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Farscape Fanfiction - "The Harvest" (part 3)
Disclaimer: And now, as an adept of the obvious: Farscape is owned by the grand high Mucky Mucks and the Jim Henson Company, I'm just mangling the characters a bit :) I'm making no money off this. No copyright infringement is intended. Any similarity to any other story is coincidence.(and there is similarity to "Long December")
Title: The Harvest
Genre: Farscape ficlit; Chiana character piece; spiritual/melodrama
Rating: PG for Farscape swears.
Timeline: Two years after the Peacekeeper Wars
Summary: Chiana is on Hyneria with a small farm that she's built. She's still not really over D'Argo's death, but someone has just arrived to help her heal.
Author's Notes: Story breaks are indicated by boldface and an ellipsis. Dreams are indicated by purple text.
Harvesting the Hatha
Dreams
The next morning, neither mentioned the events of the previous night, and after a quiet breakfast, they both headed back out to the fields. It took the rest of the day to finish the w’taeh harvest, and by the time that they made their weary way back to Chiana’s small cottage, they were both too exhausted to even eat. Each simply stumbled to their respective beds and collapsed without another thought.
It was Chiana’s screams that brought Yael to her room once more. This time, he did not allow himself to be driven away and after an arn, Chiana finally began to speak haltingly.
“He died saving us. Without him, we would have all been killed by the Scarrans.”
Yael said nothing and kept rocking the young Nebari gently.
“At first, I was too numb to feel anything. And then, all I was, was angry. Then I started to be angry with Crichton. And that felt right and horrible all at once. I wanted to blame him for living when D’argo didn’t. I wanted to blame him, but every time I did, I remembered Aeryn crying over him with a sound like her soul shattering.”
Chiana’s whole body shuddered with a deep sob and Yael held her tighter, whispering soothing words of comfort.
“Then, after the war, all I felt was lost and sad. No matter what anyone did or said, I was so broken that none of it mattered. That’s when I really decided to go to Hyneria. Rygel said that I could have a place all my own, and I thought that if I could do this one thing for D’Argo, if I could make his dream come true, it would somehow make everything right.”
Her petite frame shuddered with the depth of her emotion once more.
“John and Aeryn helped me to build this cottage and get the fields started, then I sent them away. They deserved to be happy. And I really did want them to be happy, even though it hurt to see them like that when D’Argo was dead. I knew that I could never be anything but sad, and it hurt them to see me so broken. D’Argo would have hated that. He would have hated to see me making them sad. He loved them so much.”
Chiana took a deep breath.
“When they were gone, it was easier for me too. I didn’t have to try and pretend to be the old Chiana. And I didn’t have to see what it might have been like for D’Argo and me, at least a little bit.”
“And what would D’Argo have wanted for you?” Yael asked gently.
Chiana pulled out of his arms and faced him.
“This,” she answered fiercely. “I betrayed him once before, I won’t do it again.”
“And you think trapping yourself alone here on this farm, plucking plants that you hate, and growing colder each day in the Hynerian sunshine, is what your D’Argo would want for you? Nightmares every night and pain every day?”
“Get out!”
Yael didn’t move, and Chiana shoved him off the bed. “I said get out!”
The young Delvian looked at Chiana for a long quiet moment, then walked out of the room, fists clenched as he heard her sob herself to sleep once more…
“It would be easier to harvest the dharmajas fruit if we had some trigga crystals. Sprinkle a few of them on the ground around the base of each tree and let the roots pick it up, and the fruit will fall loose,” Yael said the next morning as he tried to not see the dark gray circles under Chiana’s eyes.
“Trigga crystals?”
Yael nodded quietly. “We put some baskets of banta reed beneath the trees, and they’ll catch all the fruit. All we have to do after that is gather the baskets. And while we wait for the trigga crystals to work, we can gather in the chiagos fruit.”
“Where do we get these trigga crystals?” Chiana asked, trying to suppress a wide yawn.
“I can go to R’utha, it’s only about nine helops away,” Yael replied, not adding that the time he was gone would also give the Nebari a chance to rest.
Chiana nodded, too tired to protest, even had she wanted to…
Title: The Harvest
Genre: Farscape ficlit; Chiana character piece; spiritual/melodrama
Rating: PG for Farscape swears.
Timeline: Two years after the Peacekeeper Wars
Summary: Chiana is on Hyneria with a small farm that she's built. She's still not really over D'Argo's death, but someone has just arrived to help her heal.
Author's Notes: Story breaks are indicated by boldface and an ellipsis. Dreams are indicated by purple text.
Harvesting the Hatha
Dreams
The next morning, neither mentioned the events of the previous night, and after a quiet breakfast, they both headed back out to the fields. It took the rest of the day to finish the w’taeh harvest, and by the time that they made their weary way back to Chiana’s small cottage, they were both too exhausted to even eat. Each simply stumbled to their respective beds and collapsed without another thought.
It was Chiana’s screams that brought Yael to her room once more. This time, he did not allow himself to be driven away and after an arn, Chiana finally began to speak haltingly.
“He died saving us. Without him, we would have all been killed by the Scarrans.”
Yael said nothing and kept rocking the young Nebari gently.
“At first, I was too numb to feel anything. And then, all I was, was angry. Then I started to be angry with Crichton. And that felt right and horrible all at once. I wanted to blame him for living when D’argo didn’t. I wanted to blame him, but every time I did, I remembered Aeryn crying over him with a sound like her soul shattering.”
Chiana’s whole body shuddered with a deep sob and Yael held her tighter, whispering soothing words of comfort.
“Then, after the war, all I felt was lost and sad. No matter what anyone did or said, I was so broken that none of it mattered. That’s when I really decided to go to Hyneria. Rygel said that I could have a place all my own, and I thought that if I could do this one thing for D’Argo, if I could make his dream come true, it would somehow make everything right.”
Her petite frame shuddered with the depth of her emotion once more.
“John and Aeryn helped me to build this cottage and get the fields started, then I sent them away. They deserved to be happy. And I really did want them to be happy, even though it hurt to see them like that when D’Argo was dead. I knew that I could never be anything but sad, and it hurt them to see me so broken. D’Argo would have hated that. He would have hated to see me making them sad. He loved them so much.”
Chiana took a deep breath.
“When they were gone, it was easier for me too. I didn’t have to try and pretend to be the old Chiana. And I didn’t have to see what it might have been like for D’Argo and me, at least a little bit.”
“And what would D’Argo have wanted for you?” Yael asked gently.
Chiana pulled out of his arms and faced him.
“This,” she answered fiercely. “I betrayed him once before, I won’t do it again.”
“And you think trapping yourself alone here on this farm, plucking plants that you hate, and growing colder each day in the Hynerian sunshine, is what your D’Argo would want for you? Nightmares every night and pain every day?”
“Get out!”
Yael didn’t move, and Chiana shoved him off the bed. “I said get out!”
The young Delvian looked at Chiana for a long quiet moment, then walked out of the room, fists clenched as he heard her sob herself to sleep once more…
“It would be easier to harvest the dharmajas fruit if we had some trigga crystals. Sprinkle a few of them on the ground around the base of each tree and let the roots pick it up, and the fruit will fall loose,” Yael said the next morning as he tried to not see the dark gray circles under Chiana’s eyes.
“Trigga crystals?”
Yael nodded quietly. “We put some baskets of banta reed beneath the trees, and they’ll catch all the fruit. All we have to do after that is gather the baskets. And while we wait for the trigga crystals to work, we can gather in the chiagos fruit.”
“Where do we get these trigga crystals?” Chiana asked, trying to suppress a wide yawn.
“I can go to R’utha, it’s only about nine helops away,” Yael replied, not adding that the time he was gone would also give the Nebari a chance to rest.
Chiana nodded, too tired to protest, even had she wanted to…