"Leave me alone, Crichton." Chiana shifted away from him, glaring into him as he chased after her into Mokans quarters. "I frelling enjoy Shelan remember? So I'm just going to stay here until I remember what happend so I can like it all over again!"

Crichton blinked slowly, turning his head away as he ran his hand through his hair. His face flushed.

"I don't know what came over me," he spoke miserably. "I - I'm sorry."

"You're frelling sorry!" She shouted in his face as she clenched her fists. "I don't take everything standing down, who the hell do you think you are?"

"Chiana, hell is from my world."

"Don't you dare," she punched her finger into his chest, poking him as hard as she could. "I'm not a frelling tralk just because I wasn't aware of what was going on. I wanted to be faithful to you and he took that from me. But, you - you frelling think I wanted him to do that to me?"

"No - I didn't - "

"Yes you did!" She jumped high, hitting him as hard as she could across his shoulder poked him as tears came to her eyes. "Frell you! You frelling love Aeryn more than you do me - and she's dead! I hear you calling her name out while you sleep! How frelling dare you do this to me now!"

"Chiana - stop, poking me." Crichton backed into the hall, raising his hands as an irritated glare rose into his eyes as she followed.

"Frell you!" She poped off as she poked him again as hard as she could. "I am there for you every time you frelling said you were in pain and when it's my turn I get the same dren I've ever gotten from anyone. I have looked past so much I don't even know if I frelling care what you think about me at all!"

"Stop! Poking me!" Crichton flinced his face into a dark grimmance as he snapped his fingers into her ear. She tocked her head away from it and snareld.

"I'll stop poking you motherfreller," She growled as she upper cut him square across the jaw, sending him reeling to one side. "Like it damn you! Frelling enjoy that!"

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Nhfearme
1/18/01
DarkSide II
IC:

"I cannot believe you would do this to me."

"To you?" Chiana glares at him. "Get Frelled."

"Is that what you're doing Chiana? Seeing Shelan behind my back?"

"What?"

"He admitted to drugging you. But you were still able to make the call. Were you really out of it when he did that to you?" He grabs Chiana firmly by the shoulders and glares into her eyes. "Tell me the truth."

"You faithless bastard." She says coldly, studying his eyes. "I gave you back your ring. That should tell you all you need to know."

John lets go of her shoulders. "Fine." He turns slowly and leaves her standing there.

Chiana stands, almost in shock. It is over. He has gone. She cannot think any more. She sits on the end of the bed, numb.

John is well on the way to the landing bay when he stops and turns around. He heads toward Captain Shelan's cell. He reaches and opens the cell. He drags Shelan out and hefts him over his shoulder. "I'll find the truth." He says carrying Shelan away.

Chiana glances up and sees John carrying Phillip past the doorway.

"Where do you think you're going with him?" She shouts.

John keeps walking. Chiana runs. She catches up to John and puts her arms to his chest stopping him.

"Stop!" She says. "Put him down!"

"You're defending your lover now?" John says looking her in the face.

Chiana looks at him and growls. She raises her hand and slaps John, hard.

"Aaa!" John yells and lets Captain Shelan slip to the deck.

Chiana runs. John runs after her.

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John Crichton sits in the Aurora Chair. The Chair turns. It fires. Crichton screams, then cries, "Let me go! You bastard!"

Scorpius stands, watching John make love to his dead wife, Officer Aeryn Sun, on the monitor. Scorpius smiles and draws a breath of contentment.

"Really, Pagar, how much of this is valuable information?" The Hezmat technician complains. "He is fixated on Lord Crichton and his marital couplings!"

Scorpius stands in the Hezmat beam. The room has been outfitted with refrigeration cells to cool him during his interrogation.

Pagar has not bothered to move the Hezmat from Crichton's last interrogation, certain that Captain Shelan is 'pliable' and much too involved with the Lady Chiana to investigate Scorpius' whereabouts.

"That and the Frelling cold has gotten all the way under my skin!" The technician continues. "Cannot we use standard interrogation on him?"

"The heat would kill him in less than an arn, Rasnoth." Pagar reminds him. "Adjust the Hezmat to Kelvo 9 to see if there is improvement." Pagar says concerned. "This abomination must give us his secrets or soon die."

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ChianaGray
1/19/01
Scorpius Dreams of Crichton
IC:

Scorpius glared over Crichtons last results in his chair. He had to know where the ship was for the worm hole experiments. It was no longer the worm hole information though, this had become a vendetta. Crichton dared to escape and illude him! He growled as he turned to Crichton in the chiar.

"I think you're holding back again, John." He narrowed his eyes as he raised a small black shaft and aimed it into Crichtons eye. He began to scream as his pupil glowed in its red light. "I have made a few adjustments, just especialy for you. You'll tell me where the ship and your son are, eventualy."

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Nhfearme
1/19/01
The Search for Aeryn Sun
IC:

John Crichton runs down the corridor after Chiana.

"No! Wait Chiana!"

Captain Phillip Shelan lies outside of Mokan's quarters, unconscious.

In Phillip's prowler a priority one transmission is coming in. The Comms light is flashing.

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ChianaGray
1/19/01
The Search for Aeryn Sun
IC:

"Chiana!" Crichton caught up with her, snatching her arm and pulling her to him. She struggled, slapping at him again. He grabbed both arms, pinning her against the wall. She turned her head away, expecting to be hit and gasped as she came to her knees. "What the hell has gotten into you?"

"Gotten into me!" She grabbed wads of his shirt at his shoulders as she tried to meet his eyes, her own tense with fear. "What the frell about you?"

"Well you keep hitting me!" He nearly shouted as he hit her shoulders against the wall harshly with a slight shake. "It's pissing me off!"

"You keep accusing me of being with Shelan," she glared into him as she sucked in her breath. "You arrogant ass. How could you be so frelling mean to me?"

"Oh so I'm supposed to understand!" He shoved away from her, flicking his hands out.

"Yes," she hissed through her teeth as she tilted her head to him. "If you haven't noticed I'm not a frelling kid ... and neither are you!"

"I - I said things I didn't mean," he grumbled as he closed his eyes, planting his fingers to his tempil as he pursed his lips. "But I know you Chiana. Would you run around on me?"

"No." She stated near tears. "So we both frelling blew it. Could it have been worse?"

"Yes. It could," Crichton glared at her. "You could still forgive Shelan and call him Phillip. I don't want you to. Is that grown up enough for you?"

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Chiana's eyes go to the floor. She has already forgiven 'Phillip.' She lets out a little gasp. Her heart sinks.

John knows the harm Shelan has caused to both of them. He sees her hurting and just wants it to stop. The question he has in his mind. "Why is she protecting Shelan!" will have to be answered later, when they are not in danger of pulling apart.

"Please." He grabs her by the arm. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I trust you." He touches her face.

She brushes his hand away. "Well, I meant what I said! You love Aeryn more than me! That's why I need Shelan. He's looking for her. And when he finds her you'll be free of me." Her tears cloud her eyes.

"Honey," John looks into her troubled face. "Aeryn's dead." He sighs. "Shelan looking for her isn't going to bring her back." He holds her and rocks her. "I'm sorry that I hurt you." He kisses her hair, caresses her cheek. "Please forgive me."

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ChianaGray
1/19/01
The Search for Aeryn Sun
IC:

Chiana held him back, wrapping her arms around his neck as she buried her face into his shoulder and began to cry. He continued to rock her, smelling her hair, his heart drowning in her quiet sobs as he knelt with her. What had gotten into him? He squeezed his eyes shut at the pain he felt rising into his chest and cried with her. He didn't want to let her go, not now, not ever. He loved her too much to let this get in the way.

Chiana felt so safe in his arms now, secure. She couldn't believe how much she missed his strength, how alone and afraid she felt when it wasn't there ... like the whole world was against her and where he had been in her heart drawn empty and cold. Now it felt like he was rushing back into her, warm and re-inforcing like an over sized sebacean bear. She never wanted to feel like that again.

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Nhfearme
1/19/01
The Search for Aeryn Sun
IC:

The thought of losing her makes his heart ache. To hold her again sooths his ache. To be holding her again is the greatest feeling.

He moves to kiss her tears, her mouth. So delicate and moist, she kisses him back. He can feel all of his emotions moving through their kiss, their gift to eachother. He needs her to be his forever.

Chiana's heart is breaking that she could have left him. His powerful love for her draws her to him. She gladly receives his kiss, trembling to be taken by him. She raises her thigh over his and pulls him to her, sighing.

John lifts her and takes her through the hatch. She feels his strength. It builds her desire for him to overpowering. They are in the galley.

She pulls open his vest and pulls it off. John unfastens her bodice and removes it. Chiana unfastens John's pants and lets them fall. John pulls off his T-shirt. Chiana slips off her pants. They slip off their shoes and hold eachother. They kiss with such longing.

John consumes Chiana's neck. She sighs and touches him, stimulating him. John kisses her breasts she gasps. He lifts her onto the galley table. She parts her legs and guides him in. For several moments, they stay there, just holding eachother. He kisses her with such passion as they bond together.

Chiana sighs and kisses his chest, licking it. John begins to move bringing them quickly to ecstasy. Chiana whimpers as tears of joy come to her eyes.

John stops to kiss her and her tears. "Oh, Chiana, I love you so much." John moves.

At her husbands touch, his thrusts, Chiana succumbs to her complete joy in him. She screams with delight.

Captain Shelan wakes. He hears them down the hall. He gets up and moves quickly. He flees to his prowler, crying.

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Phillip is shattered by his love. He woke to the scream her of delight in her lovemaking. He has to escape. He quickly embarks his prowler. He hits the power switch and the launch sequencer; not bothering to belt in. His tears cloud his eyes and his judgement. He has to get away from her and the man who has trapped her.

"How could she go back to him?" He yells, crying to himself. "Why can't she see what he is?" He sobs.

His anger rises again, wishing to destroy the man. He begins to think how easy it would be to trap him. He feels pleasure thinking of the many tortures he could inflict on Lord Crichton.

He is deep in space before he notices the light flashing on Comms. He inserts his Ident chip then hits the switch to open Comms.

"Priority One message, security velca scramble. Sir. We've found Officer Aeryn Sun."

Phillip turns his prowler toward the Command Carrier and increases to attack speed.

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Chiana and Crichton lie against eachother on the galley floor. They are breathless as they try to stand. Chiana falls to the floor, rubberlegged. She grabs John's leg. He nearly falls; he catches himself against the table.

Chiana giggles. She begins to get chilly. She picks up John's vest and slips it on. He looks down and smiles at her. He leans down and picks her up and carries her. He walks with her naked down the hall to Mokan's room. He notices that Shelan is gone. A dark cloud passes over his face.

Chiana reaches down and pinches John's butt.

"Ow!" His mouth drops open. He nearly drops her. He looks at her.

"I thought that is why you left it hanging out there." She says with a twisted grin.

He enters Mokan's room and tosses her on the bed then pounces on her nuzzling her belly. She laughs at his tickling, combing her fingers through his hair.

John looks up her, naughtily and puts a finger to the vest, parting it from covering her breasts. He smiles at her and kisses them making her squeal. Chiana reclines and lets John kiss her body as she sighs with delight.

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Phillip slips his prowler into the landing bay and runs, as the prowler powers down, to Command. He is nearly breathless as he enters.

"What news Lt.?" He asks.

"I'm sorry sir. On close examination she proved to not be the one you are looking for." The Lt. huriedly shows him the data. "Here is the data crystal, Sir and the genetic and voice print data." The Lt. says nervously. "I tried to Comm you sir."

Phillip takes time and looks at the data. His heart sinks that she is not the one. "She is very well hidden." He thinks, "Or Crichton may be correct. She is dead."

He walks to his room and enters the fresher, trying to clear his head. He emerges and wraps a towel around himself.

Another night without her. Another night where she is trapped with Lord Crichton!

Phillip paces. Leah's words ring in his ears. "There will come a time when she will come to you."

It has been nearly two arns since he has left them on Mokan's ship. He feels certain that Crichton is still there, exhausted from making love repeatedly to Chiana.

He winces at the thought. Then he thinks of Crichton in the Aurora Chair, or using his fists to smash in that beautiful face of his.

Command Carriers are notorious for their well supplied torture chambers. Phillip nearly salivates at the thought. He closes his eyes and tells himself, "No!"

He has to be patient, he has to wait for her to come to him again. His whole body pulsates with desire to be with her. Only Crichton stands in his way.

Phillip regrets not taking her as she slept on Mokan's bed. So many pleasures he could give to her that he has learned on many worlds!

He curses himself for doubting in himself. "I have to do something. I have to save her from him somehow!"

This last Aeryn sun his Lt. has found may serve as a solution, he thinks. It was only through genetic testing and voice wave comparison that she was eliminated. Perhaps she could fool Crichton.

If he abandon's Chiana to run looking for her... that would show Chiana he cares nothing for her. Phillip delights in the thought of Chiana without Lord Crichton. Phillip thinks of the pleasure he will have being with her again.

He feels satisfied that the plan will work. He can finally lie down and turn the light off. He sleeps well for the first time in 7 solar days. He dreams of his Chiana.

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ChianaGray
1/20/01
The Search for Aeryn Sun
IC:

Chiana slept, feeling hands slide down her body. She sighed, feeling comforted by the touch as they slid up her thys. He came over her, thier slow, gentle movements teasing. She wanted them to satisfy, raising her hips to thier subtle motion as she sighed for Crichton. She opened her eyes as she came into a point of sheer extasy but the face she saw wasn't Crichton, it was Shelan.

"No," She turned her head, her body tensing like a coiled snake as her instinct drove her to get away but she felt paralized, unable to move. She struggled until she felt a hand come to her stomach, throwing her awake with a harsh cry.

"It's alright," Crichton whispered. "You were dreaming. Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she nodded solemnly and rested her head on his chest as he pulled her to him. She believed her climax in Shelans arms in the hezmat had only been his fantasy. His lust had almost gotten her killed and trying to remember only brought a blank. She moved her hand over Crichtons chest as she gazed at the darkness of the room in solemn worry. She was enraged with Shelan. After all they had done up to this point he just seemed to have flipped out. She couldn't bring herself to hate him, she didn't, but when her and Crichton were fightning, she felt almost as if she were still trying to lash out at Shelan instead.

She closed her eyes, soothed by Crichtons steady heart beat and breathing, drifting back to sleep in his comfort.