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Crichton is regaining awareness, consciousness.
He seems to be... lying down, on a bed, somewhere. At least it feels like a bed. His eyes are closed, so he doesn't know.
Well, open your eyes, stupid.
...they won't open. He can't move his arms, his legs, anything. Completely immobile. But aware. He can smell, feel, hear...
hear...
"...sure you want to do this?"
Who is that? Somebody standing beside the bed, it sounds like. He recognizes the voice, but can't place it. Councillor Tyno, maybe.
...does that mean he's back on the royal planet?
"I don't... I don't think we have much choice. If we don't do it..."
Now that voice is recognizable. Andrew. But... if that's Andrew, he's still at Milliways. And if he's still at Milliways, who was the first guy?
"Well, I'm not gonna do it unless you're 100% sure."
Ah. That's who that is. It's Tim. But... do what? What are they talking about?
"Andrew... if we don't..."
"I know, I know. The timeline. I just... don't like it."
The timeline. That was Meg, that was, saying "if we don't". How many people are in the room, anyway? From the movement it sounds like at least four... timeline... timeline... they're not doing what I think they're doing?
Chiana's voice cuts in. "Look, geek boy, if you're not gonna tell him to do it, I'm gonna tell him to do it. I don't want to find myself on Nebari Prime all of a sudden just because Crichton's chip isn't there to save us two years ago, got it?"
There is an audible gulp coming from Andrew.
Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. They're not putting the chip back in me. They'd better not be putting the chip back in me. Get up, John, get up. Move your arms, say something, move, blink in morse code, do something.
Andrew's voice: "I... yeah. You'll have to do it. E-excuse me." Footsteps, and the door opening, then closing.
Oh, shit. No no no please no don't do it don't do it Tim come on don't listen to him you didn't listen to me don't do it...
There's a burning sensation on Crichton's forehead.
Oh no please no come on don't do it to me don't put it back in me please oh god oh shit oh shit don't do this to me don't do this to me-
Crichton sits up, with a start.
There's nobody there. The room is dark.
"Oh, shit. Just a dream. Okay. Where are you." He's upstairs, in his room in Milliways.
"...Meg."
Crichton scrambles out of bed and bursts out his door, running out into the bar.
...why the hell is my forehead still burning...
He seems to be... lying down, on a bed, somewhere. At least it feels like a bed. His eyes are closed, so he doesn't know.
Well, open your eyes, stupid.
...they won't open. He can't move his arms, his legs, anything. Completely immobile. But aware. He can smell, feel, hear...
hear...
"...sure you want to do this?"
Who is that? Somebody standing beside the bed, it sounds like. He recognizes the voice, but can't place it. Councillor Tyno, maybe.
...does that mean he's back on the royal planet?
"I don't... I don't think we have much choice. If we don't do it..."
Now that voice is recognizable. Andrew. But... if that's Andrew, he's still at Milliways. And if he's still at Milliways, who was the first guy?
"Well, I'm not gonna do it unless you're 100% sure."
Ah. That's who that is. It's Tim. But... do what? What are they talking about?
"Andrew... if we don't..."
"I know, I know. The timeline. I just... don't like it."
The timeline. That was Meg, that was, saying "if we don't". How many people are in the room, anyway? From the movement it sounds like at least four... timeline... timeline... they're not doing what I think they're doing?
Chiana's voice cuts in. "Look, geek boy, if you're not gonna tell him to do it, I'm gonna tell him to do it. I don't want to find myself on Nebari Prime all of a sudden just because Crichton's chip isn't there to save us two years ago, got it?"
There is an audible gulp coming from Andrew.
Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. They're not putting the chip back in me. They'd better not be putting the chip back in me. Get up, John, get up. Move your arms, say something, move, blink in morse code, do something.
Andrew's voice: "I... yeah. You'll have to do it. E-excuse me." Footsteps, and the door opening, then closing.
Oh, shit. No no no please no don't do it don't do it Tim come on don't listen to him you didn't listen to me don't do it...
There's a burning sensation on Crichton's forehead.
Oh no please no come on don't do it to me don't put it back in me please oh god oh shit oh shit don't do this to me don't do this to me-
Crichton sits up, with a start.
There's nobody there. The room is dark.
"Oh, shit. Just a dream. Okay. Where are you." He's upstairs, in his room in Milliways.
"...Meg."
Crichton scrambles out of bed and bursts out his door, running out into the bar.
...why the hell is my forehead still burning...