Like Father, Like Son 5
Author: Christy
Rating: PG/PG-13? (possible language and violence later on)
Part: 5
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).
*****
He lay awake, staring up at the ships cieling. They had finally
stopped asking questions and given him a room to rest in arns
ago, but no matter what he did he couldn't sleep. He needed to
get home, and this little game wasn't helping. Even being called
Kevin was getting on his last nerve. 'Of all the people in the
universe, why'd I have to pick HIM to get a name from...?', but
then the other part of him knew the reason. He couldn't tell them
who he really was, it would send things off balance. Hell, it
might even result in him never even existing. 'Slow down there
Bud, don't think like that...'. He put his hands under his head.
There was a good part to all this...at least he got to see her
again. He closed his eyes and remembered his childhood more
clearly. True, she deffinently had a different attitude of him
here, but it was her. He closed his eyes tighter, he wouldn't cry.
He was stronger than that, he didn't even cry at the funeral.
He knew she died how she wanted to: a warriors death. 'Still hurts
like hell though...'. he shook the memories of that day out of
his mind. His body was exausted and he needed sleep. A few microts
later, he forced himself into unconsciousness.
"I still don't trust him!", Aeryn argued on her way to command.
John walked beside her, curious as to why she was acting so coldly
to the kid. "Why not? What has he done to you?"
Aeryn stopped and eyed Crichton. Could he really be so naïve? She
knew the young man was lying about his name, and probably about
other things to. Why couldn't Crichton see it to, or are humans all
so ignorant? She softened slightly, seeing the serious look in his
eyes. How in hezmana did that look always weeken her like this?
"John..he just... The was he acts around us. He's hesitent about
telling us anything, as if he has to plan out things before he
says them." "What's wrong with that? Maybe he's just trying to word
them right." "Exactly, it's not natural. Even for a Peacekeeper,
not everything said is thought out exactly. And his name...he cringes
whenever you call him 'Keavan'."
"Kevin", John corrected her. "Look, I kinda figured he's lying about
the name too. But still, what's in a name?" "If he can lie to us about
that, who's to say he's not lying about everything else?", she saw his
expression change. He really wanted this man to be from Earth didn't
he? She sighed, trying to choose her words carefully. "All I'm
saying is we need to be cautious. For all we know, he really is with
the Peacekeepers."
Crichton nodded slowly. "Aeryn, may I see you in my quarters?", Zhaan
spoke through Aeryns communicator."Yes, I'll be right there Zhaan", she
looked up at John and their eyes met. He smiled and she turned to walk
away. Aeryn entered Zhaans room to find the priestess busy working over
a console. "You wanted to see me?"
Zhaan looked up and smiled. "Yes, Aeryn I just wanted to make sure your
new nerve tissue is not being rejected by your body." Aeryn stared at
her confused. "I'm fine Zhaan, if iit had been rejected I would have
known by now." Zhaan nodded and looked back at the counsil. "Yes, but
I have been reading past reports about incodents occuring months after
the tissue damage was repaired. Please, I would feel safer if you let
me take a sample and examine it for myself."
Aeryn reluctantly agreed and Zhaan smiled again, standing up. "Thank
you, I assure you this will not hurt at all." She picked up a small
device and walked over to the Sebacian to retrieve the sample.
John walked into command to find D'Argo saying something to Pilot.
"--the signal." "What signal is that Big Guy?", John startled D'Argo
who turned quickly. "D'Argo and I were just discussing how we are
going to fix a problem on teir six", Pilot quickly covered for him.
"I was to...have the DRD with him begin drilling when he was ready."
John looked at both of them suspiciously but then shrugged. It
wasn't really any of their business what they were doing anyway,
right? He walked over to another console and looked over at Pilots
image. "So, anything else need to be done around here?"
"Actually yes, there is a DRD in the cargo bay that appears to have
malfuntioned. Moya and I would apritiate it if you went there and
repaired it."
John grinned. "As good as done my man", he turned and walked out of
the command. D'Argo looked back at Pilots image. "Thank you Pilot,
is everything ready?" Pilot looked on his console, "Yes, Moya has
agreed to it. All that is left is for John to visit the cargo bay
and the DRD to collect the sample." As John entered the cargo bay,
the first thing he heard was a squeak from behind one of Rygels old
good storage containers. He walked over to find the little machine
running into one of Moya's walls over and over again. 'Pilot wasn't
kiddin, this poor thing has lost it.' Slowly, he reached down to
pick it up when- "OW!!!!", John jumped back and fell on the floor.
He looked at his hand then at the DRD as it spead out of the room.
"The little bastard stabbed me!" He put the side of his finger in his
mouth, trying to stop the small wound from bleeding.
_____
"Cut transmission", the captain ordered. The communications officer
looked at him as if he had gone insane and the admiral glared.
"If you dare cut communications Crichton, I swear-", Crichton just
looked up at cold faced Talyn right back.
"You'll what admiral? Demote me?" The admiral glared right back.
"I care for him as much as you do captain, but the value of your crew
is far more important than one pilots life, no matter who that pilot
may be." "You didn't seem to think that two years ago...", those words
struck the admiral hard. His expression turned again suddenly, but
before he could respond the screen went blank.
"Connection cut Sir.." The young girl looked up at him, "Talyn seemed
to dislike what Admiral Costin had to say.." The captain grinned and
looked back over at her. "One obstacle out of the way. I...believe I
should retire to my quarters, please inform me if anything turns up."
He turned and walked out, leaving the rest of the bridge crew to get
to work. The captain entered his room and sat down on the bed, rubbing
his eyes. This had been a long day... How could he let something like
this happen? He had should never had approved the plans to check this
planet for supplies. They had picked up evidence of Peacekeeper activity,
but he ignored it. How could he have been such an idiot? What has it
cost him? He felt tears begin to well up in his eyes, but he couldn't
cry. He had to be stronger than that. What if he was ordered up to the
bridge after he had been crying? He couldn't dishearten the others like
that. They would find him, they just had to have faith.
He heard the door open and quickly looked up. He smiled, seeing who had
entered the room. "John, it is not your fault...", Zhaan walked over and
say beside him on the bed. She was now the only one who remained, even
after finding her home world she refused to leave him and Aeryn in the
chaos going on around them. They had barely even talked D'Argo into
leaving, but in a way it didn't work. The Luxans joined as allies in
their cause, with D'Argo as their grand Le'Ra (emperor/warrior). Even
as he sat here thinking, D'Argo and his son were probably gaining
victories in some other part of the galaxy. And then there was Rygel.
He contributed, in his own selfish sort of way. He provided their
cause with rations and supplies...sometimes. But now, there was only
himself and Zhaan left. The only members of the original crew who still
remained on Moya's child. He felt her put a hand on his shoulder,
trying to comfort him, much the way she had two years before. It
didn't work then, and it didn't work now.
"Please Zhaan...I just.." "You need to talk about it John. You can't
keep blaming yourself whenever things like this happen."
He looked over at her and shook his head. "I should have noticed the
attack coming, if only I'd--" "No one saw it coming, the Peacekeepers
trapped us. It is a mirical we only lost on ship in the attack."
"Yes, but why did it have to be him? Why not someone else...?" Zhaan
sighed and squeezed his shoulder. "Perhaps it was destiny John. He
may still be alive. It was destiny that you came to us was it not?
Perhaps your son has his own to fill..." He watched as she stood and
glided out of the room. How could she seemed to be making sense?
"Captain!", a young voice came over his communicator. He smiled,
recognizing it. "Yes Rachel?" "I think I may have found a way of
getting him back..." John felt his heart start to race and stood up.
"I'll be right there!"