Ok first Farscape story I've posted ever, wonderfully betaed by CharmedPeacekeaper so R&R and tell me what you think.

Chapter 01

The night cycle on Moya had begun arns ago. Her golden-ribbed corridors were lit by a slight glow, a soft glow that was echoed on the terrace where ex-US astronaut John Crichton sat staring out into the swirling blue and purple mists of the gas cloud Moya was currently traveling through. Though Aeryn had tried to get him into bed several times already, John had refused. Now he was staring out of the massive portal, his voice recorder in hand, trying to do what he hadn't done in years: record a letter to his father.

Determined to get it right this time, he pushed the red "record" button.

"Hey Dad. I know it been a while, hell it's been well over decade since I left Earth. Don't worry though. I'll be coming back some day. I've never been one to Welch on my promises. Besides you gotta meet your grandkids. But I'm getting ahead of myself; I should probably start at the beginning."

Pausing for a moment to collect his thoughts, John considered what he was going to say next. Deciding he took a deep breath and began.

"After we got back, things took a turn for the worst. Aeryn was captured by the Scarrens. Scarrens, by the way, are big lizard-men type aliens. I think I told you about them. Anyway, she was tortured for weekens before we managed to save her. She endured so much, and it was all because she was involved with me…they tried to get wormhole knowledge from our unborn child through some sort of genetic coding and typing.

"Things then started to look up. I asked her to marry me in a rowboat. And let me tell you, Dad, when she said 'yes' it was the happiest moment of my life. But then, and this could only happen to me, a ship swooped down and fired at us. I remember pulling Aeryn tight and waiting for the blast to hit us. There was a kinda tingly feeling and the next thing I knew, we were on some sort of machine surrounded by Noranti, Rygel and a whole mess of aliens I'd never seen before.

Anyway, the blast had some how crystallized us…we shattered and Rygel had to bring up our pieces in his stomach. But here's the kicker…" John paused and snorted a laugh before continuing.

"Rygel didn't pay out all the shards, so when we got put back together, the baby ended up in Buckwheat. He was fine, but the looks on Aeryn and the toad's faces were priceless…Hell mine must have been too.

"But that wasn't the worst thing. See, while we were playing Humpty Dumpty (literally), two of the biggest powers in the galaxy- you guessed it; the Peacekeepers and the Scarrens- were gearing up for war. I'll tell you all the details when we meet face-to-face, but in summary; Sikozu was a spy for the Scarrens, we got the baby back in Aeryn and he ended up being born in the middle of the biggest war in recorded history. We lost Big D when he stayed behind to cover our escape, and I ended the biggest war in history by giving them what they wanted: a wormhole weapon. Yeah, Dad. I made one and I let it swallow their fleets bit by bit until they called a truce.

"Stopping the wormhole weapon was another matter. I nearly deep fried my brain trying to stop it, but I managed it..."

John stopped, closing his eye as something cold pressed in to his back.

Now let it never be said that the radiant Aeryn Sun was not subtle…in fact, she was far from it. Last time she asked, she had been wearing a silky black robe with what looked to be a Chinese dragon embroidered in silver thread wrapped lazily around her torso. And although her tone had remained normal, the look in her eyes when she spoke hinted that if he were to go to her right then and there, he would have the honor of relieving her of the robe and helping himself to what was hidden under it.

Now just because John was a genius didn't mean he had an ounce of common sense. Yes, he was intelligent, but at times it would seem that a bread vorlag had more sense that him. This was one of those times, clearly indicated by the fact that his wife was holding him at gun point. Gone was the silky robe, and in its place she wore a baggy black tee-shirt and a pair of thread- bare Calvin's she had liberated from him in his first year in the UT's

"Well dad I gotta cut this short it seem Aeryn is intent on getting me in to bed," John said into the voice recorder, his finger hovering over the "stop" button.

"Yes I am," she said, grabbing the recorder from him. "Sorry Jack, John will have to continue this later," she said into the mike, deftly ending the recording session. She turned her attention back to her husband. "Now get up. It's loaded with training rounds, and don't think I won't fire."

Aeryn pocketed the recorder with a deceptively sweet smile and escorted her human to their bedroom, still at gun point.