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Summary: Angel/Farscape: Set in S1, a vision from the Powers sends Angel to the aid of the Uncharted Territories’ Most Wanted in a kidnapping case that has brought them across the galaxy.

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Television > FarscapeTassosFR131228,39212513,42124 Oct 0418 Feb 05Yes

Part 11

From Heaven and Hell: Part 11

Note: Both chapter’s 10 and 11 we’re posted today.


"Good morning," John sang cheerfully as he walked into the Center chamber for breakfast two days later.

"Morning," Wesley replied, looking up. Chiana nodded and Cordelia broke off her conversation with Rygel.

"You know, you really need to get a cappuccino machine in here," Cordelia told him. "Coffee is, like, essential to waking up."

John smiled lightly. "Yeah sorry, I didn't pick one up at the last Starbucks floating in space," he replied wryly. Wesley laughed at this as Cordelia realized she was being made fun of. Chiana grinned, puzzled but enjoying the incomprehensible conversation anyway. His frogness hrmphed, not pleased that his former insulting partner was no longer paying him any attention. He was being ignored. Again.

"Though I'm sure," said Wesley, "that if they could, Starbucks would have a shop on every possible planet." John grinned again and nodded in agreement.

"And why would you know anything about that? You don't drink coffee," Cordy huffily told her British friend.

"I don't drink *your* coffee," he answered making John laugh and Cordelia roll her eyes.

"What's going on?" a new voice asked as Angel walked in.

"*Nothing,*" the brunette replied, glaring daggers at Wes. "And that's another thing," she said pointedly turning back to John who had settled down, "Angel hasn't eaten for days and unless you want to become breakfast you need to get him some blood."

"Cordelia..." Angel tried but John nodded in agreement.

"Aeryn and I were talking about that. We also need to make a supply run so we were thinking about taking you guys home today." He looked around at Moya's guests for approval.

"Thanks," said Angel. "We still have the whole save the world thing and it's kinda hard to do from up here."

"Say no more," John smiled. "You'll be home before sunrise."


D'argo was nervous. He didn't know what to do to get Jothee to trust him again. Pilot had suggested playing his shiliquin but D'argo was afraid of what his half-grown his son might think. He felt like they had nothing in common except their blood and it scared him. Cursing Kyff and Macton as he paced in his quarters, the tall warrior once again swore to kill them for what they had done to his family. His frantic eyes skimmed over his belongings again and since there was nothing else he could think of to do, he picked up his shiliquin and went to Jothee's room.

His son lay awake on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He sat up as soon as he heard D'argo at the door, a look of apprehension on his face. D'argo paused, as the look seared through him like a hot knife.

"I, uh...I wanted to..."D'argo stuttered losing every nervous word that entered his mind. "I mean...uh..." finally he presented his musical instrument. "Would you like me..." he trailed off, terrified of the answer.

Slowly, Jothee nodded and D'argo felt like he had been born again. He smiled gratefully, sat on the wall shelf, and began to play. It was an old lullaby that he had played for Jothee as a baby, and with his son sitting in front of him, the only song he could remember. As he wove the melody together from memory, he watched his child relax and was content.


"Home again, at last," Cordelia said as Angel parked his car in its spot in the parking garage. It was just after dark. John and Aeryn had pawned a few of Rygel's trinkets and were now at a grocery store down the street buying supplies. Cordelia had strongly suggested that they might want to shop on their own, so they had gone on ahead, leaving the pair armed with stakes in addition to their guns.

Angel unlocked his door and the three detectives trooped in, sitting down tiredly at the kitchen table.

"You know," said Cordelia after a minute, "with all the traveling I do, I think I should get a raise." Angel and Wesley just looked at her. "Well, maybe not a raise, but I do get the day off tomorrow," she declared, brooking no argument. Her boss just nodded silently, his eyes far off in thought.

"It was amazing, wasn't it?" Wesley said glancing at his friends. There was a touch of awe in his voice that Cordelia understood because she still felt it too.

"Certainly not our average demon case," Angel replied.

"You know what Chiana said?" Cordy asked, suddenly excited. "She said we should make tapes like John does for his dad, so when they come back we can swap. Sorta like penpals." She paused and the smile faded. "I think I'm gonna miss her."


Half an hour later, after Cordelia and Wesley had gone home, someone knocked on Angel's door. The vampire had just finished eating and was definitely ready for a nap, but he answered it anyway and found John on his doorstep.

"Hey," John said walking in when Angel stepped aside for him. "Aeryn's with our stuff; it's kind of a lot," he explained.

"And since I'm driving anyway," Angel finished, smiling. John rewarded him with a zany grin.

"Yeah, well. Hey, can I use your phone again?" the roving human asked. Angel nodded and pointed to it on the end table by the couch. He could guess whom he was going to call so he went into the kitchen to give him a little more privacy. John took the cordless to the back of the apartment and returned a few minutes later, disappointed.

"Did you reach him?" Angel asked concerned.

John shook his head. "No, I left a message. I really wish I could have talked to him. Said goodbye." He shook his head again and put the phone down.

"Can I give you some advice?" the vampire made contact with John's eyes before continuing. "I can tell life on the lam has been rough for you guys. It's a hard road, especially alone. If she's worth giving up Earth for and going back, you need to let her know - really *know* - before circumstances tear you apart."

As their gaze held, images of his life, love, and loss of the Slayer flashed through Angel's mind, testing the strength of his undead heart. In those moments, the two men connected and Angel could see the love and fear in John's eyes.


The now familiar dump was quiet in the night. Only Angel's car disturbed the tranquil trash as they drove back to the transport pod. Loading the supplies - chocolate, beer, and coffee among others - took very little time and soon they were ready to go.

"So I guess this is it," John said turning to Angel.

"Yeah," the souled vamp replied, sighing. Aeryn shifted uncomfortably, wanting to say something but not knowing what. "Good luck," she heard him say.

"You too," John answered. Angel nodded and Aeryn met his sad eyes before he turned back towards his car.

"Angel," she called, stopping him halfway around. "Someone once told me that it's not who you were, but who you are that matters. And the man you are is a good man." Their eyes met again and he smiled.

"Have faith in yourselves, both of you," he replied glancing between the two of them. Then he turned to his car and they to their pod and they parted ways.


"This is Jack Crichton. I can’t come to the phone right now. Please leave a message after the beep."

"Hey Dad, John again, your long, lost son. Look, I know you think I'm dead but I'm really not. I just wanted you to know that. I mailed you some tapes that I've made over the past year and I want you to have them. They'll explain a lot of what's happened to me out there. You'd love it, well, most of it. God, I wish I could really talk to you now. Say hi to DK for me, tell him the module's been improved and that I miss him. Send my love to Susan and Olivia......I love you, Dad. I'm sorry I can't stay this trip. I've got an adopted family of sorts I can't leave right now, but I'll be back. I promise."

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