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Going Fishing by Kernezelda (PG)
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: Aeryn Sun/John Crichton
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kernezelda
Author Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
During four seasons and the Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars miniseries, John Crichton is forced to continually rethink everything he'd held as truth, including his vision of himself as a decent Human being. The power of wormholes, and what he's done to prevent that knowledge from being exploited as the ultimate weapon of mass destruction, haunts his every waking moment--tagging along at his heels like a cocker spaniel, underfoot.
Crichton's solace and justification for his actions lie in his love for Aeryn Sun, and hers for him; but even despite this obsession, he's only ever one small step away from madness. Kernezelda's fic explores what happens when Crichton reaches his breaking point, when redemption is denied and what's held him together--the promise of a future and family with Aeryn--abruptly shatters.
John's daughter has Aeryn's grey eyes this time. She patters toward Aeryn on bare feet, laughing with her father's mouth as she raises her arms to be picked up.
Aeryn stiffly lifts the child to her hip. She looks down the hall and meets John's smiling gaze. She forces her features to soften, her lips to curve. John sweeps them into an embrace, his face unscarred, his hair as thick and long as the first time she'd seen him. In this Human house, cream-colored and rife with sunlight, he wears Earth clothes, short pants and a loose shirt. No weapons, no leather, no hard lines in a wary, closed face.
A flash of black behind John catches Aeryn's attention. The neural clone waves a languid hand as he crosses the hallway toward the back door and the pool. Aeryn frowns. She gently twists out of John's warm hug and sets his child on the floor. Olivia, or perhaps this time it's Ruth, dashes away, one chubby hand clutching a small model Prowler. Toothmarks indent the edges of its raking wings.
"John, let's go outside."
"Sure, babe, anything you want." He takes her hand, never losing that white grin, and tugs her after him, opening the door for her and whacking her lightly on the rump as she steps past. Aeryn bites her lip at the casual intimacy. It's been so long...
Thick-trunked trees and tall hedges block the suburban backyard from its neighbors; just beyond the back fence, a gentle tide laps at grassy banks. The gate is always closed; Livvy, or Ruth or Marix is forbidden to open it. The little girl is playing near the pool at the moment, absorbed by Harvey's finger puppets. She weaves her Prowler past a toy Human and a red-robed Luxan hanging by threads from a large golden ball.
Aeryn turns away quickly. She holds John's hand, her grip growing moist as they approach the back gate. His brow begins to crease, and his steps slow. Aeryn closes her eyes. "Come along," she says, voice light, encouraging. "There is a picnic lunch at the end of the pier." Harvey can't coax him out there; they learned that early on. But he'll go with Aeryn.
Going Fishing
Pairing: Aeryn Sun/John Crichton
Author on LJ:
kernezelda Author Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
During four seasons and the Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars miniseries, John Crichton is forced to continually rethink everything he'd held as truth, including his vision of himself as a decent Human being. The power of wormholes, and what he's done to prevent that knowledge from being exploited as the ultimate weapon of mass destruction, haunts his every waking moment--tagging along at his heels like a cocker spaniel, underfoot.
Crichton's solace and justification for his actions lie in his love for Aeryn Sun, and hers for him; but even despite this obsession, he's only ever one small step away from madness. Kernezelda's fic explores what happens when Crichton reaches his breaking point, when redemption is denied and what's held him together--the promise of a future and family with Aeryn--abruptly shatters.
John's daughter has Aeryn's grey eyes this time. She patters toward Aeryn on bare feet, laughing with her father's mouth as she raises her arms to be picked up.
Aeryn stiffly lifts the child to her hip. She looks down the hall and meets John's smiling gaze. She forces her features to soften, her lips to curve. John sweeps them into an embrace, his face unscarred, his hair as thick and long as the first time she'd seen him. In this Human house, cream-colored and rife with sunlight, he wears Earth clothes, short pants and a loose shirt. No weapons, no leather, no hard lines in a wary, closed face.
A flash of black behind John catches Aeryn's attention. The neural clone waves a languid hand as he crosses the hallway toward the back door and the pool. Aeryn frowns. She gently twists out of John's warm hug and sets his child on the floor. Olivia, or perhaps this time it's Ruth, dashes away, one chubby hand clutching a small model Prowler. Toothmarks indent the edges of its raking wings.
"John, let's go outside."
"Sure, babe, anything you want." He takes her hand, never losing that white grin, and tugs her after him, opening the door for her and whacking her lightly on the rump as she steps past. Aeryn bites her lip at the casual intimacy. It's been so long...
Thick-trunked trees and tall hedges block the suburban backyard from its neighbors; just beyond the back fence, a gentle tide laps at grassy banks. The gate is always closed; Livvy, or Ruth or Marix is forbidden to open it. The little girl is playing near the pool at the moment, absorbed by Harvey's finger puppets. She weaves her Prowler past a toy Human and a red-robed Luxan hanging by threads from a large golden ball.
Aeryn turns away quickly. She holds John's hand, her grip growing moist as they approach the back gate. His brow begins to crease, and his steps slow. Aeryn closes her eyes. "Come along," she says, voice light, encouraging. "There is a picnic lunch at the end of the pier." Harvey can't coax him out there; they learned that early on. But he'll go with Aeryn.
Going Fishing