Episode Report Card Jacob: A+ | 642 USERS: C+ YOU GRADE IT Daring Aeryn To Love You
By Jacob | Season 4 | Episode 18 | Aired on 2003.02.21
"I can," says Scorpius. Of course. One smooth move and he takes her away from John. Again. Always and again. She begins to die. John and Stark scream for her; Scorpius points. "Now cross her over."
Think about John, think about Scorpius. Come to the necessary conclusions. John can't.
John punches Scorpius, knocking him backwards. The other wall he always hits. A tear runs down his face. Everybody unmoving; things moving faster than ever. Chiana's eyes widen as her death comes closer; Stark touches her face. Chiana looks up into John's beautiful face, then Stark's. Stark looks back at John, hatred in his eyes, and down at Chiana. Her eyes are closing. She's fading out.
Jenek and the Nurse look down at Aeryn, in a cage the size and shape of her own body. She gasps and gags. "Well, I don't know if it's Crichton's child," she spits. Jenek's getting bored: "Frell with your drugs. They're not working." He aims heat at her womb. Nurse gasps. "You'll kill her!" She coughs; she's fading out. "Who is the father?" Aeryn chokes on drool and spit, foam at the corners.
"On Vendrall I met a man..." A man laughs loudly. Aeryn knees one, punches another; one with the elbow and one gets a head-butt; one of the fallen gets a kick in the gut. She approaches Lechna in his seat, grabbing him by the lapels. She hauls him to his feet and wraps her arms around him. The camera whirls. Down, down, down into darkness, and shedding lies and shadows like garments. The negative goes back to color; the negative image becomes a positive. Lechna becomes John Crichton.
"There is no Lechna." Aeryn and John kiss. "I made him up." She gags; Aeryn and John smile sweetly, intimately, and kiss. "Just Crichton." At the bottom of the dark is the one truth they can't know. It's a betrayal but the erasure of a betrayal. True love; it might set you more at ease but it's vastly suckier than when she was lying. John and Aeryn, kissing, flooded with light. They smile, nuzzle noses. More intimate than kissing. "Only ever Crichton. Just him." she passes out; she stares into the distance. But John's gone.