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John Crichton
Th-this is just damn out and out creepy! Weirdo! Fahrbot!!
And above everything else here there's an air of . . .timelessness to
what's going on here that I couldn't cut with a sword, damnit!
Gotta say that while I’ve seen more than my share of weird stuff here
in the Uncharted this is a new one for ME. Vujà dé: The feeling that none
of this has ever happened before.
These strangers (and damn do I mean STRANGE) had been dealing with
OTHER things, first things first and apparently
little ol' John Crichton wasn't on their list of immediate things
to take care of here.
NOT that I was complaining, mind you!! Still kinda unsettled at seeing
Moya (how'd she frellin' get down here ahead
of me). Was just a LITTLE weirded out by that. That and being scared
shitless about flying about inside a wormhole withOUT my Farscape pod.
Just me and my spacesuit and nothing else!
Then some weird spaceship behind me that I’d not noticed until it
started reeling me in with a docking web or something or other had
to get into the act. I mean it was NICE to not have to fear getting
stranded out somewhere in deep frelling space, cut off from all help and
hope and all but what did THEY want with me?! Surely they weren’t some
Good Samaritan or whatever. The Unknown Territories hasn’t got a lot of
that species in stock, yah know.
Had situations blow up in my face more often than not when I did it.
What had rilly been weird was that the ship had at least some markings
in English on it. Some in some other Earth languages, I think.
But what in god’s name is a Earth ship doing out here?! We hadn’t even
gone back to the Moon the last time I was in the neighborhood!! And now
we have starships?!
No, something’s up here and I had been BETTING it was with what I my
head: the wormhole equation. But these people (and lion!) had apparently
been interested in addressing OTHER things before me. Well . . .everyone
except that creepy black suited dude with the black eyes. HE looks like
he’d like to discuss things with me (and something tells me I DON’T want
to talk with him for it’s been determined that speaking with black suited
and eyed creepy men in a forest (who’d appeared out of nowhere!!) has been
determined by the Surgeon General to be hazardous to you health!!
A few rumbling growled warnings from jumbo Simba ther kinda put a
damper on the Man in Black wanting to force the issue (for the moment).
Seemed kind of out of sorts by something, the Man. Like his super powers
or whatever (if he actually HAS such things. . .not impossible given the
weirdness of the day today . ..why did I wear that damn black t-shirt
again?!) were on the blinks. Maybe Simba has something to do with it?
. . .
Where is MY gun?!
. . .
No, don’t panic John. Get a grip!
Anywho, they’d first seem more interested in a bit of catching up on
things: the winged (?!) women and the talking lion. A little small talk
and chitchat and then the lion turned (ignoring me again for the
moment) and turned instead to the Man in Black, dragging him off to
a spot away from me and the others for a bit of what looks like a strong
bit of arguing (over me if I don’t miss a guess).
As for the young women with wings? Well, at first it had appeared that
they’d been all ready to address me (finally!) but instead the lion had
coughed a little bit and pointed out some OTHER dude (a Japanese man in
plate mail?!) who’d appeared out of thin air and . . .started singing a
Simmon and Garfunkel tune?!
All of ‘em looked surprised as all heck, let me tell you. Jaws
dropping and such but the one with the BLUE wings seemed most
stunned (and enchanted come to think of it).
“And their singing duet . . .frellin’ lovely,” I mutter to myself.
. . .
Wait, did Granny do something with that little something to help me
forget Aeryn? I mean . . .I must be tripping on something bad and strong
here, I betcha.
Oh God, pleasee don’t say that I friend my brain on those drugs...
Rei
He can’t be here. He just can’t....
Almost against my will, I find myself singing counterpoint to Fred as
he sings . . .our favorite ballad: The original version
of “Scarborough Fair”.
. . .
I . . .always was something of a romanatic at times. Certain
things just got through and . . .
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
For once she was a true love of mine.
Have her make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without a seam or fine needle work
And then she'll be a true love of mine.
Have her wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Where ne'er a drop of water e'er fell
And then she'll be a true love of mine.
Have her find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the sea and over the sand
And then she'll be a true love of mine.
Plow the land with the horn of a lamb
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Then sow some seeds from north of the dam
And then she'll be a true love of mine.
If she tells me she can't, I'll reply
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Let me know that at least she will try
And then she'll be a true love of mine.
Love imposes impossible tasks
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Though not more than any heart asks
And I must know she's a true love of mine.
Dear, when thou has finished thy task
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Come to me, my hand for to ask
For thou then art a true love of mine.
. . .
I stare at him for a moment and then whisper: “You . . .waited for me?”
Honestly, why would he? Two centuries he can live through but I had
doubted his heart could have taken the pain, he’d been so hurt so many
times before...
Honestly, that had been why it had taken so LONG for me to break down
his wall to a point where he’d open up more to me. Be something beyond a
friend.
See . . .I’d always wanted him more than just a friend.
It had started soon after upon meeting him in the flesh. Soon upon him
helping me . . .become more human and less a doll.
Even back then I’d known I’d fallen for him but he had been too
noble to allow it, to become one with me when I’d approached him in a
manner my limited (admittedly wrong) knowledge about interpersonal
relationships.
Naked I had appeared to him one night, offering myself (clumsily) to
him. It was . . .legal back then, in the world after Second Impact.
Birthrates were on the decline and usual social norms had been more or
less tossed out in order to combat the decline.
Trouble was I must say I had been too clumsy in my advances (only
knowing one way to offer my heart to him). Show my thanks to him by
offering myself to him.
However, he’d been too noble and old fashion to take me, believing me
(somewhat correctly) to be too ignorant to know about such things about
matters of the heart. Again, however while I might haven’t the deepest
knowledge about the subject of love and the heart, I’d known enough I’d
wanted him. But I’d had to settle for “just being friends” with
him.
At least for the moment but I’d secretly planned to redress this issue
once I’d reached majority: age 18. He couldn’t hide behind me being too
young for love THEN.
. . .
I’d pretty much given up hope of a relationship after becoming Champion
and having to live upon Terra Prime for various (VERY GOOD and valid)
reasons while he’d been left behind, back in “my” Tokyo 3 long ago.
Figured that he’d be dead and buried by the time I’d be allowed back.
That was of course before I learned he himself was immortal, if not for
being a Champion himself. He’d been cursed with immortality after being
tricked (as it turned out) by an evil Game 3 Author to kill his own
sister. The Trollish Author had used it’s power upon Fred’s sister,
bending her to his will to serve an evil dragon that Fred had been tasked
to kill.
Doubtful that there had been enough of the poor woman’s mind to be able
to function independently. Troll author had a damn tendency at being
heavy handed in his power use.
Centuries later Fred had somehow found his way to my world through some
kind of portal and imagine the surprise I had upon finding him again
during another Quest for the Rules and Agents.
It had been only a few years for me by my calendar, twenty years or so for
him by his calendar, but by God I wasn’t going to let him slip through my
fingers this time!!
After a long campaign I finally managed to move from a friendship to
dating . . .and then on the night before we’d left for my doomed mission
with my sisters . . .to a . . .bit of passion.
He’s . . .very gentle but good. Hadn’t told anyone about THAT besides my
sisters (like I can keep secrets from THEM). Definitely hadn’t told my
parents (who I love with all my heart like real parents, even though I’m
adopted).
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 It’s just that I didn’t feel it was . .. Proper to share intimate details about pillow talk and such with Alan and Mina. Too . . .embarrassing.
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