fic: Farscape, fluff, All That You've Been Fighting For
Disclaimer: not mine. Rating: kid-safe.
Genre: Fluff, post-PKW.
Spoilers: PKW.
This is woodface's fault for her spoilery prompt. Title shamelessly stolen from Echo and the Bunnymen's Gone Gone Gone.
All That You've Been Fighting For
by ALC Punk!
There weren't often afternoons like this. The planet--Eggbeater as John insisted on calling it (Aeryn had given up correcting him sometime after the twentieth correction--besides, she had to admit 'eggbeater' was easier to say than Exgbrethrea)--was currently in its rainy season. This meant mold, nothing dry to sleep on, damp clothing all the time (wet leather wasn't fun), and more mold.
Until today. The sun had abruptly come out, and shone down on the planet with a benevolence that might even have charmed a Scarran. And John Crichton was up to something.
"We'll dry out quicker," John said, convincingly.
For a human, Aeryn had to admit he was sometimes intelligent. Still, her and him and the baby in that contraption he'd built? "Will it hold?"
"Honey, it would hold Big D, us and even Pilot."
Neither of them winced at the reference to their lamented friend. But then, they'd had months to get used to shoving the sadness away. Aeryn knew D'Argo had died the way he'd've wanted--in battle.
But he never got his farm.
She ignored that niggling thought. "Fine."
A bright grin broke out on John's face. "You won't regret it."
Aeryn neglected to mention that she regretted a lot of things. She just never said. Though she had to admit, not being on the run from anyone was a novel concept. Not to mention it made her nervous. Spending too long constantly looking over her shoulder had taken its toll, but it had at least felt safe.
Not that she didn't feel safe now, but here, she had no need for a weapon (though it was still strapped to her).
It took some maneuvering, but Aeryn was eventually settled in the hammock, D'Argo in her arms. Through the whole procedure, the child had remained rather docile. Luckily. A handful of D'Argo on top of John's less than useful assistance would have seen them tumbled to the ground.
John was eyeing them with that little grin he sometimes got. "Wish I could take a picture and send it to dad."
"You going to stand and watch all day?"
"I could." He moved closer and reached out to catch one of D'Argo's hands. "But I won't. Move over, Mama."
Snorting, Aeryn attempted to do just that.
The hammock swayed as John dropped into it, adroitly wriggling behind her back so they ended up stretched out, with D'Argo mostly on Aeryn and Aeryn mostly on John.
"Better." He announced, voice rumbling through her. Then he wrapped his arms around them both.
"Uh-huh."
John blew air at her hair, the movement and breeze tickling her ear. "You're just jealous that you didn't think of it first."
Closing her eyes against the sunlight, Aeryn felt herself relax.
"See?" He kissed her ear, "I was right."
"Not always," she mumbled, drifting into a doze. The world had ended more than once. It probably would again, but right now, she was almost safe.
-f
Prompt: John and Aeryn and little D'Argo, post-PKW and a hammock.
Genre: Fluff, post-PKW.
Spoilers: PKW.
This is woodface's fault for her spoilery prompt. Title shamelessly stolen from Echo and the Bunnymen's Gone Gone Gone.
All That You've Been Fighting For
by ALC Punk!
There weren't often afternoons like this. The planet--Eggbeater as John insisted on calling it (Aeryn had given up correcting him sometime after the twentieth correction--besides, she had to admit 'eggbeater' was easier to say than Exgbrethrea)--was currently in its rainy season. This meant mold, nothing dry to sleep on, damp clothing all the time (wet leather wasn't fun), and more mold.
Until today. The sun had abruptly come out, and shone down on the planet with a benevolence that might even have charmed a Scarran. And John Crichton was up to something.
"We'll dry out quicker," John said, convincingly.
For a human, Aeryn had to admit he was sometimes intelligent. Still, her and him and the baby in that contraption he'd built? "Will it hold?"
"Honey, it would hold Big D, us and even Pilot."
Neither of them winced at the reference to their lamented friend. But then, they'd had months to get used to shoving the sadness away. Aeryn knew D'Argo had died the way he'd've wanted--in battle.
But he never got his farm.
She ignored that niggling thought. "Fine."
A bright grin broke out on John's face. "You won't regret it."
Aeryn neglected to mention that she regretted a lot of things. She just never said. Though she had to admit, not being on the run from anyone was a novel concept. Not to mention it made her nervous. Spending too long constantly looking over her shoulder had taken its toll, but it had at least felt safe.
Not that she didn't feel safe now, but here, she had no need for a weapon (though it was still strapped to her).
It took some maneuvering, but Aeryn was eventually settled in the hammock, D'Argo in her arms. Through the whole procedure, the child had remained rather docile. Luckily. A handful of D'Argo on top of John's less than useful assistance would have seen them tumbled to the ground.
John was eyeing them with that little grin he sometimes got. "Wish I could take a picture and send it to dad."
"You going to stand and watch all day?"
"I could." He moved closer and reached out to catch one of D'Argo's hands. "But I won't. Move over, Mama."
Snorting, Aeryn attempted to do just that.
The hammock swayed as John dropped into it, adroitly wriggling behind her back so they ended up stretched out, with D'Argo mostly on Aeryn and Aeryn mostly on John.
"Better." He announced, voice rumbling through her. Then he wrapped his arms around them both.
"Uh-huh."
John blew air at her hair, the movement and breeze tickling her ear. "You're just jealous that you didn't think of it first."
Closing her eyes against the sunlight, Aeryn felt herself relax.
"See?" He kissed her ear, "I was right."
"Not always," she mumbled, drifting into a doze. The world had ended more than once. It probably would again, but right now, she was almost safe.
-f
Prompt: John and Aeryn and little D'Argo, post-PKW and a hammock.