OK, boys and girls. Here's part 2 of the insanity. I know it's taking me a looong time and this is way too short, but I'm swamped by school (and a teensy bit of writer's block). So bear with me and wish me inspirated writing for the weekend.

To become one pt.II

Hope

(Pilot's Den – four solar days ago)

Aeryn's crumpled figure was disheartening. No matter how much she wanted to hate her at this moment. /Face it Chi, you're a big softee. John's told you often enough./ The lithe Nebari turned halfway towards her former lover, her eyes making her request unnecessary. To her relief, he put no resistance.

"I will go check on Jool. See that she has everything needs to get her fahrbot plan to work." /Thank you Chiana/ He hoped she knew how grateful he was. With that last thought, he left the two young females to come to an understanding.

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Being froward had never been a problem for Chiana. As a matter of fact, that particular trait had saved her well gromed eema on more than once. It was honesty she had a problem with. Honesty implied laying down your barriers. Honesty meant leaving yourself open to being hurt. But John had shown her a different way. He'd taken her snurching little hands in his and taken her down a road where honesty and trust earned you friends, a bsurrogate brother, a family.

Trust a hopelessly lost alien male to teach her to open her heart every bit as wide as she'd learnt to open her legs. Although she doubted John had seen it that way at all.

Be that as it may, she now had a former peacekeeper to deal with. And an emotional wreck of one on top of it all, for Cholokk's sake. It was never easy, never. /How do I make you understand Aeryn?/ Well, never mind that. She'd make do and that was that. She shure as Hezmana was frozen over was not going to achieve anything by watching her shipmate brake down. /What did he see in you, to choose you over me?/ And with that last thought she set on to do what maybe no one else in their little part of the frelling Universe could.

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TBC