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 ( Read more... )

Crichton is second-guessing himself.

There's not much else to do when you're unconscious. All you can think about is what you could have done instead. What might have happened.

What if the chip was magnetically shielded? He didn't think of that, yesterday last week that day with the blackout. If it was, it would have been immune to the EMP... and ( Read more... )

A gasp, as Crichton lifts his head off the pillow. He's --- in his room. How'd he get here?

He sits up on the bed and rubs his eyes, trying to remember what happened last night-

Scorpius. Andrew. Meg. Raph.

-and his attention is drawn to a note on the table. He reads it three or four times, but the only thing he can make any sense out of is the ( Read more... )

Crichton looks at the number of the room key and walks down the corridor until he finds the appropriate door. Opening it, he finds a room that appears to have already been lived in ( Read more... )

His mind is in a blur. Nothing but flashes -- space, explosions, Braka hitting him with the helmet, Ro'Na getting killed. Katralla. Aeryn. D'argo convincing him to go ahead with it. Scorpius. Scorpius. Scorpius!

Crichton suddenly comes to with a gasp. "Holy-"

He can barely move his head, but his eyes search the room to figure out where he is.

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