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
...Okay actually maybe it's not all that mysterious in this case.
John makes light -- "What, are we in the mob?" -- which is more than I could do in that instance, and Scorpius breathes in sharply, cutting his own finger. Horrible Scorpius blood drips out. It doesn't look like John's blood, though: it looks like milk. Okay?! Scorpius has always found himself feeling out a paternal role toward John, put there by the universe: "This hurts but it's for your own good"; and now they're sucking blood and milk from each other. This is a terrible, terrible idea. It's rife with perversion.
It's also called for, on every level. "Your turn." John looks at the blood, dripping. "Nosferatu. First instinct is always right." Scorpius explains: "Scarran Blood Vow." But, John protests, Scorpius hates everything Scarran. So then... "I will help...if you taste," Scorpius says, which is better than saying, "...So not the point, halfwit." Except that we left propriety around the time you started suckin', dude.
John rolls his eyes and stares a bit, and then sticks out his tongue, onto which a single droplet falls. He shuts his mouth with a quickness. Scorpius stares at him, shoves his thumb into his mouth, and sucks that too. He grins terribly and only a tiny bit, as though to say: Okay, I know. The sucking is a bit much. But you kind of pissed yourself a little bit, right?
Aeryn's cell, Aeryn's deal. "Look, Djancaz-bru. I know I'm not the sort of person who usually does this sort of thing, so I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to be saying, except that I really...need your help. I need you to send me some sort of sign that he's coming for me. Can you do that?"
The cell door opens; Aeryn quickly averts her eyes as a Scarran male and a Sebacean woman enter. "I've given you time to consider. Are you ready to answer?" She nods to herself, still strong enough. "Yes." She crawls, still on her knees, facing the Scarran, then gets to her feet, grunting, to face him. Her wrists are still chained to the floor. "Stiinga-tuk. Wait, did I pronounce that correctly? Let me try that again: Stiinga-took. That's better." He blasts her with his heat breath and starts demanding to know where Crichton is. She pleads and gasps and insists she doesn't know, even as the Scarran orders her to stop resisting and answer. Her face is contorted.
After a commercialish amount of time, Aeryn gasps: "He's on Moya." The woman holds an instrument toward her, noting its reading: "Six hundred telliks and rising. If you don't stop you'll kill her." He shakes his head and says he's using no more force than usual. The woman, confused, stares at her instrument. "What do you know about Crichton's wormhole research?" demands the Scarran -- Aeryn's at 620 -- and she finally answers, her face twisted in the heat: "I don't know anything. He didn't tell me anything." The woman orders the giant Scarran to stop, and after a second he stops with the flames. Aeryn grunts and passes out, sliding down the wall. The Scarran stares down at her: "What's the matter with this one? Is she weak, or is she faking?" The woman shakes her head: "She's not faking." He says some more shit and leaves; the woman stays behind. I have no love of Peacekeepers but I kind of cannot believe this lady helping a Scarran beat up on a Sebacean like that. She's fully in the sights of my judgment right now. ...But don't you kind of want to know? Aren't there questions about Aeryn you'd like answered? She's been hiding from us, too, and it's been hard.