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Snippet #3

I went and saw The Last Samurai today. What an amazing movie. I don't care what the reviews say, Tom Cruise nailed the philosophy of Bushido. Ken Watanabe was awesome--deep, compelling, and sad, yet so fierce. I am fascinated by that entire historical period--the end of 1000s of years of culture and yet, it continues still.

The last samurai

Here's the third snippet to my magnum opus about the merging of two johns.

Though Our Time Slips Away: Chapter 3

John Crichton centered his entire focus on the front viewing screen in Command. It was the third day of another marathon wormhole hunting mission. His right eye twitched with tension in unison with the pulsing pain he felt in his right shoulder blade. He knew D'Argo, Jool, and Chiana were getting antsy again by the tapping of Jool's heals, the sway of D'Argo's tankas each time he blew strongly through his beard, and especially in the jerking motion of Chiana's head back and forth as time slowly ticked by. Just a few moments before Pilot had politely informed him that there were no gravitational anomalies within parsecs of Moya, in spite of his calculations of their locations in this part of space. Those noises told him that his crew-mates were arrayed at the back of Command in protest waiting anxiously for John to finally admit his defeat. He turned towards his friends and raised his hands, but suddenly collapsed in a heap.

"What the Frell!" he thought blearily. He rolled over as he opened his eyes to behold the circus tents, the dusty ground, and the flapping flags of the midway. He took the black gloved hand and used it to pull himself up towards Harvey who was wearing a ridiculous NASCAR racing uniform in a Day-Glo orange that did little to help the ghoulish cast of his face.

"John, you must not let Jack destroy me!" Harvey stuttered. "I will not go easily. I will take you and your twin along with me."

"What are you babbling about, grasshopper?" John turned away from the distraught Pooka and faced his twin. "What is going on here? Where am I? One minute I'm standing on Moya's bridge ready to throw in the wormhole towel and the next minute I'm here, wherever here is."

TalynJohn looked at his twin with sad eyes, saying, "Jack needs Harvey gone. We need Harvey gone. It is time."

MoyaJohn shook his head in denial but suddenly found himself bound into place at the back of a roller-coaster slowly heading steeply uphill. He thought absently that the coaster reminded him distinctly of the one he had ridden years ago in Sydney harbor during his stay in Australia testing the Farscape I. TalynJohn and Harvey sat in the front seats arguing, he figured about death and life but their actual words blew away in the stiff breeze generated by the rapidly ascending cars.

"Crichton! Get me the frell off this train!" John yelled into the wind. "Jack!" John could see the yellow ooze of Harvey's overheating cooling rods begin to drip down the side of his black helmet and he knew in his gut from its sudden clenching the pain of TalynJohn's anxiety. He thought of that line from Eccleciastes "For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to uproot what is planted…" as the front cars slowly tipped their way over the top of the peak ascent.

The next thing he knew he was lying on the cold coppery floor of Moya's Command Center. "I wish this would stop happening to me," he thought as he slowly and painfully rolled himself up on his knees. John looked up at D'Argo, Jool, and Chiana as they leaned over his kneeling form, worry etched on each of their faces. "That was a weird trip," he said huskily.

"John, don't tell me that nothing happened. We all saw it this time," D'Argo stated as he offered his hand to help John stand. John grabbed his thumb and tugged his way on to his unsteady feet. He closed his eyes, searching intently for the noisy spirit that cohabited his brain. All he felt was silence. He smiled slowly and whispered, "John did it, he really and truly did it. Harvey's gone." He edged his way over and fell into one of the benches that lined the center table. "Woah, Man, this is a rush."

Jool walked rapidly over to where he sat and laid her cool hand on his forehead. "You're burning up here. John, come with me down to Zhaan's apothecary. I need to check you over. Something's not right." John looked up at her and shook his head, "Princess, I'm fine, really. I just can't believe that he's gone." With that, John slowly slid off his chair on to Moya's deck, his eyes rolling back in his head. D'Argo and Chiana rushed over to help Jool ease John down flat, holding his shoulders and legs as the man began jerking his body violently.

"I wish somebody would explain what is going on," Chiana yelled as she tried to keep John from banging his head on the floor.

"Just hold on tight, Chiana," Jool responded as she sought a more secure hold on John's feet. His tremors were subsiding as she spoke, but his sweaty body did not look healthy to her medically trained eyes.

John opened his eyes a crack, moaned, and whispered, "It's all here, all of it," and lost consciousness once more.


OH no! What's wrong with MJohn!? Good part girl. Needs to be longer..hehe