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Child of the Night by KernilCrash (R with NC-17 in parts)
Hello I'm FBF and will be driving the van for the next 31 days. I'm going to try and give you a little bit of everything this month, a little pain (okay a lot of pain - it's Farscape folks), a little humor, a little romance, a little porn. I'm going to, for the most part, be driving on some well known roads in honor of the new folks out there just getting into the fandom (waves hi to the nice people), but I will take an unexpected detour or two along the way.
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Author on LJ: n/a
Author Website: Crash Debris
Why this must be read:
First off I want to inform you this link is for the "Director's Cut" version of this piece. If you want to read the originial as it was posted on Kansas go here and start with parts 1&2, or you can just read the Director's Cut version.
Now for the why. It's good. Really, really good. It has a little bit of everything in it, humor, torture, mental angst, love, sex, friendship. It takes place sometime later and the events of S4 did not happen in this universe. IMO Crash is a popular writer in this fandom for two reasons, she is good at it and the way she writes is easily accessible to the masses. This is a great, fun, at times painful, and easy read. She sucks you into the story and makes you want to know what happens. FYI it does contain minor spoilers for the first three seasons, just so you are warned.
“Kelvo Fourteen,” the captain said, looking at the frozen indicator. “I’m sorry we were too late.”
Aeryn looked dry-eyed at Crichton’s body, shock keeping her unnaturally calm. “He’s still alive. I want
to get him out of here and back to our ship. He survived Kelvo Ten before, he’ll make it through this.”
The mercenary officer shook his head. “You’re better off letting us put him out of his misery right now.
I’d be willing to do it for you if you like.” When both D’Argo and Aeryn shook their heads he signaled to
his medical staff. They moved forward and began releasing the straps that were holding Crichton
down on the metal table. “This isn’t the same as induced delusions …”
“We are NOT LEAVING HIM!” D’Argo bellowed. The officer raised his hands in a placating gesture.
He’d seen luxan hyper-rage on two occasions, and he spoke quickly, trying to calm this one down
before it was too late.
“Ka D’Argo.” He was working hard to put emphasis into his words while still trying to placate the angry
warrior. “This was direct nerve induction, not that brainwave gadget they use, and this never leaves
much of the victim intact. I’ve never …” He paused, trying to impress something on them. “I’ve never
seen anyone survive Kelvo Ten, let alone Fourteen. He’s insane, crippled, or both. You’d be doing
him a favor if you kill him.”
Aeryn turned on him this time, “We said ‘NO’! We’re taking him back and we’ll get him whatever help
he needs to recover.” He took one step away from the anger in her eyes, not understanding the
vehemence in her outburst, not familiar with their passionate concern over a single fighter.
“In that case, my people will help you get him out of here and transport him back to your ship.” He
switched on his headset in order to issue commands to someone outside the building, and within
several microts four of his men appeared carrying a stretcher. They waited patiently while the
medtechs finished removing the electrodes that had been fastened to Crichton’s body and released
the last of the wide straps holding him down.
The last latch was pulled loose, the strap eased away from his throat, and the tech rolled Crichton’s
head to lie nervelessly to one side. Aeryn moved forward just in time to see a line of spittle run from
his mouth and drip to the surface beneath him. There was blood running from his ears and nose, the
slow crimson drops adding a heavy counterpoint to the delicate spray already drying on the table. The
coppery tang was undetectable, masked by the acrid stench of urine and vomit that she’d been able to
smell from the moment they had burst into the room. That overwhelming odor struck deep into her
subconscious, telling her more about what had transpired here than the pale, virtually unmarked body
laying before her.
She tried to focus on something else to draw her attention away from the images springing to life in
her mind, but she reverted to gazing at the table’s finely applied patterns of flung droplets,
unconsciously gauging the force required to separate viscous liquids into an almost vaporized state.
The straps would have made it hard to snap the blood and sweat free like that. It would have
demanded either a great deal of strength or a spastic frenzy to create that artwork. Aeryn started to
shake, no longer capable of maintaining her rigid self-control.
And that happens just in the first couple of pages.
Child of the Night
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Author on LJ: n/a
Author Website: Crash Debris
Why this must be read:
First off I want to inform you this link is for the "Director's Cut" version of this piece. If you want to read the originial as it was posted on Kansas go here and start with parts 1&2, or you can just read the Director's Cut version.
Now for the why. It's good. Really, really good. It has a little bit of everything in it, humor, torture, mental angst, love, sex, friendship. It takes place sometime later and the events of S4 did not happen in this universe. IMO Crash is a popular writer in this fandom for two reasons, she is good at it and the way she writes is easily accessible to the masses. This is a great, fun, at times painful, and easy read. She sucks you into the story and makes you want to know what happens. FYI it does contain minor spoilers for the first three seasons, just so you are warned.
“Kelvo Fourteen,” the captain said, looking at the frozen indicator. “I’m sorry we were too late.”
Aeryn looked dry-eyed at Crichton’s body, shock keeping her unnaturally calm. “He’s still alive. I want
to get him out of here and back to our ship. He survived Kelvo Ten before, he’ll make it through this.”
The mercenary officer shook his head. “You’re better off letting us put him out of his misery right now.
I’d be willing to do it for you if you like.” When both D’Argo and Aeryn shook their heads he signaled to
his medical staff. They moved forward and began releasing the straps that were holding Crichton
down on the metal table. “This isn’t the same as induced delusions …”
“We are NOT LEAVING HIM!” D’Argo bellowed. The officer raised his hands in a placating gesture.
He’d seen luxan hyper-rage on two occasions, and he spoke quickly, trying to calm this one down
before it was too late.
“Ka D’Argo.” He was working hard to put emphasis into his words while still trying to placate the angry
warrior. “This was direct nerve induction, not that brainwave gadget they use, and this never leaves
much of the victim intact. I’ve never …” He paused, trying to impress something on them. “I’ve never
seen anyone survive Kelvo Ten, let alone Fourteen. He’s insane, crippled, or both. You’d be doing
him a favor if you kill him.”
Aeryn turned on him this time, “We said ‘NO’! We’re taking him back and we’ll get him whatever help
he needs to recover.” He took one step away from the anger in her eyes, not understanding the
vehemence in her outburst, not familiar with their passionate concern over a single fighter.
“In that case, my people will help you get him out of here and transport him back to your ship.” He
switched on his headset in order to issue commands to someone outside the building, and within
several microts four of his men appeared carrying a stretcher. They waited patiently while the
medtechs finished removing the electrodes that had been fastened to Crichton’s body and released
the last of the wide straps holding him down.
The last latch was pulled loose, the strap eased away from his throat, and the tech rolled Crichton’s
head to lie nervelessly to one side. Aeryn moved forward just in time to see a line of spittle run from
his mouth and drip to the surface beneath him. There was blood running from his ears and nose, the
slow crimson drops adding a heavy counterpoint to the delicate spray already drying on the table. The
coppery tang was undetectable, masked by the acrid stench of urine and vomit that she’d been able to
smell from the moment they had burst into the room. That overwhelming odor struck deep into her
subconscious, telling her more about what had transpired here than the pale, virtually unmarked body
laying before her.
She tried to focus on something else to draw her attention away from the images springing to life in
her mind, but she reverted to gazing at the table’s finely applied patterns of flung droplets,
unconsciously gauging the force required to separate viscous liquids into an almost vaporized state.
The straps would have made it hard to snap the blood and sweat free like that. It would have
demanded either a great deal of strength or a spastic frenzy to create that artwork. Aeryn started to
shake, no longer capable of maintaining her rigid self-control.
And that happens just in the first couple of pages.
Child of the Night