Pre-Proposal Jitters

Or

John Crichton Needs Help

Rated G

Setting: Sometime between Twice Shy and Mental As Anything/Bringing Home the Beacon

Farscape ain't mine, dawgonit. Wish it were, but alas... No profit is being made, no characters are being harmed. Not even any betas were damaged during the making of this fic. Hope you enjoy it, please let me know if you do.


"Pilot?"

"Yes, Commander?"

"Could you, uh, give me a hand with something?"

"Give you a hand...?"

"Help me out."

"Certainly, Commander. What can I help you with?"

"Well, uh, yeah."

"Commander?"

"It's just that..."

"John..."

"Okay, here's the thing."

"Yes?"

"I'm, ahh... I'm going to ask Aeryn to marry me and I need your help."

"That's wonderful, John, but...how could I possibly help you with that?"

"I need a boat."

"A boat."

"Yeah, a boat."

"Why do you need a boat?"

"I don't know, I just need a boat. And, eventually, a lake."

"You need a boat, but you do not know why you need a boat?"

"Will you stop repeating everything I say?"

"Certainly, Commander. When you start making sense."

"Sorry, Pilot. Okay. I'm going to ask Aeryn to marry me and I want it to be romantic."

"Romantic."

"You're doing it again..."

"I apologize, Commander."

"I want it to be romantic and private."

"Priv— You want a boat, and at some point a lake, so that you and Aeryn may leave Moya so that you will not be overheard?"

"Exactly! That is the correct answer."

"Moya says that the DRDs should be able to build a boat to your specifications, Commander, and she also expresses her congratulations."

"Good. That's...good. Tell her thank you for me."

"I will do that."

"Pilot?"

"Yes, Commander?"

"I love you, man."