I'm a Fifth Wheel anyway!

Crichton

You know something? Just had a flash of frellin' insight here.

I'm crazy! I shoulda let Counsler frellin' Troy lock me away (with Stark right after me) instead of letting Walker talk (or more like strong arm her) out of it! I'm right up there with Hannibal Letcher, ala Silence of the Lambs!

I mean why else would I have . . .

. . .

Look, I know and understand perfectly why B'Elanna made the bet. I did kind of . . . go a bit heavy on the ol' popculture. A little is okay, but after the mega-overload the last few hours it . . . kinda wears thin after a while.

But I'm crazy. Wouldn't even think to allow for addendums to the bet which only disallowed me to follow the bet while in her company. Meaning that the others wouldn't throw me into the freezer if I'd still used nicknames or something. But no!

It is embarrassing how little time passed before I fatally slipped up. Had a few close calls. One where I actually learned something new when I'd almost slipped up and used a pet name for Sigin. Instead of calling him "Shakespeare" (he had atendency from quoting from those plays from time to time), I managed to turn my stumble into a question asking if he'd ever met ol' Will. After all, he did come from some kind of parallel world, even IF there was magic shit floating around and all that. Smiled a little bit, Sigin did, and said not only did he meet the man but he'd hired the guy to . . .

He said that he'd written everything his version of Shakespeare ever wrote. Said it, really! No dren!!

....

Think he was even serious...

Well, soon enough I finally goof. Then again, what fun was John Crichton without popculture references and spouting of nicknames. It's like Scooby Doo without Shaggy! Kirk without Spock! It so very much doesn't work!

There is also Inquirer to think about here! I still VERY much remember robo-maiden back there beating the living dren out of Jaws when she'd jumped in front of him to save MY hide!! Yeah, I'm dually grateful but it also became painfully apparent that she's going to continue being a shadow, watching out for me....

I'm just a fifth wheel here and I (unlike these Champions) am getting VERY sick and tired of all this adventure. Been doing this kind of shit (not exactly this kind of shit, but close enough) for four years now.

Time for a vacation. Time for me to get back to my wife. Raise my kid and live a life NOT on the run and not . . . needing to keep my hand near Winnona

And so despite protests from (some) of the others that this is not necessary (loudest from B'Elanna, she'd only wanted a letup from John, not this really), soon Crichton's doing his "Han Solo in Carbonite" impression....

"Let's get to work, people." Inquirer sighs.

1. Meanwhile, in the "Bladerunner" reality....

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