Ooops and other microfics (PG)

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For the First Weekly Microfic Challenge over at Terra Firma. It's a Valentine theme *g*.  I love doing these little  things....

Rated: PG (no sex or bad words, just things better left unexplained)
Setting: Anytime
Disclaimer: Farscape is owned by Henson


100 words. 



Oops


"I'm sorry. But it's not my fault!" John whispered.

"Well, it's never your fault is it?" Aeyrn hissed.

"How was I to know the Dorkins would choose today to start their revolution?" They ducked as the guards passed.

"Well, maybe next time you'll check a little harder before we...celebrate."

"Gotcha! Aeryn?"

"Yes?"

"I say we make a run for it."

"And I say it'll get us killed."

"Do you have a better idea?"

Aeyrn looked up at the sign over their heads.  Cortak's Pleasure Palace.

John followed her glance and grinned.

"Happy Valentine's Day to you too, Mrs. Crichton."

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My contribution to this weeks microfic challenge.
What does Braca do on his downtime...? 

anytime during season four  (100 words not including title)




When the Cat's away


Captain Braca sank into the steamy depths of the water. He couldn't maintain the heat long, but for a few blissful minutes he enjoyed the unfamiliar sensations surrounding his body. The large tub allowed him to stretch out and he did so gleefully.

Unfortunately, the steam also obscured the walls of the room. He would have liked to gaze on the priceless artwork of Nisccon while enjoying this. Too soon the heat started to raise his internal temperature. Stepping out of the water he toweled himself dry. It was just as well he left now.

Before Grayza caught him here.

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100 words not including title. Thanks to ac for the help. 


Home at Last


The light surrounded him with a warmth and a love he hadn't felt since he was a child, but it was blinding.  He couldn't see anything though the opaque sea of radiance.

But, wait, there! A dim form began to coalesce in front of him and he felt a moment of fear that seemed wrong in this comforting place. "Who's there?" His voice echoed eerily in the brightness. Finally, the figure became clear and he thought his heart would stop when it spoke.

"Hello, Bialar. I'm glad you made it home."

Bialar Crais fell to his knees and whispered, "Brother."