Authors' Note: My first fan-fic, so any suggestions are appreciated.
Disclaimer: Farscape never has been, nor ever shall be mine
Setting: After 4.22
Spoilers: To catch all the nuances in this story it helps to have seen
Kansas and Terra Firma, but it's not essential to the plot.
Hold Onto the Hope
Nervously he began pacing in the chamber. What was taking so
long? This was killing him. He had everything planned out, but with their
recent history he had no idea what the outcome would be. But he had to
try. He ran a hand through his short brown hair, making it go in even more
directions if that was possible. He was beginning to develop a tick in his
left eye. She'd laugh at him if he didn't get himself together before she
arrived. Surveying the room he was sure everything was perfect.
Was he being an idiot? He thought back to his parents and
gained reassurance. Even though theirs hadn't been a happily-ever -after
kind of union they had loved each other, and that love had been their
strength. He understood that now, though when he was younger he and his
father had fought frequently. If only his father hadn't been so obsessed
with his work! How many times did he watch his mother try to hide the fear
and worry when his dad left on a mission? Was he becoming his father?
That wouldn't be such a bad thing, he guessed. His father had given him
his strongest trait; hope. If a Crichton didn't have anything else he had
He wiped a damp palm on his pants and laughed at himself at the
reminder of the black leather. Even that had been strategic. He knew she
had a weakness for them. All was fair in love and war, right? He wasn't
sure which this was, so he was doubly justified. If D'Argo could see him
now, he'd never hear the end of it.
Finally the door opened and he watched as she glided in. Her
gracefulness was one of the things he loved about her. She never seemed to
walk anywhere - she floated. She had been growing her hair out and tonight
it made a white rope braided and laying over her right breast. A grey had
reached up and began playing with the end of the braid. His breath caught
in his throat and he pasted on what he hoped was his most charming smile.
"What's all this about? Pilot interrupted something to send me
here. If I knew you'd be here I wouldn't have come."
"This is an apology."
Her black eyes sparkled. This was a game to her. He knew she
wasn't still mad, but she was going to make him grovel anyway. Great.
"I made dinner for us. You'll like it. I even made chocolate
pudding for dessert." She wouldn't be able to refuse, she never could.
Sure enough she moved to the table feigning disinterest and let him hold
her chair for her.
"I'll stay because of the pudding. You're lucky no one else on
board knows how to make it right."
"There's a lot of things no one else one board knows how to do
right for you."
"Yeah, well, I guess everyone is good for some things." When
she shared his smile he knew he'd been forgiven. Deciding not to wait for
dessert he abandoned his plan and pulled out the blue velvet box, opened it
and placed it on the plate in front of her.
He had never known her to be speechless before and he wasn't
sure if that was a good sign. "I'm tired of the miscommunications. I'm
tired of pretending you're not as important to me as you are. You are the
other half of me and I am incomplete without you. You know this was my
mothers ring. Will you wear it as my wife?"
She only stared at the ring. Did he hash it? Did he say too
much. too little? The silence was eating away at him. Hold onto the hope.
Finally she spoke. "Do you think Aeryn would have minded me wearing
"Oh, baby no. She would have wanted that more than anything in the
world. You were like a daughter to her. Become her daughter for
A tear slowly coursed its' way down her cheek. "Oh, Josh, it's about
frelling time!" She laughed and sniffed as he gathered her into his
arms and tenderly kissed her. When he stopped for air she smiled
wickedly. "What do you think mom is going to say?"
"The last thing Chiana said to me was, 'Don't be like your father and
wait until it's nearly too late.'"
"Sometimes she's pretty good at that advice stuff isn't she? I'll
have to be sure to thank her."
"Not yet." He pulled her back into his arms and they both forgot
about the chocolate pudding.