My Two Chrictons:
The After Effect
By obi's girl
Summary: The long awaited sequel to My Two Chrictons. Sorry, I've been busy w/ school and stuff but here it is....After her encounter with both John's, Aeryn has to re-adjust to life on Moya with both of them without giving away what happened.
I remember when I had to go through this. A blurb of energy manifested aboard Moya, specifically in the cargo hold. John was standing right below it as I pointed my gun towards it. The beam punctured the blob, and sudennly there's a hairy, unshaven, bucktoothed Chricton running around Moya. The second "clone" as we put it was far more advanced than the last; a supposed future version of our John.
Our John let his prehistoric self go because he felt it didn't seem fair that "he" had to go back inside the blob, and then there was the "advanced" John. He wanted to take over John's life; become crewmate Moya, he felt would appreciate.
I never even thought about that incident until now...probably because I'm back in the same situation. Of course, it's not exactly the same situation. There are differences. There are two Chrictons aboard Moya, but they are identical twins - same memories, same make-up...and same feelings.
The same feelings specifically for me. Awhile ago, I said I could deal with us. Accordingly, this was just another problem that could be easily solved. I wish it was; I really do but it's not. Nothing is simple anymore.
Whenever I walk down Moya's corridors and pass John, I wander if the John I'm looking at is my John or the clone. I don't know. Maybe they don't know. We've all known John for three years. I've had the pleasure of having to listen to him ramble on about his home world and their customs. But it's not like that anymore.
Zhaan is dead; Jool is a new addition to the crew (she and Chiana bicker constantly); Jothee has left us and I have two Johns' to deal with. Scorpious, to our knowledge is dead but what I'm talking here is the "After Effect". I know both Johns' are exactly alike, physically and mentally, but what about after? How can I maintain my composure while one of them is in the room, or both of them for that matter?
Answer: I can't.
They both know me; they know my dreams, my nightmares; my fears - the inner turmoil I felt when Crais labeled me irreversibly contaminated". I didn't consider Moya my home; I didn't consider any of the crew my family as I do now. Back then, I thought Chricton was nothing but a "human"; the reason for my excommunication.
When I saw them playing "Rocks, paper, scissors" and "tied" they were, I knew our lives didn't belong to us anymore. My memories, our love, belonged to him. I belong to them, but again, what about the "after effect?" How does that come into play?
**
I don't remember how long I had been standing on Tier 7 before John found me. It couldn't have been that long. Standing on the Tier seemed to be the only place I felt comfort and the solitude I used to have in my Peace Keeper days. I wrapped my arms around me, as I saw Talyn make another circle around Moya. I smiled. I'm glad Talyn's returned to Moya and us. We're his family, and I, to my knowledge, would be considered his "aunt" because I named him after my father, Talyn Sun.
In my Prowler, I begged Crais not take Talyn away from his mother. He countered me by saying that the same thing happened to the both of us, and then he was gone. Thankfully, Talyn's learning he doesn't need Crais to guide him and help him make decisions. Now, all he wants is to be close to his mother and her family, "Us".
I closed my arms as I felt a pair or arms wrap themselves around me. "I sort of knew I'd find you down here." He said.
I laughed, staring at the night stars. Talyn passed over again. I sighed. "It's good to have him back. Moya's missed him so much...and us."
John peered up at Talyn and smiled, "The kid's growing every day. Soon he'll be bigger than Moya." He paused, kissing my cheek, "I know I sneaked up on you before...I'm sorry."
I turned to him, smiling and nodded, "You're not the clone, are you?"
He nodded no and I kissed him again, falling back into his arms. "Is that a relief?"
"Ever since he came on board, all my feelings have been messed in confusion. I don't know who's who anymore. The doctor did say you were genetically the same and he was right...it scares me."
John frowned, holding me closer, "Why?"
**
Clone John walked happily down the hallway towards Tier 7 but stopped once he heard voices on the Tier. It was John and I. He leaned back, listening in, hearing partly what I was saying to John.
"......because John it's not us anymore. There are two of you now. It's more complicated." I replied, leaving his arms briefly. "I don't want to say I don't mind having two of you, but it bothers me."
John walked over slowly behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder, "It scares me too. Before, I liked the idea of having only you to myself but now I have to share you with "myself.' He paused thinking over what he just said, frowning slightly. I turned to him and he shrugged, "Well, it made sense in my head."
I laughed, "At least your humor hasn't been infected."
He tapped his head, "It's all original material, babe. Not even cloning can copy what's inside here." My head fell on his shoulder and I sighed. He bent down, kissing my head. "I know it won't be easy, Aeryn...for any of us, but like it or not, there's another me on this ship and we just have to deal with it."
"Yes, except what if I can't?"
John only looked up at the stars as Talyn passed over for the third time.
**
"Can't deal with having a third wheel?" Clone John mused, turning on his heel, sudennly colliding with Jool.
The Princess shrieked, or yelled, rather, causing John and I to race of the Tier. John pressed his hand over her mouth, pulled her closer and kissed her. John and I stood aghast. John's eyes met with mine. I stared back at him for a micro before racing down the hallway....
**
"John, what the Frill are you doing?"
Clone John let go of Jool, growling at John. Jool stumbled for a minute, staring from one John to another. "Um, I'm just going to..." The two of them looked at her as she stood up and darted down the opposite hallway.
He nodded, "What kind of ideas are you putting in Aeryn's head?"
"Ideas? What the Frill are you talking about?"
John waved his hands, "Don't give me that Shit! I heard you and Aeryn talking on the Tier."
"Yes, but you didn't hear the whole conversation. You came in during the middle part." Chricton scrutinized his twin, "What did you hear?"
"Aeryn said its complicated because there are two of us now, and that she may not be able to deal with it." John 2 glared at him, "Of course, since you're the original you probably want her all to yourself."
John laughed, "Except I've had to myself for the past 3 years and she hasn't complained at all. 'Course, you're here, so yeah, things are more complicated. But I can't help that and neither can she!"
John 2 pointed to his chest, "Are you saying I'm screwing things up by even being here?"
"I'm saying maybe you don't belong here. This is my home, boy, not yours and she is my girl - MY GIRL. She's not your toy to play with when you want to."
"Well, at least now I remember how possessive you are. That's always been one quality about myself I never liked and now I know why." John 2 paused, "But yes, maybe I will take your suggestion and take care of our "little problem", so you can play around with Aeryn all you want and not have to worry about a third wheel tagging along to make things more interesting." He nodded, walking down the corridor.
**
I don't even know why this is effecting me. I love John; ** my John **. I shouldn't worry about the clone. Yet, on some level, I do care about him. I shook my head, rushing onto command. Unfortunately, the entire room went silent the microt I stepped into the room. I rolled my eyes and left command as Jool, D`Argo, Chiana, and Rygel stared after me.
TBC
By obi's girl
Summary: The long awaited sequel to My Two Chrictons. Sorry, I've been busy w/ school and stuff but here it is....After her encounter with both John's, Aeryn has to re-adjust to life on Moya with both of them without giving away what happened.
I remember when I had to go through this. A blurb of energy manifested aboard Moya, specifically in the cargo hold. John was standing right below it as I pointed my gun towards it. The beam punctured the blob, and sudennly there's a hairy, unshaven, bucktoothed Chricton running around Moya. The second "clone" as we put it was far more advanced than the last; a supposed future version of our John.
Our John let his prehistoric self go because he felt it didn't seem fair that "he" had to go back inside the blob, and then there was the "advanced" John. He wanted to take over John's life; become crewmate Moya, he felt would appreciate.
I never even thought about that incident until now...probably because I'm back in the same situation. Of course, it's not exactly the same situation. There are differences. There are two Chrictons aboard Moya, but they are identical twins - same memories, same make-up...and same feelings.
The same feelings specifically for me. Awhile ago, I said I could deal with us. Accordingly, this was just another problem that could be easily solved. I wish it was; I really do but it's not. Nothing is simple anymore.
Whenever I walk down Moya's corridors and pass John, I wander if the John I'm looking at is my John or the clone. I don't know. Maybe they don't know. We've all known John for three years. I've had the pleasure of having to listen to him ramble on about his home world and their customs. But it's not like that anymore.
Zhaan is dead; Jool is a new addition to the crew (she and Chiana bicker constantly); Jothee has left us and I have two Johns' to deal with. Scorpious, to our knowledge is dead but what I'm talking here is the "After Effect". I know both Johns' are exactly alike, physically and mentally, but what about after? How can I maintain my composure while one of them is in the room, or both of them for that matter?
Answer: I can't.
They both know me; they know my dreams, my nightmares; my fears - the inner turmoil I felt when Crais labeled me irreversibly contaminated". I didn't consider Moya my home; I didn't consider any of the crew my family as I do now. Back then, I thought Chricton was nothing but a "human"; the reason for my excommunication.
When I saw them playing "Rocks, paper, scissors" and "tied" they were, I knew our lives didn't belong to us anymore. My memories, our love, belonged to him. I belong to them, but again, what about the "after effect?" How does that come into play?
**
I don't remember how long I had been standing on Tier 7 before John found me. It couldn't have been that long. Standing on the Tier seemed to be the only place I felt comfort and the solitude I used to have in my Peace Keeper days. I wrapped my arms around me, as I saw Talyn make another circle around Moya. I smiled. I'm glad Talyn's returned to Moya and us. We're his family, and I, to my knowledge, would be considered his "aunt" because I named him after my father, Talyn Sun.
In my Prowler, I begged Crais not take Talyn away from his mother. He countered me by saying that the same thing happened to the both of us, and then he was gone. Thankfully, Talyn's learning he doesn't need Crais to guide him and help him make decisions. Now, all he wants is to be close to his mother and her family, "Us".
I closed my arms as I felt a pair or arms wrap themselves around me. "I sort of knew I'd find you down here." He said.
I laughed, staring at the night stars. Talyn passed over again. I sighed. "It's good to have him back. Moya's missed him so much...and us."
John peered up at Talyn and smiled, "The kid's growing every day. Soon he'll be bigger than Moya." He paused, kissing my cheek, "I know I sneaked up on you before...I'm sorry."
I turned to him, smiling and nodded, "You're not the clone, are you?"
He nodded no and I kissed him again, falling back into his arms. "Is that a relief?"
"Ever since he came on board, all my feelings have been messed in confusion. I don't know who's who anymore. The doctor did say you were genetically the same and he was right...it scares me."
John frowned, holding me closer, "Why?"
**
Clone John walked happily down the hallway towards Tier 7 but stopped once he heard voices on the Tier. It was John and I. He leaned back, listening in, hearing partly what I was saying to John.
"......because John it's not us anymore. There are two of you now. It's more complicated." I replied, leaving his arms briefly. "I don't want to say I don't mind having two of you, but it bothers me."
John walked over slowly behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder, "It scares me too. Before, I liked the idea of having only you to myself but now I have to share you with "myself.' He paused thinking over what he just said, frowning slightly. I turned to him and he shrugged, "Well, it made sense in my head."
I laughed, "At least your humor hasn't been infected."
He tapped his head, "It's all original material, babe. Not even cloning can copy what's inside here." My head fell on his shoulder and I sighed. He bent down, kissing my head. "I know it won't be easy, Aeryn...for any of us, but like it or not, there's another me on this ship and we just have to deal with it."
"Yes, except what if I can't?"
John only looked up at the stars as Talyn passed over for the third time.
**
"Can't deal with having a third wheel?" Clone John mused, turning on his heel, sudennly colliding with Jool.
The Princess shrieked, or yelled, rather, causing John and I to race of the Tier. John pressed his hand over her mouth, pulled her closer and kissed her. John and I stood aghast. John's eyes met with mine. I stared back at him for a micro before racing down the hallway....
**
"John, what the Frill are you doing?"
Clone John let go of Jool, growling at John. Jool stumbled for a minute, staring from one John to another. "Um, I'm just going to..." The two of them looked at her as she stood up and darted down the opposite hallway.
He nodded, "What kind of ideas are you putting in Aeryn's head?"
"Ideas? What the Frill are you talking about?"
John waved his hands, "Don't give me that Shit! I heard you and Aeryn talking on the Tier."
"Yes, but you didn't hear the whole conversation. You came in during the middle part." Chricton scrutinized his twin, "What did you hear?"
"Aeryn said its complicated because there are two of us now, and that she may not be able to deal with it." John 2 glared at him, "Of course, since you're the original you probably want her all to yourself."
John laughed, "Except I've had to myself for the past 3 years and she hasn't complained at all. 'Course, you're here, so yeah, things are more complicated. But I can't help that and neither can she!"
John 2 pointed to his chest, "Are you saying I'm screwing things up by even being here?"
"I'm saying maybe you don't belong here. This is my home, boy, not yours and she is my girl - MY GIRL. She's not your toy to play with when you want to."
"Well, at least now I remember how possessive you are. That's always been one quality about myself I never liked and now I know why." John 2 paused, "But yes, maybe I will take your suggestion and take care of our "little problem", so you can play around with Aeryn all you want and not have to worry about a third wheel tagging along to make things more interesting." He nodded, walking down the corridor.
**
I don't even know why this is effecting me. I love John; ** my John **. I shouldn't worry about the clone. Yet, on some level, I do care about him. I shook my head, rushing onto command. Unfortunately, the entire room went silent the microt I stepped into the room. I rolled my eyes and left command as Jool, D`Argo, Chiana, and Rygel stared after me.
TBC