Navigationally, R, John/Aeryn, Farscape
Title: Navigationally
Author: virkatjol
Rating: R
Summary: What if John and Aeryn ended up on earth for a week in season 2? (takes place after Look At the Princess: Maltese Crichton)
Wordcount: 8,035
Disclaimer: Not mine. WISH THEY WERE THOUGH
A/N: This was written for the scifiland big bang challenge. Prompt by dizzydame, BETA by valhallalilly. ILU YOU GUISE!!!! <3333333
The twisting of the module seemed normal for the amount of turbulence in this quadrant of space. There is something else off about it however and John's not sure what it is. Something just doesn't feel right.
"Is everything alright?" Her voice is low and calm from in front of him. Her head tips back and Aeryn tries to see around her. His reply will give away if it is or it isn't, no matter what the words are she can hear the truth. Or when it's not there.
"It's not right."
"What's not right?" She glances though all the controls and the primitive systems of his ship all seem to be checking out.
Crichton tries to find something, anything, to prove that his feelings aren't wrong. But he comes to the same conclusion that she does. Everything is coming up roses. "It's just a feeling. Something's in the air."
"There is no air, John. It's space…"
He can practically hear her eyes roll at him. Typical Aeryn reply to his "feelings", but it never stops him from expressing them. Maybe someday she'll believe him right off.
"I got that, Aeryn, it's a saying. There's just something off about this section. We should head back to Moya." They've been out scouting long enough. There's nothing around here except bad feelings.
"Fine." She starts flicking knobs and goes to turn them around when the blue and white swirls of a wormhole open up beneath them. "Frell! Crichton!"
The comms crackle with Pilot's voice, warning them too late. They can't answer as they're swept into the current. John reaches around her and helps her guide the ship through the tunnels and twists of the wormhole. It's dizzying and they're both becoming green from the turbulence. Neither of them gives into the nausea as they attempt to navigate the module. Spinning and turning, plummeting and lifting. Finally they're out. It takes a minute for them to become aware, for their heads to stop moving. The sight in front of them makes John gasp.
Earth.
*
"That's your home?" If there's any reaction in her voice it's surprise. How is she always so controlled in situations like this?
John's heart is racing. Of all the… Dumb luck. apparently it's all you need. Formulas, theories, big ships. You don't need any of them.
"Yeah, at least it looks like it is." He's not quite sure how to handle this. Hasn't be been wishing to go back here for over a cycle? This is what he wants, isn't it?
Aeryn's flying now, not waiting for instructions. She's curious, wants to get a closer look. "Should we go down?"
"It's…" A bad idea? He wants to go down, but…
"You've been ranting and raving about this place forever. It's all you frelling talk about."
"My people, they don't understand Alien life." The ship pauses it's slow descent. "I don't want you hurt. I couldn't, I can't be the cause of you getting hurt."
She thinks on it for a few microts. Weighing her options, tossing ideas around in her head, before she makes a call. "I bet I can get us in without making a scene."
John's not so sure. All the radar, people watching the sky, random turns of misfortune he seems to attract like a fly to shit… "Baby, I don't know."
"You added a mini defense screen didn't you?" He confirms that he did. "Peacekeeper grade?"
"As far as I know. All the levels and grades and aliens all merge together after a while…" The whirring sound makes him wonder what she's up to and they they are barreling towards earth. "What the frell, Aeryn!"
"Trust me, John."
It's the oldest trick in her book, at least when it comes to him. Trust. That one word added to his first name makes him not able to do anything but exactly what she asks. "If you're wrong-"
"I'm never wrong."
*
She was right.
Much to John's astonishment. Somehow their Peacekeeper technology had aided them in a short term cloaking device. A little piece of information she hadn't felt like sharing until they dropped into a grove of trees somewhere in Florida.
It was winter, or at least that was his best guess from the temperature as they opened the top of the module. There was part of him that was hoping for summer. The heat and humidity forcing Aeryn to strip down to her bra and shorts to stay comfortable as they trekked to the nearest town. Fortunately for his sanity and his crotch the weather seemed to be fine for their leathers.
It didn't take long walking along the highway for a trucker to pull over and offer them a lift. John asked where about they were and when he found out not too far outside Orlando he was quite pleased.
"She's quiet." An observation that would be made often, John is sure. Aeryn's English is coming along but it isn't near where she could hold a long conversation.
"She's foreign." When she had moved to climb into the truck first John had stopped her. He didn't want her next to the strange man. Yes, she was more than capable of taking care of herself. He was going to try to make sure that she didn't have to. This way it was easier for her to be the quiet one. "Order a bride online, that type of thing…"
The heat of her gaze bore into his neck. Oh boy, he was in for an earful the next time they were alone. She might not know exactly what it all meant but the word "bride" was familiar, that was enough.
"You're married then?"
He just couldn't drive? He had to make conversation too?
"Yeah." This time he looked at her. Yeah, she definitely knew exactly what he'd just told the guy. The look he gets, big eyes, anger boiling behind them, mouth clenched, he silently begs her not to give them away. His hand slips over hers and collects her fingers against his palm. This time he doesn't look at the truck driver. "Newley weds. We're on our honeymoon."
When he brings her fingers to his lips, kissing them lightly, he can see a little of the anger ease. She may not kill him now, only maim him.
"Well I'm glad to help out. It's bad news about your car. Good thing you came this way instead of heading the other. Not too many truckers on the highway on the other side."
"We really appreciate the lift."
"Not a problem. I'll just drop you near Disney."
*
"I'll call my dad."
There are people about, it's outside of Disney World after all, there are always people around. The hotels are not as full, due to the time of year but it's still a bustle of activity. She tugs him into a corner, away from most of the crowd. Eyes flick over the scene, making sure before she rises on her toes to get her lips level with his ear.
"Is that a good idea? Remember what happened last time."
The sound of her voice, despite her words objecting to his idea, is nice to hear again. He's used to the deep timbre and he didn't even know that he'd missed it that much.
"We haven't got any money. We don't have a ride. We're stranded." She's looking around, trying to come up with a solution where they only need to rely on each other. There's a long sigh and a nod when she's stumped as well.
It's easy enough to find use of a free phone there. It rings four times and John is about to give up.
"Hello?"
"Dad?" His voice shakes. He hadn't realized how far he'd given up hope that he would ever see his father again. Not until he heard his voice again. Tears threaten and he somehow holds them at bay.
"John? Is that really you?"
"Yeah, I'm here…" Aeryn is standing close to him as he speaks and he can't help but reach for her hand. He needs balance. She willingly gives it. "I'm at Disney World. I need you to come…"
"I'll be right there-"
"Wait, Dad." There is a pause but he's still on the line. "Don't tell anyone. I'm not alone and… well, just don't call anyone."
"Alright, son."
The click of the phone back against the base is satisfying. Her thumb is on his cheek and it's then that he knows he wasn't able to hold back the emotions. When her hand flattens against him he leans into her touch, turns his head and kisses her palm.
"He's coming to get us." She gives a small smile and nods before he leads them out to the pick up location.
*
The sky clouds over, threatening to send a torrent of rain upon them, as Jack Crichton pulls up to the curb. He's about to get out to greet John but his son is too quick and he and Aeryn climb into the back before he can.
"John… We thought…"
"Drive dad, please." The car slides into gear and they're rolling down towards his old house in no time.
The sky opens up and the rain starts to pelt the car. It's loud and dark and he feels Aeryn move a little closer to him. No one is sure what to say, least of all Aeryn Sun, so the ride is silent with only the sluice of water covering the windshield followed by the squeak of the wipers.
They pull up to the house. It's only been a few minutes and the storm doesn't appear to be letting up. John gets out and waits for Aeryn, he tugs her close to his side and uses his coat to protect her head as they rush to get in.
It doesn't matter, both of them are soaked.
Jack takes their coats and hangs them to dry.
"I bet your sister has something that will fit her here." Jack can't wait any longer he wraps his arms around John. "We thought you were dead… Everyone… There was no sign of that module after we lost radio contact."
"It's a long story, Dad." He hugs him back just as fiercely. Neither of them quite believing that they are seeing each other again. "We'll tell you when we get dried off."
"I'll make something to eat." Jack holds onto his sons biceps, not quite ready to stop touching him, still disbelieving that it's real. "Go. Find something dry."
Aeryn waits for him to lead her back to his sister’s old room before she speaks.
"You're sure that man is your father?" She keeps her voice to a whisper, just in case. "Last time you seemed…"
"The news papers were accurate at Disney. I checked, there were things that I have no knowledge of happening." He holds up a tank top and some shorts. They look small enough to stay on her. "I doubt one of her bra's will fit…"
"Bra?" He makes a motion and she understands. "Oh, that's fine. I'm okay without."
She starts to strip in front of him not caring. He's seen her naked after all, why waste time being sell conscious? John, however turns away. They're both vulnerable again. The earth minus the sunshine. He doesn't need this to spiral into one of their beds right now.
"I'm going to go find something dry."
"Where's your quarters?" He points across the hall. "I don't want to not know where you're at…" He can tell she's not sure why she said that to him. It makes him feel more secure however.
He doesn't take long changing and when he opens his door she's sitting on the floor in the hallway waiting for him. Her legs appear to go on forever in the pink shorts and the black tank hugs all her curves perfectly. There's not anything about this woman that isn't flawless. She unwraps herself and stands. His fingers seek hers out and they cling to each other as they walk back out to the living room.
"Dad," John sits on the couch and tugs Aeryn down next to him. "This is Aeryn Sun."
Jack reaches across from the chair he's in, offering his hand in welcome. "Hello Aeryn Sun. Welcome to Earth."
She gives a faint smile and accepts his gesture. "Hello, Jack Crichton." She sees his eyes go wide as the Sebacean doesn't translate. She's spoken so little it feels strange now to do it.
"She said 'hello'." John knows his dad is shocked, confused, in disbelief. A real, live alien woman is sitting in his house. "That's why we can't call anyone. We can't risk her."
"Someone needs-"
"No, Dad, no one. Not a soul. Not DK, not Olivia, not Susan. No one. Aeryn's too important to me. We're here on accident. I don't know how long we can stay."
"You're going back?" Jack's surprise is easily distinguished in his voice and body language.
"I have to." He can't explain Aeryn to his dad, not when he can't even explain how he feels for her to himself, or her. "We have to."
There's a still that falls over them all. Aeryn looks at him, not judging just offering her support. She wouldn't ever be the one to force him to choose. No matter what she felt, no matter how much she wanted him with her, she'd been through that. Forced to leave everything that she knew.
It's hard. He's lucky, he has a choice. He chooses Aeryn. "You can stay, if you want." She can tell he's going to protest. Give her reasons why they both need to go. With five words she takes away the biggest reason he has for leaving. "I would stay with you."
"No. It's not right here for us. Earth isn't ready."
Jack's not privy to half of the conversation but from the tone he can tell it's serious. "Aeryn could stay here."
"It's what she just offered… I just couldn't ask that of her." His eyes flit between his dad and the woman next to him. "It wouldn't be right. I'm needed out there. On Moya. There's too much left unfinished…" There's a slight smile that touches her lips. Happiness at his choice. His hand reaches for her face, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear then lingering - rubbing it between his thumb and finger, feeling the silk, the strength. Soft and strong. Just like the woman it originates from.
"Will you be able to stay for a little while?" Jack doesn't want to lose his son as soon as he's returned.
Again he check with Aeryn. "Show me your world, John." She leans closer and nudges him with her shoulder. "Everything you talk so much about. Show it to me."
He can't help but invade her space a little more. His lips ache to kiss her, but somehow he holds back. Everything is new for them, despite the rocky road they've already been on he doesn't want to push her intimacy yet. This time he wants her to be ready. To love him back as completely as he already loves her.
"Okay." His eyes stay locked with hers for a moment longer before he turns to his father. "We'll stay. For a week, no longer…"
"If that's the best you can do, I'll take it, son."
*
The creaking of his door hadn't changed since he'd been away. Sleep was edging in as the noise brought him back.
"John?"
Oh, that voice. "Yeah, baby?" She must be feeling insecure to come to him.
"I…" He doesn't make her admit it.
He lifts the covers. "Come here." She's beside him in a microt and her chilled limbs snuggle up close to him.
"It's strange." She waits, trying to pick and choose her words. "Sleeping on Earth."
He's on his side and he slings an arm across her, lets his fingers play over her bicep. He props himself up to look at her, the light barely allowing any sort of vision. The liquid of her eyes reflects the moonlight that beams in the window, she's wide awake.
"Strange, how?"
"So many noises, smells, feelings I'm not accustomed to…" She flips onto her side now and slowly moves backwards until he's surrounding her - blocking everything that's unfamiliar and engulfing her in him. His scent, his touch, his breathing.
John Crichton is a damn lucky man - that's all he can think. Aeryn Sun has just admitted fear to him and asked him to comfort her. Sometimes he thinks she can't do anything to surprise him. Not anymore. Then something like this happens and he's floored by her yet again.
"You can stay here, with me." She just nods against him and hugs his arm to her chest.
"I think I can sleep now."
It doesn't take her long, now that there is something familiar. John remembers what it was like the first few nights in space. He understands the trouble she's having here. Mostly he's happy that he was able to give her something that no one could give him when he ended up on Moya.
*
Aeryn is already awake when sleep leaves him. She hasn't left his arms but he can tell by the rhythm of her breathing that she's up.
"Morning." He hugs her closer, it just feels right, before flipping onto his back and stretching. "Did you sleep well?"
"Mhmm." She decides to get up then. Standing and lifting her arms over her head to release the tension caused by sleep. Her shirt sneaks upwards and exposes her flat abs.
John almost reaches to touch them, but stops himself. "What do you want to see?"
"Your favorite places." She thinks on it a bit more. She knows leaving John with a vague idea can be dangerous. "Ones without many people around… I want to be able to talk."
"You? Wanting to talk?" The gleam in her eye turns to a teasing glare.
"Frelling human. It's your poor influence. Making me want to talk… I don't suppose shooting things is really an option here?"
"Not if we want to make it off the planet." He sits up on the side of the bed and just watches her as she peruses his old room. Picking up things and setting them down. Concentrating on old pictures, trophies, medals. Things from his past that have shaped him into the man he is now. "It's just like it's been since I moved out when I was twenty something."
She looks back at him, not quite smiling, but an amused confusion seems to be tugging at her lips. "Twenty something? I was on my own since-"
"Honey, we are very family oriented on Earth. At least for the most part. It's what breeds compassion and love and acceptance."
"Also hate, disdain, and closed mindedness."
"I wasn't talking about the bad things that might get passed among families."
She ignores him and points to a photo. "That's your mother?"
"Yeah. My sisters too." He's behind her now, staring at the photograph with her. "It was a good day. One of the best…."
"She died." It's not a question. She knows she died.
"A few months after that. It was before, right before, she got really sick." Her heat is radiating against him and he places a hand on her shoulder, unable to resist the silent call to touch her. No matter how many years pass he still has trouble speaking of his mom.
"Take me to her favorite place." She turns then, looks into his eyes. There are tears threatening to fall, but he's almost as good as she is about not letting them. "The place she loved more than anything. I want to know the woman that made you who you are."
Earth was turning Aeryn more and more human. He wasn't sure how he felt about it. He knows that her opening up to him is a good thing but he misses the strength a little. He doesn't dare ask her about it though. She's vulnerable here and that would have made her close herself off to him before. Before the compatibility test, before he was forced into fatherhood, before everything. Right now she's taken another path. One that allows him in. He'll be damned if he loses his entrance from his own dumb mistakes already.
He's sure to mess up later. He'll enjoy the warmth for now.
*
The park was quiet. It was a Monday and the off season so it wasn't really surprising. The weather was cool, but clear and as they walked beneath the canopy of trees he tried to stay close. His mother loved it here. They'd make the drive often when Jack was out of contact, off planet or just stuck at work for hours on end.
In the winter the manatees swim up the spring and people gather to look at the giant sea beasts. It was that time of year again, he was hoping to show off the strange creatures to Aeryn, although he doubted their looks would impress or surprise her.
"People come here a lot?" The amount of greenery overwhelmed her. She could see why John felt at home on the mud planet. Everything looks like it's growing here. The breeze is light across her skin and it's refreshing. Stagnant air of a ship would be more difficult to take if you were used to this. This wide open, despite being surrounded by the trees.
"Yeah, it's a state park. Family time, swimming, picnicking, camping just all together having fun being a family stuff."
It's clear from the look on her face that nothing that he just described computed for her. "It sounds fun." She's clearly just saying that, but he appreciates it all the same. Another thing that the old Aeryn, the Peacekeeper, wouldn't ever do. Lie to make him feel better.
"We didn't do much of that we'd just come and take in the fresh air, check out the manatees and let mom get refreshed from all of us being nuts cooped up in the house."
"Show me those things. Mon-oh-tees." She sounds out the English word and it makes him grin.
Her hand is clasped within his, he's not sure who reached for the other first, but he's tugging her down the path. One of the lesser known footpaths in the park. He's explored every inch of Blue Spring State Park and he knows the best place to watch the animals.
"There's nothing really like them here… But I'm sure you'll have some sort of comparison for me."
"That's what happens when you are only a dumb human." His laughter makes her smile. It's the first genuine joy they've had since landing here. Before, the fear of the unknown had been oppressive. Here, out in the cool air, alone except for the native animals, they could just be.
He leads her to the edge of the small cliff. The spring run is a few feet below them and he sits on down, feet dangling over the edge. She follows suit and soon both of them are just sitting and waiting.
"How do you know they will come?" She's staring hard into the crisp blue water. Nothing but fish and plants to catch her attention. "This is really one of the best places."
"Always so impatient, Officer Sun." John just grins at her. "Part of the fun is not knowing when or if."
"But I want to see these things."
He doesn't say it but he knows that they would want to see her too. Why wouldn't they. He just grins at her, boyish and genuinely happy that she's excited to share this place with him.
He knows they're coming, the current changes just slightly. Years of coming here, waiting for them, prove an advantage. He doesn't watch the spring any longer. He turns to look at Aeryn.
Nothing can prepare him for the way her face lights up as the first manatee comes into view.
"There." She points. "I see one." She's straining to look, trying to catch a better glimpse. Her exuberance is still tightly held and it makes him want to laugh. No matter what they're doing or where they are she's still tightly held. He can't be bothered to check all he's looking at is her. "Look John."
"I am."
"You're not! You're looking at me." A faint blush colors her cheeks. Just now realizing that she's bringing him more joy then the beasts in the water.
"I'm making a new memory for this place." His hand reaches up and touchs her cheek with his knuckles, moving hair out of her face, caressing her skin. "It's a perfect one to add to the ones of my mom."
She's confused, he does that to her a lot lately. Not sure what to think, how to feel, when he's like this. It makes her insides turn strange directions. The things he says and then he touches her. Sometimes it's too much. Like this. This time his touch is overwhelming.
Aeryn lets him be for a microt and then she takes his hand in hers. Hands are safer. Hands are more neutral. She doesn't release his, still craving the connection. But it's muted now, less, not so intense. The moment makes her heart thud harder in her chest and she lets him hold her hand against her thigh. His thumb casually running along her knuckles as they watch the herd of manatees swim up the spring.
She can see why his mother loved this place. She's falling in love with it as well.
*
When the manatees have swum on they sit for a little longer. She wants to see more of them. The strange (or not so strange) creatures that swim so gracefully despite their size have moved on, however.
"Is there more?" She's trying not to sound anxious, doesn't want to betray her excitement to him. It doesn't matter, he's listened to the cadence of her voice for long enough. He knows.
"You're not too tired?" He jokes. It's been a relaxing day, a late breakfast and just hiking on the flat to sit and watch the sea creatures. The eye roll she shoots back is well deserved. "There's a lovely wooden walkway. If you'd care to take a stroll?"
"Walking sounds good."
*
There's a lot of water around and she's fascinated by the obvious life in it. The sound of her feet, clad in borrowed flip flops, makes a delightful clacking against the wood planks.
"John?"
Hesitation mars her voice. He wonders what she'll ask that doesn't allow her to just come out with it, but to wait for acknowledgement. "Hmm?"
"When you came here did you ever think about what it would be like if you could never come back?"
"Not really…" It's probably not the answer she's looking for. An answer that will make her feel better about tearing him from this place, the memories of his mother, but it's an honest one.
"Do you think you're going to miss the comfort here?" He's about to speak but she shushes him. "I can feel the way this place calms you. You're different, just a little. I…"
"Baby, it doesn't matter." It's true he'll miss the comfort this park provides him. But he's sure, a hell of a lot more sure he'll miss Aeryn Sun more then that. "I'll just find a new sanctuary."
"I'm not sure if anything can surpass this." She's frustrated that she doesn't think she can give him this. Her feet gather momentum and she walks on ahead.
He won't let her run. Not anymore. "Aeryn." His hand grips her arm and she stops as he spins her around to face him. "It's not the place that makes this spot special. It's the person."
"That doesn't help, John." Taking away the last bit of his mother makes her feel something she rarely experiences. It takes her a micron to place it - regret.
He knows her, maybe a little better than she knows this part of herself. "You aren't replacing anything. You're adding to my life. I can't linger in the past, it's not healthy. We've got a future…" The word ‘together’ hangs in the air between them. Everything is still fragile, too easily damaged right now. "On Moya. We'll find a new place. One for us."
Her face tightens, brow wrinkling as her head shakes. "It's not the same."
"No, it's not." He tugs her closer. The other hand joins in and he's gripping both of her biceps now. She tries to look away but he's dipping his head so he can catch her gaze. "I don't want it to be. I don't want the same sort of memories with you as I have here, with my family."
Words are caught in her throat. She's not quite sure how to reply. Crichton can talk circles around everyone she's ever met and sometimes she's not sure if he's doing that to her. Aeryn takes a moment to herself, steeling her nerves, before meeting his eyes head on. She sees nothing but truth there.
He means every word. A relief washes over her, tension melting from her body, muscles relaxing. His thumbs are drawing arcs on her arms and without knowing why she cups her hands around his neck, steadies his face and kisses him.
They're good at kissing. Something they don't argue over. Their mouths seem to have made peace with each other long ago - content to work towards mutual pleasure instead of the push and pull of the rest of their relationship.
When she's kissing him everything else slips away. Sometimes she does it just for that reason. The need to forget everything else if only for a moment. His lips let hers do the leading and she holds on to that bit of control.
It's like he just knows. Reads her like a children's book and responds with perfection. Their tongues don't hesitate for long and she's plunging hers into his mouth. A nearby tree is pressing into her back and she has no recollection of walking backwards to it. His hands are tight against her scalp and the fierce pull on her hair only provides a grounding sensation, not pain.
They kiss and kiss and by the time the mutual decision is made to part neither of them can breathe. Short gasping breaths are drawn into their lungs and even though it's not physically possible for them to kiss again, they stay close, hands tightly holding on to one another. Their noses bump and lips brush in gentle, soft, light kisses. Ones that can't steal all their oxygen but still provide the touch they're craving.
"I never had this sort of memory with my mother."
She smiles, large, teeth shining against the waning daylight. "It's good to hear that. I wouldn't want to think any less of humans."
"I didn't think that was possible."
*
"I want to go out again." Aeryn is laid out on the couch and her fingers and trailing up and down the smooth surface of the wooden floor. She's got an impish smile on her lips and John looks at her over the paper. "It's nice to do nothing for a bit but show me more."
They'd stayed at his dad's house the next two days. He'd wanted as much time as possible with him. Wanted him to know Aeryn. John was fairly confident in his feelings for her, despite her own misgivings about feelings in general, John knew he could convince her. She just took time.
"Where do you want to go?" He folds the paper and sets it on the nearby table. Leaning forward, arms on his thighs, he asks her again. "I need to know what you'd like to see."
"Show me where young people went. The places they went on dates..." Her smile turns secret and saucy.
"Peacekeepers have make out spots?"
"Anywhere on a ship." She flips over and her fingers dance along the wedge of skin exposed across her stomach. "But humans aren't like that. At least from what I've gathered watching USA and Lifetime all day."
He'd tried to get her to watch something more educational but to his own detriment she'd refused.
"You believe that tripe?" Getting up he saunters over to her, there's just enough space for him by her hip and he sits there. He leans over her, his mouth hovering over hers as he speaks. "You just want to make out with me."
"Mmm…" She turns her head, unable to deny it but not wanting to confirm it either. "I just don't believe that John Crichton would be smooth enough to get girls to these places."
His body sinks lower - chest pressing against her, as his lips make a trail along her jawline. "I have a woman to bring there now. Does that count for something?"
Her groan tells him she likes him speaking about her that way. Something inside her overrides her need to be the decision maker, the strong one, the caregiver, if only long enough to let him do it sometimes. It's a huge turn on when she lets him in. She tips her head back so he can kiss her neck.
"Counts if you can get her up there." She's almost convinced that she would be happier staying here instead now. Despite sleeping with him every night, all they've been doing is sleeping and she wants more. She's not used to this push and pull.
"How about we do a whole human date night then?" He's sitting up, leaning away. The disappointment of the loss of his touch is evident on her face.
She places a hand on his knee and rubs across the tight skin covering it. "Does this include delicious human junk food?"
"Burgers and fries sound good?"
She's seen the commercials, had a bit of similar food since arriving. She nods her head. "Milk shake, too?"
"You know it, baby." There's no waiting around now. He's on his feet and tugging her up to hers. "Wanna go on a date?"
"It is customary to ask, or so I've learned from the television device." She pretends to ponder the question. "Yes."
"Pick you up in thirty minutes." John leans over and kisses her cheek. "Meet me back here. I need to shower and change. Gotta smell good if I'm taking my best girl out to eat. Making out after is so much easier then."
*
The drive to Sampson Mill doesn't take long. It's a little known spot, one that was popular among his group in high school. The food is already soaking the paper bag with grease and the smell makes his stomach rumble.
Sometimes human customs make little sense to her. "Can't we just eat it?" Even when she goes to taste her ice cream drink he bats her hand away.
"Not yet. Gotta wait."
It's the third time he's told her to wait. "Are we almost there?" Another tactic.
John just smiles at her impatience. She has little time for his games and even with the indulgence he's somehow earned he's not sure if he's reading her right. He doesn't know if it's the hunger or the desire talking. "Five more microns."
Her eyes don't leave him the whole drive. It's strangely comforting to be watched by her as he navigates the road.
"You drive this better than a ship." She loves to watch him steer and shift and tell the car where to go on the road. "You should teach me to drive this primitive vehicle."
"While that sounds just delightful, I don't think that being pulled over and ticketed for you flying down the road at spaceship like speeds is a good idea."
"I can go slow…"
"In which lifetime?" All he gets is her huffing her disappointment and the sound of her flopping back against the leather seat. They pull into one of the parking spots at the mill. It's deserted, as it should be for a wednesday night, and he's glad. "We're here."
She grabs the bag and digs out her portion. "Finally."
*
'Does this place usually fill up?" She's peering around at the emptiness. "If it were Peacekeepers there'd be droves of kids here."
"Well, you see, humans aren't as openly sexual as the PK's."
Aeryn tries to hide her smirk, unsuccessfully. "I noticed."
"Now what's that supposed to mean?" John's enjoin his dinner under the stars, especially the company. "I am not sure if I should feel insulted or not."
"You never are." She can't help the giggle that escapes then.
"Now I know I've been insulted." He can't stop looking at her though. The moon reflecting against the deep black of her hair and the pale white of her skin. She looked like she was enjoying herself. It's a rare mask for Aeryn, one of pure happiness. "You're beautiful."
The ripple of her throat is from emotion not swallowing food, she hasn't taken a bit in a while. He likes the moments when he catches her off guard, when her walls are passible, a grappling hook and miles of rope aren't needed to gain access.
"You're just trying to get me into the backseat." The lifetime movies, again… The glimmer in her eyes tells him it's a cover. She wants him to dissuade her of that notion.
"Naw, baby, it's not comfortable in the back seat. I'm getting old-"
"And fat." She pats his belly and grins still trying to ease the rapidly rising tension.
"Ain't never living that down am I?" She shakes her head. Their food is all but gone so he moves the wrappers into the bag and tosses it behind them. He takes her hand and drags it to he lips, lightly brushing her knuckles in a kiss. "Bed's the only way these days."
It's long minutes that they just look at each other. Weighing options, thinking and deciding. John finally breaks the connection, unable to just be with her like this. His heart is pounding against his ribs, almost bursting free. It's too hot in the car.
She seems to feel it too, the overwhelming emotion that often seems to overtake them these days. "Show me what else is up here."
He releases her hand and after it's gone the loss swells up in him. He knows, in that instant, there's nothing else for him. No matter where she is. He needs to be there.
"Nothing but the stars." He clasps her hand as she exits the car and doesn't let go. Not this time. Her fingers interlace with his. She's in agreement - the contact is necessary.
Aeryn looks around the area and drags him wherever she wishes to look. "It's strange, not being able to get any closer to the stars."
She was born on a ship and sometimes John aches for her loss. The feel of something solid under your feet. Fresh air brushing your face from a summer breeze, the feel of mud between your toes after a spring rain, leaves that crunch under your feet in the fall and the tickling of snowflakes on your nose. It's strange that she's never felt those things. Just as it's weird for her that he's not used to life on a ship.
"You wouldn't like living on a planet, would you?" John's not sure he wants the answer. Could he make a life on a ship? He has, hasn't he? In the past, almost two, cycles he's made a decent life on Moya. He's got family there, it's as much of a home as any place he's ever lived.
"It would be…"
"Difficult?" He tugs her to the bench on the overlook. The city gleams below and she sits closer than he feels is normal.
"At first… I'm sure, like anything, it would take some getting used to." She's not sure where this conversation is heading, what sort of path he's taking her on. "Do you want me to stay here? Have you changed you mind?"
"No! No… I just." He's not sure. Not ready? "There are things you miss - living like that."
"I've never known them. How can I miss them?" Her logic is often infallible when she puts things like that.
"But I have." He feels her about to pull away and quickly continues. "I don't want to be anywhere without you." She stiffens at the honesty, the depth, of his words. "I want you to know the things that come with planet life too."
Some things are important to John. A vast variety of experiences seems to be one of them. He's a scientist so it shouldn't surprise anyone.
"Can you show me the important ones? Before we fly back?" Willingness to try. It's one of his favorite things about Aeryn. She used to be so stiff, so regimented. But now she's opening up, thinking outside the box. She's becoming more than she was.
"I think we're working on some of them right now." She breeze filters among the trees behind them and she shivers. His arm pulls her to his side and she snuggles in. "Yep, definitely. The important ones."
*
Jack's already long asleep by the time they get in the next night. They threw caution to the wind and he took her out bowling. They went to a low end place with a small bar attached. He introduced her to frilly girl drinks and wasn't at all surprised when she wanted whiskey - straight up.
Sebaceans can hold their liquor. John didn't risk his own soberness after the first couple shots. Her safety was the most important.
"That was fun." His voice is soft and she nods her agreement.
They trek, quietly, to his bedroom and when the door snicks closed her arms are around his neck. There's a faint scent of alcohol on her breath but he knows it's not what's making decisions for her. A hint of a caress teases his lips and suddenly they're kissing. Hot. Open mouth. Wet. Kissing.
They're a tangle of arms and legs as they tumble back onto his bed. This is happening again. SImilar to the last time. The last time they were on Earth. But different. It was real before, but just not… Not the same. Her body moves on top of his and all the thoughts leave him. No more comparisons. No more worrying. No more wondering. Just being, living in the moment, loving her.
He lets her pull his shirt off, unbuckle his belt and flip it out of the loops, but when she gets his fly undone that's when he takes over. Turning her onto her back, burying his face in the crook of her neck. She smells like Jack Daniels, floor polish, smoke and underneath everything else was Aeryn. A scent he'd know anywhere.
John's hands slid up her back, removing her tank top as he goes. She arches forward and his lips capture her breast as the material reveals them. She is sweet. Nothing like he remembers and yet still her. Her hips are rocking against him, both of them are on the edge. Almost a week of the constant flirtation finally culminating into flesh on flesh.
"You're sure, Aeryn?" His mouth hovers above hers, waiting for her answer. She just nods. "Say it. I want to hear you."
Humans… Always need words. "I'm sure." She doesn't give him a chance, pulls him down to connect their mouths again. Kissing like they were born for each other. Maybe they were.
The rest of their clothing is removed and in no time at all he's pressing inside of her. The two of them become one body. One heart beating in rhythm as their hips cant and thrust, rub and press. Everything is a ball of sensation as they strive towards their mutual pleasure.
"So gorgeous." He whispers the words, barely enough breath to allow that many to pass his lips.
She can only moan as she spreads her fingers across his lower back, pulling him deeper, harder against her. She's just there, almost there.
So close.
"I love you." The words give her pause, her eyes widen as she catches his gaze. "I love you." He repeats them.
Her orgasm hits her, a cry stifled by his lips, as she barrels through her pleasure. He's right behind her, not needing the words, it's enough for him to give them. If it takes her forever to say them it won't matter because he knows. He can feel her love for him. The way her body is responding so easily, so quickly, so in time to his own. Everything lets him know. Words are nice, but he doesn't need them.
His own climax waits on her. It's difficult to hold back when all she's doing is telling him to let go, her body is begging for him to give in. But he doesn't. Not yet. He wants to see her all the way through.
"John?" Her voice is deeper than normal, a rasp to it that she tries to clear.
He knows what the question is, but he doesn't need to give her an answer with words. His hips resume their thrusting and her eyes shut, relishing in the feelings, even if they won't bring her anywhere.
Her nails scrape at his back, direct encouragement always was her style, her heels dig into his ass, holding him close as her body gives him everything it has to help complete his pleasure.
Her name falls from his lips as he tumbles into the pit of ecstasy. She's right there to catch him at the bottom.
This is much better than the first time. This time he knows that when he wakes up, she'll still be there - wrapped in his arms.
*
The week comes to a halt much sooner than either of them anticipated. Seven days seemed so long when they were sitting in the living room, soaked from the rain, in borrowed clothing. Now it's over. They need to head back to Moya, to their family, to their destiny.
Before they entered the Earth's atmosphere John was worried about what would happen. Where they'd end up. She's always surprising him and, really, by now, it shouldn't come as one.
She's intelligent, caring, compassionate and beautiful. Everything she is, everything she does is right with him. She's hugging his dad now. When she pulls away he sees the tears in his father's eyes and he's about to lose it himself.
Aeryn turns towards him and he knows it's all over when the first droplet slips free from her own lovely baby blues. She understands now. What it was like for him, the idea that he'd never, ever see his home again. Before this week home was just a meaningless human word for her. There was no feelings behind it. It was just a place.
Now, she gets it. And it makes him love her more.
"Dad." Neither of them know what to do. The strength he needs is there, reflected in Aeryn's eyes as he glances back and forth between the two of them. The girl or your family? In what world was this choice ever one that he'd have to be making?
Apparently this one. It's always easier to rip it off quickly. Both he and his father know it. There is a quick hug, tight, firm. It's the last one.
Goodbye. Forever.
"I get it, son."
John knows he does. He loved his mother just as fiercely.
*
He drives them to the highway, near where the ship was covered. It's night time, the cover of darkness aiding their departure. They don't look back as they walk away.
It's too hard. There's too much pain. The decision is made.
Jack still waves as the module flickers into oblivion. There's still hope that one day he'll see them again. Until then he'll look up every once in awhile and picture his son with the woman he loves. Loves more than life itself.
And he'll be happy for him.
The End
Author: virkatjol
Rating: R
Summary: What if John and Aeryn ended up on earth for a week in season 2? (takes place after Look At the Princess: Maltese Crichton)
Wordcount: 8,035
Disclaimer: Not mine. WISH THEY WERE THOUGH
A/N: This was written for the scifiland big bang challenge. Prompt by dizzydame, BETA by valhallalilly. ILU YOU GUISE!!!! <3333333
The twisting of the module seemed normal for the amount of turbulence in this quadrant of space. There is something else off about it however and John's not sure what it is. Something just doesn't feel right.
"Is everything alright?" Her voice is low and calm from in front of him. Her head tips back and Aeryn tries to see around her. His reply will give away if it is or it isn't, no matter what the words are she can hear the truth. Or when it's not there.
"It's not right."
"What's not right?" She glances though all the controls and the primitive systems of his ship all seem to be checking out.
Crichton tries to find something, anything, to prove that his feelings aren't wrong. But he comes to the same conclusion that she does. Everything is coming up roses. "It's just a feeling. Something's in the air."
"There is no air, John. It's space…"
He can practically hear her eyes roll at him. Typical Aeryn reply to his "feelings", but it never stops him from expressing them. Maybe someday she'll believe him right off.
"I got that, Aeryn, it's a saying. There's just something off about this section. We should head back to Moya." They've been out scouting long enough. There's nothing around here except bad feelings.
"Fine." She starts flicking knobs and goes to turn them around when the blue and white swirls of a wormhole open up beneath them. "Frell! Crichton!"
The comms crackle with Pilot's voice, warning them too late. They can't answer as they're swept into the current. John reaches around her and helps her guide the ship through the tunnels and twists of the wormhole. It's dizzying and they're both becoming green from the turbulence. Neither of them gives into the nausea as they attempt to navigate the module. Spinning and turning, plummeting and lifting. Finally they're out. It takes a minute for them to become aware, for their heads to stop moving. The sight in front of them makes John gasp.
Earth.
*
"That's your home?" If there's any reaction in her voice it's surprise. How is she always so controlled in situations like this?
John's heart is racing. Of all the… Dumb luck. apparently it's all you need. Formulas, theories, big ships. You don't need any of them.
"Yeah, at least it looks like it is." He's not quite sure how to handle this. Hasn't be been wishing to go back here for over a cycle? This is what he wants, isn't it?
Aeryn's flying now, not waiting for instructions. She's curious, wants to get a closer look. "Should we go down?"
"It's…" A bad idea? He wants to go down, but…
"You've been ranting and raving about this place forever. It's all you frelling talk about."
"My people, they don't understand Alien life." The ship pauses it's slow descent. "I don't want you hurt. I couldn't, I can't be the cause of you getting hurt."
She thinks on it for a few microts. Weighing her options, tossing ideas around in her head, before she makes a call. "I bet I can get us in without making a scene."
John's not so sure. All the radar, people watching the sky, random turns of misfortune he seems to attract like a fly to shit… "Baby, I don't know."
"You added a mini defense screen didn't you?" He confirms that he did. "Peacekeeper grade?"
"As far as I know. All the levels and grades and aliens all merge together after a while…" The whirring sound makes him wonder what she's up to and they they are barreling towards earth. "What the frell, Aeryn!"
"Trust me, John."
It's the oldest trick in her book, at least when it comes to him. Trust. That one word added to his first name makes him not able to do anything but exactly what she asks. "If you're wrong-"
"I'm never wrong."
*
She was right.
Much to John's astonishment. Somehow their Peacekeeper technology had aided them in a short term cloaking device. A little piece of information she hadn't felt like sharing until they dropped into a grove of trees somewhere in Florida.
It was winter, or at least that was his best guess from the temperature as they opened the top of the module. There was part of him that was hoping for summer. The heat and humidity forcing Aeryn to strip down to her bra and shorts to stay comfortable as they trekked to the nearest town. Fortunately for his sanity and his crotch the weather seemed to be fine for their leathers.
It didn't take long walking along the highway for a trucker to pull over and offer them a lift. John asked where about they were and when he found out not too far outside Orlando he was quite pleased.
"She's quiet." An observation that would be made often, John is sure. Aeryn's English is coming along but it isn't near where she could hold a long conversation.
"She's foreign." When she had moved to climb into the truck first John had stopped her. He didn't want her next to the strange man. Yes, she was more than capable of taking care of herself. He was going to try to make sure that she didn't have to. This way it was easier for her to be the quiet one. "Order a bride online, that type of thing…"
The heat of her gaze bore into his neck. Oh boy, he was in for an earful the next time they were alone. She might not know exactly what it all meant but the word "bride" was familiar, that was enough.
"You're married then?"
He just couldn't drive? He had to make conversation too?
"Yeah." This time he looked at her. Yeah, she definitely knew exactly what he'd just told the guy. The look he gets, big eyes, anger boiling behind them, mouth clenched, he silently begs her not to give them away. His hand slips over hers and collects her fingers against his palm. This time he doesn't look at the truck driver. "Newley weds. We're on our honeymoon."
When he brings her fingers to his lips, kissing them lightly, he can see a little of the anger ease. She may not kill him now, only maim him.
"Well I'm glad to help out. It's bad news about your car. Good thing you came this way instead of heading the other. Not too many truckers on the highway on the other side."
"We really appreciate the lift."
"Not a problem. I'll just drop you near Disney."
*
"I'll call my dad."
There are people about, it's outside of Disney World after all, there are always people around. The hotels are not as full, due to the time of year but it's still a bustle of activity. She tugs him into a corner, away from most of the crowd. Eyes flick over the scene, making sure before she rises on her toes to get her lips level with his ear.
"Is that a good idea? Remember what happened last time."
The sound of her voice, despite her words objecting to his idea, is nice to hear again. He's used to the deep timbre and he didn't even know that he'd missed it that much.
"We haven't got any money. We don't have a ride. We're stranded." She's looking around, trying to come up with a solution where they only need to rely on each other. There's a long sigh and a nod when she's stumped as well.
It's easy enough to find use of a free phone there. It rings four times and John is about to give up.
"Hello?"
"Dad?" His voice shakes. He hadn't realized how far he'd given up hope that he would ever see his father again. Not until he heard his voice again. Tears threaten and he somehow holds them at bay.
"John? Is that really you?"
"Yeah, I'm here…" Aeryn is standing close to him as he speaks and he can't help but reach for her hand. He needs balance. She willingly gives it. "I'm at Disney World. I need you to come…"
"I'll be right there-"
"Wait, Dad." There is a pause but he's still on the line. "Don't tell anyone. I'm not alone and… well, just don't call anyone."
"Alright, son."
The click of the phone back against the base is satisfying. Her thumb is on his cheek and it's then that he knows he wasn't able to hold back the emotions. When her hand flattens against him he leans into her touch, turns his head and kisses her palm.
"He's coming to get us." She gives a small smile and nods before he leads them out to the pick up location.
*
The sky clouds over, threatening to send a torrent of rain upon them, as Jack Crichton pulls up to the curb. He's about to get out to greet John but his son is too quick and he and Aeryn climb into the back before he can.
"John… We thought…"
"Drive dad, please." The car slides into gear and they're rolling down towards his old house in no time.
The sky opens up and the rain starts to pelt the car. It's loud and dark and he feels Aeryn move a little closer to him. No one is sure what to say, least of all Aeryn Sun, so the ride is silent with only the sluice of water covering the windshield followed by the squeak of the wipers.
They pull up to the house. It's only been a few minutes and the storm doesn't appear to be letting up. John gets out and waits for Aeryn, he tugs her close to his side and uses his coat to protect her head as they rush to get in.
It doesn't matter, both of them are soaked.
Jack takes their coats and hangs them to dry.
"I bet your sister has something that will fit her here." Jack can't wait any longer he wraps his arms around John. "We thought you were dead… Everyone… There was no sign of that module after we lost radio contact."
"It's a long story, Dad." He hugs him back just as fiercely. Neither of them quite believing that they are seeing each other again. "We'll tell you when we get dried off."
"I'll make something to eat." Jack holds onto his sons biceps, not quite ready to stop touching him, still disbelieving that it's real. "Go. Find something dry."
Aeryn waits for him to lead her back to his sister’s old room before she speaks.
"You're sure that man is your father?" She keeps her voice to a whisper, just in case. "Last time you seemed…"
"The news papers were accurate at Disney. I checked, there were things that I have no knowledge of happening." He holds up a tank top and some shorts. They look small enough to stay on her. "I doubt one of her bra's will fit…"
"Bra?" He makes a motion and she understands. "Oh, that's fine. I'm okay without."
She starts to strip in front of him not caring. He's seen her naked after all, why waste time being sell conscious? John, however turns away. They're both vulnerable again. The earth minus the sunshine. He doesn't need this to spiral into one of their beds right now.
"I'm going to go find something dry."
"Where's your quarters?" He points across the hall. "I don't want to not know where you're at…" He can tell she's not sure why she said that to him. It makes him feel more secure however.
He doesn't take long changing and when he opens his door she's sitting on the floor in the hallway waiting for him. Her legs appear to go on forever in the pink shorts and the black tank hugs all her curves perfectly. There's not anything about this woman that isn't flawless. She unwraps herself and stands. His fingers seek hers out and they cling to each other as they walk back out to the living room.
"Dad," John sits on the couch and tugs Aeryn down next to him. "This is Aeryn Sun."
Jack reaches across from the chair he's in, offering his hand in welcome. "Hello Aeryn Sun. Welcome to Earth."
She gives a faint smile and accepts his gesture. "Hello, Jack Crichton." She sees his eyes go wide as the Sebacean doesn't translate. She's spoken so little it feels strange now to do it.
"She said 'hello'." John knows his dad is shocked, confused, in disbelief. A real, live alien woman is sitting in his house. "That's why we can't call anyone. We can't risk her."
"Someone needs-"
"No, Dad, no one. Not a soul. Not DK, not Olivia, not Susan. No one. Aeryn's too important to me. We're here on accident. I don't know how long we can stay."
"You're going back?" Jack's surprise is easily distinguished in his voice and body language.
"I have to." He can't explain Aeryn to his dad, not when he can't even explain how he feels for her to himself, or her. "We have to."
There's a still that falls over them all. Aeryn looks at him, not judging just offering her support. She wouldn't ever be the one to force him to choose. No matter what she felt, no matter how much she wanted him with her, she'd been through that. Forced to leave everything that she knew.
It's hard. He's lucky, he has a choice. He chooses Aeryn. "You can stay, if you want." She can tell he's going to protest. Give her reasons why they both need to go. With five words she takes away the biggest reason he has for leaving. "I would stay with you."
"No. It's not right here for us. Earth isn't ready."
Jack's not privy to half of the conversation but from the tone he can tell it's serious. "Aeryn could stay here."
"It's what she just offered… I just couldn't ask that of her." His eyes flit between his dad and the woman next to him. "It wouldn't be right. I'm needed out there. On Moya. There's too much left unfinished…" There's a slight smile that touches her lips. Happiness at his choice. His hand reaches for her face, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear then lingering - rubbing it between his thumb and finger, feeling the silk, the strength. Soft and strong. Just like the woman it originates from.
"Will you be able to stay for a little while?" Jack doesn't want to lose his son as soon as he's returned.
Again he check with Aeryn. "Show me your world, John." She leans closer and nudges him with her shoulder. "Everything you talk so much about. Show it to me."
He can't help but invade her space a little more. His lips ache to kiss her, but somehow he holds back. Everything is new for them, despite the rocky road they've already been on he doesn't want to push her intimacy yet. This time he wants her to be ready. To love him back as completely as he already loves her.
"Okay." His eyes stay locked with hers for a moment longer before he turns to his father. "We'll stay. For a week, no longer…"
"If that's the best you can do, I'll take it, son."
*
The creaking of his door hadn't changed since he'd been away. Sleep was edging in as the noise brought him back.
"John?"
Oh, that voice. "Yeah, baby?" She must be feeling insecure to come to him.
"I…" He doesn't make her admit it.
He lifts the covers. "Come here." She's beside him in a microt and her chilled limbs snuggle up close to him.
"It's strange." She waits, trying to pick and choose her words. "Sleeping on Earth."
He's on his side and he slings an arm across her, lets his fingers play over her bicep. He props himself up to look at her, the light barely allowing any sort of vision. The liquid of her eyes reflects the moonlight that beams in the window, she's wide awake.
"Strange, how?"
"So many noises, smells, feelings I'm not accustomed to…" She flips onto her side now and slowly moves backwards until he's surrounding her - blocking everything that's unfamiliar and engulfing her in him. His scent, his touch, his breathing.
John Crichton is a damn lucky man - that's all he can think. Aeryn Sun has just admitted fear to him and asked him to comfort her. Sometimes he thinks she can't do anything to surprise him. Not anymore. Then something like this happens and he's floored by her yet again.
"You can stay here, with me." She just nods against him and hugs his arm to her chest.
"I think I can sleep now."
It doesn't take her long, now that there is something familiar. John remembers what it was like the first few nights in space. He understands the trouble she's having here. Mostly he's happy that he was able to give her something that no one could give him when he ended up on Moya.
*
Aeryn is already awake when sleep leaves him. She hasn't left his arms but he can tell by the rhythm of her breathing that she's up.
"Morning." He hugs her closer, it just feels right, before flipping onto his back and stretching. "Did you sleep well?"
"Mhmm." She decides to get up then. Standing and lifting her arms over her head to release the tension caused by sleep. Her shirt sneaks upwards and exposes her flat abs.
John almost reaches to touch them, but stops himself. "What do you want to see?"
"Your favorite places." She thinks on it a bit more. She knows leaving John with a vague idea can be dangerous. "Ones without many people around… I want to be able to talk."
"You? Wanting to talk?" The gleam in her eye turns to a teasing glare.
"Frelling human. It's your poor influence. Making me want to talk… I don't suppose shooting things is really an option here?"
"Not if we want to make it off the planet." He sits up on the side of the bed and just watches her as she peruses his old room. Picking up things and setting them down. Concentrating on old pictures, trophies, medals. Things from his past that have shaped him into the man he is now. "It's just like it's been since I moved out when I was twenty something."
She looks back at him, not quite smiling, but an amused confusion seems to be tugging at her lips. "Twenty something? I was on my own since-"
"Honey, we are very family oriented on Earth. At least for the most part. It's what breeds compassion and love and acceptance."
"Also hate, disdain, and closed mindedness."
"I wasn't talking about the bad things that might get passed among families."
She ignores him and points to a photo. "That's your mother?"
"Yeah. My sisters too." He's behind her now, staring at the photograph with her. "It was a good day. One of the best…."
"She died." It's not a question. She knows she died.
"A few months after that. It was before, right before, she got really sick." Her heat is radiating against him and he places a hand on her shoulder, unable to resist the silent call to touch her. No matter how many years pass he still has trouble speaking of his mom.
"Take me to her favorite place." She turns then, looks into his eyes. There are tears threatening to fall, but he's almost as good as she is about not letting them. "The place she loved more than anything. I want to know the woman that made you who you are."
Earth was turning Aeryn more and more human. He wasn't sure how he felt about it. He knows that her opening up to him is a good thing but he misses the strength a little. He doesn't dare ask her about it though. She's vulnerable here and that would have made her close herself off to him before. Before the compatibility test, before he was forced into fatherhood, before everything. Right now she's taken another path. One that allows him in. He'll be damned if he loses his entrance from his own dumb mistakes already.
He's sure to mess up later. He'll enjoy the warmth for now.
*
The park was quiet. It was a Monday and the off season so it wasn't really surprising. The weather was cool, but clear and as they walked beneath the canopy of trees he tried to stay close. His mother loved it here. They'd make the drive often when Jack was out of contact, off planet or just stuck at work for hours on end.
In the winter the manatees swim up the spring and people gather to look at the giant sea beasts. It was that time of year again, he was hoping to show off the strange creatures to Aeryn, although he doubted their looks would impress or surprise her.
"People come here a lot?" The amount of greenery overwhelmed her. She could see why John felt at home on the mud planet. Everything looks like it's growing here. The breeze is light across her skin and it's refreshing. Stagnant air of a ship would be more difficult to take if you were used to this. This wide open, despite being surrounded by the trees.
"Yeah, it's a state park. Family time, swimming, picnicking, camping just all together having fun being a family stuff."
It's clear from the look on her face that nothing that he just described computed for her. "It sounds fun." She's clearly just saying that, but he appreciates it all the same. Another thing that the old Aeryn, the Peacekeeper, wouldn't ever do. Lie to make him feel better.
"We didn't do much of that we'd just come and take in the fresh air, check out the manatees and let mom get refreshed from all of us being nuts cooped up in the house."
"Show me those things. Mon-oh-tees." She sounds out the English word and it makes him grin.
Her hand is clasped within his, he's not sure who reached for the other first, but he's tugging her down the path. One of the lesser known footpaths in the park. He's explored every inch of Blue Spring State Park and he knows the best place to watch the animals.
"There's nothing really like them here… But I'm sure you'll have some sort of comparison for me."
"That's what happens when you are only a dumb human." His laughter makes her smile. It's the first genuine joy they've had since landing here. Before, the fear of the unknown had been oppressive. Here, out in the cool air, alone except for the native animals, they could just be.
He leads her to the edge of the small cliff. The spring run is a few feet below them and he sits on down, feet dangling over the edge. She follows suit and soon both of them are just sitting and waiting.
"How do you know they will come?" She's staring hard into the crisp blue water. Nothing but fish and plants to catch her attention. "This is really one of the best places."
"Always so impatient, Officer Sun." John just grins at her. "Part of the fun is not knowing when or if."
"But I want to see these things."
He doesn't say it but he knows that they would want to see her too. Why wouldn't they. He just grins at her, boyish and genuinely happy that she's excited to share this place with him.
He knows they're coming, the current changes just slightly. Years of coming here, waiting for them, prove an advantage. He doesn't watch the spring any longer. He turns to look at Aeryn.
Nothing can prepare him for the way her face lights up as the first manatee comes into view.
"There." She points. "I see one." She's straining to look, trying to catch a better glimpse. Her exuberance is still tightly held and it makes him want to laugh. No matter what they're doing or where they are she's still tightly held. He can't be bothered to check all he's looking at is her. "Look John."
"I am."
"You're not! You're looking at me." A faint blush colors her cheeks. Just now realizing that she's bringing him more joy then the beasts in the water.
"I'm making a new memory for this place." His hand reaches up and touchs her cheek with his knuckles, moving hair out of her face, caressing her skin. "It's a perfect one to add to the ones of my mom."
She's confused, he does that to her a lot lately. Not sure what to think, how to feel, when he's like this. It makes her insides turn strange directions. The things he says and then he touches her. Sometimes it's too much. Like this. This time his touch is overwhelming.
Aeryn lets him be for a microt and then she takes his hand in hers. Hands are safer. Hands are more neutral. She doesn't release his, still craving the connection. But it's muted now, less, not so intense. The moment makes her heart thud harder in her chest and she lets him hold her hand against her thigh. His thumb casually running along her knuckles as they watch the herd of manatees swim up the spring.
She can see why his mother loved this place. She's falling in love with it as well.
*
When the manatees have swum on they sit for a little longer. She wants to see more of them. The strange (or not so strange) creatures that swim so gracefully despite their size have moved on, however.
"Is there more?" She's trying not to sound anxious, doesn't want to betray her excitement to him. It doesn't matter, he's listened to the cadence of her voice for long enough. He knows.
"You're not too tired?" He jokes. It's been a relaxing day, a late breakfast and just hiking on the flat to sit and watch the sea creatures. The eye roll she shoots back is well deserved. "There's a lovely wooden walkway. If you'd care to take a stroll?"
"Walking sounds good."
*
There's a lot of water around and she's fascinated by the obvious life in it. The sound of her feet, clad in borrowed flip flops, makes a delightful clacking against the wood planks.
"John?"
Hesitation mars her voice. He wonders what she'll ask that doesn't allow her to just come out with it, but to wait for acknowledgement. "Hmm?"
"When you came here did you ever think about what it would be like if you could never come back?"
"Not really…" It's probably not the answer she's looking for. An answer that will make her feel better about tearing him from this place, the memories of his mother, but it's an honest one.
"Do you think you're going to miss the comfort here?" He's about to speak but she shushes him. "I can feel the way this place calms you. You're different, just a little. I…"
"Baby, it doesn't matter." It's true he'll miss the comfort this park provides him. But he's sure, a hell of a lot more sure he'll miss Aeryn Sun more then that. "I'll just find a new sanctuary."
"I'm not sure if anything can surpass this." She's frustrated that she doesn't think she can give him this. Her feet gather momentum and she walks on ahead.
He won't let her run. Not anymore. "Aeryn." His hand grips her arm and she stops as he spins her around to face him. "It's not the place that makes this spot special. It's the person."
"That doesn't help, John." Taking away the last bit of his mother makes her feel something she rarely experiences. It takes her a micron to place it - regret.
He knows her, maybe a little better than she knows this part of herself. "You aren't replacing anything. You're adding to my life. I can't linger in the past, it's not healthy. We've got a future…" The word ‘together’ hangs in the air between them. Everything is still fragile, too easily damaged right now. "On Moya. We'll find a new place. One for us."
Her face tightens, brow wrinkling as her head shakes. "It's not the same."
"No, it's not." He tugs her closer. The other hand joins in and he's gripping both of her biceps now. She tries to look away but he's dipping his head so he can catch her gaze. "I don't want it to be. I don't want the same sort of memories with you as I have here, with my family."
Words are caught in her throat. She's not quite sure how to reply. Crichton can talk circles around everyone she's ever met and sometimes she's not sure if he's doing that to her. Aeryn takes a moment to herself, steeling her nerves, before meeting his eyes head on. She sees nothing but truth there.
He means every word. A relief washes over her, tension melting from her body, muscles relaxing. His thumbs are drawing arcs on her arms and without knowing why she cups her hands around his neck, steadies his face and kisses him.
They're good at kissing. Something they don't argue over. Their mouths seem to have made peace with each other long ago - content to work towards mutual pleasure instead of the push and pull of the rest of their relationship.
When she's kissing him everything else slips away. Sometimes she does it just for that reason. The need to forget everything else if only for a moment. His lips let hers do the leading and she holds on to that bit of control.
It's like he just knows. Reads her like a children's book and responds with perfection. Their tongues don't hesitate for long and she's plunging hers into his mouth. A nearby tree is pressing into her back and she has no recollection of walking backwards to it. His hands are tight against her scalp and the fierce pull on her hair only provides a grounding sensation, not pain.
They kiss and kiss and by the time the mutual decision is made to part neither of them can breathe. Short gasping breaths are drawn into their lungs and even though it's not physically possible for them to kiss again, they stay close, hands tightly holding on to one another. Their noses bump and lips brush in gentle, soft, light kisses. Ones that can't steal all their oxygen but still provide the touch they're craving.
"I never had this sort of memory with my mother."
She smiles, large, teeth shining against the waning daylight. "It's good to hear that. I wouldn't want to think any less of humans."
"I didn't think that was possible."
*
"I want to go out again." Aeryn is laid out on the couch and her fingers and trailing up and down the smooth surface of the wooden floor. She's got an impish smile on her lips and John looks at her over the paper. "It's nice to do nothing for a bit but show me more."
They'd stayed at his dad's house the next two days. He'd wanted as much time as possible with him. Wanted him to know Aeryn. John was fairly confident in his feelings for her, despite her own misgivings about feelings in general, John knew he could convince her. She just took time.
"Where do you want to go?" He folds the paper and sets it on the nearby table. Leaning forward, arms on his thighs, he asks her again. "I need to know what you'd like to see."
"Show me where young people went. The places they went on dates..." Her smile turns secret and saucy.
"Peacekeepers have make out spots?"
"Anywhere on a ship." She flips over and her fingers dance along the wedge of skin exposed across her stomach. "But humans aren't like that. At least from what I've gathered watching USA and Lifetime all day."
He'd tried to get her to watch something more educational but to his own detriment she'd refused.
"You believe that tripe?" Getting up he saunters over to her, there's just enough space for him by her hip and he sits there. He leans over her, his mouth hovering over hers as he speaks. "You just want to make out with me."
"Mmm…" She turns her head, unable to deny it but not wanting to confirm it either. "I just don't believe that John Crichton would be smooth enough to get girls to these places."
His body sinks lower - chest pressing against her, as his lips make a trail along her jawline. "I have a woman to bring there now. Does that count for something?"
Her groan tells him she likes him speaking about her that way. Something inside her overrides her need to be the decision maker, the strong one, the caregiver, if only long enough to let him do it sometimes. It's a huge turn on when she lets him in. She tips her head back so he can kiss her neck.
"Counts if you can get her up there." She's almost convinced that she would be happier staying here instead now. Despite sleeping with him every night, all they've been doing is sleeping and she wants more. She's not used to this push and pull.
"How about we do a whole human date night then?" He's sitting up, leaning away. The disappointment of the loss of his touch is evident on her face.
She places a hand on his knee and rubs across the tight skin covering it. "Does this include delicious human junk food?"
"Burgers and fries sound good?"
She's seen the commercials, had a bit of similar food since arriving. She nods her head. "Milk shake, too?"
"You know it, baby." There's no waiting around now. He's on his feet and tugging her up to hers. "Wanna go on a date?"
"It is customary to ask, or so I've learned from the television device." She pretends to ponder the question. "Yes."
"Pick you up in thirty minutes." John leans over and kisses her cheek. "Meet me back here. I need to shower and change. Gotta smell good if I'm taking my best girl out to eat. Making out after is so much easier then."
*
The drive to Sampson Mill doesn't take long. It's a little known spot, one that was popular among his group in high school. The food is already soaking the paper bag with grease and the smell makes his stomach rumble.
Sometimes human customs make little sense to her. "Can't we just eat it?" Even when she goes to taste her ice cream drink he bats her hand away.
"Not yet. Gotta wait."
It's the third time he's told her to wait. "Are we almost there?" Another tactic.
John just smiles at her impatience. She has little time for his games and even with the indulgence he's somehow earned he's not sure if he's reading her right. He doesn't know if it's the hunger or the desire talking. "Five more microns."
Her eyes don't leave him the whole drive. It's strangely comforting to be watched by her as he navigates the road.
"You drive this better than a ship." She loves to watch him steer and shift and tell the car where to go on the road. "You should teach me to drive this primitive vehicle."
"While that sounds just delightful, I don't think that being pulled over and ticketed for you flying down the road at spaceship like speeds is a good idea."
"I can go slow…"
"In which lifetime?" All he gets is her huffing her disappointment and the sound of her flopping back against the leather seat. They pull into one of the parking spots at the mill. It's deserted, as it should be for a wednesday night, and he's glad. "We're here."
She grabs the bag and digs out her portion. "Finally."
*
'Does this place usually fill up?" She's peering around at the emptiness. "If it were Peacekeepers there'd be droves of kids here."
"Well, you see, humans aren't as openly sexual as the PK's."
Aeryn tries to hide her smirk, unsuccessfully. "I noticed."
"Now what's that supposed to mean?" John's enjoin his dinner under the stars, especially the company. "I am not sure if I should feel insulted or not."
"You never are." She can't help the giggle that escapes then.
"Now I know I've been insulted." He can't stop looking at her though. The moon reflecting against the deep black of her hair and the pale white of her skin. She looked like she was enjoying herself. It's a rare mask for Aeryn, one of pure happiness. "You're beautiful."
The ripple of her throat is from emotion not swallowing food, she hasn't taken a bit in a while. He likes the moments when he catches her off guard, when her walls are passible, a grappling hook and miles of rope aren't needed to gain access.
"You're just trying to get me into the backseat." The lifetime movies, again… The glimmer in her eyes tells him it's a cover. She wants him to dissuade her of that notion.
"Naw, baby, it's not comfortable in the back seat. I'm getting old-"
"And fat." She pats his belly and grins still trying to ease the rapidly rising tension.
"Ain't never living that down am I?" She shakes her head. Their food is all but gone so he moves the wrappers into the bag and tosses it behind them. He takes her hand and drags it to he lips, lightly brushing her knuckles in a kiss. "Bed's the only way these days."
It's long minutes that they just look at each other. Weighing options, thinking and deciding. John finally breaks the connection, unable to just be with her like this. His heart is pounding against his ribs, almost bursting free. It's too hot in the car.
She seems to feel it too, the overwhelming emotion that often seems to overtake them these days. "Show me what else is up here."
He releases her hand and after it's gone the loss swells up in him. He knows, in that instant, there's nothing else for him. No matter where she is. He needs to be there.
"Nothing but the stars." He clasps her hand as she exits the car and doesn't let go. Not this time. Her fingers interlace with his. She's in agreement - the contact is necessary.
Aeryn looks around the area and drags him wherever she wishes to look. "It's strange, not being able to get any closer to the stars."
She was born on a ship and sometimes John aches for her loss. The feel of something solid under your feet. Fresh air brushing your face from a summer breeze, the feel of mud between your toes after a spring rain, leaves that crunch under your feet in the fall and the tickling of snowflakes on your nose. It's strange that she's never felt those things. Just as it's weird for her that he's not used to life on a ship.
"You wouldn't like living on a planet, would you?" John's not sure he wants the answer. Could he make a life on a ship? He has, hasn't he? In the past, almost two, cycles he's made a decent life on Moya. He's got family there, it's as much of a home as any place he's ever lived.
"It would be…"
"Difficult?" He tugs her to the bench on the overlook. The city gleams below and she sits closer than he feels is normal.
"At first… I'm sure, like anything, it would take some getting used to." She's not sure where this conversation is heading, what sort of path he's taking her on. "Do you want me to stay here? Have you changed you mind?"
"No! No… I just." He's not sure. Not ready? "There are things you miss - living like that."
"I've never known them. How can I miss them?" Her logic is often infallible when she puts things like that.
"But I have." He feels her about to pull away and quickly continues. "I don't want to be anywhere without you." She stiffens at the honesty, the depth, of his words. "I want you to know the things that come with planet life too."
Some things are important to John. A vast variety of experiences seems to be one of them. He's a scientist so it shouldn't surprise anyone.
"Can you show me the important ones? Before we fly back?" Willingness to try. It's one of his favorite things about Aeryn. She used to be so stiff, so regimented. But now she's opening up, thinking outside the box. She's becoming more than she was.
"I think we're working on some of them right now." She breeze filters among the trees behind them and she shivers. His arm pulls her to his side and she snuggles in. "Yep, definitely. The important ones."
*
Jack's already long asleep by the time they get in the next night. They threw caution to the wind and he took her out bowling. They went to a low end place with a small bar attached. He introduced her to frilly girl drinks and wasn't at all surprised when she wanted whiskey - straight up.
Sebaceans can hold their liquor. John didn't risk his own soberness after the first couple shots. Her safety was the most important.
"That was fun." His voice is soft and she nods her agreement.
They trek, quietly, to his bedroom and when the door snicks closed her arms are around his neck. There's a faint scent of alcohol on her breath but he knows it's not what's making decisions for her. A hint of a caress teases his lips and suddenly they're kissing. Hot. Open mouth. Wet. Kissing.
They're a tangle of arms and legs as they tumble back onto his bed. This is happening again. SImilar to the last time. The last time they were on Earth. But different. It was real before, but just not… Not the same. Her body moves on top of his and all the thoughts leave him. No more comparisons. No more worrying. No more wondering. Just being, living in the moment, loving her.
He lets her pull his shirt off, unbuckle his belt and flip it out of the loops, but when she gets his fly undone that's when he takes over. Turning her onto her back, burying his face in the crook of her neck. She smells like Jack Daniels, floor polish, smoke and underneath everything else was Aeryn. A scent he'd know anywhere.
John's hands slid up her back, removing her tank top as he goes. She arches forward and his lips capture her breast as the material reveals them. She is sweet. Nothing like he remembers and yet still her. Her hips are rocking against him, both of them are on the edge. Almost a week of the constant flirtation finally culminating into flesh on flesh.
"You're sure, Aeryn?" His mouth hovers above hers, waiting for her answer. She just nods. "Say it. I want to hear you."
Humans… Always need words. "I'm sure." She doesn't give him a chance, pulls him down to connect their mouths again. Kissing like they were born for each other. Maybe they were.
The rest of their clothing is removed and in no time at all he's pressing inside of her. The two of them become one body. One heart beating in rhythm as their hips cant and thrust, rub and press. Everything is a ball of sensation as they strive towards their mutual pleasure.
"So gorgeous." He whispers the words, barely enough breath to allow that many to pass his lips.
She can only moan as she spreads her fingers across his lower back, pulling him deeper, harder against her. She's just there, almost there.
So close.
"I love you." The words give her pause, her eyes widen as she catches his gaze. "I love you." He repeats them.
Her orgasm hits her, a cry stifled by his lips, as she barrels through her pleasure. He's right behind her, not needing the words, it's enough for him to give them. If it takes her forever to say them it won't matter because he knows. He can feel her love for him. The way her body is responding so easily, so quickly, so in time to his own. Everything lets him know. Words are nice, but he doesn't need them.
His own climax waits on her. It's difficult to hold back when all she's doing is telling him to let go, her body is begging for him to give in. But he doesn't. Not yet. He wants to see her all the way through.
"John?" Her voice is deeper than normal, a rasp to it that she tries to clear.
He knows what the question is, but he doesn't need to give her an answer with words. His hips resume their thrusting and her eyes shut, relishing in the feelings, even if they won't bring her anywhere.
Her nails scrape at his back, direct encouragement always was her style, her heels dig into his ass, holding him close as her body gives him everything it has to help complete his pleasure.
Her name falls from his lips as he tumbles into the pit of ecstasy. She's right there to catch him at the bottom.
This is much better than the first time. This time he knows that when he wakes up, she'll still be there - wrapped in his arms.
*
The week comes to a halt much sooner than either of them anticipated. Seven days seemed so long when they were sitting in the living room, soaked from the rain, in borrowed clothing. Now it's over. They need to head back to Moya, to their family, to their destiny.
Before they entered the Earth's atmosphere John was worried about what would happen. Where they'd end up. She's always surprising him and, really, by now, it shouldn't come as one.
She's intelligent, caring, compassionate and beautiful. Everything she is, everything she does is right with him. She's hugging his dad now. When she pulls away he sees the tears in his father's eyes and he's about to lose it himself.
Aeryn turns towards him and he knows it's all over when the first droplet slips free from her own lovely baby blues. She understands now. What it was like for him, the idea that he'd never, ever see his home again. Before this week home was just a meaningless human word for her. There was no feelings behind it. It was just a place.
Now, she gets it. And it makes him love her more.
"Dad." Neither of them know what to do. The strength he needs is there, reflected in Aeryn's eyes as he glances back and forth between the two of them. The girl or your family? In what world was this choice ever one that he'd have to be making?
Apparently this one. It's always easier to rip it off quickly. Both he and his father know it. There is a quick hug, tight, firm. It's the last one.
Goodbye. Forever.
"I get it, son."
John knows he does. He loved his mother just as fiercely.
*
He drives them to the highway, near where the ship was covered. It's night time, the cover of darkness aiding their departure. They don't look back as they walk away.
It's too hard. There's too much pain. The decision is made.
Jack still waves as the module flickers into oblivion. There's still hope that one day he'll see them again. Until then he'll look up every once in awhile and picture his son with the woman he loves. Loves more than life itself.
And he'll be happy for him.
The End