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Home For Christmas: A Perfect Gift by CrystalMoon (G)
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: None that I know of
Why this must be read:
After having given you one of RSR's trips into weirdsville, and intending to give you some truly brain bending POV's next week, I thought I'd give you all a little palate-clearing respite. On the surface, this fic might seem just a little too normal for it to be one of my recs, and an outright violation of the theme I said I was adhering to. It's a nice little slice of bittersweet John/Aeryn from season two, bereft of any heavy-duty angst, though not without the finely tuned sense of irony that fate seems to have in for these two.
However, those reading closer might recognize that it is in fact a re-telling of a rather famous short story that nearly everybody and their dog was assigned to read for English class at one point or another. In fact, if you've paid attention to the title, and are familiar with the way the course of John and Aeryn's relationship tends to go, you may even already know which one.
What truly makes this fic stand out is that it still manages to sneak up on you, that even if you know how this one plays out you dare to hope it might be different. It's also a wonderful examination of "the great apocalyptic love story" that is John/Aeryn through the eyes of one of the many aliens that exist in the background of the Farscape universe, who ends up affected in his own small way by the great saga going on.
Go, read, and give CrystalMoon an early Christmas gift by telling her what you thought.
Home for Christmas: A Perfect Gift
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: None that I know of
Why this must be read:
After having given you one of RSR's trips into weirdsville, and intending to give you some truly brain bending POV's next week, I thought I'd give you all a little palate-clearing respite. On the surface, this fic might seem just a little too normal for it to be one of my recs, and an outright violation of the theme I said I was adhering to. It's a nice little slice of bittersweet John/Aeryn from season two, bereft of any heavy-duty angst, though not without the finely tuned sense of irony that fate seems to have in for these two.
However, those reading closer might recognize that it is in fact a re-telling of a rather famous short story that nearly everybody and their dog was assigned to read for English class at one point or another. In fact, if you've paid attention to the title, and are familiar with the way the course of John and Aeryn's relationship tends to go, you may even already know which one.
What truly makes this fic stand out is that it still manages to sneak up on you, that even if you know how this one plays out you dare to hope it might be different. It's also a wonderful examination of "the great apocalyptic love story" that is John/Aeryn through the eyes of one of the many aliens that exist in the background of the Farscape universe, who ends up affected in his own small way by the great saga going on.
Crichton briefly chewed on his thumb. He looked across the shop, not really seeing it. "It's Christmas tomorrow on my homeworld. At least I think it is. I'm not sure if I'm converting a year into a cycle exactly right. But it's close enough. And it gets you thinking, you know. About turkey, rum balls, egg nog, presents, carols. And what's Christmas like without me? Are my sisters coming to my dad's house or is he going to theirs? Do I have any new nieces or nephews? Is Aunt Martha still alive? Do they think about me?
"And after all this time, does my dad go out in the backyard every night, trying to spot me in Farscape 1 with his telescope? And if he doesn't, will he look one more time on Christmas night? 'Cause that's what I'd do if I were him. I'd keep looking until I saw something. Especially on Christmas."
"John." The Luxan's voice boomed from Crichton's communications pin. "You have 10 microts."
Crichton glanced around as if shaking off a spell. Then he handed the sheath to Doole and jogged to the exit, promising to be back the next day with payment. "And thanks for listening, man. I don't usually get so depressing but ... it's Christmas." He grinned, and ran out the door.
Doole watched him wiggle his way through the crowd until he'd disappeared. Then he carried his and Aeryn's gifts to the back room. Doole should've gone right back out to the shop, even though he knew the odds of another customer coming in were pretty slim. Instead, he sat in front of his comm, punching in the code for his own homeworld. Not surprisingly, he felt compelled to send a message to his father whom he hadn't spoken to in a quarter arn. Miri would approve, he thought, as the call went through. It's more like home when family are close, she always said, even if it is by comm.
Go, read, and give CrystalMoon an early Christmas gift by telling her what you thought.
Home for Christmas: A Perfect Gift