Mind The Baby - carleton97
INT. Moya docking bay
Aeryn's Prowler sits in the bay. She is seated near its hull, head in hands, clearly exhausted and battered.
The bay doors slide open, revealing John. He looks wary, unsure of his reception.
She doesn't answer, but raises her head and rests it against the edge of her Prowler. She looks bad - bruised and dirty from her fight, but most of all, she looks defeated and resigned to defeat.
John's face softens to concern when he sees her and he walks slowly towards her. He pauses next to her, towering over her balled-up body. He drops down to kneel next to her.
She closes her eyes and he moves to brush back her hair, but decides against it.
Talyn can only have one master. He chose Crais.
John moves a bit closer to her on the floor, the side of his leg brushing her hip. Though he doesn't quite understand how or why, he knows Talyn means a lot to Aeryn.
Why did he choose Crais?
I don't know. Perhaps like any good Peacekeeper,
Talyn thinks I am irreversibly contaminated.
Perhaps he thinks I am too weak, too soft to effectively
command him. Perhaps I've changed so much he doesn't even
recognize me as a Peacekeeper.
Aeryn blinks her eyes open and rolls her head against the hull of the Prowler to look at John.
And I have changed, haven't I, John?
John considers her for a moment, then smiles briefly.
But not for the worse. I'd say you're stronger than when we first met.
Aeryn returns his small smile, only a bit self-conscious.
As for Talyn -
Aeryn shakes her head, warning John off. She places her hand on his shoulder and levers herself to her feet, wincing as she does so.
As for Talyn, every warrior eventually leaves home.
She wanders over to one of Moya's walls and touches it lightly as she did with Talyn. She realizes what she's doing, quickly pulls her hand back and begins fiddling with the holster for her weapon and pacing around the bay.
As she begins speaking again, John slowly rises to his feet, watching her carefully. He clearly wants to do *something*, but is unsure what exactly he can do.
It's only natural, right? To strike out on your own,
to go in search of adventure, to leave home and the people
who love you -
She stops pacing and faces John, striving to keep her face blank.
He gave command to Crais and ordered me back to Moya
without a second thought. I was giving up everything for
him, to make sure he was safe, and he chose Crais.
Her demeanor is that of complete defeat, a change from her normal bluster, as if even the anger that sustains her has deserted her.
He doesn't love me.
John starts towards her, but she backs away, shaking her head and squaring her shoulders.
I don't know why I expected him to. He's a warrior,
*we're* warriors -
John follows her and she stops retreating as she nears the wall. He takes her hand and links their fingers together as he did when then said their non-goodbye.
You're more than just a warrior, Aeryn. The Aeryn Sun
I first met *was* a good soldier. She was smart, capable,
and ready to follow orders. You are still that soldier -
smarter than you know and able to leap tall buildings in a
single bound, but you're more than just a good warrior now.
You're a good person. It's an honor to have you as a friend.
He brings their joined hands to his lips and softly kisses the back of her hand before resting them against his heart. She leans forward and rests her forehead against his.
Talyn is young. He only knows what he needs at the moment,
not what he'll need in the future. He can't see the forest
for the trees.
Aeryn nods slightly against his forehead, then slides her face down to rest in the curve of his neck. She disentangles their fingers and wraps her arms around his chest. He holds her close, one hand in her hair, the other wrapped around her back, rocking her slightly.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the characters from Farscape. They belong to a whole bunch of people like the Sci-Fi Channel and Henson Studio to name a few. I just like to play with them.
Created and maintained by carleton97.