Well, here's what the muse brought over. The story seems to be taking a life of its own and claiming more time and space than I originally intended.
I just hope you all like it. Please, send some feedback my way.

To become one pt.III

Caring

(Pilot's Chamber - a few moments after TBO2)

Pilot's hushed voice carried over to them. 'Officer Sun?'

'Aeryn?' Chiana edged closer to her prostrate friend. Yes she thought of the sebacean fem as a friend. Her friend. But this whole situation was so infuriating. John had been hurt by Aeryn before, and he just took it. Any other male in the galaxy would have either turned around and told her to get frelled or slapped the former PK silly; at the risk of their own life, true, but she had it coming.

'Aeryn?' Moya's symbiote was obviously worried.

Not Crichton though. No, he had these frelling romantic notions she hoped were not a trait of his species or they would all be in far deeper dren than they thought. Because John just let Aeryn trample over him out of some deep feeling of guilt. As if HE was responsible for all that had gone wrong in the life of this dark haired beauty she had absolutely no hope of replacing in his heart.

'Please, Aeryn.' The harmonics seemed to dwindle and die in accordance to the chamber's lights. No answer.

Thoughout the cycles, she had seen these two fight and hurt each other over the most insignificant things, only to dump everything else and rush into the mouth of Cholok himself to save the other. Many a time sacrifying themselves for the other. But more often than not, it was John the one with the answer. John the one with the time for listenign. John who followed Aeryn around so she would 'open-up'. And inevitably, it was John who was hurt by Aeryn and her irrational fears of emotions. Emotions for the misplaced and starry eyed human.

If she had a credit for everytime Moya and her crew could have avoided trouble, pain and misery if only one or the other had opened their mouths and just said something. After all the cycles knowing John, she had a finer appreciation for relationships, but my the troubles a timely frell took care of!

'Aeryn, please look at me.' It was no use. She extended her left hand to touch Aeryn's shoulder. The dark clad figure racked by her silent sobs. How was she to reach her?!

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