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2 J/A ficletinis Disclaimers: don't own 'em, ain't makin' money off 'em. 1 - Aeryn Setting: post-"Fractures", pre-S4 Word count: 57 The fear won't go away. I try to block it, but I can't look at him without feeling it. I want to cry, I want to scream . . . but I have to keep going. The waking dreams haven't stopped, and while I look for peace, I find only fear. Fear of him. Fear of me. Fear of love. 2 - John Setting: same as above Word count: 64 I would follow her to hell and back. And she knows it. The worst part is KNOWING that she knows it . . . and doesn't give a damn. Hell, she seems proud of the fact that she doesn't care. Yeah, well, I guess nobody ever told her that pride goeth before a fall. And guess who will be there to pick her up when she does? |
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*Chiana's Choice* Disclaimer: don't own 'em, ain't makin' any money off 'em. Setting: post-Fractures, pre-S4 Word Count: 85, counting title I did something terrible. If only I could undo the whole thing. He trusted me, loved me even, and look what I did. How could I be so frelling dumb?? All I can do now is hope that I can make things right. Maybe I should go with John, Aeryn, and Crais on their fahrbot suicide mission. It would be easier than staying here and worrying. Well, if I'm gonna do that, I'd better go and talk to D'Argo before it's too late. |
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*Allies* Disclaimer: Henson owns 'em, I don't, ain't makin' any money off em, will return 'em safe, blah blah blah. ;) Setting: after Fractures, D'Argo is in his Luxan fighter Word count: 92 Nearly everything I ever had is gone. My home, Lo'lann, Jothee, Chiana.... At least I still have my life. And John. He's frelling insane, his species is weak, and he talks too frelling much, but he is my ally. I could wring Aeryn's Peacekeeper bitch neck. She hasn't said much to anyone, but she's being cruel to John. If she goes with him to kill Scorpius, he's going to need someone to talk to. Not that he's talking now, but knowing him...he will. I have to be there for my ally...my friend. |
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*Why am I doing this?* Disclaimers: the usual setting: post fractures word count: 54 Why am I going with Crichton? Because I promised him...well, the other him...that I'd take care of her. Perhaps if I become more like him, do what's right, become more than just a soldier, she will forgive me...maybe even love me. And Scorpius must be stopped, no matter what the cost. |
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*Decisions, decisions* Disclaimers: Henson owns 'em I'm not makin' any money off 'em I will return them unharmed. Setting: after fractures Word count: 65 Crais...not right choice. Shouldn't have picked Crais. Too much for him. Thought he was right, but no. Should have listened to Mother. New captain...want Aeryn. Crais must go. Don't like him anymore. Aeryn listens...Crais doesn't. Crichton is gone now...Aeryn is sad. She needs...something. Aeryn, be new captain. She named Talyn. Crichtion is gone...Aeryn will love Talyn now. Talyn hopes.... |
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