foundout2

Found Out: Part 2
Author - Kavanne
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Summary - Future Fic.
Notes - This story is getting longer than I thought it would be, so there
will be a part 3.

He held on to Aeryn and Kristin as tight as he could, he wasn’t going to let
them be torn from him again. If they went, he did too. A man in a suit walked
in, the FBI.
“Hello John Crichton.” He got straight to the point, “Now why didn’t you
contact us when you first arrived eh?”
“I knew what would happen, I knew this would happen.” he replied solemnly.
“Who’s she?” he asked.
“I, your lowness, am Aeryn Sun. Now if you will kindly let us go back to our
home it would be much appreciated.” she asked nicely first, if she hadn’t
been pregnant she would be bouncing his head like a ball right about now. She
didn’t like him.
“No, you see, I can’t do that because we don’t know who you are.” the guy
replied raising an eyebrow.
“If we were aliens who wanted to invade Earth, we would have done it already.
If the peacekeepers can, anyone can.” he said with much remorse.
“Peacekeepers?”
“Nasty people. . . Kinda like you.” he said after a pause.
“You still retain your sense of humour then.”
“Ah, so now you believe that I am John Crichton.” Even Kristin understood
this and had to fight back laughter as did Aeryn. Aeryn leaned over a
whispered in Sebacean in Crichton’s ear,
“Kick his head in, like I taught you.”
“Aeryn we are not in the unchartered territories anymore, I beat him up, I
get put in jail.” he explained. “What d’ya wanna know?”
“Who you are.” The agent stated, this was so like one of those low budget,
bad stunt spy movies.
“I told you, I’m John Crichton.”
“He’s dead.” *Does this guy have a brain?* Crichton thought.
“No, he went through a wormhole.” Crichton informed him bitterly.
“I think it would be better if your wife and daughter left, don’t you?”
“No! I stay they stay.” he presented his ultimatum dryly. The guy turned and
left, Aeryn started to panic, and that was scary.
“You said this wouldn’t happen!” she blurted out in Sebacean, “You said we’d
be safe!” she did not know about the microphone embedded in the leg of the
table.
“We should have been, if it wasn’t for that frelling fire. Aeryn you knew
when you came here that you might get found out, we took that risk.”
“Well if we stayed on Moya then this would have never happened!”
“If we had stayed on Moya then Zhaan and the others would have never been
able to find sanctuary on that planet. They’ll be visiting soon anyway.” He
tried to remain composed.
“Maybe we could leave?” she suggested. The silence that followed was
excruciating, little did they know what was going on outside.
“Teeg, get over here. I want IASA informed to keep a look out, oh and make
sure this doesn’t leak.” Jack came up behind Jackson.
“So, Jackson, she’s an alien?”
“We believe so General.” he replied as he stood to attention, some military
habits never wear off.
John stood up as the door opened, Kristin had just gone to sleep and he
wasn’t having some PK wannabe wake her up. In walked DK.
“DK?” Crichton’s throat was suddenly like a desert, he couldn’t speak.
“John.” DK addressed formally and sat down.
“DK, how d’you. . .?”
“Your father told me and I came here and threatened I’d tell the press if I
didn’t see you.”
“Clever.” Crichton reasoned.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us?” Aeryn asked.
“Er, yeah, DK this is Aeryn, Aeryn this is DK.”
“Hey.” DK had calmed and was now acting like, well, DK. “So you’re the alien
then.” he closed his mouth instantly regretting what he had just said.
“They know?!”
“They’re watching you right now.”
“Where?” DK indicated the microphone silently. John pulled it out and stepped
on it.
DK had been silently shocked when he had first entered because all John and
Aeryn had been able to grab before they exited the burning house was the
suitcase housing their PK leathers in and now were dressed in them. They
still fitted perfectly, apart from Aeryn’s trousers that didn’t quite do up
but that’s understandable, even though they hadn’t worn them for 1 1/2 cycles.
“You look. . . different.” DK said, well he did.
“Do I?”
“You’re wearing leather!” he joked.
“Well, it’s all we could find.”
“I hope your kids don’t take after you!”
“So do I. I hope they take after their mother and kick PK butt!” he said
defiantly. The suitcase in the corner of the room caught his eye. “Aeryn did
they check our case when we came?” he asked tentatively, keeping his eyes on
the case at all times.
“No why?” she asked bemused. He made noises like a pulse rifle blast. “Oh
frell! John we have to, we have to get to my prowler!”
“No wait,” he turned to DK, “DK are you with us or them?” he asked, the very
same way Aeryn had asked him on the false Earth.
“You.” There was no competition really.
“Good. There aren’t any more microphones or cameras are there?”
“No, take a look for yourself if you want.”
“We trust you.” Aeryn replied.
“These guys are slacking so we shouldn’t have any problems, how many guns do
we have?” Aeryn left Kristin on the table and checked the suitcase.
“2 rifles and 3 pulse guns, 2 spare cartridges.”
“DK, you are in charge of getting Kristin back to Vicky, you should be safe
there. Aeryn and I will cover you and come to pick you up once we have
retrieved the prowler. Moya should be up there in about 7 hours.” He hadn’t
done anything like this for ages and had forgotten what the adrenalin rush
felt like, it was good. “Man I should never have given this up.” he said to
himself.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“The rifle works like any other gun, if it runs out take the cartridge out
like this, and slot this one in.” He showed DK. Aeryn was briefing Kristin on
the fact she was to stay quiet and go with ‘Uncle DK’ to Vicky and wait there.
“(You ready?)” He nodded back, DK had already gone out pretending Kristin was
sick, he might have to shoot a few people to get off the base though.
“Help!” Aeryn shouted to get someones attention and open the door. An air
force guy came in and was met with 2 flying punches in his face, when he woke
up the alarm would be sounded.
“Now remember, if you have to shoot someone hit their arm or leg on the
lowest setting. I do not want to kill anyone.”
“Right, just think of it as a Gammak base.”
“Sure thing, Aeryn.” There was no one else in the hall, they walked down
pulse rifles and guns in hand. Aeryn and John were both afraid for Kristin’s
safety, but even more afraid for their unborn child.
They alternated leading, they vaguely remembered the way they had been
brought in. A guard was standing at the commanders door, *Only 1, Maybe
they’ve all got the flu?* Crichton thought as Aeryn whistled, again, to get
the attention of the guard, they were not having a fight right outside the
door. He came to investigate. As he rounded the corner Aeryn tried to sound
as innocent as possible, but spoke in Sebacean to buy her the time she needed.
“Excuse me you don’t mind if I give you a pantak jab do you?” And with that
he was on the floor. They crept past.
“John, up here, in the ducts. I think this is the one I saw on the way in
that leads out.”
“You’re the boss.” he shrugged and hauled himself up after her. After about
10 minutes the alarms sounded and 5 minutes after that they emerged outside
and immediately dived for the forest at the side of the road. Aeryn was on
full alert.
They had to duck down every every once in a while if a patrol or van came by.
Surely they would be combing the woods soon, they had to move fast.
“A fence, oh frell.” Crichton stated matter-of-factly.
“Is it electric?” she asked.
“I don’t know throw some metal against it and see what happens.” So she did.
Nothing happened, Crichton reached out and touched the fence with the back of
his hand, all he could feel was he cold metal against his skin.
“Hit it Aeryn.” She raised her pulse rifle and shot the fence 3 times. There
was now a hole big enough for them to climb through. They were out.
They entered the forest where they had put the prowler but there were now 2
ships there and Vicky, DK and Kristin standing in the doorway of a small 3
seater scout ship, a peacekeeper scout ship.
“What the?!”
“I didn’t tell you the whole truth, but that can wait, I’m picking up Moya
orbiting the moon, we need to get up there.”
“Who are you?” Crichton interrogated, rifle raised.
“One of you.” She answered simply as she reentered the ship. “I’ll take DK
and Kristin if you want?”
“Oh, no, no, no, no ,no. Aeryn you take the prowler and Kristin, I’ll go with
DK and ‘Vicky’.”
They powered up the engines and flew up.
“John, they’ve launched something, heading towards us.”
“Warhead. Get out of the way Aeryn.”
“You know best.” she shrugged, they both swerved and it flew on past into the
abyss that is space.
“Watch out for anymore.” John warned.
They soared into Moya’s docking bay and as the doors pulled back they were
greeted by Moya’s crew.
DK and Vicky stood back as the others embraced their friends and they saw
Kristin’s smile that could light up the room. She really loved these people.
Crichton introduced their newcomers.
“This is DK my best friend and this is, well, we’re not sure who this is.”
Vicky was standing in handcuffs hanging her head.
“A. . . .” She started but was cut-off.
“Save it for later.”
“(Wormhole).” she whispered as she hung he head once more and a single tear,
that even she couldn’t hold back, dropped to the floor.
“Why did you come up in such a hurry?” Chiana questioned almost sounding
angry.
“They found us, we had to leave.”
“I’m sorry.” D’argo said.
“I’d like to send a message back, just to .... to say I’m OK but I’m not
coming back.”
“I’m sure that can be arranged.” Pilot replied over the clamshell as he
prepared the link.
“Do you think we can get supplies from them?” D’argo slapped Rygel round the
head for this before he made a quick exit to prevent himself being damaged
further.
“Look, we’ll see you later, Aeryn and I would like to talk to ‘Vicky’ before
we decide what to do with her.” DK promptly followed John out and he was
still bewildered by the entire situation, also at how John could understand
so many languages.

“So, we should just send you back then?” He questioned sarcastically.
“No.” she answered, plain and simple.
“Why?”
“They’ll catch me and test me, and lock me up.” Vicky finished not seeming to
care who he was, her mask was fully on and John recognised this behaviour.
“Why? I must ask again.” Two can play at that game, he thought.
“They’ll find out I’m not from there, not from Earth.”
“Peacekeeper?” He interrogated.
“Used to be,” She shrugged, “until I got stuck on that planet.”
“How exactly?”
“That’s confidential.” He grabbed her by the neck, how could this person he’d
know since he got back be lying to him?
“Look lady, I will send you back there if you don’t tell me why you were
there in the first place!” Aeryn took his arm and pulled him gently to one
side.
“(She’s a peacekeeper. As you once said, she’s not going to give a frelling
dren if you put a pulse rifle up her arse. They teach us when to fight and
when to die.)” She whispered angrily.
“Who sent you here?” Aeryn asked in a slightly lighter tone.
“An abomination.” They turned to look at each other.
“Scorpius!” They chorused. “Wormhole, no?”
“Yes, stupid thing brought me up to do just that!”
“What? Get you marooned on a planet with billions of humans?” Aeryn replied
puzzled.
“He didn’t know that at the time, I was supposed to go through and come back.
That didn’t happen.” John stormed out and Aeryn with him, DK just stood
there, so many people, so many things. His brain wasn’t built for this.
“Peacekeeper?”
“Inferior human! It’s because of your frelling sun’s solar flares that I’m
here so, go away!” DK just sat down and watched he wall, not that there was
anything to watch. DK could hear her murmuring in an incomprehensible tongue
but thought better than to ask.
“So who are these ‘Peacekeepers’ then?” He finally broke the electric silence.
“My people.”
“How come you aren’t with them?”
“I was sent here.... Look, it doesn’t matter, according to them I am the most
evil thing on this side of the uncharted territories.” She resentfully
replied as she pointed out the door.
“Are you still a peacekeeper?”
“Probably not, ‘lost in service’ I think would be it.”
“Well, if you aren’t a peacekeeper then you aren’t evil.”
“But it’s what I am, what I’ve always been.”
“But not when you were on Earth.” He pointed out. She couldn’t think of a
response for this other than;
“Piece of dren.” She turned and brought her knees up to her chest.
“Come on.”
“Huh?”
“Lets get to the others.” She held up her cuffed hands as if to say ‘and
these?’ He immediately produced the release code card and walked over to undo
them.
“I need to get to my ship.” She stated.
“Whoa, why?”
“I’ve been wearing this sort of thing for 3 and a half cycles do not ask me
why I wish to go to my ship.”
“Will your clothes still fit you?”
“I carried several sizes in case I did get stuck on the other side.”
“Clever.” He concluded.
“Or maybe I was just tempting fate.”
She emerged from the ship in leathers, not unlike Aeryn’s, except cleaner.
She had a pulse pistol strapped to her right leg and her brown hair swept
back into a perfect pony tail, it shone with natural red as the light hit her
hair at the right angle, DK shook the thoughts from his head, she was 11
years younger than him and an alien form what he could gather.
She strolled up and pulled out a syringe thing from behind her back and
before he could protest she injected him in the arm.
“What?!”
“Translator microbes, they let you understand the others.” She informed him
as she put the syringe in some sort of de-contamination machine.
“Right.” Just then D’argo, Aeryn and Crichton burst in round the door, rifles
charged, this noise shocked Vicky so much she reached and pulled out her
pistol. Once she saw who it was she put it back in the holster and turned
around to continue the de-contamination process, completely unphased by the
guns pointing at her.
“What are you doing?” D’argo hissed on the verge of hyper-rage.
“Changing.”
“Did you have to?” Crichton asked sarcastically. She turned round to assert
herself:
“Yes!”
“She’s dangerous, I vote we kill her.” Crichton stepped forward motioning for
D’argo to shut up.
“You’ve changed so much.” he said softly.
“I have to protect myself,” she stated flatly.
“From who?”
“From you, from them,” he knew she was talking about humans.
“You know you are long forgotten by the peacekeepers.” he changed the subject
slyly.
“What of it? I know I’m alive and someday I’ll go back.” she was starting to
lose composure.
“You won’t!” he started to raise his voice, this had to be done if they were
to get through to her, “We are in the deepest unchartered territory! How will
you find your way?” he shouted mercilessly, this was hurting him more than it
was hurting her. Her hope gone as she was forced to face the truth, she just
fell to the ground and sobbed, 5 microts ago she had been OK, now she lay
there helpless and . . . . human.
DK leaned towards D’argo and asked:
“Is this normal?” D’argo had just realised what Crichton was trying to do and
explained to DK.
“Ah.” Chiana came in dragged by Kristin.
“Daddy, Vicky’s crying.” she pointed out innocently.
“I know sweetheart, I know.” Kristin let go of Chiana and went to grab
Aeryn’s leg.
“Come on Kristin, let’s go.” Aeryn shot a glare at the others saying ‘you
too!’, they obeyed.
Aeryn kind of understood what Vicky was going through except, Aeryn had had
closure when she left, but Vicky hadn’t, and they had to give that to her if
they were ever going to get through.
* * * *
She walked in just before everyone else and stood in the doorway, she hadn’t
eaten anything but Earth food for a long time. She wondered if they had and
Korrellian sauce, food just wasn’t food without it, she’d lived with tomato
sauce for long enough.
Footsteps, she could hear them behind her, the steps of a peacekeeper.
“Hey.”
“Why do humans say that it’s so, it’s so intrusive.” she thought out loud.
“It’s useful when you need to talk.”
“I’m all talked out from Crichton.” she replied in a funny sarcastic way.
“You tend to not notice after a while.” she reassured her. Returning the
humour.
“Will you be going back? ... To Earth, I mean.” Vicky asked tentatively.
“We can’t, they found us remember. Will you?”
“Only if I am not welcome here.”
“Well, you are welcome.”
“Thank you.” Vicky said as she turned to walk off.
“Aren’t you staying for dinner?” no reply, “I’ll take that as a no then.”
Aeryn offered herself. She went to sit down, god, she was hungry.
“Hey Aeryn, you OK? .... Where is everyone?” She shrugged twice as answers to
his questions. “’Kay, might as well eat something.” He walked over to the
dispenser and lifted the flap, nothing there. “Aeryn, where’s my food?” she
quickly tipped all the food cubes onto her tray and shoved his away.
“I dunno.” Aeryn replied innocently.
“I do, guess I’ll just have to share with you then.” he concluded humorously
and sat down. They sat in silence, Crichton let his thoughts wander back
through time.
He floored her, as he walked round she dived and pulled him down. They were
face to face.
“You wanna play dirty? I can play dirty.” He replied cryptically. Aeryn kept
an eye on him as he wandered round her, wondering what he was going to do.
He pounced and then he. . . .
He tickled her! She burst out laughing uncontrollably.
“Crichton. . . What? . . . Doing?” was all she could say, “Can’t stop. . .
laughing!” Aeryn lost it again.
“I’m tickling you Aeryn. Laughing is a reflex reaction. Some people can
control it, I guess you can’t. It’s also a form of primitive torture.”
“You. . . You don’t say! Stop . . . it Crichton!” she demanded.
“Told you I could play dirty!”
“Fine! Two. . . can play at that. . . game!” she attempted to tense her
muscles and do the same to him. And after several vain attempts, she managed
to tense her muscles all at the same time and haul herself up. She started to
tickle him. He was completely helpless with laughter.
Aeryn prodded him in the side.
“What?” he replied, shaking himself back to what he hoped was reality.
“I’m lonely.”
“Ah, diddums.” Moya started to hake erratically. “Pilot!”
“They are bombarding us with primitive weapons, I will have to leave orbit!”
“Do it Pilot.” Moya drifted back into here normal pattern of humming and then
humming some more. Humming was generally a nice thing to do.
“We are receiving audio communication via a satellite.” Pilot informed
everyone, apart from Vicky who was currently lying alone and unconscious in a
cell, which she had gone to for peace and quiet.
“John, You need to talk to them. We can’t.” Zhaan’s voice came over the comm.
“Yeah. OK Pilot, let’s have it.”
“Commander John Crichton, we are ordering you to return to Earth.” Jackson’s
voice came booming over the systems.
“Sorry, I’m civilian now, I left the military the minute I went through that
wormhole.” he retorted.
“You will comply.”
“I am sorry, Dad, everyone. I can’t stay, I have a family to raise and I will
not do that from inside a rat cage. Pilot terminate transmission.”
“John, if we’re going to leave, we must give DK the choice to go back.”
“Yes. Pilot where is DK?”
“Sitting inside the Scout ship, Commander.”
“Thank you.”
* * * *
“DK?”
“Hmm.”
“We’re leaving. And I thought that you should be given the option to go home.”
“No, I don’t want to. I mean, judging by what happened to you, I’m a gonner.”
he responded miserably.
“What’s bugging ya?”
“I don’t know, maybe the fact I’m in a spaceship and there are lots of freaky
aliens poking around the place.” he explained sarcastically.
“Does that to you. Hey, at least you aren’t me. I got at least 7 bruises the
first five minutes I was here. You just got a needle.” he tried vainly to
cheer DK up. Vainly being the operative word. “Look, if you do choose to come
with us you will be on the run with us, you’ll be shot at and your mind will
be poked around in and you’ll get space-sick.”
“I’ll stay. As I said, I have alien microbes in me now and . . . well, I’m a
gonner.”
“One piece of advice pal,”
“Sure.”
“Never eat cookies.”
“Huh?!” DK responded completed bemused by his buddies last remark.
“They never taste the same without ingredients!” they rolled around in
hysterics for a few microts until Zhaan walked in because they weren’t
answering on the comms. As Crichton acknowledged her presence, he regained
his composure, he was gasping for breath.
“Zhaan.” he stated, before taking another gasp.
“I was sent to check you were OK. No one can find Vicky, we thought she might
have hurt you as you weren’t responding.”
“Zhaan, we have located her in cell 12.”
“Thank you Pilot. Well, come on DK.”
“Can’t. . . sides hurt.”
“It’s coz you haven’t laughed for such a long time. I’m going.” he stated.
“Be careful John.” Zhaan warned.