Little Girl Lost
Title: Little Girl Lost
Fandom: Farscape
Character: Sierjna.
Time Frame: Meltdown filler.
Spoilers: Yup.
Synopsis: They say your entire life flashes through your head before you die.... and it's true, even if you're already dead.
Word Count: 1056
Rating: PG. Barely. More G-rated than the episode was, frankly. :P
Warning: Unbeta'd.
Disclaimer: Farscape and the characters and settings therin are the property of the Henson Company, and are used here entirely without permission but entirely with respect. This is for love, not for money.
Author's Notes: Written for the first Starburst Challange on Terra Firma (Minor Characters' Backstory).
He's lying to me. He must be lying.
Men have lied to her, all her life. Her father lied when he said he'd always be able to protect her. Thannot lied when he promised he'd marry her. The man who sold her passage on the leviathan lied when he said they weren't going anywhere near any pirate territories. Mu'Quillis lied when he said he'd spare the rest of her ship if she stayed with him. And Stark lied when he said he could give her peace.
Or perhaps just mistaken. Yes, that's it, mistaken. Banik aren't known for their brains, after all.
When she was eight, she saw Banik in the marketplace, for sale. She'd approached them curiously, but her father had snatched her hand away. He explained to her that Banik were filthy, unworthy, and dangerous. They communed with the dead and some of them could even take your soul. She forgot all about that, right up until the day she'd died. Or rather, the day she stopped not being dead.
I'm not dead. How could I possibly be dead? I'm right here! I can feel, see, hear...
The first time she'd boarded a Leviathan in her state, imposed by Mu'Quillis, she'd nearly screamed herself horse tying to get someone, anyone, to notice her. She'd watched them run around, trying everything they could to break free. She'd listened to some of them praying, some of them swearing, and some of them shouting. She'd tried to grab hold of them as they ran past, but they slipped through her fingers and brushed her aside. And then all too quickly the ship and everyone on it died, and she and her monstrous captor were alone again, and the memories of futility faded, replaced by desperation.
But I can't be felt, seen or heard.
And it became her life. She'd call out tying to get someone, anyone, to notice her. She'd watch them run around, trying everything they could to break free. She'd listen to some of them praying, swearing, and shouting. She'd try to grab hold of them as they ran past. And then all too quickly the ship and everyone on it would die, and she and her monstrous captor would be alone again, and the memories of futility would fade...
At least... not until now.
She'd nearly wept with joy when the handsome Banik had looked at her accusingly, demanding to know who she was. Mu'Quillis was slipping! He'd failed! She'd overpowered him at last, her inner strength shining through! It never once occurred to her that it might be the Banik who was special, and not her.
No. No I won't believe it. He's wrong. He is dear, and kind, and he means well, but he's wrong. He has to be wrong. I have a sister, a niece and nephew, and my aging father who will be lost without me.
They'd all been there at the shuttle port to see her off. Salja, frowning her sisterly concern and disapproval, walked her to the embarking ramp, carrying little Lujum and Liajna. Even their father had been there, calling her by their mother's name, pleading with her not to go. He didn't understand that she hoped to find a doctor who could help him, fix him. Salja thought he was beyond repair, and she and her husband Pharras both wanted to ship the aging family head to a retirement colony, but Sierjna couldn't bear the thought. So she bid them all good bye, and left on what she hoped would be a short journey...
I have to make it back to them all; I've left my father on his own for too long already.
The Hynerian reminded her of her father, in a way. It had pained her so much when he started to falter, growing a little weaker each day, forgetting things, calling her by her sister's name, her mother's, even names she'd never heard before. Little things that came together to rob her of the man who'd raised her lovingly all her life. This little green man - even though he was stuffing his face, there was an air of dignity about him, and his voice was commanding and full of fire - like her father's used to be.
After all it's been almost....
Almost...
I can't remember how long it's been.
She'd long ago lost track of time. The time between ships falling into the sun started to blur, since they had no true way of telling time. She thought at times that she wasn't even conscious all the time, that Mu'Quillis controlled her awareness and only allowed her to be aware when it amused him. It wasn't until Stark shone his energy over her in an attempt to free her that all the memories came back with crystal clarity, and she realized that she and Mu'Quillis had been orbiting this star for over two centuries. Her father, her sister, her brother-in-law and possibly even her niece and nephew were all dust.
But surely, not that long. No. I'm alive. And I'm going home.
She had hoped that she would be allowed to pass on, to die. At least then her insane saviour would have some peace himself, having risked so much for her. But it failed, and Mu'Quillis took her again. And now he's back, and all she can do is scream at him, tell him she's not worth it, because she isn't. Her life, her family, all of it is gone, and the only man besides her Father who was ever decent to her is going to die himself in a misguided attempt to save her when she's beyond saving. Because of Mu'Quillis. All because of Mu'Quillis.
And Stark is going to help me.
She nearly doubles over from the shock when Mu'Quillis' control truly snaps - she doesn't know if he's dead or not and doesn't care. All she can feel is the exhilaration of freedom. Without a word, Stark reaches out to her - and she finds herself not only ready to leave, but eager. Perhaps she will see her family again, after all.
Her last thought is that she's grateful that before her life - or at least her existence - was over, she met a man who never lied to her, and never broke his promise.
Okay... the formatting for this one is... weird. I apologize if I lose anyone. This started life as a drabble in first person, which I then went and filled in in third person. Inspiration struck, calling my name in a sweet female voice, and I lifted my head from the mist and said ... "Talyn? Is that you?" ;)
Also, the title sucks, because I was going to ask my beta to suggest one, and then never got it beta'd....
Fandom: Farscape
Character: Sierjna.
Time Frame: Meltdown filler.
Spoilers: Yup.
Synopsis: They say your entire life flashes through your head before you die.... and it's true, even if you're already dead.
Word Count: 1056
Rating: PG. Barely. More G-rated than the episode was, frankly. :P
Warning: Unbeta'd.
Disclaimer: Farscape and the characters and settings therin are the property of the Henson Company, and are used here entirely without permission but entirely with respect. This is for love, not for money.
Author's Notes: Written for the first Starburst Challange on Terra Firma (Minor Characters' Backstory).
He's lying to me. He must be lying.
Men have lied to her, all her life. Her father lied when he said he'd always be able to protect her. Thannot lied when he promised he'd marry her. The man who sold her passage on the leviathan lied when he said they weren't going anywhere near any pirate territories. Mu'Quillis lied when he said he'd spare the rest of her ship if she stayed with him. And Stark lied when he said he could give her peace.
Or perhaps just mistaken. Yes, that's it, mistaken. Banik aren't known for their brains, after all.
When she was eight, she saw Banik in the marketplace, for sale. She'd approached them curiously, but her father had snatched her hand away. He explained to her that Banik were filthy, unworthy, and dangerous. They communed with the dead and some of them could even take your soul. She forgot all about that, right up until the day she'd died. Or rather, the day she stopped not being dead.
I'm not dead. How could I possibly be dead? I'm right here! I can feel, see, hear...
The first time she'd boarded a Leviathan in her state, imposed by Mu'Quillis, she'd nearly screamed herself horse tying to get someone, anyone, to notice her. She'd watched them run around, trying everything they could to break free. She'd listened to some of them praying, some of them swearing, and some of them shouting. She'd tried to grab hold of them as they ran past, but they slipped through her fingers and brushed her aside. And then all too quickly the ship and everyone on it died, and she and her monstrous captor were alone again, and the memories of futility faded, replaced by desperation.
But I can't be felt, seen or heard.
And it became her life. She'd call out tying to get someone, anyone, to notice her. She'd watch them run around, trying everything they could to break free. She'd listen to some of them praying, swearing, and shouting. She'd try to grab hold of them as they ran past. And then all too quickly the ship and everyone on it would die, and she and her monstrous captor would be alone again, and the memories of futility would fade...
At least... not until now.
She'd nearly wept with joy when the handsome Banik had looked at her accusingly, demanding to know who she was. Mu'Quillis was slipping! He'd failed! She'd overpowered him at last, her inner strength shining through! It never once occurred to her that it might be the Banik who was special, and not her.
No. No I won't believe it. He's wrong. He is dear, and kind, and he means well, but he's wrong. He has to be wrong. I have a sister, a niece and nephew, and my aging father who will be lost without me.
They'd all been there at the shuttle port to see her off. Salja, frowning her sisterly concern and disapproval, walked her to the embarking ramp, carrying little Lujum and Liajna. Even their father had been there, calling her by their mother's name, pleading with her not to go. He didn't understand that she hoped to find a doctor who could help him, fix him. Salja thought he was beyond repair, and she and her husband Pharras both wanted to ship the aging family head to a retirement colony, but Sierjna couldn't bear the thought. So she bid them all good bye, and left on what she hoped would be a short journey...
I have to make it back to them all; I've left my father on his own for too long already.
The Hynerian reminded her of her father, in a way. It had pained her so much when he started to falter, growing a little weaker each day, forgetting things, calling her by her sister's name, her mother's, even names she'd never heard before. Little things that came together to rob her of the man who'd raised her lovingly all her life. This little green man - even though he was stuffing his face, there was an air of dignity about him, and his voice was commanding and full of fire - like her father's used to be.
After all it's been almost....
Almost...
I can't remember how long it's been.
She'd long ago lost track of time. The time between ships falling into the sun started to blur, since they had no true way of telling time. She thought at times that she wasn't even conscious all the time, that Mu'Quillis controlled her awareness and only allowed her to be aware when it amused him. It wasn't until Stark shone his energy over her in an attempt to free her that all the memories came back with crystal clarity, and she realized that she and Mu'Quillis had been orbiting this star for over two centuries. Her father, her sister, her brother-in-law and possibly even her niece and nephew were all dust.
But surely, not that long. No. I'm alive. And I'm going home.
She had hoped that she would be allowed to pass on, to die. At least then her insane saviour would have some peace himself, having risked so much for her. But it failed, and Mu'Quillis took her again. And now he's back, and all she can do is scream at him, tell him she's not worth it, because she isn't. Her life, her family, all of it is gone, and the only man besides her Father who was ever decent to her is going to die himself in a misguided attempt to save her when she's beyond saving. Because of Mu'Quillis. All because of Mu'Quillis.
And Stark is going to help me.
She nearly doubles over from the shock when Mu'Quillis' control truly snaps - she doesn't know if he's dead or not and doesn't care. All she can feel is the exhilaration of freedom. Without a word, Stark reaches out to her - and she finds herself not only ready to leave, but eager. Perhaps she will see her family again, after all.
Her last thought is that she's grateful that before her life - or at least her existence - was over, she met a man who never lied to her, and never broke his promise.
Okay... the formatting for this one is... weird. I apologize if I lose anyone. This started life as a drabble in first person, which I then went and filled in in third person. Inspiration struck, calling my name in a sweet female voice, and I lifted my head from the mist and said ... "Talyn? Is that you?" ;)
Also, the title sucks, because I was going to ask my beta to suggest one, and then never got it beta'd....