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crack_van2004-11-07 07:49 pm
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The Fantastic Four by Layton Colt
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: John/D'Argo
Author on LJ: not sure if on LJ
Author Website:
Why this must be read:
I think it was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ixchup who posted the link to this fic on the Kansas board. I took her advice and wandered on over, and found this lovely humorous fic. John first-person POV always draws me like a moth to the flame, and crisp sardonic humour is always welcome at any time. Some nice dialogue and characterisation showcase the author's handle on the story, set as it is after a particularly angsty stage of the Farscape arc.
The Fantastic Four
"You are not going down to that planet. You are still not well."
My mouth fell open in a way it hasn't for over a cycle now. D'Argo had taken my pledge to get through the latest road bump in our relationship to heart far more than usual--meaning, this time he actually had. Ever since I came back from my EVA stint of inner contemplation on Moya's hull, he hasn't left me alone.
Apparently almost killing me affected him more than I first expected.
"Well, I'm not staying up here while you guys have all the fun," I said firmly. He couldn't stop me from going, even if he was bigger--he was working on controlling his rage now, so I was pretty sure he wouldn't slam me into another wall.
D'Argo's eyes softened--it was, quite frankly, a frightening sight to behold. "I will stay with you," he told me, using that same, soft, 'don't have another tantrum, Johnny,' tone that I've become depressingly used to hearing on this ship.
That sealed it. I was going down to that planet if I had to steal D'Argo's OZME rocket to get there.
Pairing: John/D'Argo
Author on LJ: not sure if on LJ
Author Website:
Why this must be read:
I think it was
ixchup who posted the link to this fic on the Kansas board. I took her advice and wandered on over, and found this lovely humorous fic. John first-person POV always draws me like a moth to the flame, and crisp sardonic humour is always welcome at any time. Some nice dialogue and characterisation showcase the author's handle on the story, set as it is after a particularly angsty stage of the Farscape arc.The Fantastic Four
"You are not going down to that planet. You are still not well."
My mouth fell open in a way it hasn't for over a cycle now. D'Argo had taken my pledge to get through the latest road bump in our relationship to heart far more than usual--meaning, this time he actually had. Ever since I came back from my EVA stint of inner contemplation on Moya's hull, he hasn't left me alone.
Apparently almost killing me affected him more than I first expected.
"Well, I'm not staying up here while you guys have all the fun," I said firmly. He couldn't stop me from going, even if he was bigger--he was working on controlling his rage now, so I was pretty sure he wouldn't slam me into another wall.
D'Argo's eyes softened--it was, quite frankly, a frightening sight to behold. "I will stay with you," he told me, using that same, soft, 'don't have another tantrum, Johnny,' tone that I've become depressingly used to hearing on this ship.
That sealed it. I was going down to that planet if I had to steal D'Argo's OZME rocket to get there.