Fan Fic by CUL8R

Zaahn was meditating, in the nude, as she always did. D'Argo was cleaning his qualta blade. Chiana was roaming the tiers, looking for mischief, Rygel was trying yet again to paint a self-portarit, Crichton was tinkering with his module, and Aeryn…

She sat on her bed, hugging her knees and sighing. Her long dark hair spilled down across her arms and partly covered her face. She buried her face in her knees, and closed her eyes. She hated the peace. She could never feel safe, sitting by herself in silence. She tilted her head back against the wall and swept her hair awy and over her shoulder. She looked up at the ceiling - the same ceiling she looked up at every night. She hated the dark shades of brown and red that swirled around the ceiling, but they had often kept her mind preoccupied, she would lay in bed and trace the patterns with her eyes, slowly mapping the ceiling. She knew it off by heart now, and that's why she hated it, she needed something new to preoccupy her mind. Her room was pretty much featureless. She heaved a long sigh and collapsed down onto the bed. The creamy sheets rippled out beneath her as the air was pushed away from between the sheets and her body. Her hair fanned out across the bed and draped down the side. She could feel her hair slowly sliding over the edge of the bed. Before her hair had a chance to settle, she tossed her self over to lay on her other side. She unconsciously lay in the recovery position, which John would have recognised. She lay, staring blankly at the wall. Frell this, I need something to do! She thought to herself and turned over again to look at the ceiling. She lay on her back and stroked her smooth cold stomach, between her short tight black top and her black trousers. Her icy fingertips ran smoothly back and forth as she searched her mind for an activity to pass the time.

"Right, that's it!" she said with frustration, and as she jumped from the bed and walked out of the room, she thought Hmm, I just talked to myself - that's not a good sign.

She walked down the corridors, not knowing where she was going, but knowing that she was looking for company. Pilot, I'll visit Pilot! She thought to herself as a small smile spread across her lips. The smile faded as she realised that she didn't really have anything to talk about with him. She sighed, and decided to go see him anyway.

"… wherever you may be, dream a little dream of me…" John sang quietly as he remembered his talk with Zaahn. He felt warm, thinking about Zaahn, there's a friend I can rely on. He thought about what a good friend she was, he thought about how he was gaining the friendship and trust of everyone on board, well almost. He slid out of Farscape 1 and stood before it. But you're one of my best friends, he thought, looking lovingly onto his module and patting it. He laughed a little, laughing at himself, laughing at his thoughts and actions. He then sighed, everything was so quiet and relaxed, it was strange. Moya was never this peaceful. John still stood infront of his module, deep in thought, when he heard footsteps echoing towards him. He recognised the sound, too light to be D'Argo and too heavy to be Zaahn or Chiana.

"Hey, Aeryn!" he yelled out, and she seemed to snap out of a trance. She scowled at him for breaking her train of thought, but she was relieved by the distraction. John was a good distraction from her thoughts, but then he would provoke more unseatling thoughts, and try to make her talk about them as well! He walked towards her, with a certain joy in his step. He was beaming a smile as he asked her

"How ya doin'?"

Always asking me about emotions! So typical! This must be a human thing, because he always does it like no one ever has before, no one I ever met…

"I'm fine." She answered as she kept on walking and he began to follow.

"Where ya goin'?" He asked, following her like a sheep, he had nothing better to do.

She was going to answer him, but then she realised she didn't really know. She stopped walking and looked at him seriously, as if she were going to say something very important, but then she stopped herself and asked

"Where are you going?"

"I dunno, just following you."

"Well… I don't know where I'm going."

John was a little puzzled, is she lost? She means she's just wandering, don't she?

"Oh."

They carried on walking and after a while of silence (apart from the echoing footfalls) Aeryn said to John-

"Where do you think we're going?"

"Well… hey, this is one of those trick questions, ain't it? It's got a double meaning, or something…?"

Aeryn stopped John with a gentle hand on his chest and said quietly

"I want us to be serious."

"You're talking about our 'relationship' here, aren't you?" He said playfully smiling at her, but she didn't meet his gaze. She smiled a little, and then looked up at him

"Well?" she asked, knowing that he knew what she was talking about.

"Well, what?" he asked genuinely.

She stepped into the gap between them, and watched her hand run smoothly over his chest as she asked

"Well, where do you think we're going?"

John smiled, he smiled because he didn't realy want to talk seriously, it scared him a little, he liked to keep things happy and playful. The smile sunk away from his face as he watched Aeryn's sad face and her hand caressing him through the thin black t-shirt that he wore. His large hand reached up and took hers gently in his. Her eyes followed her hand as he brought it up to his lips for a tender kiss. Her heart fluttered at his touch, her eyes met his and she felt a warm glow inside. They smiled at each other and John spoke, her hand still close to his lips-

"Wherever you want." And he gave her another gentle kiss on her pale white hand. His other hand found her hip, and her free hand found his shoulder. Their foreheads touched and they breathed in each others sweet smell, with a slow deep breath. They both laughed a little, light-heartedly. Aeryn stopped the little laughter that escaped her as she watched his lips draw close to hers. Their fingers entwined, playing with each other. Her hand reached up to his neck and she drew in closer. His hand slid round to her lower back as she pressed up against him. Finally, their lips met in a soft and gentle kiss. He drew back a little to see the expression on her face. Aeryn was smiling, a smile that he had missed. He smiled back at her as their eyes met, and she said softly

"Just here seems fine to me." And she reached up again for another kiss. They held each other tightly, their fingers released each other so that their hands could find each other. She wrapped both arms around his neck, drawing him in for a deeper kiss. His hands ran gently up her back and he pressed her against his warm body. She felt his tongue slide gently into her mouth, exploring her. She played with his tongue, and couldn't help smiling again. She was just so happy, she broke away from him, unable to kiss him any longer with this grin on her face. She was grinning, that was an unusual event, an event that John would learn to love. They grinned at each other, still holding each other in a tight embrace. God, I love you Aeryn! I love you too, John!