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Human Reactions by Searose (NC-17)
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
searose
Author Website:
Why this must be read:
In Farscape fandom, the temptation to fill in the blanks during "A Human Reaction" seemed to have been irresistable. The sex between John and Aeryn was implied, but not explicit and certainly during the broadcast airing, not even a given.
Searose gave into the temptation, but twisted it ever so slightly so that the encounter and it's aftermath rang true. She poured reality into the fantasy so that Human Reactions is not sweetness and light, not first love, but an encounter that's about attraction and fear, release and escape and the haunting possibility of "what if this really is the end?"
There's hot sex, and harsh language, moments of clarity and understanding bracketed by the real divide between these two alien species, and it's all written in searose's clear, compelling prose. There are also moments of ugliness and the fear that is stamped into these characters as they face potential death on a planet that was supposed to be home and haven and you finish the story hoping that these two can find some commonality.
The characterization is spot on, especially for Season 1. John is losing his innocence as he deals with a betrayal of what, to him was the prize at the end of the rainbow, Earth and the alien girl. Aeryn is remote, chilly but scared, trying to figure out what to do next, wanting something from John, but not knowing what.
From searose's Human Reactions
She was beautiful, but she would never think so. There never would be the time to tell her, and he couldn't imagine why she would ever want to hear it from him. His mind could recall those rare moments when he had coaxed her into relaxation, just enough for her to let her guard down. Not... human, no, that was a lie he tried not to buy into, but something with kinship, something he could recognize.
He wondered how long she would keep up the fighting stance. Forever, until the soldiers of his planet dragged her down. He should be lying to her right now, telling her to calm down because this was his home planet; he could keep them both safe. He should be lying to himself.
There was thunder in the sky, but the rain had slacked to a fine mist. He got to his feet and looked out the open window. The city, the harbor, the water, the sky. He was home, tucked down under the atmosphere in a way only those who have lived above it could ever really sense. Maybe even a bit of uniqueness for having been beyond all others clung to him. Six and a half billion related lives swirled around him, but he may as well have been back on board Moya for the connection he didn't feel.
Movement behind him made his head turn. She was discarding the rest of the flight suit, the gun behind her ankles at the foot of the bed. He watched silently until she sat only in her grey undershirt and black overalls. Her shoulders were slightly slumped, as if she was at lost about what action to take next. Well, he might be worth something now after all.
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Author on LJ:
searoseAuthor Website:
Why this must be read:
In Farscape fandom, the temptation to fill in the blanks during "A Human Reaction" seemed to have been irresistable. The sex between John and Aeryn was implied, but not explicit and certainly during the broadcast airing, not even a given.
Searose gave into the temptation, but twisted it ever so slightly so that the encounter and it's aftermath rang true. She poured reality into the fantasy so that Human Reactions is not sweetness and light, not first love, but an encounter that's about attraction and fear, release and escape and the haunting possibility of "what if this really is the end?"
There's hot sex, and harsh language, moments of clarity and understanding bracketed by the real divide between these two alien species, and it's all written in searose's clear, compelling prose. There are also moments of ugliness and the fear that is stamped into these characters as they face potential death on a planet that was supposed to be home and haven and you finish the story hoping that these two can find some commonality.
The characterization is spot on, especially for Season 1. John is losing his innocence as he deals with a betrayal of what, to him was the prize at the end of the rainbow, Earth and the alien girl. Aeryn is remote, chilly but scared, trying to figure out what to do next, wanting something from John, but not knowing what.
From searose's Human Reactions
She was beautiful, but she would never think so. There never would be the time to tell her, and he couldn't imagine why she would ever want to hear it from him. His mind could recall those rare moments when he had coaxed her into relaxation, just enough for her to let her guard down. Not... human, no, that was a lie he tried not to buy into, but something with kinship, something he could recognize.
He wondered how long she would keep up the fighting stance. Forever, until the soldiers of his planet dragged her down. He should be lying to her right now, telling her to calm down because this was his home planet; he could keep them both safe. He should be lying to himself.
There was thunder in the sky, but the rain had slacked to a fine mist. He got to his feet and looked out the open window. The city, the harbor, the water, the sky. He was home, tucked down under the atmosphere in a way only those who have lived above it could ever really sense. Maybe even a bit of uniqueness for having been beyond all others clung to him. Six and a half billion related lives swirled around him, but he may as well have been back on board Moya for the connection he didn't feel.
Movement behind him made his head turn. She was discarding the rest of the flight suit, the gun behind her ankles at the foot of the bed. He watched silently until she sat only in her grey undershirt and black overalls. Her shoulders were slightly slumped, as if she was at lost about what action to take next. Well, he might be worth something now after all.