"Crichton."

"Mmpfh."

"Crichton?"

"MMm?"

"JOHN CRICHTON?!"

John opened one eye to the mass of his wife's hair and promptly smiled sleepily. He loved Aeryn's hair. It smelled great and had the whole silky thing going and there was a lot of it and it was quite comfortable and thus he snuggled into it, took a mightily deep breath of that yummy smelling stuff, and started to drift back to sleep.

Ahh sweet bliss.

Except wasn't there something...somebody he was supposed to be answering...

"Crichton?!"

Oh, so that's what that was. Pilot. Opening his eyes again, he looked a little blearily toward the ceiling, "Later, Pilot. Parents attempting to sleep." Thus said, he rolled onto his back, closed his eyes and was about to get back to sleep only to be woken by his wife's hand connecting with his chest. Hard.

"OOf!!!!!" Opening his eyes, John exhaled sharply with the impact and sat up. "Aeryn?! Ouchhh? We've talked about the smacking honey, there's a time for such and a time not for such...this? Not that time. Also, wrong location but I'm willing to give you points for effort."

Aeryn lifted her head from her pillow and turned a sleepy glared at him. God she was cute when she was dopey. "John, he's been trying to get your attention for half an arn, hurry up and answer him...Please."

Uh oh. She said please. That? That not so good. That meant translation get up, find out what Pilot wanted, or else. Since they didn't really have a couch to sleep on, John was pretty sure or else would be either violence or sex deprivation and that pretty much added up to the same thing. Him miserable, horribly deprived, and spending way too much time tinkering with Moya.

"Okay, okay, I'm up, Pilot...what up?"

"Your son." The disembodied voice responded with what sounded like, well, irritation.

John scrubbed a hand over his face, chasing away the remnants of sleep, then fought a rueful grin. "What'd the little nipper do now?" Pilot's answer made him groan and look sheepishly at his wife. "Guess when Mom said she hoped I'd grow up and have a son just like me..."

"The universe was paying attention?" Aeryn looked amused by the suggestion. "I don't doubt it. Now, go find out how bad the destruction is *this* morning." Rolling over she went back to sleep. Comment delivered, message recieved.

This morning, D'argo was *his* son.

Laughing, John rolled out of bed and went for his pants.

Hopefully Moya wouldn't be mad about D'argo dismantling one of her navigation consoles...

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