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The Delitescent Doorway, by Analise (R)
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: John Crichton, Aeryn Sun, original character
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: http://myscape.50megs.com
Why this must be read:
Analise has created a marvelous original character who is the key to this AU, Earth-based fic's storyline. It is well-plotted and fast-paced, with great tenderness amidst ever-increasing danger, and angst that is heartfelt but not overdone. The ending keeps in mind that the reader will have become greatly attached to the characters, and adheres to Farscape's thematic tradition of never abandoning hope.
My eyes were drawn to an older man standing at the far window, staring out at the leaves swirling in the rising breeze. His white Patient garments hung off him, his limbs thin.
It was my favorite window he stood at. You could just see the tops of the bridge towers over the treetops, and every once in a while, the flag on the mast of a passing sailboat going down to sea for a day of recreation. I had spent many hours perched on the sill, waiting to catch a glimpse of those boats, always distantly curious about the lives that were passing by just beyond my sight.
I moved to stand quietly next to the white-clad man, staring out at the river, now slightly visible as a distant sparkle through the baring limbs of the trees. I could just see my reflection on the inside of the glass, faint, like the ghost I was. Slender features, long wavy dark hair pulled into a clip, my features a pale mask. I'd been called pretty, even beautiful. I had also been called cold. Unfeeling. Freak and demon.
I could see my erstwhile companion's image too, possibly in his late 40s or early 50s, a glimmer of the handsome man he had once been and still was shining through. His eyes were fixed forward, unblinking.
Some form of catatonia. I had no doubt that if I waved my hand in front of his face, he would not follow it. Strangely, I felt a part of me actually wondering what was wrong with him. How had he gotten here? How long had he been here? Why was he locked away from society, kept from the public? But I knew already, before the thoughts completed themselves, that these were questions that would not be answered.
'Don't Ask'.
This place was nicknamed The Shadow Base for a reason and the lost souls here had no identities. Maybe that was why I didn't either.
But I was still a human being. I couldn't resist gently touching his hand.
He did not move or acknowledge me in any way, and I scoffed gently at myself for reaching out at all. With a silent sigh, I turned back to the view. Outside I could see my flock of starlings still clustered along the phone lines. I could still feel each of their little bird hearts pattering rapidly in my memory from when I had frozen the weaves of space and time that surrounded them. For a moment I wondered if I could do more than stop it. Perhaps I could speed it up, watch the rest of my life on fast-forward so I wouldn't have to endure living it.
I was watching the birds jabber and chatter to each other and I missed the tiny movement in my companion's reflection as his eyes flicked to the right. Looked at me.
It was only when a grip like iron clamped around my wrist that I jerked back away from the window, adrenaline surging through me in a cold flood. He was staring at me face-on, eyes as intensely blue as my own, only lighter. Like the cerulean palette of an iceberg.
"Erin?"
I found myself unable to speak under the intensity of his stare, a myriad of powerful and unfamiliar emotions buffeting me with the audacity of a crowd of children vying for attention. He looked... I couldn't describe what I saw when he looked at me, but shivers ran up and down my spine. My nerves were buzzing, my head reeling. Somehow, somehow this man had touched something in me.
For the first time in my life, I felt something welling up inside. Something too strong, too all-encompassing to express.
And just like that, everything changed.
The Delitescent Doorway
Pairing: John Crichton, Aeryn Sun, original character
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: http://myscape.50megs.com
Why this must be read:
Analise has created a marvelous original character who is the key to this AU, Earth-based fic's storyline. It is well-plotted and fast-paced, with great tenderness amidst ever-increasing danger, and angst that is heartfelt but not overdone. The ending keeps in mind that the reader will have become greatly attached to the characters, and adheres to Farscape's thematic tradition of never abandoning hope.
My eyes were drawn to an older man standing at the far window, staring out at the leaves swirling in the rising breeze. His white Patient garments hung off him, his limbs thin.
It was my favorite window he stood at. You could just see the tops of the bridge towers over the treetops, and every once in a while, the flag on the mast of a passing sailboat going down to sea for a day of recreation. I had spent many hours perched on the sill, waiting to catch a glimpse of those boats, always distantly curious about the lives that were passing by just beyond my sight.
I moved to stand quietly next to the white-clad man, staring out at the river, now slightly visible as a distant sparkle through the baring limbs of the trees. I could just see my reflection on the inside of the glass, faint, like the ghost I was. Slender features, long wavy dark hair pulled into a clip, my features a pale mask. I'd been called pretty, even beautiful. I had also been called cold. Unfeeling. Freak and demon.
I could see my erstwhile companion's image too, possibly in his late 40s or early 50s, a glimmer of the handsome man he had once been and still was shining through. His eyes were fixed forward, unblinking.
Some form of catatonia. I had no doubt that if I waved my hand in front of his face, he would not follow it. Strangely, I felt a part of me actually wondering what was wrong with him. How had he gotten here? How long had he been here? Why was he locked away from society, kept from the public? But I knew already, before the thoughts completed themselves, that these were questions that would not be answered.
'Don't Ask'.
This place was nicknamed The Shadow Base for a reason and the lost souls here had no identities. Maybe that was why I didn't either.
But I was still a human being. I couldn't resist gently touching his hand.
He did not move or acknowledge me in any way, and I scoffed gently at myself for reaching out at all. With a silent sigh, I turned back to the view. Outside I could see my flock of starlings still clustered along the phone lines. I could still feel each of their little bird hearts pattering rapidly in my memory from when I had frozen the weaves of space and time that surrounded them. For a moment I wondered if I could do more than stop it. Perhaps I could speed it up, watch the rest of my life on fast-forward so I wouldn't have to endure living it.
I was watching the birds jabber and chatter to each other and I missed the tiny movement in my companion's reflection as his eyes flicked to the right. Looked at me.
It was only when a grip like iron clamped around my wrist that I jerked back away from the window, adrenaline surging through me in a cold flood. He was staring at me face-on, eyes as intensely blue as my own, only lighter. Like the cerulean palette of an iceberg.
"Erin?"
I found myself unable to speak under the intensity of his stare, a myriad of powerful and unfamiliar emotions buffeting me with the audacity of a crowd of children vying for attention. He looked... I couldn't describe what I saw when he looked at me, but shivers ran up and down my spine. My nerves were buzzing, my head reeling. Somehow, somehow this man had touched something in me.
For the first time in my life, I felt something welling up inside. Something too strong, too all-encompassing to express.
And just like that, everything changed.
The Delitescent Doorway