by JT Marechal
DISCLAIMER AND OWNERSHIP NOTES: "Farscape" and its characters are owned
by TPTB. I intend to reap no monetary reward for this fan fic. It's
just for fun. I'm just borrowing the characters and I promise to return
them when I'm done. The story is mine - Copyright 2000 by James
Marshall. This story is a work of fiction.
RATING: G
ARCHIVING: Permission is given for this story to be archived at kitsah's
site if she wants it. All others, please ask.
SPOILERS: minor one from "Till the Blood Runs Clear"
NOTES: Just a small vignette inspired by certain comments on the
Shippers list.
*****
Life doesn't always turn out the way you expect. It's been nearly a
dozen years and I still can't believe it. Everything is different.
It's been nearly twelve years since Aeryn and I created the wormhole over
Dam-Ba-Da ... twelve years since we were forced to go through it as the
PeaceKeeper command carrier appeared almost out of nowhere and opened
fire on Moya ... twelve years since we went through the wormhole, never
to know the fate of the others, and made it home.
Well, "made it to Earth" would be more accurate.
At first, everything went well, Dad. With help from you and D.K., we
kept Aeryn hidden. I was watched closely, but we managed to teach her
English, in spite of the translator microbes, and she adjusted well
enough. I'm not sure what went wrong.
Hah. Face it, John. It's utterly conceited of you. Nothing "went
wrong." Everyone is happy enough, except you.
I should have expected it, though. After all, hasn't D.K. stolen *every*
girl I've ever liked? I know it's not his fault. He always was a
charmer with the ladies.
Their third child's birthday is coming up in a few days ... their little
girl, Victoria Zhaan. I suppose "Uncle John" will have to show up and
provide the gifts and the stories about her namesake, about all the
strange and wonderful people I met so long ago.
I don't know, though. It's getting harder...especially since Aeryn
thanked me last year. She said that, without me, she would never have
found the kind of happy life she has with D.K.
Still, I have to focus on the test run of Farscape-7 in two weeks. We've
learned so much in the last dozen years. This time, we're going to try
to open up a wormhole on purpose.
I just can't help wondering how I'll react when I see a wormhole open up
in front of me again. It's been such a long, long time.
*****
"I'm sorry, sir. He cut radio contact and piloted the Farscape module
directly into the wormhole. He's gone."
Jack Crichton nodded once, slowly. "It's all right, D.K." He fingered
the cassette tape in his pocket, the tape John had given him just before
the flight. He already knew what it would say, and he hoped his son
found what he was looking for, somewhere in the universe ... his home.
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