Something That is Blue
Here, just before I run out the door is my fic for the Why Can't We Be Freinds ficathon.
Title: Something That is Blue
Fandom: Farscape
Pairing: John&Stark
Time Frame: Beween Thanks for Sharing and Icarus Abides
Spoilers: no
Synopsis: John and Stark are alone. And bored.
Word Count: 613
Rating: G
Warning: Dialogue-fic. Rather pointless.
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: Love and kissies to my beta kazbaby who laughed her ass off, said "awww", corrected my frell-aweful spelling, and made some very helpful sugestions.
Author's Notes: Written the Why Can't We Be Freinds ficathon for astrogirl2 for who (amoung other things and perhaps unwisely) requested: Crichton & Stark. Doing absolutely anything at all, even if it's just sitting around playing "I Spy." I don't care. Be careful what you wish for, is all I can say.
Something That Is Blue
"Okay, look, it's simple. Just say 'I spy, with my little eye, something that is' and then a word describing what you're looking at, and that's my clue to guess."
"Alright... I spy, with my little eye... wait, are you making fun of me?"
"What?"
"Why, "my little eye"? It's not my fault I only have one! You don't have to change the words for me! And it's not little!"
"No, no, no, no, no, no, Astro, I'm not making fun of you! That's just... that's the words! I say that too. That's just how the game goes."
"But... why? I mean, your people generally have two eyes, don't they?"
"Uh, yeah, that's the norm for humans, outside of accident or illness or maybe a really rare birth defect..."
"...do you think I'm defective?"
"WHAT? No!! Are you nu.. I mean, no. No. I assumed you were normal for Banik. I assume everybody I meet is normal for whatever they are."
"...I'm not."
"What?"
"I'm not. A normal Banik. I was, but..."
"Scorpy?"
"Scorpy. Plakovians. ...Zhaan."
"Me."
"Oh. Well, yes, I suppose. You too. Yes, you're the reason for the most exceptional thing about me, the thing that makes me a very different Banik."
"I'm almost scared to ask..."
"You shouldn't be. The most exceptional thing about me is... I'm free."
"Uhm, wow. But... hey, Astro, that's really Aeryn who..."
"She wouldn't have taken me too if you hadn't said so. And even if she would have, it's only because you taught her compassion in the first place. You're the reason I'm free."
"...uhm, look, 'you're welcome' doesn't seem to cover it, and I'm never using 'don't mention it' again, because people never get that one, so... howabout 'no problem, anything for a friend'?"
"That sounds good to me, Crichton."
"Good to me too, Astro."
"Hmmm. ...I spy, with my little eye, something that is getzhyk."
"Uhm, I didn't get that last word. Translator microbes say uncle."
"Getzhyk doesn't mean anything close to uncle. That's..."
"No, no, no, no, I mean they give up. Uhm, try another word that's like Gretsky, or whatever you said."
"Er... zy-byken?"
"Zamboni? Do Banik play hockey or something?"
"Uh, no then. I don't even know what Hoh-kee is. Ah.... full?"
"Full! That's a word! Okay.... uh, that cargo container?"
"Uhm... no, wrong. What happens now?"
"I keep guessing till I get it right. Then it's my turn to say 'I spy...' and you guess."
"So... what's the point?"
"The point is to occupy our minds and waste time until Aeryn, Captain Cranky, and Guido get back with Talyn to pick us and the groceries up. It's better than rock, paper, scissors, right?"
"I would have to say yes. Guess again."
"Uh... Rygel?"
"He's really not close enough to see him. I can sense him, but I don't think humans could, so that's cheating. Isn't it? Anyway, is Rygel ever full?"
"Only full of dren."
"Ha!"
"Okay, so... the sky?"
"Closer... but no."
"Okay, Stark, I'm gonna call Uncle."
"You mean give up?"
"Jeez, you learn fast. You can tell me what it is, or you can give me another clue..."
"All right... I spy, with my little eye... something that is blue."
"...and it's not the sky?"
"No."
"Huh... Y'know... my sister Susan said the secret to winning at I spy was thinking like the other person..."
"Are you sure you want to do that, Crichton?"
"Oh, like it's going to hurt at this point... uh... Zhaan?"
"Very very very very close. But I told you... it has to be something you can see too. Otherwise it would be cheating, right?"
"Right, right... not the sky, not Zhaan, think like Stark, think like Stark... oh."
"Oh?"
"...me?"
"...your turn, Crichton."
I'm sorry. I really and truly am. But I couldn't resist.
Title: Something That is Blue
Fandom: Farscape
Pairing: John&Stark
Time Frame: Beween Thanks for Sharing and Icarus Abides
Spoilers: no
Synopsis: John and Stark are alone. And bored.
Word Count: 613
Rating: G
Warning: Dialogue-fic. Rather pointless.
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: Love and kissies to my beta kazbaby who laughed her ass off, said "awww", corrected my frell-aweful spelling, and made some very helpful sugestions.
Author's Notes: Written the Why Can't We Be Freinds ficathon for astrogirl2 for who (amoung other things and perhaps unwisely) requested: Crichton & Stark. Doing absolutely anything at all, even if it's just sitting around playing "I Spy." I don't care. Be careful what you wish for, is all I can say.
Something That Is Blue
"Okay, look, it's simple. Just say 'I spy, with my little eye, something that is' and then a word describing what you're looking at, and that's my clue to guess."
"Alright... I spy, with my little eye... wait, are you making fun of me?"
"What?"
"Why, "my little eye"? It's not my fault I only have one! You don't have to change the words for me! And it's not little!"
"No, no, no, no, no, no, Astro, I'm not making fun of you! That's just... that's the words! I say that too. That's just how the game goes."
"But... why? I mean, your people generally have two eyes, don't they?"
"Uh, yeah, that's the norm for humans, outside of accident or illness or maybe a really rare birth defect..."
"...do you think I'm defective?"
"WHAT? No!! Are you nu.. I mean, no. No. I assumed you were normal for Banik. I assume everybody I meet is normal for whatever they are."
"...I'm not."
"What?"
"I'm not. A normal Banik. I was, but..."
"Scorpy?"
"Scorpy. Plakovians. ...Zhaan."
"Me."
"Oh. Well, yes, I suppose. You too. Yes, you're the reason for the most exceptional thing about me, the thing that makes me a very different Banik."
"I'm almost scared to ask..."
"You shouldn't be. The most exceptional thing about me is... I'm free."
"Uhm, wow. But... hey, Astro, that's really Aeryn who..."
"She wouldn't have taken me too if you hadn't said so. And even if she would have, it's only because you taught her compassion in the first place. You're the reason I'm free."
"...uhm, look, 'you're welcome' doesn't seem to cover it, and I'm never using 'don't mention it' again, because people never get that one, so... howabout 'no problem, anything for a friend'?"
"That sounds good to me, Crichton."
"Good to me too, Astro."
"Hmmm. ...I spy, with my little eye, something that is getzhyk."
"Uhm, I didn't get that last word. Translator microbes say uncle."
"Getzhyk doesn't mean anything close to uncle. That's..."
"No, no, no, no, I mean they give up. Uhm, try another word that's like Gretsky, or whatever you said."
"Er... zy-byken?"
"Zamboni? Do Banik play hockey or something?"
"Uh, no then. I don't even know what Hoh-kee is. Ah.... full?"
"Full! That's a word! Okay.... uh, that cargo container?"
"Uhm... no, wrong. What happens now?"
"I keep guessing till I get it right. Then it's my turn to say 'I spy...' and you guess."
"So... what's the point?"
"The point is to occupy our minds and waste time until Aeryn, Captain Cranky, and Guido get back with Talyn to pick us and the groceries up. It's better than rock, paper, scissors, right?"
"I would have to say yes. Guess again."
"Uh... Rygel?"
"He's really not close enough to see him. I can sense him, but I don't think humans could, so that's cheating. Isn't it? Anyway, is Rygel ever full?"
"Only full of dren."
"Ha!"
"Okay, so... the sky?"
"Closer... but no."
"Okay, Stark, I'm gonna call Uncle."
"You mean give up?"
"Jeez, you learn fast. You can tell me what it is, or you can give me another clue..."
"All right... I spy, with my little eye... something that is blue."
"...and it's not the sky?"
"No."
"Huh... Y'know... my sister Susan said the secret to winning at I spy was thinking like the other person..."
"Are you sure you want to do that, Crichton?"
"Oh, like it's going to hurt at this point... uh... Zhaan?"
"Very very very very close. But I told you... it has to be something you can see too. Otherwise it would be cheating, right?"
"Right, right... not the sky, not Zhaan, think like Stark, think like Stark... oh."
"Oh?"
"...me?"
"...your turn, Crichton."
I'm sorry. I really and truly am. But I couldn't resist.