Rating: R

Spoilers: Yes-Seasons 1-3.

Disclaimer: I did not create Farscape, the universe of Farscape, or its characters. I merely borrowed them for this story, for which I will receive no monetary compensation. No infringement of copyright intended.

Time Frame: Season 3.

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"Pilot, what's going on?" asked Aeryn, as she entered Pilot's chamber with Crichton close on her heels. For the past arn, Moya had begun to experience a number of systems failures. They became so numerous that the DRD's could not keep up with the repairs of the systems that were going down. Even with the help of Moya's crew, they couldn't keep up with the problems as they began to mount up.

"I am still trying to determine the cause," said Pilot. "All Moya will tell me is that she is not feeling well."

"Are you saying Moya's got the flu, Pilot?" asked Crichton.

"I'm not sure what a flu is, Crichton," replied Pilot. "But if you are referring to a disease, it certainly would fit the symptoms Moya is experiencing."

"But you're not sure," said Aeryn.

"Correct, Officer Sun," said Pilot. "I am having problems keeping up with the systems failures, and getting information from Moya."

"Pilot," broke in D'Argo over the comms. "I'm down in Tier 12. There is a massive Amnexous blockage building up down here. The fluids that are building up also seem to be discolored."

"Can you collect a sample for analysis?" asked Crichton.

"Ugh," said D'Argo. "You want a sample for analysis, you come down and get it, John."

"Look, big guy, we need to know what is going on with Moya," replied Crichton. She may be sick, and we need to know the cause. So get a sample of Moya's snot so we can make a diagnosis."

"Alright," said D'Argo. After a few moments, they heard D'Argo speak again. "I've got a sample. This stuff smells like dren. Next time, you get the mucus samples."

"You've got it, big guy. Bring it to the medical bay. We'll meet you there."

**
The crew stood in the medical bay, waiting for the discolored amnexous fluid to be scanned by the analyzer. Pilot operated the machine with Aeryn's assistance, while still managing to regain some control over Moya's systems. After a few hundred microts, the analyzer finished its scans.

"I believe we have found the cause to our problem," said Pilot, over the clam shell viewer. "Moya has been infected with Biomechanis Syndrome."

"What is that?" asked Chiana.

"It is a disease that can often affect young Leviathans who expose themselves to various bacteria in planetary atmospheres."

"Wait, Pilot," said Aeryn. "If this normally only infects young Leviathans, why is it affecting Moya?"

"It must have been from the atmosphere of the Shadow Depository's planet," said Pilot. "When Moya flew into the atmosphere of that planet during the rescue of Crichton, her burns from the fire used to cleanse Moya of the metal eating creatures were still fresh."

"So the disease got in through Moya's open wounds?" asked Crichton.

"Correct," said Pilot.

"How will this disease affect Moya?" asked D'Argo.

"Slowly, her systems will begin to go down. Within two weekens, her vital systems will begin to shut down. Within a few days after that, Moya will...die."

"DIE!" yelled Aeryn. "No, Pilot...there must be something we can do."

"Please be calm, Officer Sun," replied Pilot. "There is something. An element called Rekkern injected into her central nervous system will counteract the disease, and bolster Moya's immune system. Between the Rekkern and Moya's natural bodily defenses, the disease should be destroyed."

"Where can we get this stuff?" asked Chiana.

"I don't know," said Pilot.

"There is a commerce planet nearby," said Rygel. "We could see if they have the stuff there."

"Pilot," said Crichton. "Can you get us there?"

"Yes," said Pilot. "Moya's propulsion systems should function for a weeken longer."

"Good, do it," said Crichton.

***
Six Days Later

"How much longer till we get there, Pilot?" asked Crichton. He and Aeryn were standing on the command deck of Moya, talking to Pilot on the clamshell viewer.

"About an arn," said Pilot.

"And how much longer until Moya's propulsion system breaks down?" asked Aeryn nervously.

"About 12 arns," said Pilot.

"Frell," said Aeryn. "They had better have this stuff."

"They will, Aeryn," said Crichton. "They said so back on that commerce planet. They said that the largest supplier of Rekkern in the region was the Kingdom of Jenai."

"Let's just hope they were right," said Aeryn. "Or that they weren't frelling with us to get the money we paid for that information."

"Rygel seemed to think they were telling the truth," said Crichton.

"OH, PERFECT!" yelled Aeryn. "Now there is a great character reference, Crichton!"

Crichton walked over and put his hand on Aeryn's shoulder. She moved to shirk it away, but Crichton tightened his grip firmly. "It will be okay, Aeryn," he said.

Aeryn turned and looked at Crichton. He put his hands on both of her shoulders, and looked into her eyes. "Aeryn, it WILL. We are gonna get Moya the help she needs."

"I hope so," said Aeryn. "I don't want to see another...." She began to get choked up, thinking about loosing Moya, and Pilot because he would also die if Moya did.

"Shh," said Crichton, pulling Aeryn into his arms. "Its gonna be okay." Pilot turned off the viewer, giving Crichton and Aeryn some privacy. John held Aeryn close to him, letting her quietly sob.

After a few moments, Aeryn pulled back from Crichton slightly and looked into his eyes. They looked at each other for a moment, and then leaned their heads closer together. They began to kiss, but Aeryn pulled back sharply and broke from John's embrace.

"NO!" said Aeryn. "We agreed! We would not act on our feelings!"

"Aeryn," said Crichton. "For a start, I never agreed to that. Second, we love each other. Third, you are in pain right now. I love you and I want to comfort you. Why won't you let me?"

Aeryn began to walk away from Crichton, but he grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her around. "Dammit, woman! Why won't you let me in?"

"YOU KNOW WHY!" yelled Aeryn. "Look at what we have been through lately, John. My death, and resurrection. Zhaan's death and sacrifice for me. Dacon and those nurses in our little trip through time. Your duplication...Oh, I don't even want to go there! And now Moya and Pilot could die! These have been friends, acquaintances, and look at what the loss of these beings have done to me! If I let you get that close, and then loose you, I...I couldn't handle it! I WON'T DO IT! I don't need these emotions!"

"Well you've got them anyway! Like it or not, you are special to me, Aeryn. And I am special to you. Yes, emotions like caring and love come with risk. But they do so because they are worthwhile things! Times like this should bring us closer together, so we can lean on each other for support. Aeryn, baby, don't shut me out. Let me help you!"

"NO, Crichton," replied Aeryn. "I can't deal with this now, with you now. Just...stay away from me for a while, John! I need to be away from you for a while!"

With that, Aeryn turned and stormed out of command. Crichton stood there frozen, wanting to go after her, but at the same time not wanting to pressure her right now. He is a man in love, who see's the woman he loves suffering, and he wanted to be there for her. But Aeryn's insecurities, as always, made things difficult. Crichton finally decided to honor Aeryn's request, and give her space.

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Moya had arrived in orbit around the planet of Jenai, home of the kingdom of that same name. The Jenaians were a space faring race that were known as skilled warriors, but also for being more interested in peaceful commerce with other worlds. Physically, they were built like Sebaceans or Humans, but they were light blue in color.

The crew of Moya stood in command, as they spoke with a representative of the Jenaian government. "I am Counselor Brean," said the man on the view screen. "Welcome to the Kingdom of Jenai."

"Thank you," said Rygel. "I am Dominar Rygel 16th of the Hynerian Empire, aboard the Leviathan ship Moya."

"Is your ship a Hynerian royal liner?" asked Brean.

"Well..." began Rygel.

"No," said Aeryn. "We are an independent vessel, with a mixed crew. We are in need of your assistance. Do you possess an element called Rekkern?"

"Yes," said Brean. "In large quantities."

"Good," said D'Argo. "We would like to purchase some. We can pay you..."

"Wait," said Brean. "Rekkern is substance that is controlled on Jenai. Only the King can authorize any transaction involving the element."

"May we then speak with his eminence?" asked Rygel.

"No, not over the comm channel," said Brean. "All royal audiences must be conducted in person. You may send one of your crew down to meet with his majesty."

"Just one person," said Crichton. "Why?"

"No more than one person would be allowed to see the King," said Brean, "and we like to keep alien visitors to the palace to a minimum. I will send you the coordinates, and greet your representative when they arrive. Good day."

The image of Brean disappeared from the screen. "I don't like it," said Crichton.

"They seem sincere enough," said Stark. "They just want to keep the number of visitors to their king to a minimum, probably for security."

"So who goes?" asked Chiana.

"The answer, girl," said Rygel, "is obvious. I should be the one. I am royalty, the king is royalty...."

"No way," said Aeryn. "You would quivel too much over the price. I will go."

"Wait," said Crichton. "Why you? I could go, or D'Argo...."

"I am closer to Pilot and Moya than anyone here," said Aeryn. "Pilot's DNA...."

"That's just it, Aeryn," said Crichton. "Maybe you are a little too close."

"Just what is that suppose to mean?"

"Wait a microt," said Chiana. "Just a little suggestion, but...whoever goes down there will be speaking on behalf of Moya and Pilot. Why don't we let them choose someone?"

Everyone looked at each other, and then D'Argo spoke. "It makes sense, I suppose. And it would settle the argument. Pilot, who would you and Moya choose?"

Pilot, over the clamshell viewer, communed with Moya as the crew waited for a reply. After a few moments, Pilot spoke. "Moya and I feel that this is a difficult choice. We know that any of you would do your best on our behalf. But, we feel a special kinship with Officer Sun and feel it should be her that goes."

"Good," said Aeryn. "Now that the question is settled, I'll go and ready a transport. Rygel, do you have an inventory of our supplies and currency we can use for barter?"

"Yes, I have it here," said Rygel, handing it to Aeryn.

"I'll be back as soon as possible," said Aeryn. She left command, and headed for the landing bay. Crichton followed her into the corridor.

"Aeryn," said Crichton. "I don't like you going down there alone."

"I can take care of myself, John," she said. "Besides, I need to get away for a while. I am feeling...confined here."

"Confined," said Crichton. "You mean you want to get away from me for a while. Is that it?"

Aeryn was silent for a moment before replying. "Don't think too much about it, John. I am going down there to help Moya and Pilot, and I do need to get away to...what do you call it...get some air."

"Admit it, Aeryn. Its me, isn't it?"

"John, I don't need this dren right now!" yelled Aeryn. "I told you I need some time apart from you! This is a perfect opportunity."

"FINE!" yelled Crichton with frustration. "Have all the fucking air you want! Hell, take a vacation, get a sun tan, whatever you want to do! I'd love to be rid of you for a while!"

"FINE!" yelled Aeryn.

"SUPER!" yelled Crichton. He turned, and went back towards command, while Aeryn continued on to the landing bay to ready a transport pod.

**
Aeryn stepped out of the transport pod and onto the landing pad outside of the Jenaian Royal Palace. She took in her surroundings, and found herself in an area surrounded by lush greens and flowers. In front of her was the palace, a large gray structure about 4 stories high that looked like it was at least a thousand cycles old. Although it was an ancient structure, it was one that was immaculately maintained.

She saw a Jenaian man she recognized as Counselor Brean approaching her. He was about Aeryn's height, with black hair looking slightly odd when contrasted with his blue skin. He wore a silver robe like garment that was tied at the waist with a black belt.

When Brean saw Aeryn, he did not look pleased. Aeryn sensed that there was a problem, but proceeded normally.

"I am Aeryn Sun," said Aeryn. "I was one of the people you spoke to from Moya."

"Yes," said Brean. "I remember. Aeryn Sun, I apologize for an error I have made in my instructions. I did not think about it, and I should have."

"Think about what? What's the problem?"

"You see, our society is male dominated. Our king would not grant an audience to a woman, even an alien one. I should have told you, and my error has caused a problem. I beg your forgiveness."

"Its...alright," said Aeryn, hesitantly. "How should we proceed now?"

"Would it be possible for one of the men from your crew to come down?"

"I...suppose. But, I was chosen by the Leviathan and her Pilot as their representative. The Rekkern is for Moya, to cure her of a serious illness. I can ask them to choose someone else..."

"Oh, no," said Brean. "I did not realize. As a representative of his majesty, I would not want to insult your Pilot or Moya. They, and your crew, are guests of the Kingdom. My error should not embarrass the king, or cause trouble for your people. Perhaps there is another way."

"What's that?"

"Although you can not speak to the king in audience, perhaps someone can speak for you. I know. Prince Dalian, he might speak to his Father on your behalf, if you meet with him. I will take you to him. Come."

Brean led Aeryn towards the palace. On the way, Aeryn asked about this Prince that they were going to meet. Brean told Aeryn that Dalian is the second son of King Acrion, and that he is also the most free minded of the King's children. The Counselor felt that Dalian would have no problem with speaking to the King on Aeryn's behalf.

After they entered the palace, they headed down a long corridor towards an training area, where Brean informed Aeryn they would find Prince Dalian. While walking through the corridor, the pair passed a Jenaian woman, the first Aeryn had seen. She had long, blonde hair and was wearing a silver skirt. But what was most striking to Aeryn was what she was not wearing, which is anything above the waist. Curious about why the woman was half naked, she decided to ask Brean about it.

"Counselor," she began, "why was that woman topless?"

"Oh, that," he replied. "Jenaian women do not wear clothing above the waist. Our taboos about nudity are different than what most off worlders are used to."

"Is that because the men require it?" asked Aeryn with a hint of sarcasm.

"It is our culture, Aeryn Sun. It has been that way always. Our women don't think anything of it, it is natural for them. Of course, allowances are made for offworlders."

They did not speak any more about it, but Aeryn was sure that the women's dress code was set by the Jenaian men a long time ago. Of course, the women probably don't object because it is, as Brean said, the way things have always been. This was yet another element of this male dominated culture.

Brean led Aeryn into the training area. It was an open yard of sorts that was within the walls of the palace. Throughout the yard were a number of Jenaian men, practicing in various forms of personal combat techniques. The men were dressed in white garments that covered the area near their waists, but other than that and their shoes, they wore no other clothing as they worked out.

They walked over to a pair of men who were practicing combat with some kind of staff. One of them was defeating the other quite handily, and Brean indicated to Aeryn that the winning man was the prince.

Prince Dalian was a tall Jenaian man, with brown hair and a muscular physique. His eyes matched his hair, and both set off his light blue skin rather nicely. Aeryn, although normally not attracted to alien men, could not help but notice the Prince's rather interesting physical presence. She also noted his skill as a warrior, as he adeptly knocked his opponent to the ground by using his staff to knock the other man's legs out from under him.

Dalian reached down and helped the other man up. "You have to keep an eye out on your left more, Cheran," Dalian said to his opponent. "But you are getting much better."

"I will, Dalian," said Cheran.

The Prince was about to say more, but he noticed Counselor Brean had shown up with a visitor. He looked at the dark haired Sebacean woman standing next to Brean, and took in her features. She was a imposing figure in her leather jacket, a pulse pistol holstered at her side, and her hair tied up in a tight braid. But he also could not help but notice that this tough persona was accentuated by a genuine beauty and femininity.

"Well, Counselor," said Dalian with a smile. "Who is this lovely Sebacean you have brought to meet me?"

"Highness," said Brean. "This is Aeryn Sun, a visitor from an orbiting Leviathan. Aeryn Sun, this is his Royal Highness..."

"Oh, save that part," said Dalian. "Call me Prince Dalian. This is my best friend, Cheran."

"Good day," said the other man.

"Hello," said Aeryn.

"Highness," said Brean, "Aeryn Sun would like to speak with you about having a word with your Father on her behalf on an urgent matter."

"Well," said Dalian, "this sounds important. Let me get cleaned up and changed, and I shall hear what you have to say, Aeryn Sun. If you will give me a few microts."

"Of course," said Aeryn.

"Take her to the central courtyard, Counselor, and have someone bring her some refreshment," said Dalian to Brean. "I'll join you shortly."

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Aeryn was sitting on a white bench made of stone in the middle of a courtyard garden. Brean had brought her a glass of water, and she drank from it as she listened to Brean ramble on about Jenaian politics, none of which interested Aeryn much. She decided to change to conversation.

"So," she said. "Tell me more about Prince Dalian. I like to know more about him before I speak to him."

"Well," said Brean, "he is close to his Father, but less of a traditionalist than the King. The Prince is one of our best warriors, and one who possesses a great deal of intelligence and wit as well."

"He is the second in line for the throne?" asked Aeryn.

"Yes. His older brother, Neston, is the heir apparent. He is more like the King than Dalian is, but is less outgoing than Dalian. Prince Neston prefers keeping his acquaintances to a few trusted advisors."

A moment later, Prince Dalian approached the pair. He had changed into a robe similar to Breans, but Dalians was gold and had a green belt around the waist. Brean and Aeryn rose when Dalian approached.

"Counselor, Aeryn Sun," Dalian said in greeting. He turned to Aeryn. "Has Brean seen to your needs?"

"Yes, thank you," she replied.

"Counselor," said Dalian. "Perhaps if you could leave Aeryn Sun and I alone. I would prefer to discuss the matter with her individually."

"Of course," said Brean. "Aeryn Sun, I shall see you later I'm sure."

Aeryn nodded, and the Counselor turned and left her alone with the Prince. "Now, Aeryn. May I call you Aeryn?"

"Certainly," said Aeryn.

"Good. You may call me Dalian in private. I'm not one to stand on formalities, much to my Father's frequent consternation. Walk with me."

The two walked through the spacious courtyard garden. Aeryn filled in Dalian on the situation, and the Prince was most sympathetic to the urgency of the matter.

"I can see how serious a matter this is for you, Aeryn," said Dalian. "From what I gather, you see this Pilot and Moya as more to you than just servicer and ship."

"Yes," said Aeryn. "They are more like family. I...none of us could bear to loose them. That's why we need the Rekkern element, enough to cure Moya. We can pay for it, I have a list of what we have to offer."

"Before we get into that," said Dalian, "I would like to ask you some questions, about yourself."

"Why?" asked Aeryn.

"I like to know who I am dealing with," said Prince Dalian. "And I suspect you are the kind of person who feels the same way. In fact, I would bet that you were asking Brean for information about me. Were you not?"

Aeryn looked at him with a look of surprise. "How did you know?"

"Perception, Aeryn. Just as I perceive that you are a warrior from your bearing and demeanor. Is that correct?"

"Yes," replied Aeryn. "I am a former Peacekeeper."

"Peacekeeper," said Dalian, who now himself bore a look of surprise. "I have never heard of a 'former' Peacekeeper. I thought you were one until death."

"Normally, yes. I was declared Irreversibly Contaminated by my Captain for standing up to him to protect someone."

"Hmm," said Dalian. "That shows strength of character. You are someone who speaks her mind, it seems."

"Yes," said Aeryn with a smile. "As do you."

"I'm a Prince, that goes with the territory. Tell me, is this person you protected a member of your crew."

"Yes," said Aeryn, her smile fading as she thought of her dilemma regarding Crichton.

Prince Dalian noticed her change in mood, and decided to change the subject slightly. "How do you feel about no longer being a Peacekeeper?"

"Glad," said Aeryn. "Though I wasn't at first. I still take great pride in being a warrior."

"How about being a woman," said Dalian. "Do you allow yourself to be that as well?"

Aeryn smiled. "It is a part of who I am, yes. I don't flaunt myself like a trelk, if that's what you mean."

"You do not need to," said Prince Dalian. "You exuded feminine beauty naturally."

Aeryn froze for a moment, not sure how to respond. Dalian noticed this, and realized he may have said too much. "I'm sorry, Aeryn. I did not mean to offend you."

"Its alright," said Aeryn. "Look, Dalian, are you going to speak with your Father on my behalf?"

"Yes, I will," said Dalian. "But it will have to be tomorrow. My Father is in another city meeting with commerce leaders. How long does Moya have?"

"Another weeken," said Aeryn.

"Good, then we have time. In the meantime, allow me to entertain you."

"You don't have to," said Aeryn. "I could go back to Moya."

"Just to come back down tomorrow," said Dalian. "That would be an inconvenience for you, I won't hear of it. I'll have a room prepared for you. You can call your ship and inform them. Please, allow me the honor of your company."

Aeryn hesitated, weighing her options. Going to Moya would probably be the prudent thing. On the other hand, she did say she needed some time away from Moya, and for some reason, she enjoyed Dalian's company. He was an interesting man, and easy to talk to. She decided.

"I will stay," said Aeryn.

"Good," said Dalian with a smile. "Let's see about getting you a room, then you can call your ship."

**
"Aeryn, I don't like this," said Crichton, as he and the other members of the crew spoke to Aeryn over the comm. She had called up to them to inform them she would be staying on Jenai for the night at least.

"It is perfectly alright, John," said Aeryn. "I am the guest of Prince Dalians. He has assured me it will be fine. Besides, as I told you, I need some time away."

"Aeryn," broke in D'Argo. "Perhaps you should come back. You are all alone down there..."

"D'Argo, I can take care of myself. As a fellow warrior, I would expect you to know that."

"I do," said D'Argo. "Its just..."

"Look," interrupted Aeryn. "This is not a matter for discussion. I will call again tomorrow morning. I am meeting Prince Dalian for dinner in a few microts. Goodbye."

"Aeryn, wait..." began Crichton, but it was too late. She had already deactivated her comm.

"What are you guys getting so upset about?" asked Chiana. "Aeryn's a big girl. She can handle herself."

"I just don't like this, Pip," said Crichton. He then mimicked Aeryn's voice. " 'I am meeting Prince Dalian for dinner.'" He said the last part as he stormed off of the command deck.

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That night at dinner, Aeryn and Prince Dalian talked about Aeryn's life on Moya and how she had come to be on the Leviathan. They ate at a table on an outer balcony of the palace, with a view that overlooked the lush green lands around the structure. Apparently, the Jenaians enjoyed the outdoors, because even Aeryn's room was equipped with a large, open balcony.

The Prince listened with keen interest to the story Aeryn laid out about her crewmates and their battles with Scorpius. At the same time, Aeryn inquired more about Jenaian culture.

"So," said Aeryn, "Counselor Brean told me a little about the roles of men and women here. About this being a male dominated society."

"Yes," said Dalian, "that is the way things have been traditionally. I don't agree with many of those traditions, but as a Prince I am bound by them."

"I take it there are some things that women can't do than men can," said Aeryn. "For example, I can't have an audience with the King because I am a woman."

"It would be considered beneath the King to meet with a female representative," said Dalian.

"What are some other things women can't do?" she asked.

"Women can not be warriors, can not leave the Jenaian Kingdom without being accompanied by their Father or Husband, among other things."

"Yes, like not wearing clothing above the waist."

"I rather like that tradition," said Dalian with a smile. Aeryn gave him a perturbed look. "I'm joking, well partly. I am a male, after all. But I do think women should be given the choice about what they wear, though I'm sure most Jenaian women wouldn't think anything about covering their breasts. In fact, they would probably find it strange."

"Your father does not feel the same way as you."

"He is a traditionalist, through an through. So is my older brother. Neither would ever consider meeting with you."

"Well, I'm glad you are more open in your views," said Aeryn. "Otherwise, I might never be able to get the Rekkern Moya needs. By the way, why is it so restricted a substance on Jenai?"

"While the Rekkern can be used to cure your Leviathan's disease," replied Dalian, "in Jenaians, it is a highly addictive hallucinogenic drug. It is restricted for the public good. But it can be released in special cases. I just have to convince my Father on your behalf that this is one of those cases."

"I see," said Aeryn. "When can you see your Father tomorrow?"

"In the latter part of the day," said Dalian. "I have already sent word to his Royal Secretary to tell the King to expect me. Until then, I will keep you entertained."

"Oh, you don't have to go through any trouble."

"Nonsense, Aeryn. I would enjoy it. I must admit, I have always been fascinated by Sebaceans."

"Have you known many?" asked Aeryn with curiosity.

"Some, yes. Our Kingdom frequently trades with the Sebacean Royal Colonies. In fact, some of our men who have gone there have returned with Sebacean wives."

"There are Sebaceans living on Jenai?"

"Yes. Does that surprise you?"

"For a variety of reasons, yes. Is it just Sebacean women who marry Jenaians, or has it happened the other way around?"

"You mean Sebacean men and Jenaian women? Sometimes. But not as often. The travel restrictions on Jenaian women limit their contact with Sebacean men. Some Sebacean males who have visited Jenai have married Jenaian women. But marriages between Jenaian men and Sebacean women are more common than the other. In fact, a few palace advisors have Sebacean wives."

Aeryn was quiet for a moment, letting this little bit of information sink in. She may no longer be a Peacekeeper, but she still could not shake some of the instincts left from her Peacekeeper training. The ones regarding keeping the blood lines pure were still there, if dormant due to her feelings about Crichton. But when she thought about it, Aeryn could see where a Sebacean female might be attracted to a Jenaian male.

"Well," said Dalian. "Perhaps you could tell me more about Peacekeepers. We have had some contact with them in the past, but we try to avoid contact for numerous reasons. I would be interested in hearing more about them."

**
The next day, Prince Dalian showed Aeryn around the palace and the nearby capital city of the Jenaian Kingdom. The city was small by most standards, but highly advanced and modern in its feel, in stark contrast to the ancient castle she had spent the night in. The Jenaians were a people who valued art and beauty, and had designed a city that was had not only functional appeal, but also appealed to the senses with it winding avenues and multicolored buildings.

Wherever they went, Dalian and Aeryn drew a crowd. This was mainly due to the fact that Dalian was a Prince of Jenai, but it was also due to the crowd's interest what their Prince was doing walking around the capital with a Sebacean woman. When they got back to the palace, Dalian told Aeryn that he had scheduled a training sessions with Cheron, and asked if she would like to attend.

Aeryn watched the two Jenaian warriors battle each other in mock combat, admiring Prince Dalian's ability both as a warrior and as a mentor to the less skilled Cheron. When they had finished, Dalian looked at Aeryn with an expression of curiosity.

"Aeryn," he said. "You are a warrior? How do you think you could handle a fighting staff?"

"I am not familiar with the weapon," said Aeryn.

"You have seen me and Cheron practice. I'd bet you learn quickly. Care to have a go at me?"

Cheron was shocked at what his friend and Prince was proposing. For a Jenaian Prince to degrade himself by combating a woman was unthinkable. Dalian sensed his friend's shocked expression, but gave Cheron a look which told his friend not to say anything.

"What do you say Aeryn?" continued Dalian. "Up to the challenge?"

Aeryn was never one to back down from a challenge. Besides, she would love a chance to show these Jenaian men what a woman trained as a warrior can do. "Alright," said Aeryn. "I'm game."

She took off her jacket, and gave it to Cheron to hold until she was done. Now in her leather vest, she took a fighting staff that Dalian offered her, and held it in a defensive posture. The Prince showed no mercy, and came at her with several quick blows from his staff. Aeryn desperately moved to block his blows, using every skill at personal combat she could muster to just fend off Dalian's attacks. Other Jenaian warriors gathered, and watched as their Prince battle this Sebacean woman who (strangely) was able to hold her own against a skilled Jenaian warrior.

Their bought lasted for a few minutes, as Dalian continued to come at Aeryn with swift blows. But Aeryn was able to block most of them, even though she could not get in any blows of her own. At last, Dalian backed off, and lowered his staff.

"At ease, Aeryn Sun," he said, out of breath. "For one who is not skilled with the staff, you do quite well. I would hate to face you after you had had some training with one."

Aeryn smiled with an expression of triumph, tempered with exhaustion. "I must say, it took everything I had to fight you off. If we have time, I would enjoy getting some more training with this staff."

"We'll see what we can do," said Dalian. "Now, its almost time for me to see the King. I need to get cleaned up. Why don't you go to your quarters and get cleaned up yourself. I'll meet you there after I have spoken with my Father."

"Very well," replied Aeryn.

**********************************************
Several arns later, Aeryn stood on the balcony of her quarters, watching as the Jenaian sun began to dip low into the sky. It would be evening soon, and she still had not heard from Prince Dalian.

She had spoken to the others on Moya both this morning, and about an arn ago, and they were becoming impatient for answers. Moya was getting worse, and although she had not entered into a critical condition yet, she would in a few days.

Much to her chagrin, Aeryn had engaged in yet another spat with Crichton over the comms. He wanted her to come back to Moya, but their little argument convinced her even more that they needed this time apart. She didn't want to stay too long on Jenai, but she was comfortable and their was still time to get the Rekkern for Moya.

Aeryn heard a knock at her door. She turned and walked off of the balcony, heading towards the door. "Who is there?" she called out.

"Its me, Dalian," said a voice from the other side of the door. Aeryn unlocked the door, and let Dalian in. He had a look on his face that said he was nervous about something.

"What is it, Dalian?" asked Aeryn. "Did King Acrion agree to the arrangement?"

"Not exactly," said Dalian. "Um, we need to talk, Aeryn."

He walked over to a set of chairs, and sat down. Aeryn sat in the chair opposite his, and waited for Dalian to explain.

"My Father," he began, "is very amenable to the idea of providing you and your comrades with the Rekkern, for fair compensation. But there is a stumbling block?"

"What's that?" Aeryn asked.

"Well, my Father wishes to evaluate your sincerity in person. You see, he is very reluctant to release any Rekkern unless he is absolutely sure about what it will be used for. He fears that this may be some alien plot to resell Rekkern illegally in the Kingdom to Jenaians. It carries a heavy price on the illegal market."

"But you explained what we need it for, didn't you?" asked Aeryn with frustration.

"I did," replied Dalian, "and he believes that I believe you. But he wants to be sure of you himself. So, he wants to meet you."

"I thought I couldn't meet with the King because I am a woman," said Aeryn with confusion.

"You may not have an audience with the King," said Dalian, "but you may converse with him in a social setting, under the right circumstances. Such circumstances exist tonight."

"What do I have to do?" asked Aeryn.

"There is a reception tonight to welcome the King home from his trip. You could attend the reception with me as your escort." Dalian began to get nervous, and Aeryn noticed it.

"What is it, Dalian?" asked Aeryn.

"You are not going to like it," he said.

"Go on," she replied.

"Aeryn," began Dalian hesitantly, "in order for you to attend, you must...you must dress appropriately, as a Jenaian woman would. Do you see what I am getting at?"

Aeryn was perplexed for a moment, but the moment soon passed as she realized the implications of Jenaian female dress code. She would have to attend the reception topless.

"Absolutely not," said Aeryn. She got up, and stormed onto the balcony. Dalian followed her.

"Aeryn..." began Dalian.

"No! Dalian, Counselor Brean told me exceptions were made for offworlders regarding the dress code for women."

"In general terms as visitors, yes," replied Dalian. "But in this instance, you would be attending a reception for members of the Jenaian palace court and their guests. You would be attending as my escort. According to our etiquette, since this is a Jenaian Royal gathering, appropriate dress code must be adhered to by all attendees."

"Oh, perfect," said Aeryn, sarcastically.

"Aeryn, if it were my choice, I would never have insisted on it. But it isn't. My Father will insist on it, or he will never see you. Look, if you want to help Moya and her Pilot, you must meet with my Father. In order to do that, you must attend the reception tonight. In order to do that..."

"I must go topless," said Aeryn. "Dalian, is there any other way?"

"No," said Dalian. "My Father insists on meeting you tonight, or not at all. I'm sorry."

Aeryn was silent for several moments, considering her options. She did not relish the idea of parading around half naked like some trelk. But, this would be the only chance to get the Rekkern Moya and Pilot need. It was a matter of priorities, and she had to decide whether her pride or her friendship with Moya and Pilot came first. This thought made her decision clear.

"Very well," said Aeryn. "I will go, and I will dress...appropriately."

Dalian smiled. "Good," he said. "I'll bring you some appropriate attire."

**
A little over an arn later, Dalian was waiting for Aeryn outside of her door while she changed into the Jenaian skirt she had been provided with. Aeryn looked at herself in the mirror, half naked with a silver, ankle length Jenaian skirt on below her waist. She had contacted Moya, and told them about the necessity of her attending this party tonight, leaving out the details about the dress code.

Dalian stood waiting nervously, until he heard the door open. He looked up to see Aeryn in all of her glory, standing topless before him. She fidgeted slightly for a moment at seeing Dalian dressed as she was, but quickly got control of her nervous emotions, and put on a strong exterior. The Jenaian Prince was completely taken aback by the beautiful Sebacean woman's body, and stared dumbstruck at her for several moments.

"Could you try not to stare?" asked Aeryn.

"Sorry," said Dalian, coming out of his stunned state. "Aeryn, you look...you look stunning."

Aeryn looked down at herself, and then looked back at Dalian. "Thank you," she said quietly.

"Before we go," said Dalian, "I have something for you." He reached into his robe, and pulled out a beautiful necklace, covered in sparkling jewels. "I would like you to wear this tonight. Its only a loan. It belongs to our family."

"I can't..."began Aeryn. But Dalian had already place it around her neck. The jewel encrusted necklace hung down her bare cleavage, as Dalian secured the clasp on the back of Aeryn's neck.

"I insist," said Dalian, letting his hands graze over Aeryn's shoulders. Surprisingly, although she felt the gesture, she didn't object to it.

"Let's get this over with," said Aeryn. Dalian escorted her from the room and to the reception.

When they got there, they were announced into the room as His Royal Highness Prince Dalian, and guest. The guests stared at the handsome Prince, and even more so at the lovely Sebacean woman that was on his arm. Dalian led Aeryn into the room with his arm locked with hers, and escorted her to the King.

King Acrion was a tall, gray haired Jenaian man, adorned in gold robes and silver sashes that indicated his position in Jenaian society. Dalian and Aeryn approached him, and bowed.

"Majesty," said Dalian, "may I present Aeryn Sun, of the Leviathan ship Moya. Aeryn Sun, my Father, His Royal Majesty King Acrion, ruler of the Jenaian Kingdom and protector of the Jenaian People and Traditions."

"An honor," said Aeryn.

"Likewise," said King Acrion. "I have heard much about you from my son, but even he didn't begin to describe how beautiful you truly are."

"Thank you," said Aeryn, accepting the complement with reserved grace.

"Now," continued Acrion. "Dalian has told me about your need for the Rekkern. I wanted to hear it from you in person. Is it certain that your Leviathan will die without the Rekkern?"

"Yes, Majesty," said Aeryn. "Both Moya and her Pilot will perish unless you help us. The Rekkern is the only element that will cure the Biomechanis Syndrome."

"I have been doing some checking with our scientists since meeting with my son this afternoon," said Acrion. "They confirm your claim about Rekkern being a cure for this disease. But they said it mainly affects young Leviathans, not mature ones like your Moya. How can you account for this?"

"Moya was severely burned recently," replied Aeryn. "She contracted the disease when she entered an atmosphere with the open wounds."

"I see," said Acrion. "Well, I have always found my son to be a good judge of character, and it seems to me you are sincere. I will consider the matter, and inform you of my decision by tomorrow afternoon at the latest. Now, if you excuse me, I have other guests."

"Thank you," said Aeryn and Dalian, as King Acrion departed. "Can we leave now?" she whispered to Dalian.

"I'm afraid not," said Dalian. "I have to greet many of the guests as a matter of protocol. We shall be here for a half an arn at the most, I promise."

The two of them walked among the crowd, Dalian speaking to a number of Jenaian officials and their guests. While they were moving among the crowd, Aeryn saw a Sebacean woman standing with a Jenaian male. Her white features stood out among the sea of light blue Jenaians, so Aeryn easily saw her.

"Prince Dalian," she said. "Will you excuse me for a moment?"

"Of course," replied Dalian, returning to his conversation.

Aeryn approached the blonde Sebacean woman who, like her, was topless and wearing a silver Jenaian skirt. "Excuse me," said Aeryn to the woman.

"Ah, you must be Aeryn Sun," said the woman. "I have heard much about you, palace rumors and all. I am Leena Yal, and this is my husband, Tacton." She introduced the Jenaian man with her, who nodded a reply, before returning to his conversation.

"Where are you from?" asked Aeryn.

"The Royal Colonies," replied Leena. "You?"

"I am a former Peacekeeper," said Aeryn.

"Really," said Leena. "That's fascinating. I would love to hear more about you."

"First," interrupted Aeryn, "may I ask you a personal question?"

"Yes," replied Leena quite affably.

"Why did you choose to marry a Jenaian man?"

"Well, that is...direct," said Leena nervously. "But from a former Peacekeeper, what more could I expect. The answer is because I love him. We met when he visited the Royal Colonies on a trade mission. I had always been curious about Jenaian men. They are...well, to be blunt, they are magnificent in bed, according to popular myth. Trust me, I can tell you after being with Tacton that its no myth. Tacton and I became intimate, and that intimacy grew into love. I married him, and came to live here. Of course, I had to get used to the topless thing. But, what one won't do for love."

The two Sebaceans talked for a while longer, until Dalian came over and collected Aeryn. He told her they could leave now, and offered to escort her back to her quarters. They bid good evening to Leena and Tacton, and left the reception.

***
When they got back to Aeryn's quarters, Dalian came into the room with Aeryn. He had asked her if he could come in, and for reasons she didn't fully understand, she agreed. Dalian poured Aeryn and himself a drink, and joined her out on the balcony.

Aeryn was still wearing her Jenaian dress, but had gotten over her self-consciousness about being half-naked, at least around Dalian. After all, he had seen her in this state all night, so there was nothing new or revealing about it anymore.

"So," said Dalian, "my Father believes your story."

"Do you think he will approve the provision of Rekkern to help Moya?" asked Aeryn.

"I don't see why not," replied Dalian.

"Good," she said. "I want to get the element and get back to Moya."

"Are you really that anxious to return, Aeryn?" asked Dalian. "I thought you had enjoyed your stay here."

"Oh, Dalian, I have. Believe me. Its just...I'm worried about Moya and Pilot, that's all."

"I understand," said Dalian. He walked over closer to her. "So, this will be your...last night on Jenai."

"Yes, probably," said Aeryn. She looked at Dalian, and saw something complex and beautiful in the Jenaian's eyes.

"How do you feel about that?" asked Dalian.

"I...I don't know," she replied. "I have enjoyed my stay, like I said. I have enjoyed being with you. I...like you. You're...interesting."

"Aeryn," said Dalian, "I find you incredibly....stimulating, in many ways. You are intelligent, strong, confident, a skilled warrior, and...very beautiful." Dalian reached up, and stroked Aeryn's cheek. She did not refuse the gesture. "I only wish there were time to get to know you better."

Dalian leaned in closer to Aeryn. She began to get nervous. "Dalian, what..."

"Shh," he said. "Just...enjoy the moment." Dalian leaned in close to Aeryn's lips, and slowly pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. Aeryn found herself kissing Dalian back, and a simple kiss soon became a passionate exchange of kisses. They put their arms around each other, and began to get consumed by their passions.

Dalian reached down to remove Aeryn's skirt, while she reached to unfasten Dalian's robe. Aeryn thought only for a moment about what she was doing before letting passion take over completely. After all, it was just one night, and she would probably never see Dalian again after tomorrow. She was attracted to him, and she was...curious. She hadn't had sex in a while, and this was an opportunity for the sex she was used to...recreational. These factors caused Aeryn to surrender to the moment.

They broke from their kissing momentarily. Aeryn smiled at Dalian, took him by the hand, and led him to her waiting bed.

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The next morning, Aeryn awakened to the sight of morning sunlight coming into the windows of her room in the Jenaian Royal Palace. Next to her, Prince Dalian stirred, his arm moving to curl around Aeryn's body.

She thought about the night before, and her experience having sex with the Jenaian Prince. Dalian was a skilled lover, pleasuring her body better than almost anyone she had ever been with. In fact, the only lover she had ever been with that had been better was John. Perhaps is wasn't technique that set Crichton and Dalian apart, but it was the fact that she loved John and not Dalian. With Dalian, it was just sex, even though she had to admit to herself that it was fantastic sex. With Crichton, she had felt much more than just sexual pleasure.

"Good morning," said Dalian. Apparently, he had awakened a moment ago, and Aeryn hadn't noticed. He kissed Aeryn on her neck, and wrapped his arms firmly around her waist. "How are you this morning?"

"Tired," said Aeryn.

"Well, its no wonder," said Dalian. "We didn't get much sleep, did we?"

Aeryn moaned with a slight laugh. "No, we didn't."

"Aeryn, I have never had a night of passion like that in my life," said Dalian. "You are so wonderful to be with, Aeryn. In every way."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," said Aeryn, turning to face Dalian. "I did as well."

"Aeryn," said Dalian. "I was thinking. Actually, I've been thinking about this quite frequently since I met you. Aeryn, I...I wasn't sure at first, but now I know. Aeryn, I...I love you. I want you to marry me, if you are willing."

This last statement shocked Aeryn. She sat up abruptly. "What...what did you just say?"

"Aeryn, I love you, and I want you to be my wife," said Dalian. "Will you?"

Aeryn got out of bed, and walked over to the balcony without bothering to put on any clothes. She was lost in thought and confusion about what she had just heard from Dalian.

She looked out on the landscape outside of her window, and heard Dalian come up behind her. Still naked himself, he put his arms around her waist, putting his hands on her breasts. "What's the matter?" he asked.

Aeryn broke from Dalian's embrace, and turned to face him. "Dalian, I can't marry you. I don't...I don't love you."

"I...I don't understand," said Dalian with confusion.

"Dalian, I like you. You are an interesting man, and I am attracted to you. I wanted to have sex with you, but that's all. I thought you understood that, and felt the same way. I'm sorry."

"I can't believe this," said Dalian. He walked over to the bed that they had just spent the night together in. "I...last night...that was just about sex."

"Yes," said Aeryn, "recreational sex. Look, Dalian, I'm sorry I didn't think about that you might be feeling more than I did. You are a good man, but...my heart belongs to another."

Dalian rushed over to collect his clothes off of the floor. He was visible shaken and upset as he dressed, not even looking at Aeryn. She walked over and tried to get him to talk. As she approached, Dalian yelled.

"Keep away from me!" he yelled. Dalian then stormed out of Aeryn's room, leaving her standing in silence in the empty room.

**
Two arns later, Aeryn was checking in with Moya over her comm unit. Pilot informed her that Moya was stable for now, but that her condition would begin to deteriorate rapidly within a day. Meanwhile, Aeryn filled Moya's crew in on the progress she had made down there, leaving out her intimate encounter with Dalian. She didn't know whether or not she would tell anyone about it yet, but she knew now was definitely not the time to tell them.

"When should you hear from King Acrion?" asked D'Argo over the comm.

"By mid day at the latest," she said. "Hopefully, if the King approves the sale of the Rekkern, which I think he will, we can get the element to Moya this evening."

"Good," said John. "We miss you up here." Aeryn could hear in John's voice that what he was really saying was that he missed her, and it made her feel good. She smiled as she replied.

"Likewise," she said. "I'll call you when I have an answer. Aeryn out."

She deactivated her comm, and stood looking at the view from her room's balcony. Aeryn thought about Dalian, and about how she had hurt him. She felt bad, but she sincerely thought that the two of them were of like mind last night, that it would be their one and only night together. She needed the release of tension that sex with Dalian provided, but she didn't consider his feelings very carefully, and she chided herself for that.

All of this experience with emotions like love and intimacy were things she struggled with, which was a big part of her problems opening up to John. She knew she loved him, but was that enough to allow herself to be a mate to him. Aeryn knew that she had to work through her emotions instead of suppressing them, but it would take time.

A knock at the door brought Aeryn out of her train of thought. She turned and walked to the door. "Who is there?" she asked.

"Its me," said Dalian.

Aeryn opened the door, and Dalian slowly walked in. He did not look at her, but rather walked over to the balcony without a word. She could tell that Dalian was in a state of shock and confusion, and she thought she knew why.

"Dalian," she began, "I can't tell you how sorry I am about last night..."

"Aeryn," interrupted Dalian, "we have more important things to discuss." He wouldn't look at her, so it was difficult for Aeryn to read his emotions. She could only tell that he was troubled by something.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Aeryn, I am...I am so sorry. I never meant to...I should never have said anything. This is...this is all my fault. I wanted....but not like this."

Aeryn walked over to Dalian, and made him face her. His eyes would not look her in the face, and his expression was one of shame. "Just tell me what is wrong, Dalian," said Aeryn with frustration.

"I...I went to see my Father," he replied. "I knew you would want an answer about the Rekkern, and I knew that after what happened, that you...you would want to leave as soon as possible. You must understand, I am very close to my Father, even though we do not agree on most things. He could tell something was wrong. Oh, if I had never seen him, this never...." He looked up at Aeryn, seeing her confusion. "I'm sorry, I should...get to the point. Father entreated me to tell him what was wrong. I was so upset when I left you, that I...I lost control. I told my Father about what happened between us, all of it. Our night together, and what you told me this morning."

Aeryn did not have a good feeling about this. "What happened? How did he react?"

"Aeryn, I was so hurt, and he could see that. That, combined with his old fashioned ideas about women, he...he was angry, furious. He said that no woman had the right to use me and then reject me as you did, or at least he thinks you did. He thinks that your refusal to marry me is a slap in the face to the royal family. I tried to calm him, came to my senses, and tried to take the blame. He wouldn't listen."

"He has denied our request, hasn't he?" asked Aeryn with a grim expression.

"No, Aeryn," he replied. "Not exactly. Aeryn, I'm sorry, but my Father has made a demand in exchange for the Rekkern. He will provide your crew with the Rekkern you need for the price we have quoted to you. But now...there is an added demand he has made. He will only give your people the Rekkern if...if you, Aeryn, agree to marry me."

Aeryn was stunned for several moments. She looked away from Dalian, and stared blankly at the view from the balcony. Her shock turned to anger very quickly.

"Just because you and I sleep together...this means we have to marry," she said. "I can't believe this!"

"Aeryn, calm down," said Dalian in a conciliatory tone.

"Don't you tell me to calm down!" yelled Aeryn, turning with a look of rage towards Dalian. "Look, I have put up with all of this dren about women here on Jenai. I couldn't get an audience with the King, so Brean sends me to you! The King wants to meet with me before agreeing to the deal, but I have to go topless to a party to do it! Now, I have sex with you, so the King requires me to marry you in order to save Moya! I am tired of it, Dalian! If Moya didn't need that element to survive, and if we had another source to go to, then I would go and find your King and tell him to FRELL HIMSELF!!"

"Aeryn..." said Dalian, but was interrupted again.

"YOU have to go shoot your mouth off to your Father! This is your fault! I bet that you planned this, to trap me and make me your little wife! That's it, isn't it! I am not a commodity to be bargained with, Dalian! I am not your slave!"

"NO YOU'RE NOT!" yelled Dalian. "I realize that! I never would have demanded this of you! Yes, I love you and want you as my wife, but not like this! I wanted it to be your choice! I would never have forced you! Aeryn, I am sorry. I can't tell you how guilty I feel about this. I should have never spoken to my Father, but...I was just so upset, and he is my Father."

Aeryn did not respond, trying to figure out just where and how this nightmare began. She knew Dalian would never have demanded this. In the past few days, Aeryn had come to know him as a caring and sensitive man, one who respects her for who she is as a warrior and a woman. She began to calm down, and try to figure out what to do.

"Dalian," she said. "Are...are there any other options? Can you speak to your Father, or perhaps me..."

"Aeryn, he will not listen. Certainly not to you. I tried for over an arn to get him change his mind, and he wouldn't. My Father has made up his mind, and there is no changing it. Is...is there any other way you can get the Rekkern?"

"You know there isn't," said Aeryn. "Moya does not have the power to leave orbit, much less go somewhere else to get the Rekkern. Is there any other way we can get it?"

"None," said Dalian. "I can not authorize the transfer, my brother can't. The only one who can is the King."

"And he will not unless I marry you," said Aeryn. "And if Moya doesn't get that Rekkern, she and Moya will die." She closed her eyes, and spoke the next words with heavy heart. "Very well," said Aeryn. "I don't see any alternative. I will agree."

Dalian looked at Aeryn for a long moment before replying. "I'm so sorry, Aeryn. I never meant for this....If its any consolation, I promise...I promise to do everything in my power to make you happy. You will be a Princess of Jenai, so that will carry some privileges. I just...I don't know what else to do."

"How do we proceed?" asked Aeryn.

"The ceremony is a simple one," said Dalian. "We can do it in an arn. Only my Father and brother will be present, along with at least one other witness, who should preferably be female. I could ask Leena Yal, Tacton's wife, the Sebacean you met last night. At least one of your kind could be at the ceremony."

"That's fine," said Aeryn quietly. She was in a state of shock.

"You will have to dress as a Jenaian woman," said Dalian, "for the ceremony, and from that point forward. As my wife, it would be demanded by our customs."

"Whatever," said Aeryn. "When can Moya get the Rekkern?"

"After the ceremony," said Dalian.

"Fine," she said. "I want...I want to be able to say goodbye to them when they come for the Rekkern." That hit her hard, saying goodbye to the others. Especially...she quickly put Crichton out of her mind. She would never have the chance now to be with him, and she couldn't bear to think on that.

"Of course," said Dalian.

*******************************************
It was late afternoon on Jenai when Crichton and D'Argo landed their transport pod on the landing pad at the Jenaian Royal Palace. They had received a message from Aeryn about an arn before telling them that the deal was finalized, and that they could collect the Rekkern. She didn't say much else and did not sound like she was herself, which worried Crichton. He was glad that she would be coming home, and that she had been able to get the element Moya needed to survive.

After they landed, Crichton and D'Argo stepped out of the transport, and saw several Jenaians waiting for them with some round containers. The four round containers, about half the size of a man each, contained the Rekkern. They also saw Aeryn's transport pod sitting on the pad where she had left it when she arrived two days before. What the pair did not see was Aeryn?

"Wonder where Aeryn is," commented Crichton.

"Probably bidding goodbye to the people in the palace," said D'Argo. "Let's get this Rekkern loaded onto the transport."

The two of them loaded the barrels onto the transport pod with the help of the Jenaians they had met on the pad. The Jenaians were not talkative at all, remaining silent as they helped load the containers on the transport. When the loading was finished, the Jenaians left and D'Argo and Crichton waited for Aeryn to arrive.

"Hey D'Argo," said Crichton. "If you don't mind, I'll ride up with Aeryn in the other transport."

"I'm sure the two of you want to catch up," said D'Argo with a slight grin. He, like everyone else on Moya, knew of the turbulent relationship between John and Aeryn, and often placed bets on when the frell they were going to come together as mates. Not if anymore, but when.

"Someone's coming," said Crichton, pointing to a group of people approaching from the Royal Palace. They began to make out six Jenaians walking in a group. Four of them were armed with some kind of rifles, while the others were apparently not carrying weapons. As they got closer, Crichton and D'Argo realized that one of the unarmed Jenaians was in fact not a Jenaian, but rather Aeryn. But what really shocked the two of them was the fact that Aeryn was wearing a gold skirt, but nothing above the waist.

When Aeryn and the Jenaians with her got up to them, D'Argo quickly turned away, embarrassed at seeing his comrade half naked. Of course, he had always found her to be an attractive woman, but he did not want to see her like this in that condition. Crichton, meanwhile, stared dumbstruck at Aeryn for a few moments, before reacting to what he saw.

"Aeryn," he said, as he removed his leather jacket. "What the hell is going on?! Where are your clothes?!" Crichton moved to put his coat on Aeryn, but she held her hand up.

"No, Crichton," she said. "I'm supposed to be dressed like this."

"What the hell! Aeryn..." began Crichton, but was interrupted by Aeryn.

"John, let me explain," she said. "This is Prince Dalian," she said, indicating the brown haired Jenaian male standing next to her. "Dalian, this is John Crichton and D'Argo."

"Honored," said Dalian, rather uncomfortably. "Aeryn has told me...much about you."

"Well," said Crichton, "so you're Prince Valiant...um, I mean Dalian. I think Aeryn has forgotten to say something about you, like WHY THE HELL you are having her prance around half NAKED!"

"John," said Aeryn, "I don't know how to tell you this, so I'll be direct. John, I am not coming back to Moya with you."

Crichton looked at Aeryn with a shocked expression. "What...where...what the...Aeryn, what are you talking about?"

"John, I'm staying on Jenai. About...two arns ago, Prince Dalian and I were....married."

John was as stiff as a board, knowing that if he moved, he would collapse to the ground. He was trying to process the words that Aeryn had just said, attempting to find some way of interpreting those words to mean something else than what they implied. Aeryn, his Aeryn, married to some other man.

"No," said John. A tear began to fall from his eye. "This can't...you can't mean that."

"John," said Aeryn, "I made an error in judgment, and that error caused King Acrion to make an extra demand for the Rekkern Moya needs. He required me to marry Prince Dalian in order to get the Rekkern for Moya."

"You mean, he blackmailed you into this marriage," said Crichton, his grief turning to anger. "You were forced to."

"Yes," said Dalian. "I'm afraid my Father...has forced this on her because of my feelings. I..."

Dalian did not get a chance to finish the sentence. In a flash, Crichton grabbed Aeryn by the arm and pulled her behind him. As he did so, John drew his pulse pistol out of its holster with the other arm, and aimed it at Dalian.

"You stay the hell away from HER!" yelled Crichton. This action by Crichton brought a response from the Jenaian guards, who aimed their rifles menacingly at Crichton. D'Argo drew his qualta blade, pointed it at the guards, and growled.

"Unhand the Princess," said one of the guards, indicating Aeryn. "And lower your weapons, or we will fire."

"NO!" yelled Aeryn, stepping away from Crichton. "I order you to lower your weapons," she yelled at the guards.

"But..." said the guard.

"I am a Princess of Jenai, and I gave you an order," she said. "DO IT!"

Dalian turned to the guards. "Do as she says," he said. The guards lowered their weapons. An alarm sounded from the direction of the palace. As the group looked in that direction, they saw a large group of Jenaian warriors leaving the gate of the palace and running towards the landing pad.

Aeryn turned to Crichton. "John, D'Argo, lower your weapons," she said.

"But Aeryn..." began Crichton.

"Do it, John, you are outnumbered," she said. "Please, I don't want to see you hurt. Put your weapons away."

Crichton and D'Argo reluctantly lowered their weapons. As the group of Jenaian warriors, about ten of them, came up, Dalian told them to that everything was alright and to stand at ease. Aeryn, meanwhile, walked up to John.

"John," she said, "I have done what I had to. I will stay, as his wife, to save Moya and Pilot."

"No, Aeryn," replied John, "I will not leave you! Aeryn, I love you, and I am not leaving without you."

"John, you have no choice," Aeryn countered. "You have to go. Believe me, I would come with you if at all possible, but I can't. For Moya's sake, for Pilot's sake, you must go. Now."

"John," said D'Argo, grabbing Crichton's arm. "We can't win here, but there will be other opportunities. This is not the time."

Crichton looked at Dalian. "This is not over," said John. "I don't care if it takes me years, I WILL get Aeryn back." He then looked into Aeryn's tear filled eyes. "That's a promise."

As tears fell along both of their faces, John and Aeryn kissed briefly. The guards wanted to intervene, seeing their Princess kissed by a man who was not her husband, but Dalian motioned to them not to.

John and D'Argo turned, and went to the transport pods. Before John entered the one Aeryn came down to the planet in, he heard Aeryn call his name.

"John," she said. Crichton turned to look at her. In between her sobs, she said those words that always made John's heart skip a beat. "I love you."

"I love you," he said back to her. He slowly turned, and climbed into the transport pod. Aeryn, Dalian, and the guards walked back towards the palace as the engines on the transports fired up.

As the two ships took off, Aeryn turned and watched them go. Tears fell freely from her face as she saw D'Argo and John Crichton, the only love of her life, leave for Moya with their precious cargo of Rekkern. She watched the ships climb into the sky, until they disappeared from view. Finally, Aeryn turned and went back into the palace with her husband.

**
Dalian and Aeryn stepped into their bedchambers after coming back from seeing Crichton and D'Argo off. Without saying a word, Aeryn went to the bathroom and closed the door. Dalian walked over to the closed door and heard the sound of sobs coming from the other side.

"Aeryn," he said. "Are you alright?"

"I'm cleaning myself up," she said. "Go away."

"Aeryn..." he began.

"GO AWAY!" she yelled.

The Prince closed his eyes, feeling her hurt and anger at having to be separated from her home and friends. He decided to give her some time, and walked over to the balcony. For an arn, he stood there, and watched the Jenaian sun sink lower and lower into the sky. Aeryn still did not come out of the bathroom in that time, but Dalian respected her solitude.

He thought about what he had witnessed on the landing pad, the exchange of vows of love and kisses between John Crichton and Aeryn Sun. While they had done so, Dalian looked at them both, paying special attention to every mannerism and every look they gave each other. He also remembered Crichton's vow to do anything possible to get back the woman he loved.

Dalian could understand Crichton's feelings, for he too loved Aeryn. But the conclusion he came to was that he did not love her as much as Crichton did, and that Aeryn (no matter how much time would pass) would never love Dalian like she loves Crichton. Looking at them, Dalian felt with heavy heart that those two people belonged together, and no power in the universe would ever change that. Not his Father's authority as King, and not Dalian's love for Aeryn, would change that fact.

Because Dalian loved Aeryn, he came to a decision about actions that he must take. He walked over to a table where Aeryn had left some of her possessions. Dalian sifted among them until he found Aeryn's comm unit. Raising it to his mouth, Dalian activated it.

"Prince Dalian to Moya," he said into the comm. "Can anyone hear me?"

"This is Moya's Pilot," said a voice over the comm.

"Pilot," said Dalian. "I've heard much about you from Aeryn, but I'm afraid I don't have time to talk about that now. May I please speak with John Crichton? It is urgent."

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When Crichton and D'Argo had gotten back from the planet with the Rekkern, the rest of the crew had been stunned to find out about what Aeryn had to do to get the element. Pilot in particular was upset because the sacrifice she had made had been partially for him.

After they had finished making the numerous injections of the Rekkern into Moya's neural nexus, Crichton left the others and went to some unknown destination on Moya. The rest of the crew decided to give Crichton his space, while they monitored Moya.

A couple of arns later, Moya was showing a marked improvement in her condition, but still no Crichton to be found. D'Argo suspected that Crichton would do something rash, so he headed for the landing bay. When he got there, D'Argo found Crichton preparing his module for launch. The Human was armed to the teeth, equipped with a heavy pulse rifle, two pulse pistols, and some of the explosive charges Aeryn had procured some monens ago.

"Crichton, what the frell are you doing?" asked D'Argo in a low, but serious tone.

"Oh, I'm just going out for a spin, D'Argo," replied John, trying to act nonchalant. "Just need to clear my head."

"And what are the heavy weapons for? Clearing your head by blowing someone's head off."

"Okay," said Crichton, "I give up. You caught me. Yes, I am going down to get Aeryn back. Any objections?"

"A few questions," said D'Argo. "Do you know anything about the defenses at the Jenaian Royal Palace? Do you know where Aeryn can be found in the building? How do you intend to get in the building? How will you get Aeryn out of the building? Those are just a few to start with."

"D'Argo, I have to do something. We are not leaving Aeryn down there!"

"No, we are NOT!" replied D'Argo. "But we need time, a plan, and more information before we go down there. If you go down there alone, you will only get yourself, and possibly Aeryn killed! You are always the one advocating the use of brains instead of braun!"

"Yeah, well not now, not while they've got Aeryn!" yelled Crichton. "I'm going down there, and I'm gonna blast into that palace, and I'm going to kill ANYONE that gets between me and Aeryn! And before I go, I am going to stick a fucking grenade into that pretty boy Prince's pants!"

"John, just listen to yourself!" yelled D'Argo.

"Excuse me," interrupted Pilot over the comm unit.

"Not now, Pilot!" yelled Crichton.

"What is it, Pilot?" asked D'Argo.

"I am receiving a transmission from the planet," said Pilot over the clamshell viewscreen.

"Is it Aeryn?" asked Crichton in a hopeful tone.

"No," said Pilot. "It is Prince Dalian."

"Dalian!" said Crichton with surprise. "What the hell...put him on."

The image of Prince Dalian appeared on the viewscreen. "Well, well," said Crichton. "Don Juan Dalian. You calling to gloat! Oh, and if you are offering to show us a video of the wedding, I'm not interested!"

"Crichton," said Dalian. "I know you have no reason to trust me, and every reason to be angry. But, please...hear me out. I want to return Aeryn to you, but I need your help to do that."

"You want to what?" asked Crichton in disbelief. "How do I know this isn't some kind of trap?"

"It isn't," said Dalian. "I want to do the right thing, for Aeryn. I...care for her, very much, and I want her to be happy. Please, listen carefully."

**
Aeryn came out of the bathroom, and found Dalian had left their quarters. She was glad of the solitude as she walked out onto the balcony and looked up at the stars. The stars had always been her home, and Moya had become her home among the stars. But now, she contemplated on the fact that she would probably never see Moya again.

The solitude was short lived, as Dalian came into the room. He seemed to be in a hurry, and was carrying a bag over to the table where Aeryn had left out many of her possessions. Aeryn stared at Dalian with an odd expression, as she watched him begin to fill the bag with her things.

"Dalian," she said with a perplexed tone. "What are you doing?"

"Getting you ready to leave," he said. "Do you have anything else you want to take with you? I know your clothes are in the cabinet."

"Dalian, where...where are we going?"

"You, Aeryn Sun, are going home to Moya...and to John Crichton."

Aeryn was completely taken aback by what she had just heard. Of all of the shocks she had been subjected to in the past day, this one was perhaps the one she was least prepared for. "Are you serious?" she asked unsure of what Dalian was doing.

"Very," said Dalian. "But we must act quickly. You and I are going to very calmly go for a walk through the forest near the palace. I have contacted Crichton, and he will wait for us in a clearing that I know of in the forest. But we have to move quickly. If he stays too long after he lands, our warriors will track down where his transport landed."

He opened the cabinet, and put Aeryn's leather pants, vest, and jacket in bag. Closing the cabinet, he looked at Aeryn. "Anything else?"

Aeryn smiled. "No," she said. "Dalian, I...I don't know what to say. What will happen when your Father finds out?"

"I will claim we were walking, and Crichton intercepted us, held me at gunpoint and took you with him. You will both be fugitives from Jenaian justice, so you can never return to Jenai. If you do, it means death for treason. Of course, that means...I will never see you again."

Aeryn could see Dalian's expression of remorse and sorrow at the prospect of never seeing her again. She asked the question that burned on her mind. "Why are you doing this? You could have kept me here, as your wife."

"That's never what I wanted," he said. "I wanted you to be my wife willingly, not by force. Because I love you, and I want you to be happy, I will return you to Moya, and to him." Of course, Aeryn knew that by "him", Dalian meant John.

"Thank you," said Aeryn with a smile. She kissed Dalian on the cheek, and caressed away a tear that fell from his eye. "I will never forget you."

"Nor I you," said Dalian. He kissed her quickly on the lips. "I will always love you. Now come. Crichton will be waiting for us."

They left the bed chamber, and walked through the corridors of the palace. Dalian carried the bag, and would claim it was filled with presents for the children at a local orphanage. Taking presents there was a frequent trip Dalian made, so no one would think anything of it.

Dalian and Aeryn walked out of the main gates of the palace, the guards raising their weapons in salute as the Prince and Princess walked out together. They held hands as they walked, looking every bit like a couple going out for a moonlight stroll.

The pair made their way through the woods, and came upon the clearing where Dalian had told Crichton to meet them. When they got there, they found one of Moya's transport pods, but no Crichton. But that mystery was solved when Crichton came out of the bushes and put a pulse pistol to Dalian's head.

"Step into my parlor," said Crichton. "Hands in the air, Prince. Aeryn, move away from him."

Aeryn did as Crichton instructed. "John," she said. "He brought me here to you. Its alright."

"We'll soon see," said Crichton, as he searched Dalian for weapons. He looked in the bag as well, and found only Aeryn's clothing and belongings. "Here," said John, as he threw Aeryn's leather jacket to the still topless Sebacean woman. "Put this on."

Aeryn thankfully put the jacket on, covering her long exposed body. Crichton then activated his comm unit. "D'Argo," he said. "Anyone following them."

"No," said D'Argo over the comm. "No one followed."

"Good," said Crichton. "Come on back to the clearing. I think we're just about ready." He deactivated the comm unit, and holstered his pulse pistol. "Well, Prince. Look's like you turned out to be not so bad after all."

"Thank you," said Dalian, with a slight smile.

"Your welcome," replied Crichton. He then quickly threw a punch, which knocked Dalian to the ground.

"JOHN!" yelled Aeryn. "What are you doing?!"

"Its alright," said Dalian, from the ground. "This was part of the arrangement we made. We had to make your rescue by Crichton look convincing, so I needed to be...wounded." He said this last part, as he rubbed his jaw. "Unfortunately, it only adds to the charges against you. Crichton, if you are ever caught by Jenaian authorities, the penalties you have accrued will earn you the penalty of death by slow torture."

"Oh well," said John. "After you have been chased by a cadaverous son of a bitch like Scorpius, what's another death penalty charge between comrades. Besides, that felt damn good."

Crichton helped Dalian up, as D'Argo entered the clearing. "Come on," said D'Argo. "I think someone might be coming from the Royal Palace."

"Right," said Crichton. "Aeryn?"

"I'm coming," she said. "Dalian, I...I can't thank you enough, for everything. And I'm...sorry about..."

"Its alright," said Dalian. "You should go."

Aeryn nodded, and ran to the transport pod. She climbed in, and the hatch sealed behind her. Dalian watched as the transport took off, leaving him alone in the clearing. He had never felt so alone in his life.

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The next evening on Moya, Aeryn stood alone in command, looking out as the stars as the Leviathan passed through space. The Rekkern had worked, and Moya was fighting off the Biomechanis Syndrome rather quickly. In a young Leviathan, the ones normally susceptible to the illness, the process would probably have taken at least a weeken. But Moya's maturity allowed her, with the Rekkern's help, the combat the disease faster.

This was a lucky thing for Moya's crew, because they did not get away from Jenai easily. They had to evade pursuit by several Jenaian warships by using Starburst, and Moya had just regained that capability. Once they were out of Jenaian space, their pursuers were left far behind, and Moya was again left to travel unmolested through the stars.

As Aeryn stared off at the view from command, Crichton slowly stepped into the room. He stood in the doorway and watched Aeryn for several minutes, considering whether this was a good time to approach her. She had said little about what had happened down there, only that she and Dalian had experienced more than just friendship, and this had led to Aeryn's forced marriage to Dalian. John was dying to have her explain exactly what she meant, but he wasn't sure if it was the time.

"You want something, John?" asked Aeryn, not turning to face him. John smiled at the fact Aeryn had probably known he was there the whole time. He walked over and stood beside Aeryn.

"I just came to see how you are," he said.

"I'm fine," she said nonchalantly. They stood in silence for a few moments, before Aeryn spoke again. "That's not all you wanted to know, is it?"

"You read me like a book," said John. "Your right. I was wondering...I know it may not be any of my business..."

"It is, John," said Aeryn. She turned, and looked him in the face. "You have a right to know. You want to know about Dalian and I."

John looked into her eyes. "I can probably guess," he said. "You and he were...intimate, weren't you?"

"Yes," said Aeryn. "For one night. I needed the release of tension, he was there, and I thought it would just be for one night. That's all I wanted from him."

"But the King had other ideas," said John. He looked away from Aeryn and stared at the view outside of Moya. Aeryn locked her gaze on John, waiting for him to speak again. He finally did. "I'm sorry, Aeryn. I'm sorry for pressuring you, for causing you to look for...support, elsewhere."

"So you understand," said Aeryn.

John turned to Aeryn. "Yes," he said. "I've been there, remember." Of course, he was referring to his fling Peacekeeper agent Jenavia Chatto on the Royal Planet. He had told Aeryn about it, and she had not been pleased, but seemed to take it better than he could have hoped for. After all, he had needed someone to lean on, and Aeryn wasn't there. Now, their roles were reversed, and Aeryn had needed release without complications.

"Yes, I remember," said Aeryn. They looked at each other for a long moment. John raised his hand slowly to Aeryn's cheek, and brushed her cheek with the palm of his hand.

"Aeryn, I know that...what we are feeling for each other is new for you. Its new for me too, because I have never loved anyone like I love you. But, I know for you, it's a complicated thing. But we'll work through it...together."

John leaned into Aeryn's face, and she met his move, bringing their lips together in a passionate kiss. Aeryn broke from the kiss after a moment, and put her arms around John's waist. He put his arms around her, and waited for her to speak.

"John, I know that...I can be frustrating, to you. Of course, if anyone could ever be called frustrating, its you." They exchanged a smile over the last remark. "But, I need...I need time. I need to be able to work out my feelings for you, and how they can fit into my life. I do love you, but I don't know....I don't know if that's enough. I just need time."

"I understand," said John. He cupped Aeryn's face in his hands. "Aeryn, baby, I will never stop loving you, and I will wait for you as long as it takes." John kissed Aeryn's forehead, and pulled her into his arms.

They stood there for a long time without speaking, John finally breaking the silence. "So, Aeryn, I guess this means we are both...technically married to other people."

Aeryn chuckled slightly. "I don't see the marriages in either case to be binding. Do you?"

"Nope," said John.

The End