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stormdracona) wrote2005-11-25 03:14 pm
stormdracona) wrote2005-11-25 03:14 pm
Farscape Fic
My first one(that I'm willing to post at least) I'm a HUGE fan of Pilot and Moya so um...yes.
Fandom: Farscape
Author: Storm
Rating: G bordering PG
Summery: Late night mumblings.
Note:
It is not long ;P And it is unbeta'd.
It was 'night time' currently, and Pilot for some reason could not relax enough to rest himself as everyone but Moya and he slept. His mind would not stop thinking, and all of it was about the most random things as well. Such as he knew Rygel had tried to go sneak some food for a snack earlier to only get stopped by one of the countless DRDs- Moya told him as much, and she honestly wondered how he managed to not wake up everyone with his snoring when he did go sleep.
He heard Moya hum in amusement in the back of his mind as he chuckled at that thought.
Crichton as normal was a mystery, but as normal he was a welcome asset. Aeryn has been opening up abit more and isn't so 'stuck up' as Crichton put it. He figured he was right even if he wasn't fully sure what 'stuck up' meant. Or what a stick in the mud meant either.
Crichton was just plain confusing sometimes ah well he was a 'hoo-man' after all.
Pilot just then was corrected, D'argo was awake, polishing his sword in his room. Silently lost in thought just like Pilot was. Moya gave him a mental poke.
Chiana was asleep curled up under her covers in a ball. A DRD saw as much, and Pilot noticed she looked peaceful.
If only things stayed that way. Pilot sighed softly looking around the pilots den, tired but to worried to rest. Everyday was a new adventure, a new battle to stay ahead of the peace keepers and to stay alive. Which they were managing but Pilot still worried. This was his crew, and he was in charge of helping them get home.
Moya sighed at him in frustration.
He knew worrying would do him no good, he really should get some rest. Exhastion wouldn't help anyone. Moya seemed to eye roll like "What have I been trying to tell you?". Pilot gave her a tired smile finally allowing himself to rest for the night.
Because like always the next day will always be some sort of adventure for his crew.
Fandom: Farscape
Author: Storm
Rating: G bordering PG
Summery: Late night mumblings.
Note:
It is not long ;P And it is unbeta'd.
It was 'night time' currently, and Pilot for some reason could not relax enough to rest himself as everyone but Moya and he slept. His mind would not stop thinking, and all of it was about the most random things as well. Such as he knew Rygel had tried to go sneak some food for a snack earlier to only get stopped by one of the countless DRDs- Moya told him as much, and she honestly wondered how he managed to not wake up everyone with his snoring when he did go sleep.
He heard Moya hum in amusement in the back of his mind as he chuckled at that thought.
Crichton as normal was a mystery, but as normal he was a welcome asset. Aeryn has been opening up abit more and isn't so 'stuck up' as Crichton put it. He figured he was right even if he wasn't fully sure what 'stuck up' meant. Or what a stick in the mud meant either.
Crichton was just plain confusing sometimes ah well he was a 'hoo-man' after all.
Pilot just then was corrected, D'argo was awake, polishing his sword in his room. Silently lost in thought just like Pilot was. Moya gave him a mental poke.
Chiana was asleep curled up under her covers in a ball. A DRD saw as much, and Pilot noticed she looked peaceful.
If only things stayed that way. Pilot sighed softly looking around the pilots den, tired but to worried to rest. Everyday was a new adventure, a new battle to stay ahead of the peace keepers and to stay alive. Which they were managing but Pilot still worried. This was his crew, and he was in charge of helping them get home.
Moya sighed at him in frustration.
He knew worrying would do him no good, he really should get some rest. Exhastion wouldn't help anyone. Moya seemed to eye roll like "What have I been trying to tell you?". Pilot gave her a tired smile finally allowing himself to rest for the night.
Because like always the next day will always be some sort of adventure for his crew.
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Thanks for writing.
Nutty
(needing to write herself)
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I got pulled in late ;P But gotta love them Levithians n.n
Of course! :3
Storm
(~yes so poor Storm can stop craving for nutty fic :P~)