Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: A | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT A Human Reaction
By Jacob Clifton | Season 1 | Episode 16 | Aired on 08.19.1999
Clearly, there is sex in the near future. John uses Cobb's badge to jimmy the lock on a condo, explaining that he and Jack stayed there last year. Aeryn's immediately suspicious, covering the entire yard with her gun: "Crichton, he is with them. This is the first place they will look for us!" John says he trusts his father, but Aeryn has no context for that, and she watches flank as he finally gets the door open. "Ladies first," he says, and she rolls her eyes as she enters.
Later, John looks out the room window, at the hazy city and overcast sky. Thunder rumbles. It's beautiful out there, and among the many technical joys of this episode, the lighting in this entire scene is just sick awesome. John's wearing a white tank, she's got her awesome soldiery underthings on, and very high-waisted slacks. She's holding a bottle, which John explains is beer, and she sniffs at it. John: "Trust me. It's just what we need, right now. Down the hatch." He takes a swig. She smiles slightly at him, and repeats it: "Down the hatch!" She tastes the beer, with her tongue, and quirks her head, as if to say that it is charming. "You like it?" he asks. She does: "It's like Fellip nectar. [The] Fellip's a creature on Tarsus, and they get the nectar from..." John stops her, shaking his head. "Aeryn, please. Don't tell me where it comes from, just drink the beer." She's like, "Um, okay?" but she keeps drinking. John apologizes, and Aeryn looks at him. "[For] everything. What's happened here. Getting you stuck on Moya. I mean, if it wasn't for me, you'd still be the....happy little Peacekeeper dominating the lesser races." Aeryn smiles lovingly: "Mm. I've got a lot to blame you for, Crichton." He whispers, staring out the window at the rainy city, "Look at that." She considers him. John: "That's it. Earth. Minus the sunshine." Police sirens ring out, bringing the proper amount of real-world beauty to the scene. "You know, you were right," she says. "It's actually very beautiful." John sits beside her on the bed, shoulder-to-shoulder, both of them slack and exhausted. "Were you scared to join me?" he asks. "When I left Moya?" Aeryn wonders if she can actually admit this to John, but everything else has fallen away: it's just them, now. In the whole world: "Yes." She nods and sighs, because the proof is in the quarantine and vivisection. "I won't be recaptured, Crichton. They will have to kill me, if they come to take me, tomorrow." He nods: "I know." They sit in the soft blue light. He sighs and lays his head on Aeryn's shoulder, looking out the window. He presses his lips against her shoulder, and she feels it. He pushes her head with his, forehead to forehead like always, more intimate than a kiss, and their faces are close. She's like a fawn, leaning in, and their faces are so close. She looks at him, his closed eyes. After about a million years -- and if you've ever tried to get either of these types into bed, you know it actually does take this long -- they kiss, gently at first. She tastes like the rain. They jump in, together.
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