You
Author's
Notes:
This was originally posted last year untitled. For some reason I just want to
post it again. I've tweaked it some since its original posting and gave
it a name. I guess it was ‘my turn’ at writing season 4 resolution fic.
Unbeta’d, so all mistakes are my own.
Setting: Between Unrealized
Realities and
Disclaimer: Not mine, it belongs to
you know who.
'Nothing...there's nothing here. Just my luck, I finally find Earth and I end
up the proverbial starving man looking into a restaurant. All I wanted was Dad,
Aeryn and Earth. Was that too much to ask for?
The worst thing is....I won't be able to say goodbye...goodbye to D'Argo or
Chiana or Pilot or Moya...hell I'm going to miss saying good-bye to Sparky.
The one thing is I wish I could just hold Aeryn again. One last time, run my
figures through her hair, hold her in my arms. Kiss her sweet lips and just
hold her. I would have liked to just be able to smell her scent one last time.
I should have listened to her when she finally wanted to talk, but no I had to
be stubborn as usual. I guess I'm still jealous of the other John. He had what
I always wanted.
Look at me. What am I doing? I sitting....floating here feeling sorry for my
frelling self when I should be trying to get back to Moya. To
Aeryn.
What did Einstein say?
Fear was my providence.
Concentrate...
Moya....
No! That's what got me here in the first place.
Aeryn....Aeryn......
stillness
Aeryn.....
Holy Moth...it worked again....
Hold on Baby! I'm coming home!'
~*~
'Man, I will never do that again without my damn module. Feels like I've
been in a blender. Please God, let me of come out in the right place this time.
Please let me see Aeryn...'
"John! John! Are you okay? Answer me."
'Aeryn'
"Aeryn? Someone come and get me before this frelling thing opens
again!"
"I'm coming around now. Don't move."
'What is she joking? Now? Don't move, never again.
Come on....hurry.'
~*~
John entered the transport pod and tore his helmet off, and ran towards Aeryn.
He had a million things running through his mind, but couldn't speak. Grabbing
her face, he leaned in and kissed her. Kissed her harder and longer than at
anytime in their cycles together on Moya.
Aeryn pushed him away trying to catch her breath for a microt before she
returned his kiss with a hunger matching John’s own. They began undressing one
another furious pace. Neither wanting to waste anymore time
from one another.
"Aeryn..."
"Shhh...," she said and she kissed him again.
Over the next arn they explored each other as if for the first and last time.
Fast in the beginning, but starting over more slowly the second, and later a
third time. Finally they lay exhausted on the floor of the transport pod, just
holding onto one another, neither one wanting to let go.
Curious, as he was about to fall asleep, John asked, "Aeryn? Why hasn't
anyone bothered to comm us since I came back? Do they even know I'm back?"
Smiling, she answered quietly, "Yes...they
knew the microt you returned, but I told them I wanted to talk to you
alone."
"Is that what we were doing? Talking. Well, we
have to talk like that more often," he said, and kissed her again.
When they parted again. Neither spoke for a few
microts.
Aeryn's voices was soft with sleep as she nuzzled
against John's shoulder and asked, "John, how did you survive going
through a wormhole without a ship?"
He told her the truth.
"You."
Originally
posted November 12, 2003