<< Continued from part 3

Author: Farscape Maniac (FarscapeManiac@hotmail.com)

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Part 4: Fragile hearts, forgiveness and lessons
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Live that moment,

Seize the moment,

Remember the moment,

And forever treasure that moment.

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I'm not much of a romantic person but I guess there are miracles. I never believed in marriage, soul mates or...love. But things change. People change with time with what they see, hear, learn and touch. This is how I learnt that there is love, that there is miracles and that there is always hope. I learned this from two simple people. Simple?? No not simple, simple by look but deep inside much more than that. They had a lifetime to deal with love and yet they had no idea how to control it. I learned a lesson I have never been taught before. The simple lesson of hope.

"John!"

I turned around from where I stood and saw a Peacekeeper in front of the hotel door calling out a name. I looked again and saw that she is not one, no, she may have dressed the same as any other Peacekeeper that I have seen but there were tearstains on her cheeks. Peacekeepers aren't supposed to show that kind of emotion. I turned my head to another Peacekeeper. He turned when his name was called out. He saw who it was and turned back and started to walk back down the road.

"I did and I do." That was all she said to his back. It got his attention and he turned back.

"I will always."

"I know." She said softly. She walked up to him. He turned around fully now. Hope could be seen through the crystal blue eyes of his. Love was shouting out to the women in front of him and hurt screamed through them as if he had died and been brought back from the dead. She cupped his face in her hands and looked straight into his eyes. She kissed him slowly as if afraid of the rejection. He kissed back, hungry for her kiss. Then he pulled back. A shock to the women's face. Her eyes spelling out confusion.

"No Aeryn. I can't." He pulled back with regret and determination. It took a lot of his strength to do that. It seemed a war between his heart and common sense. "No. This is wrong."

The women known as Aeryn looked at the man known as John. "Wrong?"

"I can't let you do this to me. You kissed me before and after that there was rejection, pain and hurt. I can't live through that again. I won't survive it."

Aeryn looked at him and said nothing for a while. She just looked at him as if examining him, daring him to say it again. She finally spoke. "What are you saying? You came to find me and you're going to leave? All this for nothing."

"No! God no Aeryn. I just, I'm not sure. I'm not sure if you really love me or you see 'him' instead of me. I don't know if this time you'll go off again and I let you and never see you again. I just don't know." He had by this time turned away heading towards a bench in the market place. He buried his head in his hands. "I really don't know what to do." He mumbled more to himself.

"John why did you really come back and find me?" Aeryn said as she sat next to him.

He kept his head in his hands. "I already told you. Everything I said was true."

"Everything I said was not."

This caught his attention again. "You're happy right?"

"Yes, but not the happiest." She lifted a locket from her vest and took it away from the place around her neck. It wasn't anything worth to keep. No value in price or beauty. In my words: ugly. But the women seemed to treasure it. She placed it in her hand and moved it so it was in front of the man's face within eyesight. "Open it."

He turned and looked at her confused. But obeyed her command. He picked it up and place it into his hand and the lock opened with a click. Surprise filled his face. He looked at her again.

"I fixed the lock." As if answering his silent question. He nodded and opened the lid slowly. "The picture of the love of my life." She said it calmly and softly afraid the people around them would hear.

He closed the lid and suddenly found the dirt very interesting. "John."

Aeryn shook her head. "No. Him, you, the John Crichton. You are the love of my life. Always have been, always will."

He didn't say anything after that. He gave the locket back to the women and then got up again. He began pacing in front of the women. Her eyes followed him, watching him move from left to right then right to left.

"You hurt me Aeryn, in so many ways. I don't know about you but I can't stand that. Human hearts are fragile things to play with, *my * heart is too fragile for that." He stopped and looked at her once then continued to walk back towards the path he had walked on before the women called him.

The women stared at him bewildered. From the look on her face she had no idea that was going to happen. The change in her features was so dramatic. In half a microt it changed from bewilderment to rage. She got up and knocked him onto his back on the ground. He never expected the attack.

"What the hell is wrong with you Aeryn! You can't have me and you don't *want * me, so what? You're gonna shoot me??"

"Do not tempt me." She said through clenched teeth.

The man let out a sigh. "We don't want that to happen now do we." He muttered under his breath sarcastically.

In one movement the woman unholsters her pulse rifle and aims it at his head. "As I said, do not tempt me."

The man looks right into the woman's eyes. "I hope you are happy Miss Sun. I hope you are very very happy." He made it sound like his final sentence. The last breath he would breathe and the last sight he would see.

The women looked back at him. "Why do you always want my happiness??"

"Because I care." He replied gently.

The women got up and walked away from him just a bit. The man is left on the ground wondering what he did to change her decision.

"That's the frelling problem with you! You care about everyone but yourself. You went to the Gammak Base to get me a peripheral nerve and you knew how much trouble you could get in if anyone found out. Then you went to Scorpius in exchange for Jothee. They are only two out of so many things that you did, that you sacrificed because you frelling care. Every time we broke down, every time we needed help. Every single time there was trouble for us you were there, right beside us, holding us up when needed. You stood by and gave us hope. We trusted you John because you gave us something we never thought was possible to give. We trust you. *I * trust you."

The women turned around. Her face held a strange glow of determination. Her eyes held memories that had rushed back to her when she explained her frustration with the man.

"You showed us how to look beyond the barriers we had put up. You broke into them, making them fall apart and made them look ridiculous. You didn't stop there, you pushed on further and deeper. You are the cause of our pain, frustration, togetherness, friendship and love."

She said those words with meaning. There was history behind those words. A past of things that held strong with the woman. So strong that they both reacted the same way. The man had not gotten up, he had listened to every word the woman had said. From what I could see on his face it was something new to him. He hadn't expected it to happen yet somehow he knew it should of. It was a weird combination. Something I couldn't explain and still can't.

I watched the woman's face. I noticed her face had changed since she turned around. That last bit, she referred it to 'we' but there was more. Yes, a whole lot more. She no longer meant it as a group of people. She meant her. She spoke through the heart. From her own heart straight to another. Straight to the man on the ground.

"What will it take to convince you, John Robert Crichton, that I Aeryn Sun do love *you *. Not the one on Talyn, not the one on Moya but you. The one who turned my life into chaos, taught me things that I have never been taught. You showed me a life and I don't know how to repay you. All I know is I love you. I have loved you and I will."

He got up and walked over to her. He walked with strength. Somehow the sun in him was lit up and he now had the energy to hold his head high without hesitation and his eyes glittered and filled up with the words she spoke out. He reached out a pushed back a strand of her hair. The simple gesture was gentle, loving and careful.

"I'm sorry Aeryn."

"You are always sorry John. For once stop it, I'm the one that should be sorry. I am the one that made you feel the hurt you feel now. So don't be sorry."

The two was lost in each other's sounds and touch. Their world only existed. A world were two people, so different to each other in more than one way. Loved each other, cared for each other and ultimately would die for the other's safety and happiness. Something I would have never done.

They were so lost in their grief, torture and hurt that they had no idea there was a fight forming behind them. The fight was quickly turning into more than a verbal fight, weapons where pulled out. It was going to get ugly.

John reached out and caressed Aeryn's check. He pushed a strand of hair behind her ears. She leaned into his hand and closed her eyes. I could tell she treasured that moment. It was a familiar moment for both of them, they knew every line of each other's face. The wrinkles, the scars and the one's that have been caused by the power of love. They lived that moment, drunk that moment till they were both drunk, they seized that moment and they will forever remember it.

"I've missed you Aeryn, I missed you so much that I couldn't care if the world fell to the ground that moment. You mean too much to me." He now rested his forehead against her, his voice barely a whisper. "But I have to know, I have to know if is me and not him."

Aeryn opened her eyes at his question, the uncertainty shined in his eyes. "You think too much John." Instead of answering his question verbally she decided this man needed to be taught a lesson. She grabbed him forcefully in her hands and crushed her lips against him. Even if he wanted to move away he couldn't. The woman was too strong. She pulled back, her lips still brushing his. "What do you think?"

I turned my attention away from the couple. The fight behind them was getting bad. Many people started to walk away afraid they would be caught in the crossfire. However the two never noticed, too enraptured in their world. That was probably why it happened, fate must have it planned, planned it at the wrong moment.

"Aeryn-" He was cut off by a gun shot. It wasn't the sound that made him stop, it was were it hit that made him stop. He looked down and sure enough on his right leg there was a newly founded wound. "Ah crap!" He collapsed to the ground. Aeryn followed him to the floor.

"John?" Her voice was panicked, afraid she would lose him again. As if it had happened once before. "John!"

"Ah god, nothing's easy. You know the hero is suppose to get the girl and live happy not get SHOT IN THE FRELLING LEG!" His patience was wearing him out. "Frell you fate! Frell you." He rubbed his face with his hands and whispered, "I feel like dren."

The woman laughed through the tears. The tears was for the fear that she thought she had lost him but now that was replaced with laughter. The laugh made the man look up at her.

"John you are the worst luck in the whole universe."

"Don't I know it. Completely bad luck."

"Well not all completely bad, you did 'get the girl'." He tried to keep his eyes open, he was loosing an excessive amount of blood. Aeryn placed in his hand the lock of hair. She bent over to him and whispered in his ear. "Fate no longer will be cruel John. I've had enough, I don't ever want to be alone again, I don't ever want you to leave me." She took out a disk of some sort, silver and round. She threw it and it landed in front of me. "And if you ever think of making a decision by using a coin think again. Follow the heart John, follow the heart." She placed pressure on his wound to stop the blood from flowing. His face scrunched up in pain.

I picked up the 'coin' and looked at it. A 'coin'. It wasn't worth to sell. I examined it and placed it in my pocket. A little solid proof that I was there and I did learn a lesson. I turn my attention back to the couple.

The man looked at the women. He said three words before he slipped into unconsciousness that made her heart leap with joy. The three words she had longed to hear since she had broken, wounded, pained, stabbed and hurt his heart.

"I forgive you."

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Live that moment,

Seize the moment,

Remember the moment,

And forever treasure that moment.

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