Fanfic - All In The Jeans
Title: All In The Jeans
Fandom: Farscape
Pairings: John/Aeryn, John/OFC, mentions of John/Katralla
Rating: NC-17. If you want the slightly more PG rated version, just skip part 3.
Summary: The Scarrans are after John Crichton. So what else is new? Set 1 cycle post PK Wars.
Warnings: kidnapping, heat, non-con, sex, angst
Author’s Notes 1: This is a response to something that I thought, based on who the Scarrans are and what they do, one of them should have at least attempted at some point throughout the series. But I guess they had other things to worry about, like the wormhole technology. Still, the fact that it didn’t cross any of their minds at all is… a bit weird.
Author's Notes 2: The way this fic ends kinda beggs for a sequel, but I’ve said all I really wanted to say in it. If anyone else wants to take it on, they’re more than welcome to it. Just credit me with the prequel and give me a little nudge so I can read it.
All In The Jeans
~.~.1.~.~
Aeryn knew that they shouldn’t have left D’Argo with Noranti. Or with anyone, for that matter. D’Argo had the good fortune not to have to grow up under Peacekeeper rule. His parents did not have to fight any battles instead of caring for him. His parents were not prohibited by law from forming any attachment to him. She should never have relinquished her son at all, even for a microt, let alone for the arn and a half that John thought she required to… how did he put it…? ‘Cut the apron strings’.
Aeryn Sun had faced imminent capture, torture and death more times that she could count, with minimal fear; Peacekeeper training had practically detached the useless emotion from her. But now, at this moment, she knew what it meant to be truly terrified. Her defenseless child, her precious son, was in the hands of the Scarrans. She felt nauseous as her mind leapt from possibility to possibility. She scanned the room that the Scarran soldiers had dragged them into, but saw no sign of D’Argo.
“Where is he?!” she demanded. She knew first hand what the Scarrans were capable of, and until she saw D’Argo, content and unharmed, she doubted very much that her stomach would settle.
“He is safe, Officer Sun…” The female Scarran, who was obviously in charge, said with a cloyingly soothing voice, which did nothing to alleviate Aeryn’s fears. “For now.”
Aeryn was glad that she had been forced to surrender her pulse pistol to the Soldiers earlier. Firing at this Drannit before they knew that D’Argo was safe would not have been in their best interests, but the temptation would have been too much to resist. Shooting always did make her feel better.
She heard John seethe beside her. “If you’ve hurt even one hair on his head, I swear to God...” She glanced over at her husband and saw the determination in his eyes. She knew that whatever this Scarran tralk wanted in return for their son, she would get. Aeryn didn’t know whether to be comforted by that fact, or worried.
After John had demonstrated the power of the wormhole weapon a cycle ago, they had all thought that the Ancients had removed the technology from his mind. However, small pieces of information had remained, and ever since then more and more had come back to him. They all knew how dangerous the wormhole weapon was, and in Scarran hands, it would be many times worse. Aeryn knew that protecting the galaxy from that kind of technology should be their first priority, but somehow the lives of billions of strangers paled in comparison to the safety of their child.
“I want to see my son!” Aeryn insisted. “Where is he?” The Scarran female touched a device hanging from her neck that Aeryn hadn’t noticed before. It looked like a smaller version of the nuclear bomb John had used to guarantee his safety when they had gone back to Katratzi to rescue Scorpius. At that moment, the wall to her left shimmered and turned transparent to reveal another room behind it. Aeryn was overwhelmed with relief at what she saw. There, sitting on a table in this second room, sat her D’Argo! She made to rush over to him immediately, but was held back by the soldiers. She wanted nothing more than to hold her baby in her arms, but clearly she would have to be satisfied with just seeing that he was unhurt.
“Hey, Little D.” John said, sounding even more relieved than she felt, if that was at all possible. “You doing ok, buddy?”
“Da!” D’Argo exclaimed, waving his arms impatiently. He looked a little scared, but otherwise did not seem overly distressed. “Xzohct” he said; part of the Sebacean word for ‘Mother’. Aeryn rolled her tongue in a soft, high pitched tone, which always soothed D’Argo whenever he fussed.
The Scarran female touched the device again, and red lamps on either side of D’Argo lit up. Dargo began crying, and Aeryn’s gut twisted in her stomach. “What are you doing?!” she cried as she and John struggled desperately in the soldiers’ grasp. She vaguely heard John roaring - or was he pleading? - for the Scarran to “shut that damn thing off!” It felt like an eternity before the Scarran finally touched the device again and the lamps dimmed, but Aeryn knew logically that it could not have been more than a microt or two. “What the frell did you do to him?!”
Ignoring Aeryn, the Scarran spoke to the soldiers, but it was obvious that what she said was for her and John’s benefit. “How interesting. It seems that the half-breed child’s human DNA makes him more resistant to intense heat than a full-blooded Sebacean. We may have to increase the temperature should Crichton or Officer Sun not cooperate with our plans.” The Scarran fiddled with the controls again and the wall went back up.
“Exactly what would those plans be?” John asked carefully. Aeryn felt nauseous again. Their son’s safety was far from guaranteed.
~.~.2.~.~
“You see, Crichton,” The Scarran disregarded John’s question and pointed to the device around her neck, “this was modified from your invention, only unlike your bomb, this device will have no effect on any of us. It manages the temperature of the room holding your offspring. I am able to control it manually, but it also works automatically; should I be killed, shot at, or harmed in any way, the temperature in that room will be raised high enough to bring about the living death in your son.”
John’s heart skipped a beat. The living death? Aeryn had told him about that once; said it was the only time Sebaceans killed their own kind out of mercy. She had even made him promise to kill her if she ever succumbed it. He glanced over at her, but she wasn’t at his side anymore. She was running over to the now opaque wall that separated them from D’Argo. John hadn’t noticed, but the Scaran soldiers had let them go. He turned around and punched one of them in the… well, he assumed it was his jaw, but it was hard to tell on these guys. It had no effect, of course, but it made him feel better. At least until the Scarran backhanded him, knocking him to the ground. Okay, regroup.
“Fine” John said with gritted teeth, picking himself up. “I get it. You hold all the cards, and we’ve got no ace in the hole. But you and I both know that you wouldn’t have brought me all the way here if there wasn’t something you wanted. So, let’s talk deal. What’s it gonna take to get my son back?”
The Scarran tilted her head. “Are you aware, Crichton, of Scarran research into genetics?”
This meant nothing to John, but it seemed to alarm Aeryn, which definitely meant trouble. “What?! No!” she said incredulously, one arm almost instinctively covering the wall, though it offered their son no real protection. “No, you can’t have him! I won’t let you experiment on my son!”
John felt a stab in his gut. “You’re gonna what?! Oh, there ain’t no way in hell, Lady!”
“I have no interest in your offspring.” The Scarran said with disgust. “We have already determined Sebaceans to be inferior creatures. The child is contaminated with Sebacean DNA. Pure human DNA, however, we have yet to explore.”
Aeryn visibly recoiled, and next thing John knew, she was running towards the Scarran, kicking, punching and screaming “No, you can’t have him either!” John’s feet were like lead. He had a very bad feeling, and he didn’t see a whole lot of options.
Suddenly, the sound of D’Argo’s cry pierced through the wall, and Aeryn fell to the ground. It took a while for John to realize that the Scarran had activated the lamps again. “Will you behave, Sebacean?” John’s stomach twisted at the sound of his boy crying and distressed.
“Okay!” John said with a resolve that seemed to come from nowhere. He forced his legs to move him closer to Aeryn. “Whatever it is, I’ll do it. Just shut it off!” D’Argo’s cries faded to whimpers, and Aeryn stood up slowly, looking as overwhelmed as John felt. He turned to her, searching for answers. “Baby, what’d I just agree to?”
Aeryn shook her head. “You didn’t, we’ll find some other way.”
“Do you see one?” John asked. Aeryn closed her eyes, defeated. “It’s ok,” he assured her, “I just need a little heads up. What am I getting myself into?”
Aeryn hesitated, before saying bleakly “I think she wants to breed with you.”
~.~.3.~.~
“Great, so I just yankie-do into a cup and we’re on our way? No problem, show me the room with all the dirty magazines.” Why did John have the feeling that it wouldn’t be as simple as that?
“John, Scarrans are biologically incapable of breeding… without sex.”
The Scarran smirked in a way that made John’s skin crawl. “The hormones released during intercourse help to facilitate fertilization. This is why our breeding programs are… not as scientifically detached as traditional genetic experiments.”
Damn, fate just kept getting better and better. “You’re telling me that the fugliest goddamned bitch in the entire universe wants to get busy with me?”
“We can find another way.” Aeryn insisted, her bleak voice at odds with her words.
“Hey, no big deal.” John sniffed and puffed out his chest in an effort to look more manly - and more confident. “I’m a guy, right? About to get laid. I mean, bring it on. This is every married guy’s fantasy, right? …If that guy happens to be Hugh Grant and he’s cheating on Elizabeth Hurley with that nasty lookin’ prostitute…”
“Remove your clothing.” the Scarran instructed.
“Right” John repeated, not quite believing what he was about to do. “Right, of course. Cause… y’know, that’s how it happens.” He was stalling. He knew he shouldn’t be, the Scarran could turn the heat up on D’Argo again. But for some reason, he couldn’t seem to coordinate his hands to undo the clasps of his jacket. As he fumbled, he continued babbling. “Can’t get no magic happening if we don’t get naked. That’s what it’s all about. No clothes. The birds and the bees. Shoots and snails, puppy dog tails. Not that Whatsherface is all sugar and spice, or let’s face it, anything nice…”
Suddenly, soft hands were on his, helping him to undo the jacket. Smooth, gentle hands. Aeryn’s hands. “This is just you and me.” she whispered. “We’re on Earth. It’s raining. We’re in a motel room.” John wanted to push her away. She didn’t need to be dragged into this too. But he didn’t; for some reason he let her kiss him. He rested his hands on her hips, running his thumbs along the exposed skin where her top didn’t quite manage to meet her pants. Aeryn kissed a trail from his lips down his neck, and a shiver found its way to his spine. She pulled at the collar of his shirt with her teeth, giving him a teasing look which made his manhood stir. When the jacket was undone, she slid it off, running her soft, warm hands down his arms. John had often wondered how Aeryn’s skin could be so soft. It should be calloused, battle hardened from her many years as a Peacekeeper. She lifted his shirt and began kissing his stomach. He watched her, running his hands through her dark hair.
John didn’t dare look up, knowing that she was watching. He tried to let Aeryn distract him and pushed the Scarran to the back of his mind. Aeryn’s dark, silky hair, her soft cheek, the way she gently nipped his chest as she lifted his shirt higher. It was just them, like she said. Just the two of them. In a motel on a rainy night on Earth. Just like their first time, which hadn’t really happened. The night had been burned into his mind for, hell probably the rest of his life. Not that he minded, of course. There were plenty of other, not so pleasant memories also burnt into his mind, which he’d just as soon forget. But that night, oh that night could see him through anything. John discarded all other thoughts and focused on that night as Aeryn undid his pants.
They sat on the bed looking out the window of his home planet. He turned to her and slowly, very slowly…
“This is taking far too long” the cacophony of the Scarran’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “Yet another reason that Sebacians are a weak species, this female takes an eternity to remove your clothes.” She strode over to John and yanked down his pants.
“Okay,” John choked, “and hello to you too.”
“Scarrans are far quicker to arouse as well.” the Scarran rebuked, eying John’s flaccid manhood.
“For the record,” John interjected defensively, “this does not normally happen to me. Tell her, Baby.” He looked to Aeryn for back up. “Baby?”
Aeryn seemed bewildered by the importance of this issue, though she shook her head supportively. “No, never.”
“Of course, I’ve never had a date as butt-ugly as you.” He told the Scarran as he chuckled in a way that hid the fact that all of a sudden, he desperately wanted to cry. “I’m thinkin’ that could be part of the pr-ah…”
“Enough of this!” The Scarran shrieked as she took John’s member in her hand.
“Look, Lady,” John swallowed the lump in his throat as he instinctively grabbed her wrist and tried to gently pry her away, “this is not cool.”
“If you resist, your son will die.”
John froze. He had forgotten what dire circumstances they were in. He let go of the Scarran’s wrist and allowed her to molest him. “Dear Penthouse…” he whispered. It was kind of funny in an abstract sort of way, but he couldn’t even bring himself to laugh anymore.
“Close your eyes, John” Aeryn instructed. He held onto her voice as he lowered his lids, oblivious to the tears that fell down his cheeks. “It’s me. I’m touching you.” He conjured up that night again. Aeryn lowering herself slowly onto him as raindrops hit the outside world. Her head tilted back, her long hair tickling his thighs. Her satin voice proclaiming her rapture with his name. “I love you, John.”
“Oh, Aeryn.” Was all John could manage.
“Now lie down.” John’s eyes shot open. That wasn’t Aeryn’s voice. He felt a little disoriented. Before he could get his bearings, Aeryn cupped his cheek and kissed him, gently pulling him down onto the ground with her.
“I invited someone to join us, John. Keep your eyes closed.” John did his best to shut himself off from the outside world, allowing only Aeryn’s voice to penetrate the mental barriers he was gradually building up. He imagined her talking to him in the motel room. On Earth. On a rainy night. “Sarameetch Algalah”
Translator microbes were clearly not infallible, but John knew what she was trying to say. “That’s Sarah Michelle Gellar, Baby.”
“Serer Meshal Galler,” she tried, and John didn’t have the heart to correct her a second time. Besides, when your wife offers you a threesome with Sarah Michelle Gellar, you don’t get hung up on pronunciation. Instead, he let the image of Buffy herself walking into the motel room in a black lace thong and matching negligee play in his mind.
He felt another presence straddle his hips, and he told himself that it was Buffy in black lace, just like Aeryn said. He tried not to think about who it really was, what was really going on against his will. She still had a hold of his manhood, and was lowering herself down onto him, guiding him into her, enveloping him. It didn’t feel like anything he’d ever felt before, and he suddenly had the very disturbing impression of being swallowed by a snake. The skin on Buffy’s arms turned scaly, and it spread all over her body. She turned a sickly white color, her face grew and distorted itself and the black lace became red and black leather with protrusions that John had no inclination of ever figuring out. That’s it, Buffy was permanently ruined for him forever!
John reached out to push the Scarran off of him, but Aeryn grabbed his wrists and pulled them to her, drawing his attention once more away from what was being done to him. “She’s not here, John. Listen to me, this isn’t happening.” She stroked his cheek tenderly, and John leaned into her hand. “We’re on Earth, remember? You, me and…” she struggled once again with the name “Ser…”
“Aeryn, I don’t want Sarah Michelle Gellar anymore.” He hated to plead with her like that. There was nothing that Aeryn could do about the situation. But he just wanted it to be over, and he didn’t know what else to say. “I don’t want anybody else, Baby, I just want you.”
Aeryn hesitated, searching his eyes. “I know.” She said finally, before arranging herself to sit straddled directly in front of the Scarran. “It’s me, John. It’s just me. You and me.” She smiled down at him, and God, he loved her so much. Aeryn never looked more radiant to him than she did right then. She lent down and kissed him, and he held her tightly as tears fell into their mouths. He knew he was shaking and probably sobbing, but she held him and kept him steady, even as the ecstatic frenzy of completion crept upon him and ran through his body right down to his bones.
John felt inexplicably dirty when the Scarran rose from him and told him that he could take his family and go. He still clung to Aeryn, his face buried in her shoulder for a few microts before she held his head to her and whispered “Come on John, let’s get D’Argo back to Moya.” He reluctantly let her go and stood up, feeling a little dizzy. He found his clothes and shakily put them back on while Aeryn looked for a way into the next room where their son was. “I’m going to kill her, you know.” She said absently as she walked along the wall. John looked around and realized that the Scarran and her soldiers were gone. “I want that peace we had for the past cycle back. I’m going to find her, torture her for information about anyone else who wants to try genetic experiments on my family, and then I’m going to kill her. There’s my baby boy!”
It was eerie the way Aeryn’s voice changed from violent and threatening to sweet and nurturing when she found the switch to manually remove the wall that separated them from D’Argo. He couldn’t help but grin though when he saw their son’s arms reaching out to Aeryn. “Xzohct!”
Aeryn scooped him up in her arms and John raced over to join them, overwhelmed with relief, despair, joy, fear, and everything else in between.
~.~.4.~.~
Aeryn was still holding D’Argo on her hip as she instructed Pilot to take them to the Hynerian home world. She refused to let him go, even as he tried to squirm out of her grip. “Da!” he demanded.
“I know, just wait a few microts.” she replied as she tried to keep hold of her struggling child.
“Is everything alright, Aeryn?” Pilot asked.
Aeryn sighed. “Pilot, I wouldn’t know where to begin.”
D’Argo took advantage of his mother’s momentary neglect to escape and sprint down the tier that lead to John and Aeryn’s quarters.
“D’Argo!” Aeryn called. She tried to stay put. D’Argo was safe, she told herself. He was on Moya. In a few microts, he’d probably be sitting in John’s lap, perfectly safe. But no matter what she told herself, she couldn’t calm the rapid beating of her heart. She couldn’t stop the barrage of images that represented everything that had happened to her, to John, to everyone that she’d called friend over the past 5 cycles; everything that could happen to her baby. It wasn’t long before she was sprinting after him. “D’Argo!”
Aeryn slowed to a halt when she reached their room. John was sitting with his back against the side of their bed, staring absently at his feet. D’Argo was in his lap just as she’d predicted, snuggling up to his chest. She let go of the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding and sat down beside John. D’Argo watched her sleepily from his father’s arms and she smiled, stroking his little cheek with her finger, and he slowly closed his eyes.
“Do you remember Princess Katralla?” John asked suddenly, his eyes still fixated on his toes.
“From the planet where everyone was kissing everyone else? Yes, I remember.”
“Not just that… the one who’s pregnant with my child.”
Aeryn remained silent, and let John speak.
“I still think about her, y’know. The daughter who I’m never going to meet. Even more so since we had D’Argo. I wonder about her. But I don’t worry about her, not really. She has her mother and her… father… stepfather, I guess you’d call him. They’ll look out for her. They’ll love her, and protect her.” John sighed, and looked down at D’Argo. “What if this Scarran…breeding thing worked?”
He looked at Aeryn with a question that she didn’t quite know how to answer. “I already told you, I’m going to kill her.”
“And her baby?”
Aeryn ran her fingers through John’s hair. “What do you want, John?”
“I want… what every father wants. I want to protect my child.”
“You’re proposing a rescue mission.”
“Would you be ok with that?”
“Ok with bringing a half- Scarran on board? We’re talking about a baby, I don’t think it’d be a threat. We’ll take D’Argo to Hyneria and leave him with Rygel’s nannies, he should be safe.
“Aeryn,” John took her face in his hands to emphasize his point, “I’m not just talking about bringing a half-Scarran onto Moya. I’m talking about bringing a half-Scarran that isn’t yours into our family.” He searched her eyes, waiting for her answer.
She bit her lip and placed her hands over his. “John, I love you. I love every part of you. When I was pregnant with D’Argo, I was scared. But what got me through it wasn’t that it was my child that was inside me, but that it was yours. If this Scarran child is a part of you, then I will love it.”
John smiled, and she saw the relief wash over him. He leant on her shoulder and she felt him sobbing through his laughter. It didn’t matter; she knew that he was going to be alright.