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Title: The Last Familiar Outpost
Word Count: 340
Rated: PG
Fandom: Farscape
Setting: S4
Characters: John Crichton, Chiana

Disclaimer: Farscape and its characters belong to the Jim Henson Co. and not to me.

The Last Familiar Outpost

John’s tucked beneath the belly of his module when Chiana sidles up and crouches down, her body held at an impossible angle.   She peers at him in silence, a piece of sweet and sour catifoli caught between her fingers.  The fruit is a disturbing shade of green, lime Kool-Aid gone nuclear, gone alien; but John’s mind strays towards an adolescent memory of candy corn and licorice skulls, Karen Shaw’s red stockings and patent leather shoes.

He blinks at Chiana and she blinks back, her hair brushing against the floor of the maintenance bay.  He says, “I thought you were gonna go with D’Argo.”

“Me too.”  She pops the fruit into her mouth and licks her palm.  “I said we should ditch the others and h-have – have some fun.  He said he couldn’t deal with my dren.”  

John doubts that’s the whole truth,  but he can hear the hurt in her voice, brittle beneath the anger she’s worn for months.  “You okay, Pip?”

Her face disappears from view as she settles on the floor, one knee held under her chin, one hand sifting through a tray of spare nuts and bolts and wires.   “I can’t frelling breathe today, Crichton.  You – you know?”

He does.  There are days when he smiles and sings, when he sleeps without Grayza’s whisper in his ear and wakes without her scent in his nose; and there are days when he doesn’t, when every inch of him is raw, every breath black with resentment.  

John puts his tools down.  Stretches to tug on the scuffed toe of her boot.  “Come here.”

Chiana doesn’t respond; he counts the seconds until she does.  Twelve mippippippi, thirteen mippippippi, four and she curls small and sharp against his side, her fruit-stained fingers fitted between his ribs, her hair a wild halo against the dark backdrop of his shirt.

John curves his fingers around her wrist, toys with the thought of moving her hand down to the bulb of lakka nestled in his pants.

Instead he moves it up, over his heart.  

Date: 2012-01-11 04:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Gorgeous. Oh, my poor, broken kids.

Date: 2012-01-12 06:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you :) It was sad to write, but also fulfilling.

Date: 2012-01-11 05:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I ache for both of them!

Read this on TF and absolutely loved it - I am always amazed how well you capture the characters and the last two sentences just make my heart skip a bit every time I read them! Beautiful and I actually loved it even more reading it a second time!

Thank you! :)

Date: 2012-01-12 06:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you so much, Laura!

Date: 2012-01-11 05:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Wonderful. Wonderfully sad and sweet. I love John and Chiana's relationship and you've captured the essence beautifully here.

Date: 2012-01-12 06:56 pm (UTC)

Date: 2012-01-11 06:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh... I'd love to see a scene like this in season 4, for both of them. Thank you for sharing.

Date: 2012-01-12 06:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you so much for reading!

Date: 2012-01-11 11:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I like how well you capture their body language. Farscape does so much with unspoken communication that I'm always excited to find that featured in fic! Love how short and sharp this is.

Date: 2012-01-12 06:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! I'm pleased you enjoyed it :)

Date: 2012-01-12 08:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You say so much with so few words - I love it.

Date: 2012-01-12 06:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you, Richard!

Date: 2012-01-12 11:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Wonderful fic, thank you for writing!

Date: 2012-01-12 06:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you, Oleg! *hugs*

Date: 2012-01-12 05:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I second what ADS said, this small, poignant moment, these comparatively few words, hold so much in them!
They are indeed greater, and more meaningful, than the sum of their parts...

Thanks for sharing!

Date: 2012-01-12 06:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you, Nym!

I love your new icon! So vibrant!

Date: 2012-01-13 04:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

I love your new icon! So vibrant!

It's one of the latest batch from our resident icon-pusher JohnScorpy: I snurched a few...
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