Hand-Me-Down
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Title: Hand-Me-Down
Fandom: Farscape
Character/Pairing: John&Stark
Time Frame: Between We're So Screwed: La Bomba and Bad Timing
Spoilers: Not really.
Synopsis: Cleaning out the maintenece bay, Stark finds somethiing of John's.
Word Count: 314
Rating: G
Warning: Both Fluff and Angst, beleive it or not
Disclaimer: Farscape and the characters and settings therein 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.
Acknowledgments: Thanks go out to my intrepid beta chazjazz, who caught more than a few oops.
Author's Notes: Dedicated to astrogirl2, who needed something to cheer her up after an admittedly rotten birthday, and who made the off-hand comment that inspired the mental image at the core of this fic. Happy Birthday, my erudite enabler and firm freind. Sorry it's not as good as last year's. ;)
"Crichton, what's this?"
"Aw, geez," said Crichton, looking over to where Stark stood, holding a small, brown, fuzzy bundle of material sewn into a vaguely humanoid shape. "Olivia must have thrown that into the packages. Smartass. It's a teddy bear, Stark," he added, by way of explanation.
Stark blinked at the small furry mass in his hands. "Yes, but... what is it? What is it for?"
Crichton shrugged helplessly. "Uhm... it's a teddy bear. It... look, parents give them to kids, to sleep with at night, to comfort them. Keeps the boogey man away."
"Does it work?"
"Aw, hell Stark, it's for kids. I wouldn't try throwing it at Scorpy or anything like that." Crichton shrugged. "Though holding something in your arms when you sleep..." he grinned wistfully. "Yeah. it does help."
Stark cocked his head at Crichton, his eye gleaming hopefully. Crichton laughed as he waved his hand at Stark. "Yeah, man, go ahead, Couldn't hurt. Besides," he added, grinning widely as he thought of a slow dance in an elevator, "I don't really need it any more."
Stark nodded, his eye clouding over. "I do."
Crichton swallowed. "Yeah. I wish..." I wish I could give you more than a teddy bear. I wish "I'm sorry" was the right thing to say. I wish you didn't need the teddy bear at all. I wish I could ask you what the hell was up with that game, and if you still blame me. I wish I didn't still blame me.
"I know." Stark said, brushing John's cheek softly, and then he smiled, and John felt oddly reassured as he watched Stark leave, clutching the teddy bear. He called up the mental image of Stark, curled up on his bunk with the little brown bear in his arms, sleeping peacefully, and he couldn't stop grinning. When he went back to his work, he was whistling.
And this is the real reason I feel bad it's taken me so long to post these - Astro getting her present so late! Sure, she saw it on her birthday when I actually wrote it in the comments of her post, but this is the cleand up and beta'd version with correct spelling and grammar and an opening line that make sense and everything! :D
Title: Hand-Me-Down
Fandom: Farscape
Character/Pairing: John&Stark
Time Frame: Between We're So Screwed: La Bomba and Bad Timing
Spoilers: Not really.
Synopsis: Cleaning out the maintenece bay, Stark finds somethiing of John's.
Word Count: 314
Rating: G
Warning: Both Fluff and Angst, beleive it or not
Disclaimer: Farscape and the characters and settings therein 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.
Acknowledgments: Thanks go out to my intrepid beta chazjazz, who caught more than a few oops.
Author's Notes: Dedicated to astrogirl2, who needed something to cheer her up after an admittedly rotten birthday, and who made the off-hand comment that inspired the mental image at the core of this fic. Happy Birthday, my erudite enabler and firm freind. Sorry it's not as good as last year's. ;)
"Crichton, what's this?"
"Aw, geez," said Crichton, looking over to where Stark stood, holding a small, brown, fuzzy bundle of material sewn into a vaguely humanoid shape. "Olivia must have thrown that into the packages. Smartass. It's a teddy bear, Stark," he added, by way of explanation.
Stark blinked at the small furry mass in his hands. "Yes, but... what is it? What is it for?"
Crichton shrugged helplessly. "Uhm... it's a teddy bear. It... look, parents give them to kids, to sleep with at night, to comfort them. Keeps the boogey man away."
"Does it work?"
"Aw, hell Stark, it's for kids. I wouldn't try throwing it at Scorpy or anything like that." Crichton shrugged. "Though holding something in your arms when you sleep..." he grinned wistfully. "Yeah. it does help."
Stark cocked his head at Crichton, his eye gleaming hopefully. Crichton laughed as he waved his hand at Stark. "Yeah, man, go ahead, Couldn't hurt. Besides," he added, grinning widely as he thought of a slow dance in an elevator, "I don't really need it any more."
Stark nodded, his eye clouding over. "I do."
Crichton swallowed. "Yeah. I wish..." I wish I could give you more than a teddy bear. I wish "I'm sorry" was the right thing to say. I wish you didn't need the teddy bear at all. I wish I could ask you what the hell was up with that game, and if you still blame me. I wish I didn't still blame me.
"I know." Stark said, brushing John's cheek softly, and then he smiled, and John felt oddly reassured as he watched Stark leave, clutching the teddy bear. He called up the mental image of Stark, curled up on his bunk with the little brown bear in his arms, sleeping peacefully, and he couldn't stop grinning. When he went back to his work, he was whistling.
And this is the real reason I feel bad it's taken me so long to post these - Astro getting her present so late! Sure, she saw it on her birthday when I actually wrote it in the comments of her post, but this is the cleand up and beta'd version with correct spelling and grammar and an opening line that make sense and everything! :D