And Next...

The Doctor

"Sigin," Chiana breathes and fall into Sigin's waiting arms.

"Frell," she says again, as she buries her head into his shoulder.

Frankly, given what I have seen of this young gray girl's behavior, I am rather not sure if it's a curse or a suggestion...

Given the situation, I am not sure that she's sure herself!

Jehoshaphat! Given the nature of draconian love, I well know what this means. Rather doubt that Sigin will wish to suddenly disembark and live a nice and quiet life back on Terra Prime, considering the chap's rather adventurous side! In THAT, I gather, he is a rather good match for Chiana. However.... Chiana shall be one of my more....er....shall we say "interesting" Companions, personality wise!

At least everyone else of Crichton's group have been so put off by this fiasco that they are not (yet) bursting at the seams to ask questions like "What the frell is going on here with Chiana?"

....

And here I thought that the Companion count would be going down by two instead of merely one AFTER this quest was done....

Gilmuriel and E'eysha had been hinting that this quest would probably be the last for a bit. Said something about wanting to try their hand at raising a family back on Terra Prime and such. Ah, but they'll be missed....

Then again....they HAD said they might ask to come back aboard after a decade or three, after the child had grown.... Still...we Champion's aren't exactly are a fertile lot. Now something akin to the fey folk in the Office of Good realm and such due to Inter-Office politics or such.

Can see why, in sense, considering how we rather won't be shuffling off the mortal coils EVER.... Could get ratehr overcrowded on Terra Prime and all that I guess, without death removing some of us from the scene...

"Um, I'm gonna go and see how Moya's baby is doing," D'Argo clearing his throat, clearly somewhat put off by all this.

He quickly goes to leave, not that I feel that Chiana's paying attention. Seems rather to have other things on her mind.

I hold a hand up, getting him to stop momentarily, but not without an aggrieved (and perhaps angry) look on his bellicose features.

"What?" he says softly, almost snapping out the question.

"Just a request," I say simply as I reach into a special bag that I have on my person (borrowed from one of my Companions with engineering proficiency after a successful "fishing expedition). We had felt that the information contained within this "borrowed" long range spaceship component may well prove useful (either before or after everything was said and done).

Several gasps (as well as D'Argo's jaw dropping open in recognition), greet what I pull out. Seems that the bit of database quickscanning Elrondir did whilst his wife did the honors at removing the components had indeed hit "pay dirt".

I am so glad that the elves particular mission had been so successful. It had been "ify" at best, we had all agreed, but to not make the effort seemed somehow unfair to the others. What with us having a means for Crichton getting home, we would be remiss in at least not making the effort in providing for the others, right?

"Where did you get that?!" Gilinda gasps, pointing at the ultra-secret markings on memorybank array for the astro-navigation console I put down on the table before me.

I gather from her and Aeryn Sun's stunned (and a bit shaken) expression that a "civillian" having such military hardware in their hands is definitely.....frowned upon by the PK powers that be. Despite being fugitives themselves, I fear that something of a learned "knee jerk" reaction of indignation has taken place here.

"That contains...." Sun continues, before being interrupted by the excited babble of her companions, eager to actually see what the think they are seeing.

"The way home for many of you," I say, smiling a little. "And whether you wish to stay and help in John's plight or go haring off home immediately, I can provide transportation there."

Betty hadn't gone into details on just who needed going where, but with the data inside this databank.....

I turn back to D'Argo before continuing: "That and information which would at least help in aiding in your own quests. That said, however, I DO rather suggest, D'Argo, that you listen in at least whilst you conduct your checks of Moya's child."

"That'll wait!" he says, coming back to the table, seeming to have forgotten his embarrassment of only a few seconds ago.

Rather direct chap, this D'Argo. Little to no hesitation to action, I see.

....

Right. To the business at hand.

"That and I do rather have in the TARDIS' coordinates the way home to this universe's Earth," I add, causing an already surprised Crichton to go VERY much into shock.

"Fly home to Earth in the TARDIS?!" he asks loudly, sounding almost witless in his surprise before he can recover (somewhat).

He then slaps his head. Actually slaps his head! He does and then mutters a vile curse to himself, saying of COURSE the TARDIS could have done that all along! "Can't frellin' believe I didn't think of that!" he mutters to himself, finally. "Especially with the actual DOCTOR at her helm!"

That said and done, I finally lay out the problems we face (supplying the data my TARDIS' sensors have uncovered whilst scanning the disturbances below), I finish off by telling the others interested in perhaps running off for home before seeing this "quest" done that....

"I can almost guarantee that those who are after what John has in his brain shall attempt to capture you and use you as hostages," I say grimly. "Forcing John to come to them, or else."

Critchon's reaction pretty much ran the gamit, but basically followed to the "T" what Betty and Ragan said it would be. Even caused Betty to blink a little in surprise with this last bit.

"OK, fine, let's defeat these guys, then, so I can get back home and see if my family's given away all my stuff yet" he sighs, "What do I do to help?"

He then notices Betty and Ragan staring at each other.

"What?" he asks, perplexed. "Did I...."

He breaks off when both scifi fans break off, laughing a bit in embarrassment.

"Just something we'd kind of.....guessed you'd say," Betty says, a bit later.

"They ARE the 'resident experts' on the Tele show Farscape," Ace put in from the side. "Like she knows about me and the Brig from....the show called Doctor Who."

"Uh, right," Crichton blinks, shaking his head, staring now at Betty and Ragan.

He blinks again, suddenly having an odd question pop in there.

"Hey," he begins, "I've always really wanted to know your real name since I started watching as a kid. Do you mind if I.....?"

That line of questioning (rather uncomfortable line of questioning, all considered) is interrupted by the arrival of two Celestrials: Rule 7 and Agent 7.

And why are they here, now, exactly?

Later I shall discover that whilst I and the others had been discussing the databanks, Chiana and Sigin had been talking quietly over in a corner about...."things". Oh, the basics need not be discuss, being that they were of a private (and steamy) matter. However, one thing in particular in the end rather seemed to upset Chiana when she discovered the rather disparity between her lifespan and that of a dragon of Terra Prime. That and she seemed to have been hit by the oddest....urges. Urges like wanting to fly. Not in a spaceship or airship....but by her own power....

See, those who get hit by Eye meets Eye, if the dragon isn't hit by an urge to become the species of the non-dragon's lover, the reverse tends to happen. Chiana's finding an urge to become a (or as close to as possible) a dragon.

In that vein, with the years she had left and what a dragon had, she made something of a wish or such that basically stated (as much as she'd wince later at how "corny" as some might put it) that she wished to be with Sigin forevermore....

1. We have a touch of business with Chiana, Agent 7 smiles a little, sending the thought to our minds, You know....the Champion question thing....

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