From the Past Part 5

by Aeryn Slayer

All the normal Disclaimers
Rating: Probably PG. It's gets a little shipper
Summary: What does Aeryn know?
Thanks to all for the support. It's great to know you guys like my first fanfic.
Archiving: If you want it, please take it. Just let me know so I can check it out.

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“So, what’s the plan?” Chiana asked impatiently.
D’Argo looked around intently, studying each person. Chiana was fretful. Fidgeting her anxiousness openly, though she was trying to hide it. Zhaan looked calm, as always, but D'Argo could see it too was a cover. Her face, as always, was giving away her worry. Concern and fear enveloped her pale blue eyes.
Their newest member, Stark, showed no sign of emotions. Nevertheless, in some inexplicable way, he was emanating a fear they all felt for their two captured ‘family’ members.
D'Argo knew it was up to him to come up with a battle plan. He just didn’t know exactly how they could put up that battle in an unarmed Leviathan.
“Pilot. What has Moya’s baby told her?” the anger in his voice softening as he looked to the shell-shaped viewer, and saw the stressed and concerned look on the symbionts face.
“Moya’s offspring is still unsure of how he can help. He will do what he can when an opportunity arises.” Pilot’s voiced didn’t nothing to hide his deep concern for the members of the crew who had become his and Moya’s closest friends over the last cycle and a half.
“Well then, we might have to give him that opportunity.” D'Argo announced glumly as he looked around command.
“What does that mean?!” Chiana asked incredulously.
“I believe we should fear for the worst.” Zhaan answered, imminent defeat overcoming her.

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Before he could do anything about it, Aeryn was being strapped into the chair.
As soon as he saw Scorpius, Crichton did the only thing he could think of.
“Put me in the chair!”
“What was that Crichton?” Scorpius asked sarcastically. They both knew he was just wanted to bask in another victory.
“No blocks. No fighting. Just put me in the chair and I’ll give you all the information I have.”
“As much as I’m sure Officer Sun appreciated your generous offer, I’m in no hurry to finish testing this prototype.” He signalled to the chair. As he waved a hand at Niem to start the chair, Crichton continued to beg for his turn.
“You win Scorpy. The information is your. You wanna make a wormhole?” he tapped his temple, his eyes continuously darting between Scorpius and Aeryn, “It’s all in right here. Take it. It’s yours!”
“Crichton, do you really think I would accept that easily, especially when it’s obvious I can make very certain you keep your promise, by using my current means.” He laughed deeply, maliciously. “Of course the information is mine. But what reason do I have to just take it without hurting you first? Besides, I love a good torturing.” He smiled evilly at Aeryn as the chair started to it’s work. Scorpius was going to take out his revenge on Crichton for making him look unreliable to High Command, one way or another. Using Officer Sun in the chair ripped at Crichton’s heart.
What better revenge?

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Aeryn tried to focus on blocking her memories, but Scorpius must have corrected something on the chair. As the all too familiar pain hit her, she noticed a distinct difference in strength.
“She continues to put up blocks everywhere.” Niem reported.
Scorpius had a proud smirk on his face, marvelling the sight in front of him. “Finally, a suitable opponent, Officer Sun. Not even you Crichton, could put up the resistance that she is putting up. You should be taking notes on how to be a truly strong warrior. Even with that deadly gunshot wound, at least, I thought it should have killed you, you still manage to resist my chair. Your shipmates must have cared a lot about you to fix your wound enough for you to be this strong now.” Scorpius taunted Aeryn, trying to distract her from concentrating on blocking her memories. To further distract her, Scorpius walked up to the chair as it rotated, and carefully lifted the blood-soaked end of her shirt to display her wound to all. Aeryn hissed as the air attacked the open lesion. “Maybe they didn’t.” he added as he looked to Crichton.
No one noticed the shocked expression on Crais’ face as it was uncovered who had shot her. He had of course seen the Pulse Rifles’ mark on her when he had checked her out, personnaly, in the cell when she had arrived. He never would have guessed it was Scorpius himself who had done it. Deep down inside, Crais wanted to kill Scorpius for what he had done to Aeryn. Although, he couldn’t tell himself that he wouldn’t have done it himself had the chance arised, since their meeting on the Gammak Base.
This was too much for Aeryn as some of the blocks started to fall, unable to be resurrected.
Portions of various memories flash before them. Soldiers in battle, weapons fire, people’s faces. The disjointed memories suddenly meld into one.

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Aeryn sits on a bed, in a small room. It’s dark, and the sounds of a storm can be heard outside.
“Sorry.” John apologises grimly, while looking out the window at his ‘Earp’.
“What for?”
“Everything. What’s happened here. Getting you stuck on Moya. If it wasn’t for me, you still be the happy little Peacekeeper dominating the lesser races.”
“Hmm. I’ve got a lot to blame you for, Crichton.”
“Look at that.” John remarks as he gazes glumly out the window.
“What?” Aeryn leans forward on the bed, trying to see what has Crichton’s attention.
“That’s it. Earth. Minus the sunshine.” The defeat and loss echoing in his voice.
“You know, you were right. It’s actually very beautiful.” Aeryn tries to console him in reminding him that one of the promises he made was correct.
John slowly turns towards Aeryn and makes his way to sit beside her on the bed. His shoulder softly brushes hers as he slumps down.
“Were you scared… to join me when I left Moya?” he asks, uncertainty tinging his voice. John wasn’t sure if he really wanted to know the answer.
Aeryn hesistates at the question. “Yes.”
John closes his eyes at hearing the answer he knows he isn’t wanting to hear.
“I won’t be recaptured, Crichton. They will have to kill me if they come to take me tomorrow.” Aeryn continues, stating what John had already figured.
“I know.” He assures her as he places his head on her shoulder. Slowly, he raises his head and moves his face closer to hers, gently nudging her check with his forehead. She carefully turns her head towards his. Being careful not to push her too far, John moves his face closer still to Aeryn’s. She leans in the rest of the way, and they share a gentle, yet passionate kiss.
John puts his arms around her and as one they gently lay down onto the bed, lost in desperate passion.

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As the image faded, it was replaced by another scene of much more interest to Scorpius. John’s jaw drooped in astonishment as the memory played out before him.

Sorry to leave it here, but I'm really blocked out at the moment. I've got exams too, but it's holiday time, so I'll do as much as I can. It shouldn't be too long.

BTW, isn't this the worst cliffhanger I've done yet??