Five Years Ago
By Kate Carter
Disclaimer: I do not pretend to own Farscape or anything connected with it (what the frell would I do with it, anyway?…oh….right…)
My first Farscape fic! Sorry if it's not that great, my Farscape viewing has definitely been erratic.
It was five years ago today.
When I woke up this morning, I didn't remember the date. After all, when your infant son starts squalling at the top of his lungs, it's not really a priority to think of what the day is.
Aeryn cracked a sleepy eye open and glared at me. "Your turn." With that, she fell back asleep. It's nice to see that my wife's motherly instincts are so well-developed.
I shuffled out of our bed and over to the crib we'd acquired from the Sebacans. D'Argo's wails were beginning to rise in volume. I picked him up and cradled him against my chest. His cries stopped instantly, but he continued to whimper slightly; the signal we already knew stood for "I'm hungry."
"Shh, boy. Didn't I tell you Crichtons don't cry?" I whispered to him, grabbing a bottle and warming it up. I settled down into the chair and began to feed him.
As I fed him, a nagging feeling grew in my mind. I pondered it for several minutes before I realized; it was five years ago today that I launched my mission, testing the Farscape module, and got pulled into consequences much bigger than I could have imagined.
I gave an ironic laugh. If you had asked me then where I'd find myself in five years. I'm pretty sure "another galaxy, married to the alien woman of my dreams, with our child who was born in the middle of a war between two alien races" would not have been the answer.
And yet…here I was.
D'Argo had finished sucking the bottle and fallen asleep again, nestled in my arms. I softly pressed a kiss towards his forehead. "You are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me," I murmured. I held him for a few minutes longer, then placed him back in his crib. I had to get some more sleep.
And as I crawled back into bed, next to my beautiful wife, who snuggled against me in her sleep, I felt so thankful that I was no longer the same person I was five years ago.
(A/N: Yeah. Um…that was pretty frelling bad, not gonna lie. But hey, it was my first shot. Forgive me.)