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[wormholed]

On the western shore of the island, there was a outcrop of boulders. Beneath the largest boulder was a small crevasse, and wedged into that crevasse was John. There was a bowl of half-eaten food of some kind at his feet, but he paid it no attention, favoring the rock walls that surrounded him instead. There were equations written there, but

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[thebonelady]

If the fucking aliens didn't kill her, Angela and Booth would.

No, reflected Temperance vaguely, they'll just lock me up in a small room forever. She'd slipped out of the compound immediately after being informed by Booth of things Getting Worse, as reckless as going when his back was turned to her.

No kevlar vests, no helmets. She didn't think they'd help. But Winona was strapped to her thigh and the pistol to the small of her back, neatly hidden under her jacket. She was at an obvious disadvantage, that much she knew.

But what were her advantages? There had to be some...

She'd slowed to a walk near the boulders, and that was when she saw that she was at least one against three. Swearing quietly under her breath, she took the moment to at least look them over carefully.

[wormholed]

John's laughter finally trailed off into wheezing, and he crouched on the ground, wiping tears from his eyes.

"That you, Scorpy?" he called, shaking his head violently when the malevolent clone crawled towards him. "Come out, come out wherever you are!"

Outside, Scorpius knelt, inclining his head until it was visible through the low opening. "Hello, John Crichton. I've come a very long way this time to fetch you." He gave the human an indulgent smile. "You know how to make this easiest on yourself."

He did know, in fact, but that didn't mean he meant to come quietly. Unfortunately the clone was already behind him, seizing his shoulders and shoving him forward. John landed facedown in the sand, close enough for Scorpius to reach in and haul him the rest of the way out.

Between the insanity and the sandburn on his cheek, it was shaping up to be a very bad day.

[thebonelady]

Temperance was torn between berating herself for not bringing back-up in the form of Booth and IPD and berating herself for not coming sooner. How many were there? How many had to be killed?

Her fingers shook but she stilled them on Winona, pulling it out before she too stepped into the clearing.

"Take your hands off of him, you bastards," she spat.

[wormholed]

If John had thought himself afraid before, it was nothing compared to the cold that filled him now, pushing its way into his lungs until he felt like he was suffocating under the weight.

He rolled onto his stomach, searching for Temperance until the clone put his foot squarely on his back and forced him down again, squishing the cry of warning right out of him.

Above his prone form, Scorpius was turning slowly towards the voice. "Ah." After laying a restraining hand on Braca's arm, he knelt down and cupped John's neck. "You've conquered your affection for Aeryn Sun at last. How marvelous."