Dacaen's Story (2/5)
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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Dacaen's Story (2/5)
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Dacaen wondered through Moya, thinking about his conversation with his
mentor, the old man. It had been a long time since he had seen his
Master, not since he left for Ikron IV, where he joined the
Peacekeepers. Within a few cycles they had betrayed him and ran like
cowards from the existence of unexplainable things.
Suddenly, as he turned a corner, he came upon Aeryn. He stopped and
looked at her with questioningly.
"Why were you watching me?" she asked when the other Sebacean didn't
question her presence. He smiled.
"I was admiring your skills," he replied as he circled her. "Your
strength. You would've made an excellent commando…"
"Thank you." Aeryn looked at Dacaen warily. "Would you… spar with me
perhaps?"
Dacaen nodded. "It would be my honor."
Together they walked back to the cargo bay, where they found Crichton,
who had been searching for Aeryn. Much to Aeryns dismay, Dacaen invited
him to watch them spar, and she was happy when he declined quickly. She
didn't like spectators, especially Crichton. He left, saying he would
speak with her later.
John waited until the door had closed behind him, before walking towards
Command, where he found Zhaan and D'Argo, who were talking to each
other. They looked at him, abruptly stopping what they had been
discussing. Noticing he was interrupting their conversation, he told
them that, should they need him, he could be found on the Terrace.
*Two Arns later*
John looked up as Aeryn and Dacaen entered the Center chamber. Aeryn sat
down next to John, while Dacaen sat down opposite to them.
"I hope you two had fun." John said as he brushed a strand of Aeryn's
hair behind her ear.
Aeryn, knowing what Crichton meant by fun, answered before Dacaen could.
"We did. Dacaen is quite a formidable opponent."
Dacaen laughed at that. "Even if I had trained in hand-to-hand combat
all those years, I wouldn't be able to defeat such a skilled soldier as
you."
"Crichton," Aeryn said, stopping the discussion, seeing that John was
looking at Dacaen rather strangely. "You said you wanted to speak with
me."
John looked at Aeryn and nodded. They excused themselves, steering Aeryn
towards their quarters.
When John was sure that they were alone, he looked at her. "What's wrong
with you lately?" he asked. "You've been tense and you yell at me for no
reason." He tried to hold her, but she stepped out of his reach.
Aeryn glared at him and started to pace. "There's nothing wrong with me.
I'm fine, stop asking me all the time," she replied.
John followed her with his eyes. He knew that she didn't like it when
she was pushed, but this had been going around long enough already. He
wanted answers and he wasn't going to stop until he either had them or
Aeryn knocked him out cold.
"No." He said persistently. "There's something not right here. You're
hardly getting any sleep. It all started after we got back from that
weird planet, where we found Dacaen," Crichton said. He cocked his head
at Aeryn. "Does Dacaen has anything to do with it?"
Aeryn laughed. "Are you jealous?" she asked teasingly.
John shrugged, not returning her teasing. "Why should I be jealous?
Dacaen is old, besides I hardly ever see him around the ship." He walked
closer to Aeryn. "If something is wrong, you can always tell me. I'm
here for you, I won't ever let you down." He spoke, his voice not more
than a whisper.
Aeryn tried to avoid his gaze by looking down, but Crichton lifted her
chin with a finger.
"Tell me what the problem is," he pushed further.
Aeryn turned away from John, her back to him. She stared at the stars,
seemingly pondering whether to give him what he wanted or not.
"Since we got back from the planet, I've been having these dreams…
nightmares. I don't understand them... the images are blurred... but the
screams…" She stopped for a microt, watching the ceiling, taking a deep
breath. "A few cycles ago, I was sent on a mission. We had to stop a
group of rebels who were terrorizing a local village. When we arrived in
the village, I discovered that the rebels weren't terrorizing the
village, it was the Peacekeepers. I… I couldn't do anything but follow
my orders. We killed everyone, the entire village, regardless of their
loyalties. We didn't even give them a chance..." She tried to hold back
the tears that were threatening to fall.
John came up behind her and embraced her, trying to give her some
comfort.
"It's okay… I understand. You did what they had ordered you to do. You
couldn't have done anything else." He said softly. "We all have dark
places in our past."
She turned around in his arms, pressing her face in his shoulder. "In
the dreams, I'm back in that village, and all I can do is watch."
"Is Dacaen involved in all this?" John asked.
Aeryn shook her head. "Not that I know of. I hadn't met with him before
we were on that planet," she said.
He nuzzled her shoulder. "It's okay, we'll get to the bottom of this.
Let's go see Zhaan, I'm sure she has something that can make you sleep
for a few arns." John said as he led her to the doorway.
Aeryn pulled back. "No! I don't want to be sedated," she started to
object.
John pulled her close to him. "Don't worry." He murmured. "I'll be right
beside you."
TBC
Let's be unfair and give you the rest tomorrow....