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Cat and Mouse; SOLO; Galactic Cockroach; Snap; Resolve;
Timeframe: After ‘Fractures’
John stood on Moya’s terrace. In his palm lay two puzzle rings, one recently returned by Aeryn. He let the pieces slip apart. Two rings, eight pieces- D’Argo, Chiana, Rygel, Jool, Pilot, Moya, Stark, Zhaan. They’re all pieces of his life. No pieces were left.
With a sigh he looked skyward. Aeryn was radiant. He looked at the rings again, they were whole. Glancing at the stars once more, John knew his answer.
Aeryn made his life whole
With a jolt Aeryn was aware that she was falling. The world around her was slipping quickly away in a blur of color. Choking back the fear in her throat she realized nothing would slow or stop her plunge into infinite darkness. No one was there to catch her, not even John. She screamed.
She wasn‘t falling. Sitting up with a cold sweat, Aeryn realized she was lying in bed on Moya. But there was still no one there to catch her from falling into her emotional black hole. She looked up.
John was standing in her doorway.
Spoilers: None
Words: 59
Disclaimer: I did not create nor do I own the characters and concepts of Farscape. I am merely barrowing them for the purpose of this FanFic
Rygel was good to go. His royal treasures were stowed away. He had enough food cubes to last awhile. All he had to do was wait.
“Sparky!”
Rygel couldn’t meet John’s face.
“Sparky what’s up?”
“Crichton” Pilot interrupted “Moya is detecting a Peacekeeper command carrier closing in on us”
“YOU SOLD US OUT AGAIN!”
Rygel fired.
“You’ll never know.”
Timeframe: post Fractures
Title: Cat and Mouse
Words: 49
Disclaimer: I did not create nor do I own the characters and/or concepts of Farscape. I am merely barrowing them for the purpose of this FanFic.
Aeryn stood on Moya’s hull. The soft hiss of the space suit was the only sound that broke the silence.
Her lone companions were the stars. The infinite darkness mirrored her own emptiness.
“You cannot hide from me forever,” John’s voice came over the com.
But I can try.
Timeframe: post Fractures
Words: 41 (MY SHORTEST ONE YET!)
Disclaimer: I do not own nor did I create the characters and concepts of Farscape. I am merely barrowing them for this FanFic.
John couldn’t sleep.
He had the munchies.
He was craving the one thing he couldn’t have in this universe- ice cream.
“Pilot is there a Baskin Robbins around here?”
“Crichton are you feeling well?”
“No”
Harvey secretly smiled. It was working.
Timeframe: the quest
word count: 82
"Officer Sun this is suicide."
"It's better than watching him die."
"Talyn and I strongly urge you to stay."
"For what?"
"We need you."
"No, John needs me, I failed him once, I won't do it again"
"You forget our deal."
Aeryn turned to him in disbelief.
"FRELL OUR DEAL! I'm leaving."
Aeryn climbed into her prowler.
"Then you go alone."
"I have always gone alone."
With a hiss the cockpit closed.
Timeline: Anytime after Jool arrives
words:69
Jool’s primordial screech deafened the crew.
“You must do something, the noise is harming Moya’s sensors.”
“I already killed the bug.” John said.
“So why is the trelk still screaming?!?!?” Chiana said
“Her royal slumber was probably disturbed just like mine.” Rygel added.
“FRELL HER!” Aeryn shouted , hand clamped over her ears, “just shut her up!”
D’Argo’s tongue whipped out and Jool fell with a thud. “Problem solved.”
Timeline: right after OOTM
Snap.
The DRD took another photograph. John added it to his growing pile.
"Crichton what the frell are you doing?" Aeryn had snuck up on him again.
"I'm taking photos."
"Of Moya's cargo bay?"
"Of everything actually."
"Why?"
"So I can remember all of Moya."
"Oh."
Snap.
John had captured the unaware Aeryn perfectly. The DRD backed away quickly. It was afraid.
"Crichton!" Aeryn roared, but he was already down the hall.
Timeline: genesis of the quest
Disclaimer:I did not create nor do I own the characters or concepts of Farscape. I am merely barrowing them for the purpose of this fanfic.
John’s troubled mind finally succumbed to sleep. He woke up with a startling resolve. He needn’t question his decision. John found his answers in the rigid lines of her clenched jaw and the frigidity of her eyes. He saw it in the flared nostrils and cool, calculating gazes. That morning he avoided the silent goodbye that was inevitable.
He would go alone.