her eyes cold. "How

do your people know that language?" "Relax, it’s kind of another long

story..", Aeryns eyes just grew colder and Kevin cringed. ‘Definitely

don’t wanna be on her bad side..’, "I’m not sure...are you aware of the

mintakalm?" John noticed Aeryn’s gaze shift. His translator microbes

didn’t catch exactly what Kevin said, but it obviously was something she

knew all too well. "Minto-who?"

"An underground..", Aeryn regained her stone cold expression. "They are

a group of terrorists, Sebacians gone astray. Their goal is to eliminate

the Peacekeepers. We are taught from birth that they no longer exists

though, not since the War of Powers."

"That’s not true, the Minakalm went underground after losing a large

percentage of their force but we never eliminated. In fact, they are

allies to Earth, which is why all official messages and files are in

Atlarian. Since no PK knows it, they can’t decipher it", Kevin grinned.

"If it were not for the Minakalm, humans would have been wiped out in the

first attacks. "Crichtons expression once again turned. "Wait, what

attacks?" "Uh...giving out that information is too risky. I will not be

responsible for altering the circumstances. I’m sorry."



"Are you positive these results are accurate?", D’Argo stared at the

readings, much the same way Zhaan had earlier. Zhaan nodded. "Yes, I

have checked and rejected. It is the only explanation." "That means...

he is half Sebacean and half Human? That is absurd! There are no humans

anywhere else out here!" "Yes, and there is also one Sebacean on this

ship.." D’Argo shot a look up at the Devlian. "No, the child is too old!

It can’t..." Zhaan sighed and looked back at the readings. "Perhaps there

is another explanation, but until then I would like to compare genetics

samples from the byo with that of John and Aeryn." "They will not agree

with it..." "I was not planning on asking them", Zhaan looked over at

D’Argo who looked back at her. What the frell was she talking about?!

Then he realized what she had planned.. "Oh no! I will not--"

"Please dear D’Argo. The sooner we learn who this boy is, the sooner we

may find why he is here." D’Argo mumbled something under his breath and

looked at the readings once more. This was insane....