Peacekeeperchuck presents:
Beating a Dead Horse
Disclaimer: Farscape isn’t mine.
Spoilers: Yes, lots of them!... No, only for ‘Incubator’
Notes: Special thanks to unohoo for beta reading my story, and also for being patient with me. Thanks to Atana_Mirtai for offering to beta read my story. Thanks to Alison for giving me the encouragement That keeps me writing fanfic. This story is an AU future fic, so don’t yell at me about being spoiled!
The prisoner was shackled to the wall of his cell, worth much to his captors. They would use him to get favors from their one-time masters. Not so long ago, he was at the zenith of his field, with hundreds of people under his command. He nearly succeeded, came so close to all the things that he desired that he could sense his victory. But it was lost in a microt, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth that refused to abandon him. He was patient though. He would bide his time and be the victor once again. Revenge is a dish well worth the wait. The Scarrans would pay, and so would John Cricthon. He only hoped that time would not run out before he had his chance. It had been awhile since his cooling rod was last changed, and Scorpius was starting to feel the effect of his hybryd’s physiology at war with itself.
And
he had come so close…
The
clank of his cell door broke Scorpius's thoughts. His captors were renegade
Peacekeepers and as such they despised his very being. They broke away from the Peacekeepers, but the same taboos still held
true to them: racial purity. Sometimes Sebaceans could be so short sighted.
Scorpius moved to face his guard, and that's when he saw its energy signature.
It was wrong. Not a Sebacean's, but that of a certain species known as human.
"CRICHTON!"
Scorpius's Scarran half raged, causing his body temperature to skyrocket. So the human was behind his
capture after all. Scorpius fought to control his anger, burning out his
cooling rod would not help the situation any.
"Well,
well, well how the mighty have fallen!" Crichton tone was amused. "I
am so disappointed in you."
Raged
fill Scorpius again at Crichton's last remark. Scorpius let loose a low growl.
It was this human's fault for the problems he was in now. The destruction of
his command carrier and thus the wormhole project had cost Scorpius everything.
"Now,
don't get all grouchy. You don't want to burn out your cooling rod now."
Crichton's tone slowly changed. It became cold and precise, a tone very similar
to Scorpius's own. "Now don't worry, this will be quite painless." With that Crichton pull his pulse pistol from its holster and
aimed it at Scorpius. Wynona whined into life then fired, sending burning hot
energy right to its target.
The
chains that once bound Scorpius to the wall broke loose and Scorpius was
shocked to be still alive. Holstering his pulse pistol John chuckled at
Scorpius's expression. "Slicker ‘n snot.”
Seeing
the human holster his weapon Scorpius saw his chance and he pounced. Quickly,
he had Crichton pinned against the wall.
Scorpius wrapped his hands around the human’s throat.
"I
am so disappointed in you John!" Scorpius threw those same words back with
added spite. "You have always underestimated me."
Scorpius
remark was greeted with laughter. Even with Scorpius's half scarran physiology
John's laughter made his blood run cold. John wrapped his hands around
Scorpius's wrists and easily pried himself out of the half-breed's grasp.
'This
is not possible' Scorpius mind screamed. He was supposed to be stronger than
the human. He was half Scarran, how could John over power him so easily.
Scorpius tried with all his strength in vane, but soon John had him pinned
against the wall.
"You
were the one to always underestimate me Scorpius." John’s voice was low and very dangerous.
"But all those mistakes are in the past. Right now all that matters is the
future...."
With
his left forearm pinned against Scorpius's throat, John's right hand was free
to remove his Peacekeeper issue helmet. What Scorpius saw next made him feel
true fear for the first time in his life. In the place where John's blue eyes
once were, Scorpius was greeted with black emptiness. "You want to know a
secret Scorpy?" John giggled "You're dying."
"Wh.aaaa...tt..."
Scoprius gasped
"Reality
is what the receptors in your brain perceive it to be. I am the mental clone of
John Cricthon, and you are beginning to suffer the affects of the 'living
death'."
"How?..The
chip was destroyed, I should…"
"Be
stronger than me. You would normally, but like I said before. You're dying, and
you don't have the strength to over power me right now."
"If
I die.."
“…then I die too. Bingo, you win the pink fluffy bunny!” John Released Scorpius from his imprisonment, and stepped back. With in the blink of an eye John was wearing his orange IASA flight suit. “Aaaah, much better, that damn PK uniform kept getting caught in the crack of my ass. No wonder PK’s are so grouchy.”
"John.."
"Hush,
Scorpy like I said before that doesn't matter right now."
"but.."
"No
buts, Scorpy. I'm going to give you some advice that you once gave me."
Scorpius
felt his body temperature continue to rise. Scorpius started sway on his feet,
barely able to remain upright. The room spun as he slumped to the floor.
"Be
smart."
Scorpius's
consciousness blurred and slowly faded to black. Barely audible, as if spoken
from a great distance the last thing Scorpius heard was John Crichton's voice.
"Accept
the situation for what it is."
THE END