Author's Note:I wrote this about five months ago during a bout of insomnia. I totally forgot about it until a few days ago. Thanks once more to the ever patient Sarahjane for beta'ing this. All feedback is welcome of course. The rating is for one Earth curse word.
Setting:Set just before the funeral.
Disclaimer:Not mine. If it was, we'd have a Farscape channel.
He'd stood here only a few arns before, with Aeryn. Here and in the larger room just off to his right, talking and waiting for an answer. Zhaan had told him.
Now they're all here. Everyone. Standing here, waiting to say goodbye.
The shivering won't stop and he leans back against the wall where he's crouched. He'd wrap his arms around himself to get rid of the chill, but the chains and manacles stop him and he doesn't think he's really that cold.
It's a good thing, he thinks. The idea of someone else dying, because of him, because of his loss of control, because of his weakness, makes him want to vomit.
Pressing the palms of his hands against his forehead, he tries not to think of why they're here. Why Aeryn isn't telling him to stand up and face what's terrifying him.
He rocks on his heels, humming. The crunch of snow beside him doesn't make him stand, but it does make him feel slightly less alone.
“You can unchain me, D’Argo. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I know, and that’s because those frelling chains aren’t coming off you until the chip is gone.”
“Good boy, it was only a test…”
“What’s he saying now, John?”
“He’s quiet, but I can feel him. Fucker’s anxious for some reason. I keep getting dizzy because I can feel him pacing back and forth.”
“The neural clone must know that you are about to be operated on. Perhaps, that is the reason. He knows his death is coming.”
“Do you think that’ll work?”
“A crucifix. Do you think Scorpius believes in something, some higher being? Believes in it strongly enough that he might have a - a personal weakness?”
“Maybe. I don’t know, John. An enemy always has a weakness. We have to just find this bastard’s and use it against him. He’ll pay…”
“No one to pay. Aeryn’s dead, D’Argo. Because of me. Scorpy ain’t the only one who needs to ante up.
"She asked me about the neural cluster as she – fell. I don’t remember the cluster. I don’t remember anything since we got to this meat market. In a way, I should blame Aeryn for this.”
“What do you mean?”
"I told her. Warned her. She should have shot me right then."
"She didn't, John, because Aeryn knows - knew you."
"No. No, she told me to have strength."
"She was right."
"But I wasn't - wasn't strong enough, and now..."
“I hope she’s not alone. Aeryn wouldn't want that. I don’t want that for her either. You think that’s why so many believe in an afterlife? Cuz they’re scared to be alone in the dark for eternity?"
"I don't have the answer you want to hear John, but for what it's worth - I hope she's not alone either."
Yes, I know I butchered the Freddy song, but eh...I wanted a different one. *g*