FS: A Trio of Ficletinis

[brilliantlunacy]

Author's Note:  These three little stories were the first I ever posted on the internet.  They can also be found at Terra Firma.

Date originally posted at Kansas: April 25, 2003
Rating: G
Disclaimer: We all know who really owns Farscape, the wonderful cast and crew.
Setting: Before Twice Shy
Words: 100

Original Author's Notes:  Howdy!  Ok, I finnally worked up the nerve to post.  I'm new at writing fan fic, so I was kinda nervous about posting.  My ficletinis were written in January.  There was no beta so all mistakes are mine (Anybody up for the Job?).  Special thanks to Amy, who read my stories, gave encouragement, and weathered my cliffhangers.

First Step

John sat on his bed, looking around. On the shelf was the box with his mother’s ring inside. John glanced up at it and shook his head.

Instead he looked down to what he held in his hands, a chocolate bar. Crichton flipped it around and around, the smell of Hershey chocolate filling the air. Trying to figure out what to do, he glanced around the room again.

“Well, someone has to take the first step,” John said. He stood, with the chocolate in his hand, and stepped out of his quarters. Taking the first step, he looked for Aeryn.

Setting: After First Step
Words: 100

Question

“Aeryn can I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” she replied, looking expectantly at Crichton.

John Crichton knelt down on one knee. “Aeryn, you are the love of my life, my other half, my…soul mate.”

She looked at him curiously, her head tilted to one side.

“Aeryn I love you, beyond hope, and I can’t bear to think of life without you.” He reached into his pocket, pulled out a box, and opened it. “Will you marry me?”

Aeryn began to cry as she slowly nodded her head and said, “Yes.”

They kissed. “What does that taste like?” he asked.

“Forever.”

Setting:  After Question
Words:  97

Sweet Dreams

I can’t believe it. Aeryn’s in my arms, my arms, fast asleep, her head on my shoulder.

I gaze down at her. Trying not to wake her, I slowly stroke her hair with my hand.

I almost pinch myself to find out if this is real. If it is a dream…I’d rather dream.

In a soft voice I sing, “Sweet dreams ‘til sunbeams find you. Sweet dreams that leave your, worries behind you. “Aeryn smiled in her sleep. “But in your dreams whatever they be. Dream a little dream of me.

“I love you, baby,” I whisper.