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Altered States by cathy1967 (PG-13)
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ixchup and I’m going to recommend March Farscape stories. This month is John Crichton Hurt/Comfort month. So, here we go.
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Author on LJ:cathy1967
Author Website:Cathy’s Basement
Why this must be read:
Cathy is the supreme ruler of hurt/comfort fiction with the ability to rip your heart out and then fix it. What I love about this story is that it is a take off of the movie Altered States but from Aeryn’s point of view. In addition, Cathy created the geometric pregnancy before Peacekeeper Wars. The story moves fast and hard and there is pain and emotional doubts but the characters stay true to cannon. There is one character death and another very sad incident. But in the end, it is Cathy’s ability to show Aeryn’s “humanity” as well as John’s core of compassion that makes this story ring so true.
The world snapped into focus with vicious validity while images imagined and real rushed down her optic nerves, showing her things she knew could not exist as well as things she knew existed but were too horrible to accept.
The first thing she consciously realized was that this horrible ache, this pulsing under her skin, was not one big thing, but something comprised of many smaller aches. But there were so many of them that it felt like her entire body was covered by one, big bruise.
The second thing she realized was that she was cold. Although the effort of raising her head was nearly beyond her at this point in time, she did it anyway. She could literally feel the tendons in her neck creak with the effort, but she had to know.
With movement came a rise in blood-flow and with that came heightened awareness of her surroundings and the obvious dilemma she now found herself in. She was naked and strapped to a steel table. Her ankles, wrists and chest were locked to the unrelenting surface beneath her and wires and transparent tubes were connected to her just about everywhere.
The movement sent a scream of agony through her and for the briefest of microts she considered giving into it by screaming her head off. But then her training took over and forced her to remain silent. Instead, she settled her now aching head back down on the hard surface beneath her and struggled to regain the breath the pain had stolen.
Slowly, the reality of her situation resurfaced from her previously drugged mind. She had been captured. A little more carefully this time, she raised her head a second time and looked down herself. The light bulge of her stomach was not caused by overfeeding. She was pregnant and these fekkiks had released the embryo from stasis. She also knew that they would not touch her or effectively hurt her until the baby was born. That gave her time. Time to...
She blinked and lowered her head once more. Time to what? There was something nagging at the back of her mind, something urgent, something the drugs had forced her to forget.
Before she could gather her thoughts completely though, she was harshly interrupted by a very base scream of agony from the next room. Suddenly indifferent to her own pains, she raised her head and looked over at the double doors separating her from the thing the drugs had forced her to forget. The thing that returned to her clear as day. She suddenly remembered everything, remembered how it had all started, what had happened since and, most prominently, who was screaming in the next room.
Aggravated beyond compare, she fought the restraints, struggling against them with all her might. As long as they did not touch her, she still had time. She remembered him bucking against the hands holding him, the restraints being slapped on him, his anger almost touchable. Then he had started joking, the fear in his voice very audible. And then the screaming had started. They had driven needles the size of fingers into his arms and legs – needles attached to tubes that fed unknown substances into his body. The screaming came and went. With every change in his body, he found new things to scream about. They were mutating him for whatever purpose, were trying to alter his body and mind with drugs and chemical agents.
And here is the complete story.
Altered States
ixchup and I’m going to recommend March Farscape stories. This month is John Crichton Hurt/Comfort month. So, here we go.Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Author on LJ:
cathy1967Author Website:Cathy’s Basement
Why this must be read:
Cathy is the supreme ruler of hurt/comfort fiction with the ability to rip your heart out and then fix it. What I love about this story is that it is a take off of the movie Altered States but from Aeryn’s point of view. In addition, Cathy created the geometric pregnancy before Peacekeeper Wars. The story moves fast and hard and there is pain and emotional doubts but the characters stay true to cannon. There is one character death and another very sad incident. But in the end, it is Cathy’s ability to show Aeryn’s “humanity” as well as John’s core of compassion that makes this story ring so true.
The world snapped into focus with vicious validity while images imagined and real rushed down her optic nerves, showing her things she knew could not exist as well as things she knew existed but were too horrible to accept.
The first thing she consciously realized was that this horrible ache, this pulsing under her skin, was not one big thing, but something comprised of many smaller aches. But there were so many of them that it felt like her entire body was covered by one, big bruise.
The second thing she realized was that she was cold. Although the effort of raising her head was nearly beyond her at this point in time, she did it anyway. She could literally feel the tendons in her neck creak with the effort, but she had to know.
With movement came a rise in blood-flow and with that came heightened awareness of her surroundings and the obvious dilemma she now found herself in. She was naked and strapped to a steel table. Her ankles, wrists and chest were locked to the unrelenting surface beneath her and wires and transparent tubes were connected to her just about everywhere.
The movement sent a scream of agony through her and for the briefest of microts she considered giving into it by screaming her head off. But then her training took over and forced her to remain silent. Instead, she settled her now aching head back down on the hard surface beneath her and struggled to regain the breath the pain had stolen.
Slowly, the reality of her situation resurfaced from her previously drugged mind. She had been captured. A little more carefully this time, she raised her head a second time and looked down herself. The light bulge of her stomach was not caused by overfeeding. She was pregnant and these fekkiks had released the embryo from stasis. She also knew that they would not touch her or effectively hurt her until the baby was born. That gave her time. Time to...
She blinked and lowered her head once more. Time to what? There was something nagging at the back of her mind, something urgent, something the drugs had forced her to forget.
Before she could gather her thoughts completely though, she was harshly interrupted by a very base scream of agony from the next room. Suddenly indifferent to her own pains, she raised her head and looked over at the double doors separating her from the thing the drugs had forced her to forget. The thing that returned to her clear as day. She suddenly remembered everything, remembered how it had all started, what had happened since and, most prominently, who was screaming in the next room.
Aggravated beyond compare, she fought the restraints, struggling against them with all her might. As long as they did not touch her, she still had time. She remembered him bucking against the hands holding him, the restraints being slapped on him, his anger almost touchable. Then he had started joking, the fear in his voice very audible. And then the screaming had started. They had driven needles the size of fingers into his arms and legs – needles attached to tubes that fed unknown substances into his body. The screaming came and went. With every change in his body, he found new things to scream about. They were mutating him for whatever purpose, were trying to alter his body and mind with drugs and chemical agents.
And here is the complete story.
Altered States