a few Farscape.
Man, I wish I'd done something with Firefly. It's fresher in my mind. But here are my first six, written instead of my 10-page paper. I figured I'd better post these before I was forced to write even more of them.
Please let me know if this posting format is ok. Should I put it under one mondo-LJ-cut instead?
General note: These take place all around, before, among, after, and in between all seasons of the Farscape series and miniseries. In the future there may be alternate universes. And most of them have crappy titles. And, um, they were rattled off in very short amounts of time to procrastinate writing a paper. And as such, probably suck. But enough with the self-deprecation and on with the show.
Title: Gluttony
Fandom: Farscape.
Characters: Rygel, Crichton
Prompt: 33. Too Much
Word Count: 121
Rating: G
Author's Notes: First One!
Gluttony
Crichton said that on Urp, one of the religious pathways talked of seven deadly sins, and he listed them off. Rygel laughed at the triviality. How could something like lust deserve a punishment? Why, on Hyneria, the Dominar’s concubines depended on his everlasting virility. And envy? The answer was simply to procure the envied object. Easy solution to most problems. There was nothing wrong with anger, either. Sloth, pride, greed? On what other pillars did a Dominar rest?
No, Rygel didn’t think there was anything sinful about any of Crichton’s seven. He didn’t, in fact, believe that much counted as sin. But as he sat groaning in his room, he realized his four bloated stomachs wanted dearly to convince him otherwise.
Title: Till the Blood
Characters: John, Aeryn, D'Argo
Prompt: 20. Colo(u)rless
Word Count: 123
Rating: G. PG for violence?
Till the Blood
“Hit it.”
The first time John had received that command, he’d refused. And Aeryn had given him the by-then-familiar “how stupid are you?” glare and begun to hit D’Argo’s back herself, so hard John could hear her grunt.
When Luxans are wounded, the wound’s gotta be pounded until the blood runs clear. Only then do they know they’re safe from death.
D’Argo grits his teeth against another impact.
“How we doin’, Big D?”
“Well, what color is it?”
John checks. “Red...” Thunk. “Actually, maybe it’s more of a pink...” Thunk. “Naw, that’s still red.”
“Are all humans this weak? Put your mivonks into it.”
“...Back. Put your back. Into it.”
“Shut up and hit me, Crichton.”
John rolls his eyes and sets to.
Title: Making Time
Characters: John, Aeryn, D'Argo (II)
Prompt: 9. Months
Word Count: 205
Rating: G
Making Time
John looks at his son, who must be a few months old by now. Then it strikes him.
“Aeryn... he needs a birthday.”
“What?”
“I guess you guys don’t do that out here, either. Uh, see, at home, we’d mark down the day people are born and then celebrate the same day every cycle as their birthday. And that’s the day they get older. We have a party, and then at certain ages you can drive, and see R-rated movies, and drink...”
“John, that’s ridiculous. You get older every day of the cycle.”
“Yeah, but a birthday’s just the day we mark it. It’d mean a lot to me, Aeryn. Besides which, we get to have a party on everyone’s birthdays.”
“We don’t exactly have monens here...”
“Pilot told us how many days this planet has per cycle, right? We can make our own. We’ll divide the cycle into pieces. We’ll name them after important people. That’s how they did it way back when on Earth, too.”
“Your sheer idiocy never ceases to amaze me, John.” Her tone is colored with love and everlasting patience. Perhaps she gives him freer rein than she ought, but he makes her smile.
“Let’s call the first month... Harpo.”
Title: It's Not Easy
Characters: Rygel
Prompt: 14. Green
Word Count: 135
Rating: G
It’s Not Easy
It’s true, I’m always the scape-Hynerian. I’m the first to be sent into small spaces, the first voice to be stifled, and the first to be blamed when all the food is gone.
Well, that last one’s usually true.
That fahrbot Crichton’s come up with more names for me than he has for anyone else on this ship. And my offers to anyone on the crew, always made in the best interest of, well, myself, are usually ignored. My attempts at interspecies diplomacy, when such is required, are squelched. And any of my ideas that turn out to be right in the end are promptly lost in the panic of the next adventure.
They forget. I am a Dominar. I had been for more than three hundred cycles.
Sometimes, I know what I’m talking about.
Title: So Easy to Leave Me
Characters: Pilot, Aeryn
Prompt: 38. Touch
Word Count: 426
Rating: G
So Easy to Leave Me
He and Aeryn have had a special connection for a long time. Despite the successful reversal of her mutation, she still carries parts of his DNA. Sometimes she’ll come to his den and keep him company.
She doesn’t ever talk much when she visits, just sits and lets him know she’s there for him. It means more than D’Argo’s music, or Zhaan’s lovely meditation, or Crichton’s inane ramblings. She can’t know everything he feels or sees, and she accepts that. She can’t put up with spending all her time with Crichton, true love or no, and he will gladly take her company above solitude. Sometimes she brings her weapons and quietly polishes them as she sits, her back against the wall of his chamber. If she wants a change, she’ll sit up on the ledge and look down at the controls, or dangle her feet over the edge of the walkway.
Moya’s DRDs are his eyes and ears. Through them he can see and hear everything that goes on throughout the ship, but still his body is isolated and immobile. He wouldn’t give up the thrill of space for anything, but so often he craves touch. Watching Crichton and Aeryn exchange loving caresses isn’t the same as feeling a soft hand on his own skin. People always take for granted that a Pilot loves everything about the job. He himself can’t stand feeling so connected, but so far away.
And Aeryn seems to understand that, a little bit.
Today, she sits on the ledge, right next to him, and eats food cubes with the delicacy of a warrior turned woman. “Crichton wants to teach me to be a lady, you know.”
“Somehow, I don’t think that he’ll succeed,” he answers.
Aeryn smiles and shakes her head, affirming the negative.
“Pilot,” she says some time later. Her voice breaks with the weight of disuse and tears.
“Yes?”
She reaches a hand out to touch his head, a tender caress of the smooth shell. Her fingers trail down his cheek, and then find his claw, resting on a purple control panel.
“Thank you. For everything.” She gives a squeeze. Then she gingerly climbs down and walks away.
His DRDs show him the scene in the hangar. One of her arms holds her son. The other hand is clenched in Crichton’s, her emotions channeled into squeezing his fingers. And the three of them, the new family, walk into Crichton’s module. Pilot spares a gaze towards the planet Moya is orbiting.
Together the Crichtons take off towards their new home.
Title: Love Is
Characters: John/Aeryn.
Prompt: 56. Breakfast
Word Count: 137
Rating: PG for a kiss.
Love Is
She pushed him away that first morning when he tried to give her a kiss. His breath stank, and so did hers. What was he thinking, not using a dentic first? She was hungry, too. It seemed human males were just like Sebaceans: one kiss never meant just one kiss. The gratuitous kissing was fine with her, but food was definitely more important.
He explained that on Earth, for one thing, it was called “morning breath,” and secondly, all humans did it. He said that love was about knowing their breath stank and kissing them anyway. She thought love was about a deep emotional connection. She still refused to kiss him before he’d done something about his reeking mouth.
But now, she must be getting soft. Now, every morning, the first thing she tastes is John’s lips.
Please let me know if this posting format is ok. Should I put it under one mondo-LJ-cut instead?
General note: These take place all around, before, among, after, and in between all seasons of the Farscape series and miniseries. In the future there may be alternate universes. And most of them have crappy titles. And, um, they were rattled off in very short amounts of time to procrastinate writing a paper. And as such, probably suck. But enough with the self-deprecation and on with the show.
Title: Gluttony
Fandom: Farscape.
Characters: Rygel, Crichton
Prompt: 33. Too Much
Word Count: 121
Rating: G
Author's Notes: First One!
Gluttony
Crichton said that on Urp, one of the religious pathways talked of seven deadly sins, and he listed them off. Rygel laughed at the triviality. How could something like lust deserve a punishment? Why, on Hyneria, the Dominar’s concubines depended on his everlasting virility. And envy? The answer was simply to procure the envied object. Easy solution to most problems. There was nothing wrong with anger, either. Sloth, pride, greed? On what other pillars did a Dominar rest?
No, Rygel didn’t think there was anything sinful about any of Crichton’s seven. He didn’t, in fact, believe that much counted as sin. But as he sat groaning in his room, he realized his four bloated stomachs wanted dearly to convince him otherwise.
Title: Till the Blood
Characters: John, Aeryn, D'Argo
Prompt: 20. Colo(u)rless
Word Count: 123
Rating: G. PG for violence?
Till the Blood
“Hit it.”
The first time John had received that command, he’d refused. And Aeryn had given him the by-then-familiar “how stupid are you?” glare and begun to hit D’Argo’s back herself, so hard John could hear her grunt.
When Luxans are wounded, the wound’s gotta be pounded until the blood runs clear. Only then do they know they’re safe from death.
D’Argo grits his teeth against another impact.
“How we doin’, Big D?”
“Well, what color is it?”
John checks. “Red...” Thunk. “Actually, maybe it’s more of a pink...” Thunk. “Naw, that’s still red.”
“Are all humans this weak? Put your mivonks into it.”
“...Back. Put your back. Into it.”
“Shut up and hit me, Crichton.”
John rolls his eyes and sets to.
Title: Making Time
Characters: John, Aeryn, D'Argo (II)
Prompt: 9. Months
Word Count: 205
Rating: G
Making Time
John looks at his son, who must be a few months old by now. Then it strikes him.
“Aeryn... he needs a birthday.”
“What?”
“I guess you guys don’t do that out here, either. Uh, see, at home, we’d mark down the day people are born and then celebrate the same day every cycle as their birthday. And that’s the day they get older. We have a party, and then at certain ages you can drive, and see R-rated movies, and drink...”
“John, that’s ridiculous. You get older every day of the cycle.”
“Yeah, but a birthday’s just the day we mark it. It’d mean a lot to me, Aeryn. Besides which, we get to have a party on everyone’s birthdays.”
“We don’t exactly have monens here...”
“Pilot told us how many days this planet has per cycle, right? We can make our own. We’ll divide the cycle into pieces. We’ll name them after important people. That’s how they did it way back when on Earth, too.”
“Your sheer idiocy never ceases to amaze me, John.” Her tone is colored with love and everlasting patience. Perhaps she gives him freer rein than she ought, but he makes her smile.
“Let’s call the first month... Harpo.”
Title: It's Not Easy
Characters: Rygel
Prompt: 14. Green
Word Count: 135
Rating: G
It’s Not Easy
It’s true, I’m always the scape-Hynerian. I’m the first to be sent into small spaces, the first voice to be stifled, and the first to be blamed when all the food is gone.
Well, that last one’s usually true.
That fahrbot Crichton’s come up with more names for me than he has for anyone else on this ship. And my offers to anyone on the crew, always made in the best interest of, well, myself, are usually ignored. My attempts at interspecies diplomacy, when such is required, are squelched. And any of my ideas that turn out to be right in the end are promptly lost in the panic of the next adventure.
They forget. I am a Dominar. I had been for more than three hundred cycles.
Sometimes, I know what I’m talking about.
Title: So Easy to Leave Me
Characters: Pilot, Aeryn
Prompt: 38. Touch
Word Count: 426
Rating: G
So Easy to Leave Me
He and Aeryn have had a special connection for a long time. Despite the successful reversal of her mutation, she still carries parts of his DNA. Sometimes she’ll come to his den and keep him company.
She doesn’t ever talk much when she visits, just sits and lets him know she’s there for him. It means more than D’Argo’s music, or Zhaan’s lovely meditation, or Crichton’s inane ramblings. She can’t know everything he feels or sees, and she accepts that. She can’t put up with spending all her time with Crichton, true love or no, and he will gladly take her company above solitude. Sometimes she brings her weapons and quietly polishes them as she sits, her back against the wall of his chamber. If she wants a change, she’ll sit up on the ledge and look down at the controls, or dangle her feet over the edge of the walkway.
Moya’s DRDs are his eyes and ears. Through them he can see and hear everything that goes on throughout the ship, but still his body is isolated and immobile. He wouldn’t give up the thrill of space for anything, but so often he craves touch. Watching Crichton and Aeryn exchange loving caresses isn’t the same as feeling a soft hand on his own skin. People always take for granted that a Pilot loves everything about the job. He himself can’t stand feeling so connected, but so far away.
And Aeryn seems to understand that, a little bit.
Today, she sits on the ledge, right next to him, and eats food cubes with the delicacy of a warrior turned woman. “Crichton wants to teach me to be a lady, you know.”
“Somehow, I don’t think that he’ll succeed,” he answers.
Aeryn smiles and shakes her head, affirming the negative.
“Pilot,” she says some time later. Her voice breaks with the weight of disuse and tears.
“Yes?”
She reaches a hand out to touch his head, a tender caress of the smooth shell. Her fingers trail down his cheek, and then find his claw, resting on a purple control panel.
“Thank you. For everything.” She gives a squeeze. Then she gingerly climbs down and walks away.
His DRDs show him the scene in the hangar. One of her arms holds her son. The other hand is clenched in Crichton’s, her emotions channeled into squeezing his fingers. And the three of them, the new family, walk into Crichton’s module. Pilot spares a gaze towards the planet Moya is orbiting.
Together the Crichtons take off towards their new home.
Title: Love Is
Characters: John/Aeryn.
Prompt: 56. Breakfast
Word Count: 137
Rating: PG for a kiss.
Love Is
She pushed him away that first morning when he tried to give her a kiss. His breath stank, and so did hers. What was he thinking, not using a dentic first? She was hungry, too. It seemed human males were just like Sebaceans: one kiss never meant just one kiss. The gratuitous kissing was fine with her, but food was definitely more important.
He explained that on Earth, for one thing, it was called “morning breath,” and secondly, all humans did it. He said that love was about knowing their breath stank and kissing them anyway. She thought love was about a deep emotional connection. She still refused to kiss him before he’d done something about his reeking mouth.
But now, she must be getting soft. Now, every morning, the first thing she tastes is John’s lips.