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Author: Sorlk Lewis
Summary: Action, adventure, romance. I can't think of how to summarize this except with those three words so just deal with it.
Rating: definitely PG-13, maybe even strong PG-13, J&A/Action/Adventure, MAJOR SHIPPINESS as in 'The Flax' and 'A Human Reaction' kind of shippiness, I think.
Spoilers: I have no frelling clue so I will just say every episode up until now, including "The Way We Weren't" and "Picture If You Will".
Disclaimer: I hate to say this, but I don't own a single stroke of genius of FarScape. This story if an original idea of mine, and if there are any similarities between this and future FarScape episodes or other FarScape fanfiction, it is a complete accident. Back to the disclaimer, all things FarScape don't belong to me, yada, yada, yada, you get the point.
Archiving: Just keep my name with it and tell me where you're putting it.
Notes: OK, I had to write this cause I saw the little teaser clip for the new episodes. If you haven't seen it yet, I won't spoil it for you except by saying, WAHOO! OK, on to the fic!

PS- Here is the addy for the clip:
http://www.fortunecity.com/lavender/searchers/931/Season2/FSPVS2allneweps.mov
The first two microts are what count so you may have to freeze it or slow it down so you don't miss the J&A shippy part.

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John Crichton, former IASA astronaut, now fugitive from the Universe, sat in his quarters contemplating his life.
Had he really been out in the Uncharted Territories for over a year and a half?
After everything and everyone, Namtar, Maldis, Crais, Scorpius, just to name a few.
"Commander Crichton?" Pilot's voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Yeah, watcha need Pilot?"
"We are approaching another commerce planet."
"That's good. We're low on food and supplies. So, Aeryn and D'argo going down again? Or Zhaan and D'argo? Or is everyone heading down?" asked John as he stood up and stretched.
"Actually Commander, you will be going down."
John did a double take when Pilot said that, "That's a joke, right Pilot? I mean, come on, my mug is plastered all over this end of the Universe. How the hezmana do you expect me not to be found out?"
"Commander Crichton, you will not be the only one who will travel planetside. Your presence is requested by the planets inhabitants. Officer Sun and Ka D'argo will explain it all in further detail before your departure. They are currently waiting in the docking bay for you."
John was deeply suspicious and confused, "All right, tell them I'll be there in a few microts."
"Done Commander."
John secured his pulse pistol in its holster on his right thigh and grabbed and extra clip for the Peacekeeper weapon.

Crichton walked into the docking bay, instantly taking notice that all of Moya's crew was present.
"Hey guys, What's up?"
Aeryn turned around and gave him a peculiar look, "What do you mean 'up'? There is nothing up."
"Never mind Sunshine. Just another one of my Crichtonisms'. OK, why am *I* going down to the planet? It's already risky enough with you guys going down without me. What's the deal?"
D'argo grumbled, "A group of Sebaceans wish to speak with you. They claim to not be affiliated with the Peacekeepers and that they have their own military force."
"OK…how the hell do they know we are even here, let alone who I am and that I'm on board?"
Aeryn looked at John, "That is what we would like to know also. So, D'argo, you, and I will be traveling down to the planet."
Crichton rubbed the back of his neck and laughed sarcastically, "I don't think so. I'm fine with going down, but we can't be split up again like we were after the Gammak Base. You or D'argo come with me, not the both of you though."
D'argo began to protest only to receive a warning glance from Zhaan.
Aeryn didn't like the idea at all, "Crichton…"
"No Aeryn. We are gonna do it this way. What if Moya has to take off with out all of us? We don't need her and the rest of the crew absentee of a warrior, do we?"
"Fine, but I will be coming with you." Replied Aeryn, she wouldn't budge on one thing and going with him was that thing.
"OK, so it'll just be the two of us then?" Asked John as he looked at the rest of the crew.
Everyone nodded and murmured in agreement.

Crichton stepped out of the transport and took a deep breath of the fresh and fragrant air.
The mingling scents of blooming plants and fresh food were a welcome relief compared to the stale air of Moya.
"Welcome John Crichton. I am glad your shipmates convinced you to come."
John turned to the soft voice and found it came from a tall and beautiful Sebacean woman, definitely the 'blond bombshell' type.
"Hi…you are?" Asked John cautiously.
"Oh, my name is Naol. I am the ruler of this city."
Naol turned to Aeryn who had just exited the transport, "You must be the Peacekeeper."
John and Aeryn both didn't like her tone when she said that, "Actually ex-Peacekeeper Aeryn Sun." Said John, trying to quickly diffuse the situation that might develop.
"Yes, I am no longer a Peacekeeper." Said Aeryn strongly and proudly.
Naol smiled as best as she could and turned back to John, "Yes, well, my business is with you John Crichton."
John stole a quick glance at Aeryn and then asked, "And what might that be?"
Naol turned around and started walking towards what could only be described as a mansion, "Maybe we should discuss it in private John Crichton."

"Look lady, whatever you have to say to me, you can say to Aeryn cause I'll tell her it anyway. Got it?"
Crichton was becoming annoyed quickly and after everything he had been through his fuse was considerably short.
Naol did not look pleased, yet she allowed Aeryn to remain in the room.
"We are having a problem with the Peacekeepers," she paused briefly for a reaction from the two, but to her disappointment received none.
"We need a leader and strategic advisor. We need you John Crichton. We have all heard of your heroic feats against the Peacekeepers and that is why we want you to lead us against them."
Crichton closed his eyes and chuckled softly as he chewed his thumbnail.
Aeryn looked at him with a puzzled expression on her face and then realized what he was thinking.
"Will you do it John Crichton?" Asked Naol finally.
"Oh sure, the guys I'm running from, instead I'll just run to them."
Naol did not like Crichton's sarcasm, "This is a serious matter John Crichton. We aren't asking for you to take on all of the Peacekeepers, just the Peacekeeper outposts on this planet."
After several more microns of silence, John finally spoke, "I'll think about it. Until then, we need supplies for our ship including food. Right Aeryn?"
"Right. We need food and replacement parts for your module and my Prowler."

After returning to Moya with one monens worth of food supplies, Aeryn and Crichton returned to the planet per request.
Naol was holding a banquet that night and wished for Crichton to attend.
It had taken the entire time on the transport for John to convince Aeryn to go with him, and he finally succeeded.
"Thanks Aeryn for coming with me. I think that Naol lady likes me a little too much."
Aeryn smiled inwardly that John didn't like that Sebacean woman, "Well you certainly 'bugged' me enough about it."
John started laughing when she had used one of his Erp expressions.

The banquet was long and boring to Aeryn and Crichton, although they enjoyed the fresh food immensely.
Afterwards, the two shipmates were escorted to their rooms.
John noticed how the long, wide white stone hall did not echo at all; it was strangely eerie.
The tapestries hanging on the walls' reminded him of a gothic castle he had once toured in Germany.
"Here are your rooms'." Said one of the large bulky guards.
"Thanks Lurch." Said John as he opened the door to his room and walked in.
Aeryn followed him in.
The two had become a team; whenever they had to stay anywhere, they always checked all of the rooms for escape routes and listening devises.
As John was checking around the large wooden dresser for anything suspicious, a memory flashed through his mind and he started to laugh.
"What the frell is so funny Crichton?" Asked Aeryn, more than a little annoyed.
John sat down on the couch on the far wall as he kept chuckling, "Just a movie on Earth. I kinda feel like I belong in it, minus all the non-Sebaceans."
Aeryn gave him her patented 'you are so bizarre' look and kept checking the room.
"A movie, Aeryn, is a visual recording for entertainment. Usually the movie is fictional."
"Right," Aeryn turned around to face John, "This room looks secure. I'll just be leaving now."
John jumped up and tried to block her way, "No help Aeryn? Not even a goodnight?"
Aeryn froze in front of him. She could have easily gotten out, but there was something she couldn't explain that was stopping her.
John was wearing his goofy grin which had not been seen much of late.
Aeryn stood just there, trying to decipher what it was about this human that made her so attracted to him and feel so safe around him that she could confide very personal things with him.
The incident with Velorek and the video recording recently only strengthened their relationship, or at least that is what Aeryn thought.
"Aeryn? Wohoo, you still in there Aeryn?" Asked John as he waved his hand in front of her face.
Aeryn shook herself from her thoughts, "Yes, where else would I be?"
John smiled again, "You just looked like you 'zoned' out for a microt, that's all. By the way, what where you thinking about?"
"Nothing." She answered defensively, a little to quickly for John's liking.
"Aeryn, I know you were thinking about something, so what was it?"
Aeryn suddenly realized how close John was to her, and even though she liked it, it still made her uncomfortable, "Look, it's nothing. I'll just be going, we both need to get some sleep."
John gently placed his hand on her arm as she stepped around him. It stopped her dead in her tracks.
"I'll take the couch, you take the bed. It'll be safer if we both are in the same room." He said softly.
"All right."
Aeryn pulled off her boots and climbed into the large bed.
Crichton also removed his boots and the turned his vest into a makeshift pillow.
"Good night Aeryn." Said Crichton as he turned out the lights.
"Goodnight John."

Naol and her advisors all sat around a large table, most with worry stricken faces'.
"You should have told him." Said one of the older counsel members.
"He would not have even considered helping us if we had." Replied a younger man.
"Yes, and he hasn't even said yes to helping us yet." Stated another member.
After several microts of silence, all attention fell on Naol who sat at the head of the table, deep in thought.
"Naol?"
"We have already encountered a problem."
"The Peacekeeper?"
"Yes, the ex-Peacekeeper Aeryn Sun."

To Be Continued…