Drabble Fic
Title: Drabble Fic
Fandom: Farscape
Characters: Crichton, Aeryn, D'Argo Sun Crichton, Rygel, Chiana
Orientation: Het, Gen
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 1,069
Notes: Ten 90-110 word drabbles for farscape_land Tag You're It! Challenge.
Prompts: Court, Paint, In a Nutshell, Court, Empire, Original, Impatience, Diaper, Sunshine, Makeup
1)*Court*
“Your honor…”
“Esteemed Justice, John,” Rygel hissed.
John scowled at Rygel. “Your Esteemed Justice, we were unaware of the law, and while we understand that ignorance is no excuse, humbly apologize and offer reparations. May our… property… please be returned to us?”
“Very well. Pay the fine. And see that you do not offend our citizens again with such wild deviance in our streets.”
Walking out of the court, John rolled his eyes. Aeryn was going to be really, royally and regally pissed about the leash law on this backwater planet. Maybe it might be safer to leave her in jail while he finished their supply run... alone.
2)*Paint*
“Make a big swirl, Daddy.”
John splashed the brush against the bulkhead door and dragged his arm in a wide arc. “Like this?”
D’Argo clapped his hands. “More! Do blue.”
“I wasn’t done with red yet, Little D. I thought we decided red?”
“BLUE DADDY!”
“Why is he screaming?” Aeryn asked, poking her head through the crack John had left for the DRDs to pass through. It was too late for John to stop and the brush slapped against the side of his wife’s head.
“Uh oh, Daddy.” D’Argo wisely picked up his blankie and arranged it over his head, blocking out the carnage to come.
3) *In a Nutshell*
“Aeryn and Chi are waiting for us to rendezvous and we’re sitting here dead in the water. What you’re telling me, Pilot, is that the thingamabob won’t work unless we get a new doohickey, is that it in a nutshell?”
“I believe your translator microbes need translator microbes of their own, Commander.”
John rolled his eyes. “We have to go shopping?”
“As I cannot leave Moya, I believe you will need to travel to the market.”
This was going to suck. Little D always got sick on the pod. And he was not leaving him with Noranti and Rygel. Aeryn still hadn’t forgiven them for the last time.
4)*Control*
The importance of maintaining parade rest under the scrutiny of a commanding officer shouting in her face and determined to break her concentration took three punishment details to pound into her head.
Learning to fire a weapon, to hold it steady to hit the target each time took arns and arns of practice time to perfect.
Perfecting the firing of the weapons system on her prowler to hit the target every time took cycles.
But Aeryn knew, deep down, that even her entire lifetime would not be long enough to gain control of the emotions that frelling human made her feel.
5) *Empire*
“You will come to the dark side, my little patawan!” John shouted, ducking under a stanchion in the aft cargo bay. “It is no use, you will serve the empire!”
“Never!” a small form, clad in a cloak hurtled out from an alcove and came towards him. Brandishing a sword made of wire covered with insulating foam and the last precious bit of John’s carefully hoarded duct tape, D’Argo had a fierce look on his face and his jaw was jutted out stubbornly.
“Never?” John swung his own sword menacingly.
“I’m a jedi! I have honor!”
“We’re the dark side. We have cookies.”
“Cookies?” the boy said hopefully.
6) *Original*
“So, which one are you?”
“I’m me.” John thumped his fist on his chest.
“But, are you the real you, or are you the copy?”
John shrugged, that had never been determined. “It doesn’t matter, not anymore. It hasn’t for a long time. I’m the only one.”
Olivia took a sip of her drink and looked her brother up and down. “You’ve been through some really, really weird crap, John.”
“You don’t know the half of it.” He sort of regretted telling her any of it, but the alcohol had loosened his tongue.
7) *Impatience*
Aeryn circled, her eyes never leaving John’s.
“C’mon baby. Killing me here.”
She smiled, stopped and raised one foot to the edge of the bed. She skimmed her fingers over the buckle at the side of her calf and her tongue darted out to lick her lips.
John groaned as she undid the buckle with purposeful, agonizing, slowness. “Kill… ing. Me.”
If anything, it made her go slower as she moved to the next buckle. Exhaling slowly, John tried to wait her out, tried to play her game.
It was no use.
He rolled to his knees and dove at her. With a squeak of surprise, she caught him.
8) *Diaper*
John had not given too much thought during Aeryn’s pregnancy to the actual logistics of raising a baby on a starship. If he’d had more than a few insane weeks leading up to D’Argo’s birth, he might have had more time to think, and plan and panic.
In all the time he’d been aboard Moya, all the planets they had stopped at, John had never once seen a Babies R Us.
He crouched beside the pool of amnexus fluid and opened the bin. He fell back, knocked over by the wave of stink, and fervently wished for a gross ton of Huggies or Pampers.
9) *Sunshine*
You make me happy, when skies are gray…
Biting his lip, John tried to remember the next line of the song. He hurt, Lord above, how he hurt. The machine dragged everything out of him, bit by bit, tearing at his memories, ripping at his soul.
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you…
He remembered his mother, pushing him on the swing, singing in an off-key voice. He wanted to go back there, to that safe, warm and happy memory. To his mother.
Please don’t take…
No, not her. They can’t take her. The memory was his. His comfort. His joy.
… my sunshine away.
10) *Makeup*
The others were not thrilled, but Chiana loved Earth. There were so many things! It was a planet of excess, a planet of choices.
She particularly adored the shopping. Such quantity. Earthlings took it for granted.
She used her body as a canvas, when she found the colors. At first, she didn’t put them in the intended places. Soon, she learned how to make them shine. When it was time to leave Earth, she packed a bag full of products, in every hue of the spectrum.
Now that she knew the power of body paint, she looked in every market they stopped at after that, searching for new colors.
Fandom: Farscape
Characters: Crichton, Aeryn, D'Argo Sun Crichton, Rygel, Chiana
Orientation: Het, Gen
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 1,069
Notes: Ten 90-110 word drabbles for farscape_land Tag You're It! Challenge.
Prompts: Court, Paint, In a Nutshell, Court, Empire, Original, Impatience, Diaper, Sunshine, Makeup
1)*Court*
“Your honor…”
“Esteemed Justice, John,” Rygel hissed.
John scowled at Rygel. “Your Esteemed Justice, we were unaware of the law, and while we understand that ignorance is no excuse, humbly apologize and offer reparations. May our… property… please be returned to us?”
“Very well. Pay the fine. And see that you do not offend our citizens again with such wild deviance in our streets.”
Walking out of the court, John rolled his eyes. Aeryn was going to be really, royally and regally pissed about the leash law on this backwater planet. Maybe it might be safer to leave her in jail while he finished their supply run... alone.
2)*Paint*
“Make a big swirl, Daddy.”
John splashed the brush against the bulkhead door and dragged his arm in a wide arc. “Like this?”
D’Argo clapped his hands. “More! Do blue.”
“I wasn’t done with red yet, Little D. I thought we decided red?”
“BLUE DADDY!”
“Why is he screaming?” Aeryn asked, poking her head through the crack John had left for the DRDs to pass through. It was too late for John to stop and the brush slapped against the side of his wife’s head.
“Uh oh, Daddy.” D’Argo wisely picked up his blankie and arranged it over his head, blocking out the carnage to come.
3) *In a Nutshell*
“Aeryn and Chi are waiting for us to rendezvous and we’re sitting here dead in the water. What you’re telling me, Pilot, is that the thingamabob won’t work unless we get a new doohickey, is that it in a nutshell?”
“I believe your translator microbes need translator microbes of their own, Commander.”
John rolled his eyes. “We have to go shopping?”
“As I cannot leave Moya, I believe you will need to travel to the market.”
This was going to suck. Little D always got sick on the pod. And he was not leaving him with Noranti and Rygel. Aeryn still hadn’t forgiven them for the last time.
4)*Control*
The importance of maintaining parade rest under the scrutiny of a commanding officer shouting in her face and determined to break her concentration took three punishment details to pound into her head.
Learning to fire a weapon, to hold it steady to hit the target each time took arns and arns of practice time to perfect.
Perfecting the firing of the weapons system on her prowler to hit the target every time took cycles.
But Aeryn knew, deep down, that even her entire lifetime would not be long enough to gain control of the emotions that frelling human made her feel.
5) *Empire*
“You will come to the dark side, my little patawan!” John shouted, ducking under a stanchion in the aft cargo bay. “It is no use, you will serve the empire!”
“Never!” a small form, clad in a cloak hurtled out from an alcove and came towards him. Brandishing a sword made of wire covered with insulating foam and the last precious bit of John’s carefully hoarded duct tape, D’Argo had a fierce look on his face and his jaw was jutted out stubbornly.
“Never?” John swung his own sword menacingly.
“I’m a jedi! I have honor!”
“We’re the dark side. We have cookies.”
“Cookies?” the boy said hopefully.
6) *Original*
“So, which one are you?”
“I’m me.” John thumped his fist on his chest.
“But, are you the real you, or are you the copy?”
John shrugged, that had never been determined. “It doesn’t matter, not anymore. It hasn’t for a long time. I’m the only one.”
Olivia took a sip of her drink and looked her brother up and down. “You’ve been through some really, really weird crap, John.”
“You don’t know the half of it.” He sort of regretted telling her any of it, but the alcohol had loosened his tongue.
7) *Impatience*
Aeryn circled, her eyes never leaving John’s.
“C’mon baby. Killing me here.”
She smiled, stopped and raised one foot to the edge of the bed. She skimmed her fingers over the buckle at the side of her calf and her tongue darted out to lick her lips.
John groaned as she undid the buckle with purposeful, agonizing, slowness. “Kill… ing. Me.”
If anything, it made her go slower as she moved to the next buckle. Exhaling slowly, John tried to wait her out, tried to play her game.
It was no use.
He rolled to his knees and dove at her. With a squeak of surprise, she caught him.
8) *Diaper*
John had not given too much thought during Aeryn’s pregnancy to the actual logistics of raising a baby on a starship. If he’d had more than a few insane weeks leading up to D’Argo’s birth, he might have had more time to think, and plan and panic.
In all the time he’d been aboard Moya, all the planets they had stopped at, John had never once seen a Babies R Us.
He crouched beside the pool of amnexus fluid and opened the bin. He fell back, knocked over by the wave of stink, and fervently wished for a gross ton of Huggies or Pampers.
9) *Sunshine*
You make me happy, when skies are gray…
Biting his lip, John tried to remember the next line of the song. He hurt, Lord above, how he hurt. The machine dragged everything out of him, bit by bit, tearing at his memories, ripping at his soul.
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you…
He remembered his mother, pushing him on the swing, singing in an off-key voice. He wanted to go back there, to that safe, warm and happy memory. To his mother.
Please don’t take…
No, not her. They can’t take her. The memory was his. His comfort. His joy.
… my sunshine away.
10) *Makeup*
The others were not thrilled, but Chiana loved Earth. There were so many things! It was a planet of excess, a planet of choices.
She particularly adored the shopping. Such quantity. Earthlings took it for granted.
She used her body as a canvas, when she found the colors. At first, she didn’t put them in the intended places. Soon, she learned how to make them shine. When it was time to leave Earth, she packed a bag full of products, in every hue of the spectrum.
Now that she knew the power of body paint, she looked in every market they stopped at after that, searching for new colors.