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Caught Between Wind and Water by Izzy (PG)
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: nothing outside the show
Author on LJ: n/a
Author Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
It's canon that the Moyans often had to deal with dwindling to non-existent food stores; a detail that many fanfic writers used to their advantage to great effect. The same is true for Izzy's story. "Caught Between Wind and Water" is a fluid ensemble piece set after Season of Death, and while the world building is interesting, I think the strength of this story lies in its characterizations, the familiarity of the crew we've all come to know and love. It feels like early season three, and in my opinion worth the read.
The first thing that Aeryn had noticed about the planet was that what dry land existed was split into a series of islands, each one made up of hills. There was very little flat land anywhere and she had found it quite difficult to find a place to land the transport. Each island seemed to be covered in trees and other vegetation, making it difficult to see for any distance once on the ground and she had to walk to the top of one of the hills to get a better look at her surroundings.
The heat from the sun was enough to make her sweat but posed no danger at its current strength; she would ask Pilot later to work out how hot it could get. Sitting on a large rock, she surveyed the scene before her. Every direction she looked she saw blue and green; water, sky and plants. There were trees bearing fruit everywhere. She had seen many birds, although none large enough for eating, and in spite of the fact she had seen no other animals, given the habitat, she felt sure that some were present.
She was surprised to find that, even after she had completed her assessment of her surroundings, she was reluctant to move. She rarely got the time to sit by herself and do nothing. She rarely wanted to. There was always something to repair on Moya, or some danger to fight or escape or avoid. But it was really very pleasant here. Peaceful. She closed her eyes and lifted her head towards the sun, enjoying its warmth. It hadn't been that long ago that she thought that she would never feel warm again; thought that she would never feel anything again. But yet here she was. Alive. Because Crichton loved her. Because she loved him. Because, knowing this, Zhaan had chosen to make the ultimate sacrifice. Most days Aeryn wished that her friend had chosen differently.
She sighed; her peace destroyed. She spoke into her com. "Crichton."
"Aeryn, yeah. Everything OK down there?"
"Yes. It looks promising. I'm going to bring some fruit and water back with me now for testing. I haven't seen any other food source, but I'm sure that there must be edible animal life here."
"Alright. Bring back some soil samples with you and some leaves and stuff too."
A pause. "What did Stark say?"
Crichton sighed. "I don't think he knows exactly what he's looking for. And with Zhaan so weak right now, he's not getting too much help. Examining those samples might help though." He closed his eyes and pictured the disappointed expression that he knew would be on her face now. It matched his own. "We'll see you soon." He said softly.
Caught Between Wind and Water
Pairing: nothing outside the show
Author on LJ: n/a
Author Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
It's canon that the Moyans often had to deal with dwindling to non-existent food stores; a detail that many fanfic writers used to their advantage to great effect. The same is true for Izzy's story. "Caught Between Wind and Water" is a fluid ensemble piece set after Season of Death, and while the world building is interesting, I think the strength of this story lies in its characterizations, the familiarity of the crew we've all come to know and love. It feels like early season three, and in my opinion worth the read.
The first thing that Aeryn had noticed about the planet was that what dry land existed was split into a series of islands, each one made up of hills. There was very little flat land anywhere and she had found it quite difficult to find a place to land the transport. Each island seemed to be covered in trees and other vegetation, making it difficult to see for any distance once on the ground and she had to walk to the top of one of the hills to get a better look at her surroundings.
The heat from the sun was enough to make her sweat but posed no danger at its current strength; she would ask Pilot later to work out how hot it could get. Sitting on a large rock, she surveyed the scene before her. Every direction she looked she saw blue and green; water, sky and plants. There were trees bearing fruit everywhere. She had seen many birds, although none large enough for eating, and in spite of the fact she had seen no other animals, given the habitat, she felt sure that some were present.
She was surprised to find that, even after she had completed her assessment of her surroundings, she was reluctant to move. She rarely got the time to sit by herself and do nothing. She rarely wanted to. There was always something to repair on Moya, or some danger to fight or escape or avoid. But it was really very pleasant here. Peaceful. She closed her eyes and lifted her head towards the sun, enjoying its warmth. It hadn't been that long ago that she thought that she would never feel warm again; thought that she would never feel anything again. But yet here she was. Alive. Because Crichton loved her. Because she loved him. Because, knowing this, Zhaan had chosen to make the ultimate sacrifice. Most days Aeryn wished that her friend had chosen differently.
She sighed; her peace destroyed. She spoke into her com. "Crichton."
"Aeryn, yeah. Everything OK down there?"
"Yes. It looks promising. I'm going to bring some fruit and water back with me now for testing. I haven't seen any other food source, but I'm sure that there must be edible animal life here."
"Alright. Bring back some soil samples with you and some leaves and stuff too."
A pause. "What did Stark say?"
Crichton sighed. "I don't think he knows exactly what he's looking for. And with Zhaan so weak right now, he's not getting too much help. Examining those samples might help though." He closed his eyes and pictured the disappointed expression that he knew would be on her face now. It matched his own. "We'll see you soon." He said softly.
Caught Between Wind and Water