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“But John,” said Aeryn, “we love each other! Last night…”
“We’ll always have Moya,” John replied, “but what we want doesn’t matter now. Crais is Emperor; without you to keep him in the light, how many will suffer? It’s…”
“I know, my duty,” she said.
“Here’s looking at you, kid.” Said John.
Aeryn turned and walked towards Crais.
“Well, John,” said Scorpius, “Let’s go save your world.”
John smiled, “Scorpy, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
“Nooooo!” cried TrueShipper, sweating. Then her heart slowed, “Thank God! It was only a dream. A terrible, twisted dream!”
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P.S. I also don’t own CASABLANCA from which I borrowed the above scene and at least one line verbatim. I’m still not making any money from this.
If there really is someone using TrueShipper as a handle, I didn’t knowingly steal it. My cat said she made it up.
She said her name was Tammi, a gaunt, dark-haired Sebacean girl of about 7 cycles. Now aboard Moya, she clung to Crichton as tightly as when he had rescued her from the shambles of what Aeryn described as a children’s dormitory. She was apparently the sole survivor of a Scarran raid.
“Got anything yet?” he asked.
“Just a microt,” replied Aeryn, “her Ident Chip was damaged. Ah! I’ve…” she stopped.
“Who is she?” asked John.
Visibly shaken, Aeryn looked at the two of them and in a hushed voice said, “Her name is Taminar, Taminar Sun. She’s my… daughter.”
Word Count: 97
“You’ve definitely had enough,” said D’Argo as he helped John stagger towards the door. The moment the subject of Aeryn came up, John started ordering doubles. Then he began spouting gibberish. Lime-racks, he had called it and it was driving the translator microbes crazy!
“Hey D’Argo,” slurred John, ”try this one:
<<There was once a young male from Kent
Whose rooster was so extensive it distorted.
When he desired to twist,
He collapsed it in half,
And in place of arriving, he departed.>>
“Great, aint it?”
“Humans!” muttered D’Argo as he poured Crichton into the transport pod.
Word Count: 95
In the fading light, Orion could be seen, rising over the transport pod.
“John,” said Aeryn, fingering the locket about her neck, “I know I promised never to leave you, but I can’t bear it here anymore. I don’t belong on Earth; my place is out there.”
Aeryn brushed the dark, gray-flecked hair from her face and reached out to gently caress the stone, which bore the inscription:
JOHN CRICHTON
BELOVED HUSBAND
AND FATHER
1963-2062
“Good bye, John,” she whispered, “I love you.”
Aeryn stood and walked towards the waiting pod… and the beckoning stars.
Word count: 97
Aeryn was prowling. Sleep had eluded her so she moved silently along Moya’s darkened passageways, savoring the quiet and solitude.
Someone else is up, she realized, and moved quietly to find John, going over the data logs from the latest wormhole test. He looked tired.
Aeryn shook her head. When had she started thinking of HIM as John?
He sensed her presence and turned to face her.
“Hey,” she said, moving towards him.
“Hey,” he answered. John remained still as Aeryn gently took his face in her hands and bent slowly forward, until her lips met his.
Word Count: 99
Furlow ran in terror. This couldn’t be real… it was some kind of trick! That ex-Peacekeeper bitch wanted revenge. As if John’s foolish heroism were Furlow’s fault. There was a weapon, what had she called it… a VCR? Aeryn had pointed it at her and said, simply, “Good bye, Furlow,” and everything changed! What was this place? Everything was so BIG!
Furlow stumbled, and her ankle snapped. She fell, looked up into the flat-snouted jaws of death, and shrieked, “Noooo…!”
Furlow’s wail was cut short by a ghastly CRUNCH! From above, a voice intoned, “That’ll do, pig. That’ll do.”