Title: "Our Kind of Luck" by Kate Disclaimer: Farscape belongs to the Jim Henson Company, Rockne S. O'Bannon, and Nine Networks in Australia, Hallmark and the Sci-Fi Channel. Archive: Yes, but only with my name attached. Please notify me first. Summary: John and Aeryn find trouble planet-side... Notes: This story was created while listening to Fuel, Tonic and Filter. I think my repeat button is dead. Enjoy! Feedback welcomed and if anyone has any Farscape wavs that you could send me it would be appreciated.;)

 ****************** Sleep was hours - arns - away for John Crichton. He tossed and turned restlessly in his bed. After a while, he gave up and flung his covers off. He winced as his headache intensified. Throwing on a pair of black cargos and a gray tee shirt, he decided to go to the dining area, place, thing -he had no idea what to call it - to get some of Zhaan's "pain relievers". He searched around in the food lockers and finally found the container, which held the tiny, blue, plastic-like balls. After getting a glass of water, he popped one in his mouth and washed it down. Almost immediately a pleasant coolness swept through his body and he felt totally relaxed, his headache relieved. Take that Advil, he thought. John knew that if he ever found Earth once again - which was unlikely - he would take at least a years supply of the pain relievers. John moved to the table and sat down, the thought of home in his mind. He missed Earth and everything on it. However, as much as he missed his planet, he could not imagine life without Aeryn, D'Argo, Zhaan, Pilot, Moya, and even Rygel. John's thoughts were interrupted by loud coughing, seeming to come from Aeryn's chamber. John got up and headed towards her chamber. She was coughing hard and he could hear her gasping for air. "Aeryn? Are you all right?" He asked, worried. Aeryn continued coughing, gesturing wildly at the cup of water he still held in his hands. He quickly handed to her. Aeryn put the cup to her lips and took large gulps of water, some of it running down her chin. She sighed when her coughing fit subsided. "Are you okay?" John asked once again. "I'm fine, I just caught a bit of a 'cold', as you call it." As if to prove her point, she sneezed loudly. John smiled. "I'll be right back," he told her. Shortly, he was at her door with an armload of blankets. Moving to her bed, he draped them over her. "What are you doing?" She asked impatiently. "I'm taking care of you," he replied. Aeryn rolled her eyes in disgust. "I don't need you to take care of me, John," she said, raising an eyebrow. She started to get up, but John put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back. "Everyone needs to be taken care of once in a while, Aeryn, whether it's cancer or just a cold. Let yourself be pampered for once. I promise I won't bite." "Why would you bite me? Or is that just another human expression?" John grinned. "It's an expression." Aeryn smiled back at him. Suddenly, there was a loud, booming noise and Moya shook violently, knocking John to the floor. He quickly scrambled up and switched on Aeryn's comm button. "Pilot! What happened?" "It appears that a small asteroid has hit Moya. She has put up her defense shields to protect her baby - where is Officer Sun?" "She's right here. We'll be right down." When John turned around her found Aeryn fully dressed. She looked at him. "Let's go." When John and Aeryn arrived in the control room they found Zhaan and D'Argo already there. On a large screen in the center of the room was a layout of Moya. Highlighted in red was the damage area. Pilot spoke up. "There seems to be no internal damage, but a large part of Moya's exterior was knocked off by the asteroid." Aeryn groaned. "Dren! We don't have the materials to fix that!" She said, slumping into a chair. "We need to find somewhere to land and get the material we need to fix her. If we don't, small asteroid particles will get lodged inside her and things will get even worse," D'Argo said. He looked to Zhann. The Delvian looked towards Pilot. "Pilot, are we near any planets that would be safe to land on?" She asked. "Yes. I believe we are near Malaan. Its main habitants are a species called the Maleaan. They appear to be somewhat friendly." "So, we're going to Malaan," John said. Zhaan looked up. "Critchton, I think it would be better if you and Aeryn went. I would prefer to have D'Argo up here in case there is any trouble." John nodded. "You also are going to need something to trade for parts." John thought for a moment, but then a slow smile spread across his face. He looked at Aeryn. "His majesty Rygel is still asleep. What do you say we slip into his room and 'borrow' some of his precious jewelry?" The three of them agreed. ****************** Aeryn and John emerged from Rygel's room with two bags full of gems and other jewelry. "I can't believe how much the little slug actually had," Aeryn said, rolling her eyes. "Yeah well, Spanky sure kept them hidden nicely. We could have used these lots of times," John responded. "So, how long will it take us to get to this place?" He asked. "It shouldn't take us that long, we're right over the planet now. D'Argo is getting the Prowler ready for us." ****************** Less then an arn later, Aeryn was in front of John in the Prowler. He was whistling some annoying song. She turned her head. "Will you shut up?" John scowled at her. "What's up your butt today?" Aeryn looked at him, puzzled. "What are you talking about? Nothing is - oh, another expression, right?" "You're catching on Aeryn." He smiled. "I'm sorry. I don't feel well. You can continue whistling." To Aeryn's surprise John broke out in song, singing something about an American pie. The song sounded like complete nonsense to her, but she couldn't keep from laughing. She smacked his leg. "John, that's worse than the whistling." With that, John increased the volume of his voice. Aeryn shook her head. She saw that they were approaching Malaan. It was a pretty planet, with swirls of white, green, purple and large areas of blue, which she guessed were oceans. "John shut up, we're here." As they got closer Aeryn could see that there were many green trees, but also a few purple-leafed ones scattered about. She spotted a large clearing in the woods full of reddish colored flowers. Aeryn decided it would be a good place to land. She put the Prowler down effortlessly and once they were set, she stepped out, followed by John. "I got the loot," he said, holding up the bags full of Rygel's jewels. He watched as Aeryn crouched down behind a bush and put on her oculars. She straightened after a little while. "There's a city not too far away, it won't even take us half an arn to get there." They started walking through the woods towards the city. After a while, John could see the tips of some buildings over the trees. Once the reached the city, Aeryn and John gasped in awe. It was the most beautiful place they had ever seen. "Reminds me of Paris," John said, smiling. Aeryn looked at him. "What's Paris?" She asked. "Paris was a famous city where I come from. It was called the 'City of Light', it was also one of the most beautiful cities on Earth." As they walked the city's footpaths, John noticed that the Maleaan looked to be of the Human-Sebacean type, except they had very differently colored hair and wore elaborate clothing. A pretty woman with extremely long, light purple hair walked by. She appeared to be wealthy. Servants followed behind her, holding her strange hair off the ground. As she passed, she winked at John. Aeryn rolled her eyes and sighed, while John grimaced. He turned to Aeryn. "The purple hair just doesn't do it for me," he said shaking his head. Aeryn smiled and raised an eyebrow. They wandered through the city's many parks and public gardens until Aeryn saw a small stand, which John thought looked like an American tourist stand, complete with pins, magnets, posters and other souvenirs. They looked around the stand until the vendor turned to assist another customer. When he wasn't looking Aeryn plucked a map from off the shelf and stuffed it in her pants pocket. They quickly walked away. "I believe that's called stealing, Ms. Sun," John said once they were at a reasonable distance. "Come on, John. We can't waste the jewels on a map. Besides, I'm only 'borrowing' it. I'll return it when we're done with it." She unfolded the map and began studying it. After a while she said, "I think we must be in Corina." John looked over her shoulder. " And if I'm correct, there is a mechanics shop just behind that gray building over there," he said, pointing to a large, gothic looking structure, that was in poor condition. Aeryn put the map back in her pocket. They headed towards the mechanics shop. John looked around at everyone on the footpaths. He wondered if walking was their only mean of transportation around the city. As if to answer his question, a silver hover car whizzed over their heads. They watched as it entered the shop and they followed it inside. The mechanics shop was busy. People and hover cars moved around and the loud clanging of tools echoed throughout the shop. John looked around until he spotted a man yelling out directions to a group of small, odd-looking creatures. He an Aeryn waited patiently until he was finished yelling and then approached him. "Excuse me, my name is John Crichton and this is Aeryn Sun. We were wondering if we can get materials to repair a Leviathan ship." The man, who was extremely tall and well built, eyed John and Aeryn suspiciously. "I am Dahlaan Seikar Yannid, head of the Corina Mechanics Shop. Pleased to meet you. What type of damage was done to your ship?" "She was hit by an asteroid and part of her exterior fell off," John told him. "I see. We have the materials you need, but only for a rather hefty price," he said, smiling somewhat evilly. Aeryn produced one of the bags full of Rygel's jewels. She opened it and showed Yannid its contents. "Will this do?" She asked. Yannid gasped with surprise. "I see you two have come prepared. It will do perfectly." Aeryn handed him the two bags. "I will have two of my mechanics assist you." Yannid called over two of the creatures that they had seen earlier. He spoke to them in a different language that was hard for the translator microbes to pick up. Then, he walked off, bags in hand. One of the little creatures tugged on John's pants. It gestured with an arm-like tentacle for them to follow. The creatures lead them to a very large wall full of new and scrap metal, iron and steel. Unlike most of the mechanics shops John had seen, this one was clean and well organized, so it was very easy to find what they needed. "Well, that was easy," he said to Aeryn as he slung the large bundle of metal over his shoulder. Aeryn walked ahead of him. "Why can't every trip be like this?" She asked no one in particular. John smiled. "Hey Aeryn, what about that map you 'borrowed'?" "Oh, come on John. Let's just go." He clucked his tongue and shook his head. Aeryn scowled at him, but gave in. "Fine, I'm going." As she walked off John put the bundle down and sat on the edge of a large fountain. At the bottom of the pool of water there lay at least three dozen pink flowers. Moments later, Aeryn walked up to him, looking aggravated. She looked at John who was giving her a stupid, smartass grin. She resisted the urge to push him into the fountain, but grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and dragged him up. "Let's go," she said and walked off. John winced and followed her, the parts over his shoulder once again. By the time they reached the Prowler, Malaan's two suns had begun to set. John's back and his right shoulder were killing him. He set the parts down in the Prowler and turned towards Aeryn. "You're not still mad about the map thing, are you?" He asked. Aeryn was about to reply when she sneezed loudly and all over John. "Thank you Aeryn! I really..." John was cut off when he heard a loud, bellowing voice. "There they are!" John and Aeryn watched as Yannid emerged out of the woods, flanked by four armed men, two on each side. "John Crichton, Aeryn Sun, stand where you are!" Yannid threw the bag of jewels on the ground, scattering them everywhere. "These," he said, waving his hands at the pile of sparkling gems on the ground, "are fake!" He glared at them. "You thought you could trick me, giving me this worthless junk!" Yannid turned to his men. "Arrest them, now!" The armed men moved towards John and Aeryn, their weapons aimed point blank at them. John looked at Aeryn out of the corner of his eye. "Aeryn, run! Get on the Prowler!" He shouted. John and Aeryn leapt towards the Prowler and all Aeryn could hear was the loud, sudden blasting of weapons fire. John fell to the ground, clutching his shoulder. "John!" Aeryn cried. She ran to him and knelt down on the ground next to him. She looked up to find a large black laser rifle pointed directly at her face. Sighing, she put her hands up in surrender. Yannid shook his head. "Idiotic heroic attempts will get you nowhere." Yannid motioned for his men to follow him. One of the men dragged Aeryn up and pushed her in front of him, the rifle against her back. She grimaced when another man dragged John up by his injured arm. John cried out in pain and Aeryn saw that his whole sleeve had become soaked with blood. ********************** Yannid's men escorted Aeryn and John back to the old gothic building, which obviously, was the prison. One of the men pushed Aeryn into the cell, making her hit the concrete wall. John followed, smashing into her. He groaned and slid down to the floor. Slumping over, he rested his head against her legs. Aeryn turned around slowly, trying not to hurt him even more. She carefully leaned John up against the wall. There was blood dripping down his arm now, and he looked like he was going to pass out. "John, stay with me. I need you to help me get your shirt off." Aeryn thought she saw him smirk and was waiting for him to make a stupid comment about what she had said, like he usually did. "Aeryn, I hurt like Hell," was what he had said instead. Sliding his shirt over his head and down off his hurt arm, she had to keep from gasping when she saw his wound. It was large and open, but luckily, it was not too deep. Aeryn stood and moved to the front of the cell. "Guards! I need some water! There's a hurt man in here!" Aeryn waited for a moment, but she heard nothing. "Will somebody help me please!" Aeryn waited again, but still got no response. She continued to yell, but gave up after awhile, returning to sit by John, but jerked her head up when she finally heard someone coming. Light and quick footsteps echoed throughout the darkened hallways. A small woman, a Maleaan, judging by her pale blue hair, knelt down and placed a bowl of water and a towel in the cell. Reaching in her pocket, she also produced a bottle of medication and slid it under the bars. She looked around, anxiously and then turned to Aeryn. "Those are pain killers in the bottle," she whispered. "Give him two and they should help him. I can't stay here, but I will try to come back later." The woman got up to leave. "Thank you," Aeryn whispered. The woman nodded and hurried down the corridor. Aeryn turned back to John once again. "Why do we always have the bad luck?" He asked. She shook her head and put the towel in the water and rung it out. She gently cleaned his wound, tied the towel around it and gave him the pain killers. John looked up at her. "Alright, how are we busting out of here?" He asked, looking around the cell for possible escape ways. However, it didn't look like there were any. "John, you're in no condition to move. We are not going anywhere. Besides, D'Argo is probably on his way here already. Now come on, you need sleep." John rolled his eyes. "What happened to big, bad, tough Aeryn?" He asked smiling. "And what happened to 'letting yourself be pampered'?" She shot back at him. "Thanks Mom, but I think I'm okay for the moment." He tried to prove it to her by standing, but he couldn't do it very well without her help. Shaking her head, she led him to the single cot and helped him to lie down on it. ****************** "Where are they?!" D'Argo growled impatiently. "Pilot, what's going on?" The Luxan demanded. He watched as Pilot was examining something. "Well, so far nothing...Now I'm seeing signs of weapons fire in the location that the Prowler landed!" D'Argo scowled for what seemed like the thousandth time. "Next time, Crichton stays on the ship. I'm sure he has something to do with it. Tell Zhaan that I'm going down to the planet." ******************* Aeryn lay beside John on the cot, who was sleeping heavily, which she guessed was an effect of the pain killers. She stared at the dark, deteriorating ceiling. The air smelled rotten and dank and the whole prison was damp and cold. She turned her head towards John and watched as he muttered incoherently in his sleep. He smiled faintly and then returned to his normal state. Aeryn raised her eyebrows in amusement. She lay for awhile more, but feeling restless, she got up and began pacing around the room. She started at the sound of John's voice. "Stop pacing," he said, his eyes still closed. She moved to the cot and sat down so that she was facing him. "I should have brought the pulse rifle," Aeryn said, sounding guilty. John gave her a lopsided grin. "Nah. I probably would've over charged the pulse chamber again and ka-blammo, we wouldn't have a rifle anymore." Aeryn smiled and put her hand on his arm. "How do you feel now?" "Okay. Just as long as I don't move." John and Aeryn both turned their heads abruptly when they heard footsteps coming down the corridor. The blue-haired Maleaan appeared from around the corner. She was carrying two trays of food stacked on top of a heavy looking blanket. Carefully sliding the food under the bars she flicked her eyes around nervously. She then pushed the blanket under and looked at them sympathetically. "You're going to need this when it gets cold," she said. Before Aeryn or John could respond, she got to her feet and hurried away. Aeryn sighed and turned around to look at John. He was sitting up on the cot with a tray of food in his lap. She watched as he dipped his finger in a brown gooey substance, licked it off and then wrinkled his nose in disgust. "What is this stuff? Food cubes taste better than this crap." He shook his head and tossed the tray in the corner of the cell, somehow managing to keep it all on the tray. Aeryn didn't want to know what was making it stick. She wasn't too hungry anyway, so she placed her tray in the corner on top of John's. "So now what?" She asked. John raised his eyes to look at her. With a grim expression he answered her. "We wait for D'Argo." ***************** D'Argo wandered the streets of Corina, wondering where the frell Crichton and Aeryn were. Back at the Prowler he had seen burn marks on the ground, undoubtedly from a laser rifle of some sort. He had also seen blood. He looked up suddenly as a woman with amazingly long, purple hair approached him. Shorter Maleaans held her hair up, so that it would not get dragged on the ground. D'Argo watched with great interest as her hips swayed under her tight fitting dress. "Excuse me, but you seem a little lost. My name is Gemina, is there anything that I can help you with?" She asked sweetly. D'Argo smiled. He quickly made up a story about how his slaves had run away and he was on Malaan trying to find them. He gave her a brief description of John and Aeryn and she nodded. "Yes, I believe I have seen your slaves. They caused quite some trouble and are now being held in the prison, awaiting a ransom, which I presume you have. I will take you there now." D'Argo smiled at her once again. "My name is Ka D'Argo. Your help is much appreciated." "You are welcome to stay as long as you like." Gemina gestured for him to follow her. It did not take them long to reach the prison. As they entered the prison, D'Argo heard Gemina gasp and saw her bump into someone. The tall man smiled, took her hand and kissed it. "I apologize for walking into you, darling. It's about time you woke up." The man raised his eyebrows. "However, may I ask what are you doing here?" "This is Ka D'Argo. He is here looking for his escaped slaves, who I think you brought here earlier today." The man smiled at D'Argo and bowed, which D'Argo also did in return. "Ah, I see. My name is Dahlaan Seikar Yannid and I did have your slaves arrested today. They were trying to get materials for a Leviathan ship and paid me with fake jewels. They struggled and I'm afraid one of my men had to shoot the man. He is not wounded badly, though." D'Argo frowned. "I would like to see them now," he said impatiently. "I insist that you join me and Gemina for dinner instead. We can discuss the release of your slaves. Believe me, you don't need to see them now, they are just resting. We have given them food, and for prisoners, they seem to be content with each other for the moment - if you know what I mean," he said, smirking. D'Argo thought for a moment. He did not know if this man could be trusted, but joining him for dinner and getting on his good side, would most likely guarantee a quicker release for John and Aeryn. Reluctantly, he agreed. ****************** Yannid's palace was very large and luxurious, almost castle-like. Gemina had told D'Argo that he was one of the most powerful - not to mention wealthy - men in Corina. D'Argo was taken on a brief tour of the palace, which was elaborately decorated and elegant. He felt somewhat out of place, especially when they were eating. He had eaten very fast while the others had tried not to gawk at him. After all, he hadn't had anything except food cubes in a very long time. Embarrassed, he had tried to slow down, but looking down at his plate, he realized that it was empty. Gemina had giggled and Yannid had laughed and then called on his servants to bring out seconds. D'Argo finished with his seconds, this time not as quick and Yannid excused himself from the table, stating that he had business to attend to. Once he had left, Gemina leaned over the table towards D'Argo. "So, D'Argo, tell me about yourself. You are very interesting," she said slowly, looking him up and down. D'Argo raised his eyebrows in delight. He quickly thought of a story where he was a tradesman and had gotten wealthy because he traded to royalty. Gemina was completely engrossed with D'Argo's story, when Yannid called her out. She quietly excused herself and left the room, her hair trailing behind her. Gemina walked a little ways down one of the long hallways until she met up with Yannid. When she reached him, he cupped her face with his hand. "It's perfect darling. I've got Luxan and Sebacean now. Soon, no one will be able to deny us. Not only will I have the wealth, but I will have the strength and the mind that I need to take over this planet," he said, smiling. Then he turned serious again. "You do know what you are supposed to do, right?" "Absolutely. There's nothing to worry about Dahlaan, it will go as planned. I want this just as much as you do." ****************** It was John's turn to pace around the cell. He was growing more and more anxious as time went by. "Where is D'Argo? If he was coming down, he would've been here by now!" He looked towards Aeryn, hoping for an answer or at least something that would put his mind at ease, but he got nothing in return. "And why is it so frelling cold in here!" He watched as Aeryn moved to the front of the cell and strained her neck to peer down the corridor. "They've left the doors open and it's dark outside. We've been in here for at least four arns now." She picked up his blood soaked shirt and wrinkled her nose when she smelt it. He caught it when she threw it at him and then moved to the water basin. John washed the blood out of it and then wrung it out. He hung it over the one chair in the cell and hoped that it would dry quickly. Then, he sat down on the cot and sighed, hugging himself. Aeryn picked up the blanket that the blue haired Maleaan had given them and wrapped it around him. She sat down beside him and took part of the blanket for herself. Down the corridor they could hear someone moaning and coughing. Others were talking to themselves, some screaming. It reminded John of a mental institution. He looked up towards the cell across form them and strained his eyes against the dark. There didn't appear to be anything in it. Then he noticed something moving in the shadows. The figure moved to the front of its cell and into the light. John got up. "You'd better hope your friend comes soon. Before the dawn. Before it's too late," the prisoner said, his voice hoarse. He was another Maleaan, but he had shockingly white hair. "What are you talking about? What do you know?" John asked him angrily. "I have been here for five cycles. I was the first one that Dahlaan Yannid brought in," the prisoner started coughing and his whole body shook. "My name is Aden Yannid. I am Dahlaan's older brother," he continued. "His brother? You must have done something pretty bad to end up in here," John said, raising an eyebrow. Aden shook his head. "I have committed no crimes. I am here simply because I was more successful than my brother. He is a greedy man, so he was jealous. Dahlaan always vowed that someday he would become the ruler of Malaan, that he would stop at nothing to satisfy his dream. I just didn't think he would..." Aden trailed off and shook his head looking down at the ground. Aeryn moved to stand beside John as Aden cleared his throat. "Dahlaan was a failure, he would not have gotten anywhere in life if not for his plan. He wanted to be strong and smart so that no one could get in his way, he wanted to be the perfect being. Five cycles ago I found out what Dahlaan was planning to do. He was going to steal brain tissue from persons of different species. Unfortunately, I was his first test subject. His experiment left me blind. Not wanting anyone to find out what was done he accused me of treason and sent me to prison." John opened his mouth. He could not believe what he was hearing. "But didn't you tell anyone what really happened?" Aeryn asked. "Oh, believe me I did, but no one would believe a traitor. My own brother left me here to rot." Aden looked towards them. "You are Sebacean, am I correct?" "She is, I'm Human," John said. Aden looked puzzled, but he did not say anything. "So, your brother is going to steal our brain tissue. Great, just great," John said. He flopped down on the bed once again and rested his head in his hands. He winced as pain shot through his arm. "Your friend. Is he also Human or Sebacean?" Aeryn shook her head. "He is a Luxan," she said. Aden sighed. "Then I hope that Dahlaan hasn't already gotten to him. A Luxan's strength would be very valuable to him." ****************** "D'Argo, would you come here please?" D'Argo followed the sound of Gemina's voice down a long hallway, to a large room with big, strong looking doors. D'Argo stepped in the doorway and found Gemina sitting in front of a mirror brushing her long purple hair. She looked up when he approached her. "D'Argo, thank you for coming. I was wondering if you would help me with my hair for a moment, would you?" D'Argo smiled at the strange request, but agreed to help her anyway. He picked her hair up off the ground while she fastened large, dangerous looking clips into it. Suddenly she stood up. "Oh dear. I have forgotten something I need. I must go get it. Please wait for me here," she said smiling. D'Argo nodded, thinking about how odd she was. She smiled at him and moved out into the hallway, slamming the doors behind her. D'Argo heard a click and immediately moved to the huge doors, pulling at them. She had locked him in! He roared in anger. "Gemina, Yannid! Open this door now!" When he heard voices outside he began to slam his body against the doors, trying to break them down. Outside the door, Yannid double checked the lock and blocked the door with heavy furniture. He couldn't risk having the Luxan get out. "Nicely done Gemina. He will get tired before morning. Tomorrow morning we will start with the Sebaceans and then I shall come back for the Luxan. A new beginning is unfolding for us, love. No one will look down on us anymore." ****************** Aeryn watched as Aden walked around his cell, feeling the walls as he moved. Out of the corner of her eye she saw John yawn and touch his shirt to see if it was still wet. It was apparent to her that it was when he growled and angrily threw it across the cell. He looked up at Aden. "So, when can we expect your brother?" Aden looked up startled. "Dahlaan will not come until the morning. In order for his body to accept the brain tissue, he must be well rested. I suggest you rest too. If you want to escape him tomorrow you will need all your strength. You have nothing to worry about until the sun rises. You must remember that he will stop at nothing to get what he wants." John looked towards Aeryn. "Well, nobody has to ask me twice. I'm going to sleep. You coming?" Aeryn nodded and slipped under the blanket next to him. "Looks like you'll be doing most of the work tomorrow, Aeryn. I'm kind of disabled," he said smiling. She arched an eyebrow. "Oh, you're not getting out of this one that easy Crichton. I'll put you to work, you don't have to worry about that." She heard him sigh. "Good night Aeryn," he said closing his eyes. "Good night John." Sleep did not come to Aeryn that night. She turned over carefully, trying not to fall out of the small bed. John was stretched out, his long legs hanging over the edge. His chest rose and fell with each breath and his fingers would move every once in awhile. Aeryn noticed the goose bumps on his chest and arms, realizing that she had taken most of the blanket. Not wanting to wake him, she pulled the blanket over him and tucked it under him. "Blanket hog." Aeryn jumped at the sound of John's voice. "Crichton! Don't ever scare me like that again!" She said angrily. John laughed. "Thanks Aeryn," he said. Aeryn softened a little. "I can't sleep either," he told her. She settled down beside him once again, propping herself up on one elbow. "So what's the plan?" He asked. Aeryn thought for a moment, then finally shrugged. "The usual, I guess," she said. "Oh yeah, you mean the one where we go in, pretend to go along with everything, pull a James Bond and then run like Hell to get away?" Aeryn shook her head, confused. "Who's James Bond?" John smiled. "That's a whole other story for another time," he said. Early in the morning John and Aeryn were still awake, readying themselves for Yannid. John moved to a corner in the cell and stooped to pick up his shirt, which was dry again. Pleased, he put it on, ignoring the lingering smell of blood. "Hey Aeryn-," John said, but stopped suddenly when he saw Aeryn tense up. "What's the matter?" "Will you shut up. I think I hear someone." John came up to stand next to her. He listened intently and soon heard heavy footsteps approaching. Microts later, Dahlaan Yannid stood facing them an angry scowl on his face. "Did you sleep well Crichton?" He said pushing his face close to John's. John resisted the urge to spit at him. "How could you not with such a beautiful woman? Maybe she will be of good use to me after." "Shut up!" John yelled. Yannid grinned, amused. "Hit a soft spot, did I?" Yannid leaned forward, spittle flying in John's face as he spoke. "Then maybe I will use her first so that you can watch," he growled. John lashed out at Yannid, hitting him squarely in the face. The force of his blow knocked Yannid straight to the ground. Yannid quickly got up, hid face red with anger. "Take care of them!" He yelled to his men. They advanced on John and Aeryn quickly and roughly. The cell door flew open and they were immediately on John, shoving him against the wall. John breathed heavily as the side of his face was pressed brutally against the concrete wall. He struggled, but soon gave into the pain in his shoulder and relented. He watched as Aeryn fought the other guards uselessly. They pinned her down to the floor, got a good grip on her and then hauled her up again. John was brought over to stand next to her. As they were forced down into kneeling positions, Yannid moved towards them, a needle-like object in his hand. Grinning insanely, he kneeled behind Aeryn, wrapping his arm around her neck. He leaned towards her his mouth close to her ear. "Yes. You will come to be a good use to me," he said, his hands beginning to roam over her body. John could see the rage flash through Aeryn's eyes and she cried out, kicking her foot out behind her. It was Yannid's turn to cry out as she kicked him in the crotch. "Frell!" He screamed and then was on her again, his needle poised behind her ear. Aeryn gasped when she felt the needle pierce her skin and heard John yell. Suddenly, the needle was gone and she heard the sound of weapons firing. She turned to see D'Argo aiming his Qalta blade at Yannid. The guards lay dead on the ground. "Thanks for joining us," John said to D'Argo. The Luxan growled. "I got a little sidetracked," he said angrily, lightly breaking the skin of Yannid's neck with the tip of the blade. "Please. Please do not kill me," he whimpered. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't," D'Argo said, glaring at him. "Gemina, I promised her I-," "Your wife has betrayed you. It was she who let me out." Yannid screamed and lunged at D'Argo, only to be stopped by the blade, which was now thrust inside of him. He gasped and blinked his eyes and then slumped against the wall, his eyes closing. John and Aeryn looked towards Aden, who had been standing there the whole time, as if he was watching. He couldn't see, but he seemed to know what had happened. Tears of relief and sorrow flowed down his cheeks. "It's over, it's finally over." John walked over to Aeryn, who was still on the floor. He offered her his hand and she gladly accepted it, rising to him. "Are you okay?" He asked, still grasping her hand. "I'm fine, John. Let's get out of here," she said. Together they went to Aden's cell and opened the door. D'Argo helped him out of the prison and into the sunlight. ****************** John stood on the terrace, back on Moya. Aeryn was applying a new bandage to his shoulder. He watched as she bit her lip, concentrating on wrapping the bandage perfectly. She finished as clipped it so that it would stay in place. "Thanks," he said. Aeryn looked to the floor. "For what?" "For taking care of me," John said, slipping his hand under her chin. He brought her face up to his and placed a light kiss on her lips. Aeryn closed her eyes. "Crichton, you yotz! You stole my jewels!" Rygel yelled, floating in on his chair. John and Aeryn quickly broke apart. "I got news for you, Your Eminence. They weren't worth anything. They were fake," he said, glaring at him. "Well of course. You really thought I would want someone stealing the real ones? Those were meant as a decoy and now I have no decoy!" He floated off, mumbling to himself about a new hiding place. Aeryn shook her head. "I'll kill him. Frell, I'll kill him," she said storming off after Rygel. John watched her go, an amused smile playing at his lips. 

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