Blue Eyes - Chapter Three
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itsallovernowI promise Chapter 4 will show signs of plot!! This one, not so much. They're taking a long time to get situated.
Chapter Three A
When Captian Ka D’Argo met Aeryn Sun and John Crichton, he wore the marks of a false warrior. Those tattoos now symbolized a different sort of rank for him. They were marks of his survival, and while he was considered a captain in this strange existence as opposed to the General his flesh claimed him to be, he was also well known warrior, a rebel, and a criminal. What he was not, was a crèche minder. Looking at Anix, who had finally fallen into an exhausted, tear-stained sleep, he amended that. He was indeed responsible for this child, this almost adult, this light of his life, so he supposed that made him a crèche minder, though one with a huge frelling headache.
D’Argo, who had married and produced a child when just barely out of his own adolescence, had no desire to return to that tumultuous age. However, Luxans developed quickly, not having the 100’s of cycles of lifespan common to Sebaceans. He just hoped that they all made it through Anix’s stormy adolescence without someone getting seriously injured. He had to admit, though, he expected nothing less from Aeryn Sun’s offspring. At least she lacked her mother’s deadly streak. Her violence was wild, uncontrolled and generally matched by her sweetness, another adjective he would never have associated with a product of Aeryn’s.
The two Sebaceans had been fighting, over – of all things – John Crichton.
The years had taken their toll on all of Moya’s former crew, strangely reunited some cycles after the debacle of the Royal Planet. D’Argo had been with Aeryn and Anix for 10 cycles now, the soldier’s causes and his own intersecting, and his love for her child tying him to the odd family, surrounded by former Peacekeepers and other species who sought to do harm to the efforts of the Peacekeepers and the Scarrans trying to take over the universe.
He and Aeryn had reluctantly left her daughter on planet when it became necessary to reorganize one of the rebellions’ less stable branches before their infighting destroyed everyone’s efforts. John had not yet woken up. Sixteen cycles was indeed a long time, and D’Argo chuckled sadly at the last thing he’d said to John, wondering if the human even remembered. It had been many, many cycles since Chiana had shared his bed, and D’Argo still missed her joy and vitality and fearlessness.
He wanted to talk to his friend, uncertain what to say, having never planned for the opportunity, and so he followed the voices to the room where Crichton and Anix were reported to be and found there a sight that he had never expected to see again.
Aeryn Sun sat on her heels, shoulders back, spine rigid, looking as young and vulnerable as he’d seen her since their initial meeting, while John Crichton looked at her, a world of heartbreak in his eyes, Aeryn’s long slender fingers wrapped around his.
Anix stood to the side, tension running through her lithe frame at the odd scene unfolding in front her, and started, looking at her mother sharply when she said, in the voice that D’Argo remembered well, that voice that was reserved for one man, and later, one ship,
“Hello, John.”
Anix danced a little to the side, trying to draw the humans attention, not yet noticing D’Argo. “Crichton, this is my mother, Captain Aeryn Sun.”
Crichton smiled, the slow grin overwhelming his face, never taking his eyes off Aeryn. “Yeah, I got that kid.”
“She’s in charge,” Anix emphasized, “ of this arm of the rebellion.”
“It’s good to know that you found another job,” Crichton said, the humor lacing his voice a surprise to everyone.
“Yes, well, it’s good to keep oneself occupied,” said Aeryn, in return, a thread of humor present in her own rich tones, the absurdity of the situation clearly getting to both of them.
Anix was exasperated, something about her big moment diminished in the way these contrary adults were behaving, and she said, “Mother, what are you talking about? He’s been frozen for cycles.”
Aeryn nodded, finally breaking eye contact with Crichton and glancing up at her daughter.
“Anix,” she said gently, “John and I have met.”
Anix wrinkled her brow in consternation, reminding D’Argo so much of Aeryn at that moment that he laughed in spite of himself, and all three pairs of blue eyes turned towards him.
“Well, how is that for an introduction,” he boomed as he strode into the room, catching Anix as she leaped at him, spinning her around as she giggled, the last vestiges of her childhood present in her laugh, making John smile broadly at the two of them and Aeryn grimace with bemused affection.
“D. Oh my god, D’Argo. Man help me up.” D’Argo dropped Anix, who rolled gracefully to her feet and extended an arm to help his long lost friend, who promptly pulled him into a tight thumping embrace.
“What, both of you, what are you doing here. What’s going on?” The human was chattering nervously, excitement and worry overwhelming him.
Aeryn stood, catching their eye, and said, “I need to check in, get a better sense of how things are going, but we’ll meet later if you’d like,” addressing the last to John. He let go of D’Argo and stepped towards her.
“Yeah, I’d like that,” he replied softly. She nodded, bit her lip, and turned to her child, ”Anix, come with me.”
“Why?” she responded. D’Argo tried very hard not to roll his eyes, wishing that his godchild would simply do as she was asked for once.
“First of all, because I said so, and secondly because I have a lot to do, and I haven’t seen you in several weekens.” Her tone was less relaxed, more soldierly now.
“D’Argo, do you care if I stay?” she pleaded, and D’Argo knew far better than to interfere in this particular battle of wills. He shook his head.
“Anix, go with your mother. You’ll have plenty of time to talk to everyone later.”
John, still dazed, but clearly taken with the girl, said to her, “It’s ok kid. Go with your Mom. We’ll finish this all later.”
Her lower lip thrust out, she stormed over to Aeryn, who sighed in annoyance. Aeryn looked back over at the two friends, her own desire to stay in this room evident, but instead, she just said goodbye, and taking her child by the shoulder, propelled her out the door. They’d barely exited the room when the arguments started, Anix young voice demanding to know why she had to leave, and the steely voice of the woman they both knew well responding like a soldier to a mewling recruit.
John looked at his friend, shrugged his shoulders, and said, “That just can’t end well.”
D’argo shook his head in agreement. “She is young, and she is as stubborn as her mother.”
John snorted, “That’s pretty frelling stubborn.”
He turned back to his friend, and looked D’Argo up and down before punching him in the shoulder, “Damn D, it’s good to see you again.”
D’Argo smiled back, thumping Crichton on the back, sending him stumbling forward a few paces. “My friend, it is good to be seen. Come let’s go to the refreshment hall. I have a feeling intoxicants may be in order.”
Chapter Three A
When Captian Ka D’Argo met Aeryn Sun and John Crichton, he wore the marks of a false warrior. Those tattoos now symbolized a different sort of rank for him. They were marks of his survival, and while he was considered a captain in this strange existence as opposed to the General his flesh claimed him to be, he was also well known warrior, a rebel, and a criminal. What he was not, was a crèche minder. Looking at Anix, who had finally fallen into an exhausted, tear-stained sleep, he amended that. He was indeed responsible for this child, this almost adult, this light of his life, so he supposed that made him a crèche minder, though one with a huge frelling headache.
D’Argo, who had married and produced a child when just barely out of his own adolescence, had no desire to return to that tumultuous age. However, Luxans developed quickly, not having the 100’s of cycles of lifespan common to Sebaceans. He just hoped that they all made it through Anix’s stormy adolescence without someone getting seriously injured. He had to admit, though, he expected nothing less from Aeryn Sun’s offspring. At least she lacked her mother’s deadly streak. Her violence was wild, uncontrolled and generally matched by her sweetness, another adjective he would never have associated with a product of Aeryn’s.
The two Sebaceans had been fighting, over – of all things – John Crichton.
The years had taken their toll on all of Moya’s former crew, strangely reunited some cycles after the debacle of the Royal Planet. D’Argo had been with Aeryn and Anix for 10 cycles now, the soldier’s causes and his own intersecting, and his love for her child tying him to the odd family, surrounded by former Peacekeepers and other species who sought to do harm to the efforts of the Peacekeepers and the Scarrans trying to take over the universe.
He and Aeryn had reluctantly left her daughter on planet when it became necessary to reorganize one of the rebellions’ less stable branches before their infighting destroyed everyone’s efforts. John had not yet woken up. Sixteen cycles was indeed a long time, and D’Argo chuckled sadly at the last thing he’d said to John, wondering if the human even remembered. It had been many, many cycles since Chiana had shared his bed, and D’Argo still missed her joy and vitality and fearlessness.
He wanted to talk to his friend, uncertain what to say, having never planned for the opportunity, and so he followed the voices to the room where Crichton and Anix were reported to be and found there a sight that he had never expected to see again.
Aeryn Sun sat on her heels, shoulders back, spine rigid, looking as young and vulnerable as he’d seen her since their initial meeting, while John Crichton looked at her, a world of heartbreak in his eyes, Aeryn’s long slender fingers wrapped around his.
Anix stood to the side, tension running through her lithe frame at the odd scene unfolding in front her, and started, looking at her mother sharply when she said, in the voice that D’Argo remembered well, that voice that was reserved for one man, and later, one ship,
“Hello, John.”
Anix danced a little to the side, trying to draw the humans attention, not yet noticing D’Argo. “Crichton, this is my mother, Captain Aeryn Sun.”
Crichton smiled, the slow grin overwhelming his face, never taking his eyes off Aeryn. “Yeah, I got that kid.”
“She’s in charge,” Anix emphasized, “ of this arm of the rebellion.”
“It’s good to know that you found another job,” Crichton said, the humor lacing his voice a surprise to everyone.
“Yes, well, it’s good to keep oneself occupied,” said Aeryn, in return, a thread of humor present in her own rich tones, the absurdity of the situation clearly getting to both of them.
Anix was exasperated, something about her big moment diminished in the way these contrary adults were behaving, and she said, “Mother, what are you talking about? He’s been frozen for cycles.”
Aeryn nodded, finally breaking eye contact with Crichton and glancing up at her daughter.
“Anix,” she said gently, “John and I have met.”
Anix wrinkled her brow in consternation, reminding D’Argo so much of Aeryn at that moment that he laughed in spite of himself, and all three pairs of blue eyes turned towards him.
“Well, how is that for an introduction,” he boomed as he strode into the room, catching Anix as she leaped at him, spinning her around as she giggled, the last vestiges of her childhood present in her laugh, making John smile broadly at the two of them and Aeryn grimace with bemused affection.
“D. Oh my god, D’Argo. Man help me up.” D’Argo dropped Anix, who rolled gracefully to her feet and extended an arm to help his long lost friend, who promptly pulled him into a tight thumping embrace.
“What, both of you, what are you doing here. What’s going on?” The human was chattering nervously, excitement and worry overwhelming him.
Aeryn stood, catching their eye, and said, “I need to check in, get a better sense of how things are going, but we’ll meet later if you’d like,” addressing the last to John. He let go of D’Argo and stepped towards her.
“Yeah, I’d like that,” he replied softly. She nodded, bit her lip, and turned to her child, ”Anix, come with me.”
“Why?” she responded. D’Argo tried very hard not to roll his eyes, wishing that his godchild would simply do as she was asked for once.
“First of all, because I said so, and secondly because I have a lot to do, and I haven’t seen you in several weekens.” Her tone was less relaxed, more soldierly now.
“D’Argo, do you care if I stay?” she pleaded, and D’Argo knew far better than to interfere in this particular battle of wills. He shook his head.
“Anix, go with your mother. You’ll have plenty of time to talk to everyone later.”
John, still dazed, but clearly taken with the girl, said to her, “It’s ok kid. Go with your Mom. We’ll finish this all later.”
Her lower lip thrust out, she stormed over to Aeryn, who sighed in annoyance. Aeryn looked back over at the two friends, her own desire to stay in this room evident, but instead, she just said goodbye, and taking her child by the shoulder, propelled her out the door. They’d barely exited the room when the arguments started, Anix young voice demanding to know why she had to leave, and the steely voice of the woman they both knew well responding like a soldier to a mewling recruit.
John looked at his friend, shrugged his shoulders, and said, “That just can’t end well.”
D’argo shook his head in agreement. “She is young, and she is as stubborn as her mother.”
John snorted, “That’s pretty frelling stubborn.”
He turned back to his friend, and looked D’Argo up and down before punching him in the shoulder, “Damn D, it’s good to see you again.”
D’Argo smiled back, thumping Crichton on the back, sending him stumbling forward a few paces. “My friend, it is good to be seen. Come let’s go to the refreshment hall. I have a feeling intoxicants may be in order.”
