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A Rumpus, A Ruckus, and Sancho Panza to the Rescue by Searose (PG-13)
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: ensemble cast
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searose
Author Website: none
Why this must be read:
The fourth season finale of Farscape left viewers shell-shocked and/or wailing. Between that episode--which aired nearly two years ago--and the highly-anticipated miniseries Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars that is coming to the Sci-Fi channel on Oct.17-18, some of the best authors in Farscape fandom have picked up the storyline and run amok in AU /futurefic.
Searose's fabulous tale begins the very moment after the tag scene of episode 4.22, Bad Timing. In it, she weaves a complex (and complicated, like all Farscapean plans) adventure that juggles over a dozen canon and original characters in a tightly-paced plot that builds momentum like a juggernaut, careening inevitably toward the nail-biting climax. And then she throws in a brilliant, unexpected twist that absolutely makes a reader's hair stand on end.
Noranti draped herself over John and waited. The blast wasn't much, though the explosion belatedly caused the side wall to crumble even further. When she raised her head, she saw the ground outside. Their exit, or not.
"John Crichton," she croaked through the smoke, dust and water vapor. Kneeling, she grabbed him by the back of his neck, hauling him up from the floor with her free hand catching him under his chin.
"What?" The last thing, he had been on that boat, with Aeryn, and then from the sky - had it been real?
"Listen to me."
"Sure." His voice was slurry, and it hurt to breathe this bad air, but he could look around a bit. There was Stark, shaking Aeryn who didn't have any clothes on. Okay, this was bad. No, this was good, because Aeryn was starting to fuss like hell. Speaking of clothes -
"I have failed you," Noranti whispered, but then brightened with, "And I shall do better."
"That's nice," John hedged. Naked, no gun, and was the roof starting to fall in? He needed to get Aeryn out of here, but Noranti wouldn't let him loose. Hold the phone, hadn't he just been dead, again? It was harder than usual to remember.
"John." Dear god, he'd died and gone straight to hell; that was Scorpius, somewhere. Or Harvey? Harvey?
"There's a coin in the air," Noranti suggested sadly, "Take it back before it falls. I'll be alright."
There was a coin at the bottom of an ocean, though he wasn't sure how he knew that. Noranti. Crazy. Check one in the `as usual' column.
"John, stop." That voice, again, the one he wasn't going to hear in the Real World for the rest of his life. Oh, he needed to get out of here.
Aeryn struggled. Someone was trying to pick her up. That just didn't happen. Her blow, weak and untargeted, rang off some kind of metal plate. And someone was trying to block the next attempt.
"Aeryn, we've got to go. You've got to let me help you," Stark implored, at a loss and almost in a panic as he noted Scorpius' angry expression across the room. "Crichton, get up!"
Rygel, dodging some ceiling material falling down on the job, had endured enough. He was a Dominar, not some frelling infantry grot. "I'm going for the pod, Stark! Be there!" With that, he zipped through the wall's breach, shaking debris from his head and shoulders as he arched over the compound.
"A making of amends," Noranti continued, stretching out in communion, "Your chance to take it all back." Her third eye ached as it cried bitter tears.
There was a coin in the air, and John could see it, caught between a rise and a fall. And he could see Aeryn, and there was just so much pain in her eyes. So much pain, and he couldn't make it better, and he was going to lose everything. Again.
A Rumpus, A Ruckus, and Sancho Panza to the Rescue
Pairing: ensemble cast
Author on LJ:
searose Author Website: none
Why this must be read:
The fourth season finale of Farscape left viewers shell-shocked and/or wailing. Between that episode--which aired nearly two years ago--and the highly-anticipated miniseries Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars that is coming to the Sci-Fi channel on Oct.17-18, some of the best authors in Farscape fandom have picked up the storyline and run amok in AU /futurefic.
Searose's fabulous tale begins the very moment after the tag scene of episode 4.22, Bad Timing. In it, she weaves a complex (and complicated, like all Farscapean plans) adventure that juggles over a dozen canon and original characters in a tightly-paced plot that builds momentum like a juggernaut, careening inevitably toward the nail-biting climax. And then she throws in a brilliant, unexpected twist that absolutely makes a reader's hair stand on end.
Noranti draped herself over John and waited. The blast wasn't much, though the explosion belatedly caused the side wall to crumble even further. When she raised her head, she saw the ground outside. Their exit, or not.
"John Crichton," she croaked through the smoke, dust and water vapor. Kneeling, she grabbed him by the back of his neck, hauling him up from the floor with her free hand catching him under his chin.
"What?" The last thing, he had been on that boat, with Aeryn, and then from the sky - had it been real?
"Listen to me."
"Sure." His voice was slurry, and it hurt to breathe this bad air, but he could look around a bit. There was Stark, shaking Aeryn who didn't have any clothes on. Okay, this was bad. No, this was good, because Aeryn was starting to fuss like hell. Speaking of clothes -
"I have failed you," Noranti whispered, but then brightened with, "And I shall do better."
"That's nice," John hedged. Naked, no gun, and was the roof starting to fall in? He needed to get Aeryn out of here, but Noranti wouldn't let him loose. Hold the phone, hadn't he just been dead, again? It was harder than usual to remember.
"John." Dear god, he'd died and gone straight to hell; that was Scorpius, somewhere. Or Harvey? Harvey?
"There's a coin in the air," Noranti suggested sadly, "Take it back before it falls. I'll be alright."
There was a coin at the bottom of an ocean, though he wasn't sure how he knew that. Noranti. Crazy. Check one in the `as usual' column.
"John, stop." That voice, again, the one he wasn't going to hear in the Real World for the rest of his life. Oh, he needed to get out of here.
Aeryn struggled. Someone was trying to pick her up. That just didn't happen. Her blow, weak and untargeted, rang off some kind of metal plate. And someone was trying to block the next attempt.
"Aeryn, we've got to go. You've got to let me help you," Stark implored, at a loss and almost in a panic as he noted Scorpius' angry expression across the room. "Crichton, get up!"
Rygel, dodging some ceiling material falling down on the job, had endured enough. He was a Dominar, not some frelling infantry grot. "I'm going for the pod, Stark! Be there!" With that, he zipped through the wall's breach, shaking debris from his head and shoulders as he arched over the compound.
"A making of amends," Noranti continued, stretching out in communion, "Your chance to take it all back." Her third eye ached as it cried bitter tears.
There was a coin in the air, and John could see it, caught between a rise and a fall. And he could see Aeryn, and there was just so much pain in her eyes. So much pain, and he couldn't make it better, and he was going to lose everything. Again.
A Rumpus, A Ruckus, and Sancho Panza to the Rescue