by Jill Dannay
Disclaimer: Farscape is aired on the SciFi Channel (scifi.com) and was created by the Jim Henson Company (henson.com). The only thing I own is this story. No (c) infringement intended.
Summary: John finds the answer to one of his questions.
Archiving: My site(s) at galacticlounge.com (my domain), including The John and Aeryn Oasis (www.galacticlounge.com/johnaeryn/). Dani Royer's The
Un-Named Anomaly. Are you Jill Dannay (well, obviously not ;-) or Dani Royer? Take it. Are you someone else? Then you need to get my permission first, please, at johnaeryn@galacticlounge.com. Thanks!
Notes: Slight spoilers from PK Tech Girl, the ep I finally saw... thanks to Becca for reading this and confirming my suspicions on my mental state.
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Bittersweet.
I once had a discussion with Aeryn, about what it would feel like if I got home, had the chance to see my old house, my father's car, by best friend's bike... if I went inside, up to my old room... and about how I wondered what it would be like if I went back and everyone I knew, everyone I cared about, was dead.
I just found out how it feels.
Bittersweet.
I finally get home, back to what should have been a reunion with my father and DK. Back to where I should have been able to reacquaint myself with my people, with the things I grew up with. Instead, I find a different world. A world that has only just begun to recover from World War III. I picked that up on the radio through the modifications to Farscape one. Nearly crash-landed in surprise.
All this time, all these years on Moya, I've been wanting to go home to the life, the people, I left behind. Instead I come home to the ruins of what was once Florida, my favorite place to be. My home.
No one seems to care that Cape Canaveral no longer exists. That my home, my state has been burned to the ground. Everything is covered in ash. No one lives for miles around, not until you get to northern Georgia, and even then people are scarce. No one's trying to rebuild.
God, it's depressing.
I can't stay here much longer. Someone will pick me up on radar. If everything was okay here, that wouldn't matter, but... but nothing's okay anymore.
Things change. That's the only thing that stays the same, right? Well, things sure changed.
And now it's time to make another change. It's time to face the facts.
It's time to go home. Back to Moya, back to my friends... and back to my wife.
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