Disclaimer: Not mine.
Spoilers: Post Bad Timing
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Chiana talks to John

Ghosts in the Dark

She was in his dim quarters. Then again, everything was dim to her now.

She'd had D'Argo help her settle into the chair that was placed next to the low, rumpled bed, she faced the mass of sheets as if he were lying on them beside her.

She wished he were.

"D'Argo's sworn revenge," she said to the darkness. "But that's pretty much a given. You knew he would."

She wasn't expecting an answer, but it still saddened her that she didn't get one.

"He thinks the Peacekeepers did it," she said. "I think he's right."

She carefully slid from the chair to the bed and gripped some of the soft, worn in sheets in her fingers. "I can't believe you're gone. You survived so much. You cheated death again, and again and you get killed kissing Aeryn in a boat." She smiled a little. "Must be embarrassing."

"Well, y'know. Least I died happy."

She looked beside her on the bed, and saw nothing.

Nothing but transparent human, lying comfortably beside her as if he were alive.

She couldn't be surprised. Not with Crichton.

"You were blown to bits, Crichton!"

"Kissing Aeryn," he pointed out, giving her his charming, southern smirk.

"You were hopeless," she told him.

"Yeah, well. At lease I had hope."

She shook her head. "How can you be hopeless and have hope?" she asked.

He shrugged. "I was oblivious to my hopelessness."

"Yeah. That's true," she replied. "So, why are you here?"

"Tying up some loose ends," he replied. "Saying good-bye."

"Right," she nodded. "Cause… it's important to… say good-bye." She choked back her tears.

"Aw, Pip, don't be that way," he soothed. "Everything'll be alright."

"You're dead," she stated. "Aeryn's dead. Zaahn…" she got up and stepped away from the bed. "Y'know, at least Zaahn died for something! You and Aeryn…"

He sighed, but still sat on the bed, hands resting behind his head. "When it's your time, it's your time. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."

She shook her head. "It wasn't suppose to be like this."

"Maybe," he shrugged. "Maybe not."

"How can you be so calm?" she asked.

"I'm dead, Chiana."

Her bottom lip trembled and he got to his feet.

"No, no, no," he protested, standing in front of her, gripping her shoulders. "No more tears. Whatever you do, do not waste my death on tears. Do not waste Aeryn's dead on tears. It's not worth it."

"So what do you want me to do?" she snapped. "Tell me what I should do instead of cry!"

He pressed his forhead to hers with another smirk. "Get 'em, Pip. Get 'em good."

She stared at him for a moment, before letting a slow smirk spread across her lips. "Yeah."

"Chiana? Chiana, where are you?"

The door opened, John Crichton disappeared, and Stark walked in.

"Yeah?" she replied, her voice hard.

"You haven't been answering your comm, we were wondering what happened to you."

She sighed. "Yeah. Help me outta here, will ya?"

She felt Stark take hold of her and guide