cozzybob (cozzybob) wrote in cozzybabbles, @ 2008-02-25 03:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | farscape, john crichton |
[Farscape] Clonicide
Clonicide
by cozzybob
Pair: John, John and a little John/Aeryn
Warning: Complete lack of Talyn. And Crais. And things.
Note: flamesword on LJ made me do this, so I blame her. xD This falls shortly after Eat Me. It's my first Farscape fic--after reading this stuff for the last year and a half, I just couldn't take it anymore.
Summary: Crichton attempts to murder his double.
The problem with having a double--twin--clone--carbon-freaking-cop
Crichton hated John, because John got Aeryn, the notebook, Wynona, and the black shirt. All of the important things. The only thing John left Crichton was his room, and the unwanted sympathy of D'argo, who still wasn't quite sure how to deal with the situation.
After all, how do you deal with something like that? D'argo had his own problems.
So on the third day of watching John steal everything most important to Crichton, Crichton couldn't take it anymore. He took Wynona number 2 and cornered John as he leaned on the wing of Crichton's module, eating stale food cubes. Crichton had Wynona number 2 aimed at John's forehead, but John didn't even pretend to look surprised. It was hard to get surprised at yourself, especially when you knew exactly how the other you that wasn't you thought about things.
"Hey Crichton," John said.
"The name's John," Crichton said.
"No. Your name is Crichton. We went over this already."
Crichton laughed. He couldn't help it. He waved his Wynona in a loose gesture, shrugging the frustration off his shoulders, even as it piled back up again. "No we didn't," Crichton said, because if he had went over it, he wouldn't have agreed to be called Crichton. "They started calling you John. They went over this." It wasn't fair, really.
John laughed at his expense, and it was the same old Earth-man madness shared between them. "You can be John if you want to, Crichton, but I've still got the girl."
It was uncalled for, and Crichton fired his gun out of blind rage, but he missed. These days, Crichton (and John) never missed... often, and he had definitely intended to kill his double. He swore loudly. "Damnit!"
John lifted an eyebrow. He pulled out Wynona number 1. "Here, lemme try."
Testing a theory, John fired at Crichton's chest. And promptly missed.
Cursing.
Crichton, in his mounting frustration, hurled Wynona number 2 at Moya's soft golden wall, and roared. "Fuck," he said. Well, very loudly.
"Fuck is right."
They stared at each other, and with an unspoken truce, they both slid to the floor. John holstered Wynona number 1 again.
"So." Spoken at the same exact time, in one loud John Crichton voice.
They glared at each other.
Crichton scratched the back of his head and looked around. This was awkward.
John sighed. "You got Harvey, too? That's interesting."
"Yeah," Crichton said. Everything had been copied perfectly, it seemed, but Crichton wouldn't mind being the clone if it meant the lack of Nosfaratu crawling around in his head.
John frowned. "This doesn't make any sense, you know. With the chip gone, I can kill myself any damn time I want to. Assuming that's why I can't kill you." And John's look said, I'm pretty sure I want to kill you.
But Crichton didn't care, not really. Not anymore. Instead, he wondered, "Is it suicide if I kill you?"
John shrugged. "Is it homicide if I kill you?"
"It's clonicide," Crichton said.
They laughed, but only for a moment. Then Crichton stormed out to find Aeryn, and John followed, intent to find her first.
--Fini