7 Farscape drabbles
The kind folks over at club_farscape helped me out with some prompts. \o/
Enjoy!
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for dizzydame:
“Crichton.”
John woke with a start. Beside him, Aeryn murmured something and snuggled in closer. “’s’up, Pilot?”
“Your progeny is disassembling Moya’s DRDs.” Pilot’s voice sounded a little aggravated.
“What? No, D’s in his… bed.” Across the room, John saw the coppery blanket he’d tucked in around his boy only a couple of arns ago, trailing over the edge of D’Argo’s bed. The door to the room was wide open. “Crap.”
“Indeed, Commander. He is in the maintenance bay on tier three.”
Sliding out from under his wife, John swung his feet to the floor and grabbed for his pants.
***
D’Argo sat in the center of the maintenance bay floor, surrounded by pieces and parts of at least three DRDs. The boy beamed up at his father, waving a screwdriver at him, thoroughly pleased with himself and John had to bite back a bark of laughter.
It took all John’s willpower to force the lines of his face into a stern expression, but before he could say a word, D’Argo said, “Don’t worry, Da. I’ll put them back together.”
“Why did you do this, D?”
“Mama showed me how to strip a pulse pistol, but the DRDs are more fun.”
&&&
“Goooo goal.” Aeryn frowned, not sure she got the sound right. She looked up at Crichton’s sister. “What is this ‘goo-goal?’”
“Google is a search engine,” Olivia responded.
A dark brow rose sharply. “Search engine?” She couldn’t have heard that correctly, but Olivia nodded and reached around Aeryn to the keyboard. Looking up at the screen, not at her own fingers, the human woman tapped at the keys.
“A search engine,” she repeated, glancing at Aeryn. “’Engine’ as in it’s what powers the search.” She finished tapping and a picture of Aeryn appeared. “’Sebacean,’” she said, with a flourish and a grin.
for rinkafic:
Chiana pulled the soft, heavy fabric over her head, slipped her arms into the sleeves, and let the dress fall around her. It slid over her skin like a sheet of warm water, surprisingly solid. She shook her head to get her hair out of her eyes.
Longer than she expected, it tickled her ankles as it settled over her, the bodice and sleeves adjusting themselves to her curves and angles while the heavy skirt draped over hips, swirled around her legs. Delighting in the sensations, she spun around and the skirt flared out around her like a dark corona.
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Rygel approached the center chamber and shifted into low gear. Nothing happened. He attempted to shift again with the same result, but now, much closer to the closed door, he couldn’t maneuver to activate the opener. Frantic, not that he’d ever admit that to anyone, he tried to slam the sled into reverse. Again, nothing.
“Oh, dren,” he whispered, unable to prevent the inevitable crash, then shouted, “Open the frelling door!”
Mere microts before impact, the door slid miraculously open to reveal Crichton’s smiling face. “Sparky! What’s-”
Rygel plowed into him, the collision stopping the thronesled. “Thank you, Crichton.”
for a_blackpanther:
Aeryn spun, pulse pistol in hand, seeking the source of the harsh grating, whining sound filling the hangar. A pulsing light appeared, icy blue in its brilliance. Within it, a tall blue box materialized; the grating sound grew louder.
Eyes narrowed, she took up a more martial stance, feet wide, pistol gripped firmly in both hands. She waited and the box solidified. A door opened and a man walked out, smiling, a look of amazement on his boyish face.
“On the ground now!”
“Oh, hello.” He straightened the bow beneath his chin, then held out his hand. “I’m the Doctor.”
&&&
John could feel Aeryn standing behind him, could feel her gaze on his shoulders. Turning his head slightly toward her, he tightened his grip on the pulse pistol he held in both hands. “How’s this?”
She made a clucking sound and he grinned. “Not quite right.” She stepped closer; if she were human, he’d feel her heat all along his backside. Instead, it was just the pressure of her body against his as her arms came up around him and her hands closed over his, adjusting his hold.
“Like this,” she whispered, breath on skin. He shivered, closed his eyes.
Enjoy!
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for dizzydame:
“Crichton.”
John woke with a start. Beside him, Aeryn murmured something and snuggled in closer. “’s’up, Pilot?”
“Your progeny is disassembling Moya’s DRDs.” Pilot’s voice sounded a little aggravated.
“What? No, D’s in his… bed.” Across the room, John saw the coppery blanket he’d tucked in around his boy only a couple of arns ago, trailing over the edge of D’Argo’s bed. The door to the room was wide open. “Crap.”
“Indeed, Commander. He is in the maintenance bay on tier three.”
Sliding out from under his wife, John swung his feet to the floor and grabbed for his pants.
***
D’Argo sat in the center of the maintenance bay floor, surrounded by pieces and parts of at least three DRDs. The boy beamed up at his father, waving a screwdriver at him, thoroughly pleased with himself and John had to bite back a bark of laughter.
It took all John’s willpower to force the lines of his face into a stern expression, but before he could say a word, D’Argo said, “Don’t worry, Da. I’ll put them back together.”
“Why did you do this, D?”
“Mama showed me how to strip a pulse pistol, but the DRDs are more fun.”
&&&
“Goooo goal.” Aeryn frowned, not sure she got the sound right. She looked up at Crichton’s sister. “What is this ‘goo-goal?’”
“Google is a search engine,” Olivia responded.
A dark brow rose sharply. “Search engine?” She couldn’t have heard that correctly, but Olivia nodded and reached around Aeryn to the keyboard. Looking up at the screen, not at her own fingers, the human woman tapped at the keys.
“A search engine,” she repeated, glancing at Aeryn. “’Engine’ as in it’s what powers the search.” She finished tapping and a picture of Aeryn appeared. “’Sebacean,’” she said, with a flourish and a grin.
for rinkafic:
Chiana pulled the soft, heavy fabric over her head, slipped her arms into the sleeves, and let the dress fall around her. It slid over her skin like a sheet of warm water, surprisingly solid. She shook her head to get her hair out of her eyes.
Longer than she expected, it tickled her ankles as it settled over her, the bodice and sleeves adjusting themselves to her curves and angles while the heavy skirt draped over hips, swirled around her legs. Delighting in the sensations, she spun around and the skirt flared out around her like a dark corona.
&&&
Rygel approached the center chamber and shifted into low gear. Nothing happened. He attempted to shift again with the same result, but now, much closer to the closed door, he couldn’t maneuver to activate the opener. Frantic, not that he’d ever admit that to anyone, he tried to slam the sled into reverse. Again, nothing.
“Oh, dren,” he whispered, unable to prevent the inevitable crash, then shouted, “Open the frelling door!”
Mere microts before impact, the door slid miraculously open to reveal Crichton’s smiling face. “Sparky! What’s-”
Rygel plowed into him, the collision stopping the thronesled. “Thank you, Crichton.”
for a_blackpanther:
Aeryn spun, pulse pistol in hand, seeking the source of the harsh grating, whining sound filling the hangar. A pulsing light appeared, icy blue in its brilliance. Within it, a tall blue box materialized; the grating sound grew louder.
Eyes narrowed, she took up a more martial stance, feet wide, pistol gripped firmly in both hands. She waited and the box solidified. A door opened and a man walked out, smiling, a look of amazement on his boyish face.
“On the ground now!”
“Oh, hello.” He straightened the bow beneath his chin, then held out his hand. “I’m the Doctor.”
&&&
John could feel Aeryn standing behind him, could feel her gaze on his shoulders. Turning his head slightly toward her, he tightened his grip on the pulse pistol he held in both hands. “How’s this?”
She made a clucking sound and he grinned. “Not quite right.” She stepped closer; if she were human, he’d feel her heat all along his backside. Instead, it was just the pressure of her body against his as her arms came up around him and her hands closed over his, adjusting his hold.
“Like this,” she whispered, breath on skin. He shivered, closed his eyes.