Originally posted 3/6/06This was written for the February 26 Weekly Microfic at Terra Firma. The topic for creating a 100-word "microfic" was to focus on Pilot's feelings for one of his fellow Moyans.
Rating: G
Setting: Late in PK Wars
Spoilers: Through PK Wars
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not my universe, no money being made -- and I mean them no harm!
Advice
The tiny infant cradled in Aeryn's arms had been born, as one might expect of the offspring of John Crichton and Aeryn Sun, in the middle of death and destruction.
"I thought you'd like to see our son, Pilot," Aeryn said, her husky voice showing the effects of sleeplessness and worry.
"He is very handsome," Pilot complimented, and received a delicate smile from Aeryn.
The child was unbelievably tiny and fragile, so completely helpless. Thinking on his own youth, Pilot sighed. It was so easy to follow the wrong path in life. "Teach your offspring wisely, Aeryn Sun," he said.
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