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Stolen by Caper F. Joke (PG-13 to be safe)
Fandom: Farscape
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Author on LJ: none that I know of
Author Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
Terra Firma (mid S4) was a bounty as far as fanfic was concerned. It gave way to a gabillion possibilities and thoughts and the fanfic reflected that.
This story has it's problems, mostly in word choice and grammar and it's a bit overdone in places, but the writer states, in the "Author's Yapping", that it wasn't beta'd. I just accepted that and moved on, hand waving things away as "inner thought" writing which is one of the more slippery slopes in fanfic. The story is worth the occasion wince for what is conveys.
John is on Earth and has never felt more isolated or alone. All he wants is one moment where he can feel 'normal'. A guy, back from a long trip, reacquainting himself with his home. He doesn't get it. He never gets it because that's just not the way his luck runs. However, what if he did? What if he was able to steal time from his life and be that guy, just for a little while. What would he do? This fic answers that question. (Which means it's a situation AU within the canon framework of the episode.)
It's a story about a guy, a girl, a car, and the open road. It's about doing ordinary things and making them count because this is probably the only chance it will happen. It's about need and want overriding logic and fear. It's about the peace of finally giving in. It's about John playing the homefield advantage, hoping his luck will hold, and about Aeryn waiting. It's about love with no good answers and taking advantage of the moments you get.
There are additional parts to this story, but imo, they are not as good as this one. I like where this ends because it leaves them inside their bubble of peace. That place where the real world doesn't exist and they can just be.
Excerpt:
(Note to self: you're here to get lakka.)
(Lighted match to note: screw you.)
(Post-it note on fridge door: lakka keeps the longings at bay.)
(Trash bin to post-it: I know exactly what I want while I'm here messing everyone's existence up. Go the frell away!)
(Memo to self: you're going to regret this. Aeryn's going to regret this more than you'll ever be able to apologize.)
(Heavy black combat boot heel to memo: give me this gift, just this once; let my plan work. I'm home on Earth. It has to work my way... Please...)
But how to get what he wanted without tipping his hand?
Ask her to come. And she'll ask 'why?' Ask her to go for a drive. And Aeryn will ask 'why?' Ask her to go on a road trip to see the country a bit. And she'll ask 'why?'
Aeryn was studiously ignoring him. And no small wonder. He'd turned her off so many times already. But not recently. Not in 1986 when he spoke for that last time to his mother, and Aeryn was there to comfort him. Not when the prefect was murdered and she accepted his hand reaching across the floor to clasp hers; his finger stroking caress to her head. There was always hope.
"There are better things to do on Earth than watch infomercials," he said, his mouth opening before his brain could think.
Aeryn jerked to look at him. Rygel continued to snore.
"It's what's on," she replied.
He locked his gaze on hers, and refused to let go. He could physically feel the acute intensity of her attention. Without a word, not daring to waken Sparky, John slowly began to back up down the hall. He paused, briefly willing her to rise and follow.
And oh god, thank you, she did.
He walked backwards until he reached the unused entrance, and Aeryn followed her face full of questions. Please, no. Don't let her ask. And she remained quiet.
He stopped her a foot in front of his chest by reaching out to gently remove her comms badge. His own was long gone. He nipped it with long fingers, opened a decorative porcelain box on a nearby shelf, and dropped it in, replacing the lid.
His heart heaved with almost painful relief.
Thank you thank you thank you. Free at last! Give me this, these unaccounted moments with Aeryn. Free at last.
John eased open the exit and guided her into the night.
Stolen
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Author on LJ: none that I know of
Author Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
Terra Firma (mid S4) was a bounty as far as fanfic was concerned. It gave way to a gabillion possibilities and thoughts and the fanfic reflected that.
This story has it's problems, mostly in word choice and grammar and it's a bit overdone in places, but the writer states, in the "Author's Yapping", that it wasn't beta'd. I just accepted that and moved on, hand waving things away as "inner thought" writing which is one of the more slippery slopes in fanfic. The story is worth the occasion wince for what is conveys.
John is on Earth and has never felt more isolated or alone. All he wants is one moment where he can feel 'normal'. A guy, back from a long trip, reacquainting himself with his home. He doesn't get it. He never gets it because that's just not the way his luck runs. However, what if he did? What if he was able to steal time from his life and be that guy, just for a little while. What would he do? This fic answers that question. (Which means it's a situation AU within the canon framework of the episode.)
It's a story about a guy, a girl, a car, and the open road. It's about doing ordinary things and making them count because this is probably the only chance it will happen. It's about need and want overriding logic and fear. It's about the peace of finally giving in. It's about John playing the homefield advantage, hoping his luck will hold, and about Aeryn waiting. It's about love with no good answers and taking advantage of the moments you get.
There are additional parts to this story, but imo, they are not as good as this one. I like where this ends because it leaves them inside their bubble of peace. That place where the real world doesn't exist and they can just be.
Excerpt:
(Note to self: you're here to get lakka.)
(Lighted match to note: screw you.)
(Post-it note on fridge door: lakka keeps the longings at bay.)
(Trash bin to post-it: I know exactly what I want while I'm here messing everyone's existence up. Go the frell away!)
(Memo to self: you're going to regret this. Aeryn's going to regret this more than you'll ever be able to apologize.)
(Heavy black combat boot heel to memo: give me this gift, just this once; let my plan work. I'm home on Earth. It has to work my way... Please...)
But how to get what he wanted without tipping his hand?
Ask her to come. And she'll ask 'why?' Ask her to go for a drive. And Aeryn will ask 'why?' Ask her to go on a road trip to see the country a bit. And she'll ask 'why?'
Aeryn was studiously ignoring him. And no small wonder. He'd turned her off so many times already. But not recently. Not in 1986 when he spoke for that last time to his mother, and Aeryn was there to comfort him. Not when the prefect was murdered and she accepted his hand reaching across the floor to clasp hers; his finger stroking caress to her head. There was always hope.
"There are better things to do on Earth than watch infomercials," he said, his mouth opening before his brain could think.
Aeryn jerked to look at him. Rygel continued to snore.
"It's what's on," she replied.
He locked his gaze on hers, and refused to let go. He could physically feel the acute intensity of her attention. Without a word, not daring to waken Sparky, John slowly began to back up down the hall. He paused, briefly willing her to rise and follow.
And oh god, thank you, she did.
He walked backwards until he reached the unused entrance, and Aeryn followed her face full of questions. Please, no. Don't let her ask. And she remained quiet.
He stopped her a foot in front of his chest by reaching out to gently remove her comms badge. His own was long gone. He nipped it with long fingers, opened a decorative porcelain box on a nearby shelf, and dropped it in, replacing the lid.
His heart heaved with almost painful relief.
Thank you thank you thank you. Free at last! Give me this, these unaccounted moments with Aeryn. Free at last.
John eased open the exit and guided her into the night.
Stolen