A Crichton Story Part 3
by Lt Commander Lewis
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------John Robert Crichton III finally composed himself enough that he felt comfortable facing the rest of the crew. For sixteen cycles old, he was almost the spitting image of his father.The only reason you could tell he wasn’t John Crichton himself, was his mother’s jet black hair.
John walked down the main tier towards Pilot’s chamber…he would be granted solitude and understanding by his friend there.
The memory attacks…they happened about once a monen and had started about three cycles ago. At first he did know who his father was…however he didn’t not know those were his father’s memories he was experiencing.
When he first told Zhaan of the attacks and had described what he saw and felt…she exchanged an odd look with D’argo and then tried to find out what was causing the attacks.
It hadn’t been till three arn’s earlier that he found out they were his father’s memories. When Zhaan told him that they sounded exactly like what his father had been through, he was shocked. How was it possible? Another Human idiosyncrasy? No one knew anything about Human’s other than his father…but he was dead.
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John made it all of the way to Pilot’s chamber without running into even one member of the crew.
"Hi Pilot." He said as he walked in and leaned against the symbioates console.
"Hello John Crichton III."
John laughed, "You don’t need to call me that Pilot. You can just call me John you know. I would think that after sixteen cycles…"
"I am sorry John. I didn’t know if you wanted me to or not."
John sighed and rubbed his temples; "She told you didn’t she?"
"Yes and no."
"Pilot, don’t beat around the bush."
Where had that come from?!?! ‘Beat around the bush’? What the frell did that mean and why did he understand it?
"I do not know what you mean John." Said Pilot as his four huge arms tapped the controls around him.
"Did she tell you or not Pilot?"
"No. I overheard Zhaan and D’argo speaking about it."
"All right. I really don’t want to talk about it. In fact I came here so I wouldn’t have to talk about it. Is that all right with you Pilot?"
"Of course it is John."
"Thanks."
John sunk down to the floor and leaned against Pilot’s counsel.
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The next morning John awoke to find himself still in Pilot’s chamber.
He had slept the whole night through there.
"Mornin Pilot."
"Good morning John."
The young Crichton stood up and stretched…the pulse pistol still in its holster on his right thigh.
"Zhaan was looking for you."
"Was or still is?" Asked John as he chewed on his thumbnail…another new habit.
"Was…when she commed me about your whereabouts, I told her you were here."
John turned and started to leave; "Thanks Pilot. See ya later."
Crichton stopped just outside of Pilot’s chamber and leaned against the wall…where in hezmana had those words come from?!?!
He was seriously starting to doubt his sanity and wondered when the rest of the crew would notice his bizarre words and phrases also.
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Crichton walked into the Center Chamber…he hadn’t had anything to eat since the previous days morning meal.
He grabbed a plate of foodcubes and sat down…as soon as he took a bite of one of the green colored ones’, he spit it out.
"That’s frelling disgusting!" He yelled out as he stood up and got a cup of water.
Zhaan walked in as his back was turned towards the door; "What’s wrong John?"
"Uh…oh, nothing…just these frelling food cubes are…sick!"
There was another phrase…
Zhaan walked over and placed her hand on his arm: "John, I believe we may need to discuss your father’s, mother’s, and your past shortly…there are some more…things…you may need to know."
John’s bright blue eyes locked with the Delvian priestess’ and he nodded in understanding.
He somehow knew that what he would learn shortly from his guardian of the past thirteen cycles, would change his life and destiny forever…
To Be Continued…