onemoreyear

One More Year
Author: Lt. Commander Lewis/ Sorlk Lewis (two of my several alter egos)
Summary: John gets drunk, Aeryn gets pissed, they get together, and something very funny in the end happens. (that pretty much tells the whole story, but you should still read this cause it is a good shippy fic)
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe, J&A, MAJOR SHIPPINESS as in ‘The Flax’ and ‘A Human Reaction’ kind of shippiness.
Spoilers: Only if you’ve never seen FarScape or the episode ‘The Way We Weren’t’.
Disclaimer: I hate to say this, but I don’t own a single stroke of genius of FarScape. This story if an original idea of mine, and if there are any similarities between this and future FarScape episodes or other FarScape fanfiction, it is a complete accident. Back to the disclaimer, all things FarScape don’t belong to me, yada, yada, yada, you get the point.
Archiving: Just keep my name with it and tell me where you’re putting it.
Notes: This is the result of my FarScape depravation. I NEED NEW EPISODES! Sorry for yelling, but this is what is going to keep happening if I am deprived much longer! In addition, this is my take on the whole ‘Aeryn says ‘I love you’ to John’ idea. And last, this has a very, very funny ending.

John Crichton, once a renowned scientist on Earth now a fugitive from the galaxy, sat on the terrace drinking what he would only describe as whiskey. He twirled his second little gray hair ever in-between his fingertips before taking another drink of the potent liquid.
“Oh, Pilot. I never did tell you thanks for telling me how many solar days I’ve been here, so thanks Pilot.”, commented John into the air after a moment of deep thought.
Pilot’s image came onto the clamshell shaped viewer, he sounded distinctly worried when he spoke, “Commander Crichton, is it wise to be drinking so much of that…that liquid you purchased?”
“Does it even matter anymore Pilot. I’m turning old and gray and today just proves it even more. I’m gonna mic… miss out on lots of things. I always wanted to have a family, you know, a wife and kids. And definitely a dog, probably a golden retriever, but now… I doubt I will ever have kids, I doubt I’ll ever even have a wife, let alone a dog. You know Pilot, you’ve got Moya, and D’argo has his son to find, Zhaan… well she has her Delvian seek thingy, Rygel has his ego, Chiana doesn’t need nothing, and Aeryn, well Aeryn… well to tell you the truth I can’t think of what she has but this isn’t about her…”, John paused and focused on some distant star cluster out of the view window while thinking something important over. “Maybe this is.”, he said in a near whisper.
“Commander?”, questioned Pilot.
John shook his head and took another drink, “Nothing Pilot, anyway, as I was saying all you guys have something, and well…me…I don’t have nothing now. I don’t even have the little dream of having…getting home, to Erp…Earth. Even today… why did I have to choose this frelling day to want to know what the hezmana this day this is…”
“I guess what I’m trying to say Pilot, is that I want someone to love and someone to love me before I die and I just don’t see that happening to soon, well the dying part will probably happen soon but not the being loved part.”
After another micron or two and a few more sips of the ‘drink’ he had, John continued, “Do Sebaceans have birthdays Pilot?”
“I do not understand what you mean Commander.”
John stood up and half staggered over to the view window, “I mean, Pilot, do Sebaceans celebrate the day they were born once a cycle, you know, their birthday.”
“They do celebrate their ‘birthdays’ when they reach a certain amount of cycles old. Why though?”
“Hmmm? Oh, nothing important Pilot, nothing important at all…”
After several more microns, Pilot spoke again, “How many cycles old are you today Commander Crichton?”
John laughed sadly and turned around to lean against one of the beams jutting from Moya’s interior. “If you are right, and I am right, then I am now thirty-three cycles old. I missed my thirty-second birthday last year, I think we were stuck doing something so I don’t even remember. You know, I wonder…”
“Wonder what Commander?”
John stood up straight and started walking to the door, “Nothing Pilot, it really doesn’t and never will matter.”
John woke up with the worst hangover ever possible. He groaned as he sat up in his bed and tossed his legs over the side of the cot.
He had never been a heavy drinker, but he could remember he was last night.
Then he remembered why. His birthday, another gray hair, and Aeryn. Even if she was nowhere near him, she always was; John thought it down right sucked.
The only reason he had risked getting drunk was because everyone was planetside getting supplies; he had to ‘hold down the fort’ cause he was the one with his face and name plastered all over every planet.
John sighed and fell back on his bunk. It wouldn’t really matter if he slept awhile longer, everyone wasn’t returning for another solar day or two.
Aeryn angrily walked to Pilot’s chamber. He had called her on her personal com after John had gone to sleep and told her what had happened.
Aeryn walked into Pilot’s chamber as calmly as possible, “Pilot, where the frell is Crichton? He isn’t in command or in the maintenance bay.”
“I believe Commander Crichton is still sleeping.” Pilot pushed a few controls and a DRD transmitted the sleeping image of the human onto the holo screen.
Aeryn’s brow furrowed and spoke softly and with concern, “He looks like dren.”
“Yes he does Officer Sun. As I told you briefly in our conversation, he was going on about wanting a wife and children and something called a dug. He also mentioned that yesterday he turned thirty-three cycles old and that for some reason it is significant to him.” Pilot decided to discreetly leave out the ‘love and being loved’ part of Commander Crichton’s ramblings.
“I believe he meant dog Pilot. John once told me about them.” Aeryn crossed her arms and sighed, “What is wrong with you John Crichton?”
“You care for him.”
Aeryn was caught off guard by Pilot’s simple observation. “Is it that obvious Pilot?”
“I do not know about the rest of the crew, but yes, it is to me.” Pilot paused for a microt before continuing, “You should tell him.”
Aeryn turned and looked at Pilot like he was magra-farbot, “After what I told him about Velorek, and… and… I don’t want the same to happen to him.” Aeryn spoke the last three words in a near whisper.
“Officer Sun… there is something the Commander said that I did not tell you earlier…”
“Pilot, what did John say?”, Aeryn’s aggravation and concern obvious.
“Commander Crichton said that he wants someone to love that loves him back. He essentially said he did not want to die unloved and alone.”
Aeryn closed her eyes and sighed. She loved him, but he clearly did not know that. Well how would he know that after their conversation and the way she had been acting towards him for the past few weekens.
“Pilot, tell the others that I will not be returning because… because… a part on my Prowler is malfunctioning.”
Aeryn couldn’t tell if she saw Pilot smile or not, even if he couldn’t he most likely would have.
“I will do that Aeryn Sun.”
For the second time that day, John Crichton sat up in his bed, this time cursing.
He had looked at what passed for a clock onboard Moya and realized he had slept an extra three arns.
John grabbed his com, “Yo, Pilot. Sorry for sleeping in. I’ll start on those repairs you asked me to do yesterday right away.”
“It is all right Commander, Officer Sun has already finished those repairs.”
John’s eyes shot wide open and he held his breath.
*Frell…oh frelling dren… oh frell* thought John.
“Everyone is already back?” asked John cautiously. He had not been ready to see all the rest of Moya’s crew so soon. He needed more time to think, by himself.
“No, only Officer Sun is on board. The others will still not return for another four solar days as long as there are no delays.”
*Frell, frell, frell! How the frell am I gonna deal with being on Moya, alone, with Aeryn for over half a weeken* thought John as he nervously fingered his com badge.
“…Commander Crichton.”, finished Pilot.
“Huh? What did you say Pilot, I was a little spaced out for a microt there.”
“I said that Officer Sun had asked you to meet her in the terrace when you awoke Commander Crichton.”
“Oh, thanks Pilot. Tell her I’ll be there in a few microns.”
John slowly made his way to the terrace; he needed time to think still.
He figured that Pilot must have contacted her after his drunkenness and told her what happened.
*Oh…god. Did Pilot tell her what I had said? Oh frell, frell, frell!*
John finally reached the terrace door. After a few microts, he finally opened the door and walked in.
John smiled as best he could, “Hey Aeryn.”
Aeryn had her back to him and was still trying to think of what to say when she heard him speak again.
“I’m sorry for over sleeping. Just had a… a rough night.”
“I know.” She replied as she turned around and gave him a slightly pissed and annoyed look. “What the frell is wrong with you John Crichton!?!”
John was taken back by what she asked, “What… what do you mean Aeryn?”
“You say all this dren about not being loved and all the rest of that dren…” Aeryn paused for a moment while John inwardly cringed; Pilot had told her. “… I… I love you John Crichton and you are still saying all this dren about not being loved and dying alone! Are all humans as frelling kinkiod as you are?”
John was stunned; he literally couldn’t move or speak.
Suddenly Aeryn realized what she had yelled out in her pique of anger and frustration; she to froze in her place.
John and Aeryn just stood there for several microns, staring into each other’s eyes, several feet apart.
After John was finally able to register what she had said to him, a small grin crept onto his face and he walked over to Aeryn. John snaked his arms around her waist and pulled Aeryn close to him.
Aeryn realized it was not a mistake that she said that; in fact, it might be the best thing she could have ever done.
Aeryn slid her hands up John’s chest and rested them on his neck.
John pressed his forehead against hers and whispered, “I love you to Aeryn Sun.”
Aeryn slowly awoke from her safe and pleasant slumber, only to find herself nestled closely against John.
“Mornin’ Aeryn.”, whispered John as he realized she was now awake.
Aeryn smiled into John’s chest and shifted so she could look into his deep blue eyes that spoke his every feeling and thought to her.
Her smile faltered though when she remembered what she had told him.
“What’s wrong Aeryn?”, asked John worriedly. *What if she thinks it was a mistake? What if she doesn’t really love me? What if…*
“I love you John, I was just so… worried something would happen to you like…”
“With Velorek.”, finished John for her.
Aeryn gave him an almost sad smile, “Yes, but I would never do that now, I will never do that again because…”
“I do love you.”, he finished and flashed her a brilliant smile of his.
Aeryn grinned and punched him in the arm playfully, “Would you just let me finish or else…”
“Hmm… or else what Miss. Sun? You’ll have to hurt me?”, asked John with a light hearted laugh.
Aeryn raised an eyebrow as she propped herself up with one of her elbows, “Oh, and you want me to hurt you?”
Several days later, John was in the maintenance bay tinkering with one of the switches from the FarScape One.
Aeryn quietly snuck up behind him and pinned him with his back against the wall.
John grinned as best he could as Aeryn kissed him long and hard before pulling away for air.
“And by the way John, happy birthday.”, Aeryn said with a hint of amusement.
John tilted his head slightly and gave Aeryn an odd look. Then it dawned on him, “Pilot told you everything and that’s why you came back sooner in the first place, isn’t it?”
“Yes, he was worried about you and he commed me on my personal frequency. I came up and stayed because I was worried about you.”
John smiled and then kissed Aeryn softly.
“I’m glad to have someone who cares.”, he mumbled against her lips.
Aeryn and John lay in her bed, just enjoying each other’s company and the quiet privacy of the empty Leviathan.
John twirled a string of Aeryn’s hair around his index finger and sighed contentedly.
Suddenly, there was a crash followed by several unnamable curses and their names being yelled, “Crichton! Aeryn!”
The two looked at each other in horror and began scrambling to pull on their clothes and make themselves presentable.
“Frell, frell, frell.”, whispered Aeryn as she pulled on her tank top.
John could hear the whole crew coming down the hall as he pulled on his pants, even Chiana and Rygel.
Aeryn had her pants and tank top fully on, while John was just reaching for his shirt, the whole crew finally reached Aeryn’s quarters.
D’argo let out a bellowing laugh while Zhaan said something untranslatable in a joyous tone.
Aeryn and John both froze, both of their backs turned towards the door still.
Rygel grumbled something and left, and Chiana laughed.
John felt his cheeks turning red and when he glanced over at Aeryn, he saw hers were too.
When John and Aeryn still hadn’t moved, D’argo said with a chuckle, “Well, John, Aeryn, I think we will leave you two alone for awhile.”
“Yes, we will. Come on Chiana.”, said Zhaan as she drug the Nebari down the hall.
After another moment or two, John and Aeryn both yelled in unison, “PILOT!”
The End???
Well, I hope all of you shipper’s enjoyed that, I know I sure did. And yes, I am evil with the “The End???”. I’m thinking about writing a sequel ‘cause now John knows what the Erp date is. Can you say Christmas or Valentines Day? Maybe even Aeryn’s birthday? Mwhahaha! To any of you that read my other fics, I’m stuck, on both of them, and trying to write a frelling book along with two fics is tuff, so sorry about not having more on those two done. OK, back to my comments about this fic. FarScape depravation is what created this! I NEED NEW EPISODES! Or else all of my fics will end up like this (Peacekeeper side of me cringes, the Hopeless Romantic side of me jumps for joy). Well, I don’t have much time cause I’m writing this at 1am, the day before opening day of the Colorado Renaissance Festival and really need to get some sleep cause I’m gonna be running my ass off in 100 degree weather. As soon as I get back, I’ll post this. Until next time fellow Scapers, good night and pleasant shippy dreams.
Lt. Commander Lewis
AKA
Sorlk Lewis