Author's Notes:After all the cries of evilness directed at me, I decided it was time for a little fluffy fic. Unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine.
Setting:After Out of Their Minds
Disclaimer:Not mine...If it was, we'd have a Farscape Channel.
"You push! I don't want to frelling PU-PUSH! I just want it out of me!
The old mid-wife looked up from between the female's leg and said, "You have to be stronger for just a little while longer my dear, I can see the baby's head." She watched as the male nervously looked down at his mate and smiled as she began to doze off.
"Wipe her head, and help keep her awake. She needs to be alert during this final stage of the delivery."
Watching as the male Sebacean lightly smacked his mate's face to rouse her. The female looked up to see who had assaulted her. The old woman almost laughed at the look of accusation.
"Don't look at me like that, this was just as much your fault as it was mine," he said as she let out another ferocious scream of pain.
Once she settled down for a few microts rest, she tried to control her breathing. "Yeah, but you never...bothered...to tell...me...about how your...species reproduces."
"I didn't know, or thought it mattered at the time."
"Likely...GRRRRRRAAHHHH...EX-CUSE!" she screamed as another contraction wracked her body."
Her head fell against her mate's chest as their child let out it's first scream.
"It is a male, congratulations." The old woman said, cleaning the blood away from the child's face.
The female gave the child a tired smile. "Aeryn, he's...beautiful," she said.
The male was obviously proud of his offspring, wiped the sweat from his mate's face once more and said, "Yes, he is, John."
Author's Note:Just a happy go lucky...what if. *eg* Unbeta’d, so all mistakes are my own.
Setting:Crackers Don’t Matter
Disclaimer:Not mine...If it was, we'd have a Farscape channel.
"John...John, I want you to listen to me for a moment before you foolishly release them."
The Human's thoughts were becoming more chaotic by the microt, but were beginning to lean towards lucidity. Unfortunately, I cannot have that happen at this moment.
"These 'people' are heavily under the influence of this T'raltixx, and you can no longer think of them in terms as allies."
"What do mean?"
I have to admit, John is resilient, but even the strongest will cannot fail to crumble under the assault he is experiencing as he waits for my answer.
"They will kill you once released. You must forget about them and...escape from this ship before even that option is no longer available. Your Pilot will soon be too far swayed by this being...to understand reason himself."
"I need them. He wants the light. I can trust them. Can't I trust them?" He tells me as he strains to drag Officer Sun's unconscious body to the others.
The Human's mind and body are far inferior to that of Sebacean, and yet with my help he has withstood a great amount over the last several arns. Once I have him back within Scorpius' control, this will certainly have to be explored.
Crichton's heartbeat is racing unlike anything I have experienced before since being placed within his mind. Random images flash across his mind as he drops Sun's arms onto the floor and he looks down upon her.
"Take your pistol, John. You know if they get away, they will hunt you...and you do not want them finding you."
"No, no...too many. Too many people hunting me. Can't they help? To stop...no they won't," he whispers to me, grabbing onto his weapon.
I can tell my own influence is gaining in strength in John's fragile psyche, it will not take much more to push him over the edge. But I must step carefully. Too far...and his mind will be beyond even my capabilities to control.
"You must protect yourself, John. Kill them...and leave this place."
"Protect myself. No one'll hurt me. Yeah...I gotta protect myself," he muttered a microt before raising his weapon toward his 'friends'.
At this point, it is rather easy to block their cries of protest from him. Each one louder than the last as he pulls the trigger. Once they are silent, it is even more simple to prompt him into movement.
"Very good, John. Now it is time to go to the Prowler...before Pilot tries to stop you as well."
"Yes, John. Protect yourself. I know of someone that wants to take good care of you...and will keep you safe as I have done." His susceptibility to my suggestions is now no different than a child.
"Thank you," he tells me once he places his weapon back within its holster.
Turning away from the blood covered floor, Crichton walks toward the hangar and the waiting Prowler as I have instructed.