(First posted January 24, 2003)
Disclaimer: The characters and vision of Farscape belong to Henson, Co. I’m only playing with them a little bit
in order to keep us all amused.
Time Frame/Spoilers: Terra Firma.
Beta-Readers: On my own this time. All my fault.
* * * * *
The front door of the house opened and closed. Olivia put down her book, uncurled herself from the armchair
where she’d been reading and wandered into the kitchen to see who’d come in. John was standing in front of
the refrigerator, door open, staring in at his choices.
“There’s some leftover pizza wrapped up in the drawer,” she suggested as he gazed at the interior for more
than half a minute.
“What? Oh, thanks kiddo. I’m not real hungry. Maybe just a beer.” He rummaged in the back of the shelves.
“Try the crisper. Dad’s begun storing them down there.” She reached past him and pulled open the bottom
drawer. “Bureaucrats getting you down?” she asked as he reached for a bottle opener and yanked the cap
“Federal employees give me heartburn. Anything going on here?” John wandered into the living room, kicking
off his sneakers on the way through the door from the kitchen.
“Aeryn finished the books I loaned her and stopped by to borrow some more. She’s read everything interesting
I’ve got, so I told her she could check your bookcase. I hope you don’t mind.” Livvy slumped back into her
armchair, but jumped to her feet when she saw the look on his face. “What’s the matter? What did I do
John set the beer down and eyed the relative distances to his bedroom door and the front door, looking
indecisive. “My, uh … my bookcase, hunh? She’s up there now?”
“Yes. What’s the matter? I thought you had some old college literature books she might find interesting.”
“The only reading material on my bookcase today is a pile of old magazines I was looking at last night.” The
door at the top of the stairs opened and Aeryn appeared. She was holding several magazines in one hand,
and Winona in the other.
“Oh no,” Livvie said. “Not the …”
“Playboy!” John yelled, and started to run.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *