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Still Here

by sugargroupie

G, 274 words

Summary: But there are no maps back, no connections, not even through his dreams.

Disclaimer: Not mine; O'Bannon, Henson, Kemper, et. al.

Notes: Spoilers up to Rhapsody in Blue, written for the farscapefriday challenge. I apologize if this is weird, but so am I.

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Day by day he's losing one part of himself and gaining another. Yet his mouth continues to run a mile a minute and his shipmates still don't understand what he's saying. Situation normal.

Only it's not and hasn't been since he'd put his money where his mouth was and slang-shot himself into alien territory. It's hard to believe he's still John Crichton when he thinks the word hour and says arn, but he figures that's par for the course. Gotta adapt out here Johnny, if you want to survive...

It's inside his head where things get interesting.

First there's the blue people who look, dress and chant like Zhaan; manipulating his thoughts and pulling old lovers from buried sacred places. But when it's over he's not sure whether to thank them for that slice of home or curse them for emphasizing the distance.

And then there's Aeryn who intimidates, intrigues and sometimes scares the hell out of him; guest-spotting in his dreams with more frequency as Alex and women of Earth fade into his consciousness.

It's a seamless switch, longing for one place while embracing another. But there are no maps back, no connections, not even through his dreams. Space slowly permeates, mixing southern metaphors and childhood memories with strange alien food and fierce Sebacean women.

He still dreams of seeing his father again, and licking barbeque sauce from his fingers, feeling the sun on his skin. But then he opens his eyes to a living ship that even his imagination could not have conjured up

And he wonders what his shipmates, his friends are doing... and sometimes, what Aeryn would think of Earth.

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