Dacaen's Story
Author: Leontien Bosch
Disclaimer: Farscape belongs to O'Bannon, Henson, and various others. I
don't own them. However, Dacaen is entirely owned by me, and so is the
story idea. (Trust me, I still own my braincells)
Notes: This is the last part I'm doing. No more blackmailing and
bribery. Anyways, this is the sequel to Darkness, Lightness and Between
Worlds. It's a bit dark, though, and you might not like what's
happening.
Rating: PG-13 (we, me and my muses, vote for it and this was the average
rating)
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Summary: Remember Dacaen, the old guy they found on the planet? Well,
here is his story...
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And now, go on to part I....
Dacaen's Story
Copyright Leontien Bosch 2000
As John entered Command, he took a moment to observe the former
Peacekeeper. On waking up, he had missed her warmth beside him and had
gone to search for her. Silently, he snuck up on her and softly
whispered "Boo..." in her ear. Before he had any chance to react, he was
lying flat on his face on the floor, her hands pressing his head to the
floor.
"Aeryn..." he squeaked, trying to get oxygen.
She applied a little bit more pressure before she let him go. She looked
at him and quickly got back on her feet. Instead of helping him, she
turned around to watch the viewscreen. John watched her from his
position on the floor, admiring the beauty in front of him. Then,
remembering her reaction a few seconds ago, he shook his head, got up
and moved to stand next to her.
"Aeryn, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing." she snapped, avoiding his gaze.
"No." he said firmly, and turned her chin towards him, forcing her to
look at him. "There's something wrong here." John remarked. "First,
D'Argo's supposed to be watching Command, you were on watch last night.
And second, did you just tried to kill me a minute ago?" He watched her
closely, trying to gauge the emotions that flashed in her eyes while he
was talking to her. He wasn't sure what he saw there.
She turned towards him, laughing. "I didn't try to kill you. If I had,
you would be dead." He tilted his head, conceding her point...
"And I couldn't sleep, and I didn't want to wake you and that's why I
went to Command. D'Argo wanted to sleep and I was awake, so we
switched... " she was beginning to ramble. It was something she didn't
like.
He shrugged. "So I guess that means you're not coming back to bed with
me?"
Aeryn shook her head.
"Oh well, your loss, 'cause it's my turn tomorrow night." He muttered as
he exited Command.
Aeryn watched his retreating back, absently lifting the puzzle-ring John
had given her a few weekens ago. She stared at it for a few microts,
before letting it slip from her fingers again.
*Arns Later*
Rygel floated towards the Center chamber, when Aeryn suddenly rounded
the corner and collided with him.
"Rygel! Watch out for once!" Aeryn snapped as she pushed him off of her.
The small Hynerian climbed back on his throne and looked at Aeryn's
retreating form until she disappeared around the next corner. He
muttered an Hynerian curse and then proceeded to his destination. As he
entered the Center chamber, he noticed Crichton sitting at a table. He
grabbed a full plate and munching on a foodcube, he hovered towards the
human.
"Your woman attacked me in the hallway. Is there something wrong between
you two?" Rygel asked.
John only glared at Rygel and then resumed staring at his nearly empty
plate. After a few microts of silence, Rygel shrugged, if you could call
it shrugging, and floated off to a nearby table.
"She's not my possession. Not on my world. Not in my culture..." John
said absently.
He stood up abruptly and left the room, his plate still on the table. As
soon as he was gone, Rygel hovered over to Crichton's plate, and emptied
the leftovers onto his own.
"It's a shame to waste good food..." He said and let another cube
disappear in his mouth.
*********
John walked towards Zhaan's quarters, hoping he would find the Delvian
there. He was worried about Aeryn's strange behavior lately. He had
tried to talk to Aeryn, but she just yelled at him, telling him that he
should just stay out of it. It was mostly followed by one of her usual
bad mood-insults. Now, he was determined to find out what was wrong. He
hoped Zhaan could help him, since he was sure she would know more about
Sebaceans and moods. Finally, he reached Zhaan's quarters. When he had
asked Pilot where Zhaan was, he had told him that the Delvian was in her
quarters. A quick look inside proved that Pilot had been right and that
the priestess was still in the room.
"Zhaan? Can I come in?" he asked, politely waiting at the door.
"Of course, John." she answered.
He looked around the room for a moment, until Zhaan motioned to a chair,
offering him a place to sit down.
"What is it John?" she asked when it became clear that he wasn't going
to start the conversation.
Crichton sighed. "Have you noticed anything… strange about Aeryn
lately?" he asked.
Zhaan contemplated her response for a moment. "She seems tense,
agitated…" Zhaan noted.
He nodded. "Yeah, I noticed that too, and I'm not the only one.
According to Rygel, she attacked him a quarter arn ago. I noticed that
she hasn't been sleeping much lately... it's just that I'm worried about
her. Is it something I did?" he looked at the Delvian, hoping she would
have a clear answer. He had considered that option, and thought about it
repeatedly, but try as he might, he couldn't think of anything he had
done wrong lately.
"I know I don't know much about Sebacean culture or habits or anything,
but she doesn't want to tell me what is wrong." John said. He held his
head in his hands, gazing at the floor.
Zhaan laid her hand on his arm and he looked up at her. "I'm sure you
have done nothing wrong. And it may very well be that we'll find nothing
to be wrong with her either," she said, smiling at him.
He nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Maybe it's just some woman
thing, hormones and stuff. Sebacean Hyper-rage… I'm going to try and
talk to her, maybe we can do it without yelling at each other." As
Crichton stood up, he noticed a familiar blue mask on a shelf.
"Isn't that…" he pointed at the mask.
"The mask you broke a while ago, yes. D'Argo was kind enough to repair
it for me. He is very good with his hands, I must say," Zhaan answered.
*********
Aeryn stormed towards the cargo bay. She was still furious with Rygel
for hovering into her and the cargo bay always gave her a peaceful
feeling. The Peacekeeper symbols gave her back a bit of the feeling of
control she had lost when she joined Moya's crew. Once she was fully at
ease, she started her daily workout. She had performed it innumerable
times and it had become a part of her life. She didn't notice the two
dark shadows that were watching her from the recesses of the room.
"I feel much strength in her…" Dacaen, the old Peacekeeper spoke softly,
watching the ex-Peacekeeper go through her daily ritual. Next to him
stood an old man, who simply nodded in return.
"Is she ready?" the old man asked.
Dacaen nodded.
"She seems restless…" the old man continued.
Dacaen turned to the old man.
"I assure you Master, I can teach her. All I need is your approval."
"You have my approval, Dacaen. You will train the Young One as I trained
you so many years ago. Now, I must leave, my time here is almost
passed."
Dacaen bowed before his Master, and when he looked up, the old man was
gone. Dacaen watched Aeryn finish the remainder of her exercise and then
he left as well.
TBC
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