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hobsonphile.livejournal.com) wrote in
crack_van2004-10-22 11:35 am
In the Market by Nico (G)
Title: In the Market
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Author: Nico
Author on LJ:
vilakins
Author's Website: Breaking Orbit
Pairing: Stark&John
Why this must be read:
Okay. There were so many wonderful stories that came out of
astrogirl2's recent Starkathon, but I just can't resist plugging this one as my personal favorite. *g* Stark&John is my One True Friendship to end all One True Friendships, and they are just so utterly cute together here.
vilakins's sense of humor is absolutely wonderful, and the voices are spot-on.
*****
At first Crichton thought it was another Banik displayed on the slave stall. He shook his head to clear it in the hopes that he was seeing things. "Man, Stark. What the frell are you doing there?" He then caught sight of his companion and took a step back. "Whoa, Cthulhu! Taking a break from enslaving the lesser races? Isn't this slumming it a bit?"
"My name is Kerendip, sir," the creature next to Stark said, politely. "And I'm a slave myself so I couldn't do any actual enslaving."
"Stop fooling around, Crichton, and get me out of here!" Stark pulled frantically at his chains, then slumped in defeat.
"C'mon, don't go all Banik-depressive on me here. Look, I'll buy you."
This didn't make Stark feel much better; his head sank lower. Crichton looked at the sign overhead.
SRABBA'S SUPERIOR SLAVES
Hand-written on a board nailed underneath was:
Today's special: Banik Stykera.
Highly recommended for the discerning funeral home or hospice.
In the Market
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Author: Nico
Author on LJ:
Author's Website: Breaking Orbit
Pairing: Stark&John
Why this must be read:
Okay. There were so many wonderful stories that came out of
At first Crichton thought it was another Banik displayed on the slave stall. He shook his head to clear it in the hopes that he was seeing things. "Man, Stark. What the frell are you doing there?" He then caught sight of his companion and took a step back. "Whoa, Cthulhu! Taking a break from enslaving the lesser races? Isn't this slumming it a bit?"
"My name is Kerendip, sir," the creature next to Stark said, politely. "And I'm a slave myself so I couldn't do any actual enslaving."
"Stop fooling around, Crichton, and get me out of here!" Stark pulled frantically at his chains, then slumped in defeat.
"C'mon, don't go all Banik-depressive on me here. Look, I'll buy you."
This didn't make Stark feel much better; his head sank lower. Crichton looked at the sign overhead.
Hand-written on a board nailed underneath was:
Highly recommended for the discerning funeral home or hospice.
In the Market
