#archaeologistwithagun

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There had been no warning. Suddenly, abruptly, a wormhole opened in the void of space and dragged Moya inside, despite Pilot’s best efforts to pull them free. It was a rough ride. The entire ship shook and rattled, tossing its passengers to and fro as they tried to hold on.

Then as suddenly as it had started, the turbulence stopped. Moya was back in empty space, and only one thing was different:

John Crichton was standing in Command.

[notarthurfrellingdent]

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Seeing Moya again relieved John beyond words. He’d waited weeks down on the planet for everyone to come back for him. He’d kept himself fed and clean, but he’d been unable to shave, and was sporting a pretty respectable beard. Sure enough, his friends hadn’t let him down. Now he was finally home, landing the transport pod in the hangar bay and walking down the ramp. He couldn’t wait to walk right into Daniel’s embrace...

And there he was. John held his arms out wide. “Daniel!”

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"Daniel,” John grumbled as he walked into the room, rubbing at his tired eyes. “Do you have any idea how long you’ve been working on that thing? I’ll tell you--thirty-eight arns. Thirty-eight.” He tugged at Daniel’s arm. “You need to go to sleep. Come on.”

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“It’s Valentines day?” Since coming to Moya Daniel had completely lost track of the days. He had no idea what that date was back on Earth. He smiled, of course John would remember. He kissed the tip of his husband’s nose. “Have anything special planned?”

“Okay, I actually have no idea what the date is,” John admitted. “You were just lying there looking all cute and I really wanted to kiss you. That’s special enough for me.”

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{{ Trying something new -- replaced the Interactions page (which is a pain in the ass to keep up with) with a Relationships page. So while threads are still individually tagged, only the characters who actually interact with John a lot are included on a separate page. }}

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Daniel tried for a smile. “Hi Reg, I’m back.” He stood there with his shoulders hunched and his hands shoved in his pockets. His plan only led up to the door, he had no idea what to do now.

Reg didn’t know what to do, but evidently Neelix did. The cat twisted in his arms, broke free of his grip, and threw himself at Daniel, purring happily while trying to perch on his shoulder.

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Daniel yawned, his hair mussed from sleep. “It’s not natural to wake up as early as you do.”

“It’s always too early for you to wake up.” John reached out to ruffle Daniel’s hair up even more--he could never resist.