crack_van | Blakes7/Farscape (PG)

Title: Tunnel Visions
Pairing: Mostly none, but there's one incidence of... Blake/Jenna Blake/Avon. Sort of.
Author on LJ:

kernezelda
Author Website: None I know of.
Why this must be read:

These two fandoms, you may have noticed, get crossed over a lot, by very good authors who write frequntly in both. This really isn't a coincidence, but a natural concequence of the fact that they have a lot in common, and share a core sensibility of the universe being a bleak and unforgiving place more often than not.

Kernezelda, a gifted author in both fandoms, has here demonstrated just how well these two cosmoses can be married: she takes a bittered, PGP-era Blake who has lost nearly everything, and shows him and us just how much more he has to lose - by throwing him down a wormhole.

What then unfolds is a dazzling series of vigneittes, detailing the various fates in store for Blake, and in turn telling us much more about Blake than the universe itself.

In fact, knowledge of the Farscape universe is not at all required to enjoy this fic. Although it adds a layer of richness to know each of the episodes being homaged/recreated, the setting really serves here the same purpose it served in the early seasons of Farscape itself: a large, bewildering, frightening place for our protagonist to get lost in, suffer trials and confusion, and more often than not get himself killed. Or worse.

Natira's soft lips spread, baring fanged teeth. "Your employer is dead. You failed quite badly, after rising so far."

The words jolt through him, Blake's eye narrowing. "You know me?"

"You are Human," she purrs, and a hand blurs toward him. Sharp-edged fingers slash his cheek into bloody ribbons. Blake shouts and punches forward, forgetting the gun at his privates. Until it's shoved against him. And clicks.

Movement is life, but he can't look away from the quivering tentacles that clash and sway around the alien woman's face. She's no friendly innocent, no philosophical flea, and Blake is frozen in place.

"You're not the first Human I've met," Natira informs him. She licks her fingers clean, one at a time, lapping his blood with savor. "I can't kill that one for what he cost me cycles ago." Her eyes gleam. "You're nobody."

Follow Roj Blake down the rabbit hole, and be sure to tell Kerne how you felt about what you found.

Tunnel Visions