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Well, here's what the muse brought over. The story seems to be taking
a life
of its own and claiming more time and space than I originally intended.
I just hope you all like it. Please, send some feedback my way.
To become one pt.III
Caring
(Pilot's Chamber - a few moments after TBO2)
Pilot's hushed voice carried over to them. 'Officer Sun?'
'Aeryn?' Chiana edged closer to her prostrate friend. Yes she thought
of the
sebacean fem as a friend. Her friend. But this whole situation was
so
infuriating. John had been hurt by Aeryn before, and he just took
it. Any
other male in the galaxy would have either turned around and told
her to get
frelled or slapped the former PK silly; at the risk of their own
life, true,
but she had it coming.
'Aeryn?' Moya's symbiote was obviously worried.
Not Crichton though. No, he had these frelling romantic notions
she hoped
were not a trait of his species or they would all be in far deeper
dren than
they thought. Because John just let Aeryn trample over him out of
some deep
feeling of guilt. As if HE was responsible for all that had gone
wrong in
the life of this dark haired beauty she had absolutely no hope of
replacing
in his heart.
'Please, Aeryn.' The harmonics seemed to dwindle and die in accordance
to
the chamber's lights. No answer.
Thoughout the cycles, she had seen these two fight and hurt each
other over
the most insignificant things, only to dump everything else and
rush into
the mouth of Cholok himself to save the other. Many a time sacrifying
themselves for the other. But more often than not, it was John the
one with
the answer. John the one with the time for listenign. John who followed
Aeryn around so she would 'open-up'. And inevitably, it was John
who was
hurt by Aeryn and her irrational fears of emotions. Emotions for
the
misplaced and starry eyed human.
If she had a credit for everytime Moya and her crew could have avoided
trouble, pain and misery if only one or the other had opened their
mouths
and just said something. After all the cycles knowing John, she
had a finer
appreciation for relationships, but my the troubles a timely frell
took care
of!
'Aeryn, please look at me.' It was no use. She extended her left
hand to
touch Aeryn's shoulder. The dark clad figure racked by her silent
sobs. How
was she to reach her?!
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To Become...One
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