Who Loves You Babe?
Author's
Notes: Just a little fun with an unrealized reality. This is the original short
that was expanded in Souls Parted, Souls Met.
Setting: Prayer
Disclaimer: Not mine...If it was, we'd have a Farscape channel.
Watching the Command Carrier loom larger in front of you, it feels as if your
lungs are about to explode. You can’t help mumbling another curse that the fluid
drives were frozen up. Fate had found just another avenue to screw you over.
Visions of Aeryn fly across your vision as you realize that you have failed to
save her. The only plan to find her thrown down the drain
because of a fucked up mistake when you took that wrong turn in the wormhole.
You barely hear Scorpius say, “When we are confronted, let me speak for the
both of us. Once we ascertain the situation…then we can determine a means of
escape.”
“Doesn’t matter, the wormhole closed and I can’t hear it anymore.
That means the next time it opens is too far away for me to tell. If they hold
us prisoner, we could be too frelling far away for me to find it again once we
escape,“ you respond, as the dread of being stuck in
this reality becomes more and more apparent.
“Even if we did get off that boat in a Prowler, we can’t go through a wormhole
in it. Both of us would be turned into jello.”
Scorpius is silent at the reminder as the module is pulled in to the hanger.
You wonder if Crais will be on this Carrier the same as in the other,
unrealized reality you had visited. Echoes of Crais’ voice proclaiming, “Well
done, comrade,” still ring in your ears. Fleeting glimpses of a life not really
your own flit across your mind. You shake your head at these thoughts, but you
start to worry. What if merging into a reality only occurs when that reality
was not one of your origin. That would explain why
nothing happened when you had went back to 1985, it ‘was’ your reality, only
fucked up by your arrival.
“We can’t be taken prisoner, Scorpy. If we are, there’s a chance…we won’t ever
make it back out of here.” You can’t help the worried sound in your voice.
“What does that mean, John?” Scorpius voice is low as he asks this question,
and you know that he’s more than a little pissed at the implications.
“It means…that this becomes our reality…forever. We merge with our ’selves’
from this reality.”
Scorpius does not respond to your answer, but watches as you do the soldiers
filling the hanger in front of you. Soon the sea of men and women part, and you almost laugh as you see Captain Braca stop
just in front of the ladder to your craft.
Popping the canopy, your stomach continues to tighten in fear and nervousness
over what is about to happen. Both feet landing quietly on the floor, you
quickly turn, and move your coat away from
Braca is at his usual Peacekeeper best as he says, “This is a surprise,
Scorpius. We were not expecting to find you here. Our reports show that your
ship was attacked, and all aboard was lost.”
The ‘Captain’ looks at you, no recognition in his eyes as he continues, “I see
both you and your companion survived the incursion. If you will both follow
me…” Abruptly, Braca turns and walks away.
Looking at Scorpius, you say, “Companion? He doesn’t know who I am in this reality,”
you state as you look at the figure walking away from the both of you. “This
could be a good thing for once.”
Scorpius doesn’t answer you. Instead he set off after Braca, in what you hope
in an attempt to gain some information and parts for the module. Walking behind
the two Peacekeepers, you can’t help yourself as you admire Scorpius’
confidence in the situation. The way the half-breed holds his shoulders
straight, his eyes taking in everything all at once.
The tingling at the edge of your mind becomes even stronger, almost impossible
to ignore as you try and imitate the man beside you. Thoughts of your original
plans within the warped imitation of Moya suddenly are pushed aside as Captain
Braca stops before a door.
Once he enters in a key code, the door slides open, he says, “I hope these
quarters are satisfactory for one of your prestige, Sir. I will notify High
Command at once of you and your concubine’s survival.”
His words are hit you like a steamroller, “Concubi…”
you don’t finish the word as a wave of dizziness hits you, a rush of images
flood your mind and you find yourself quickly ushered into the room. Opening
your eyes, you’re surprised to see a med tech standing over you. Looking around
the room, there is no one else in the room.
“Where’s Scorpius?” You ask, unable to hold back the fear that has wound its
way into the center of your stomach.
“He should be back any microt. How are you feeling?” The tech said, checking a
scanner in his hand.
“Good…” You turn your head as the door to the quarters open and Scorpius walks
in the door. A feeling of relief fills you at the sight of him. Standing
slowly, you shake off the wave another wave dizziness,
holding onto the wall to stop the spinning room.
“What is wrong with him?” Scorpius’ concerned voice asks.
“Nothing that I can find, Sir. It may only have been a
problem with the differences in pressure within the two ships,” came the response.
“Very well. Leave us.”
You hear as the tech quickly grabs his supplies, leaving the two of you alone,
and then Scorpius’ step as he crosses the room to you. Opening your eyes, all
you can see are the deep recesses of his blue eyes staring at you.
You can’t for the life of you remember what you were doing in that little ship,
how you both arrived at the Carrier. The dizziness finally fades and you stand
up straight and face the half Scarran, “I didn’t think he would ever leave…”
You can’t help yourself as you desperately want to be in his arms, to have him
comforting you in this strange place.
“John…about what the Captain said…”
“Concubine. He called me your concubine. I hate that
word,” even your own repetition of the word sends waves of disgust through you.
“I know...and it will not happen again. I promise.”
You believe him as Scorpius wraps his arms around you. “Just shut up and kiss
me before someone else interrupts us,” you say and tremble slightly as his lips
touch your own. His taste is still sweet on your tongue as you whisper, “How
long until we can get a ship to go back to High Command?”
“I have already made arrangements, John.” Scorpius looks at you with such
strong emotion and love in his eyes as he says, “We are going home.”
"That's great. So how are we going to occupy our time until we can
leave?" Your tongue licks at the corner of Scorpius' mouth as your hands
rub against his leather clad ass, and you want him right there in the center of
the room.
You can hear Scorpius' arousal in his husky voice, "I do believe we can
think of something." he says as he reaches over and turns off the lights
to the quarters.
The End
Originally
posted August 26,
2003