John lay quietly in the darkness, listening to his lover's sleepy breathing. He smiled fondly to himself. Hard to believe this, he thought, but then.... Life on the other side of the looking glass had brought so many changes from the person he thought he was so many cycles ago.

Years ago....but years wasn't a word he'd thought in a long time.

His hand tightened over her's where it lay flung over his rib cage, his fingers stroking her palm. He'd fought so hard to make Aeryn open up to him, but the results had definitely been worth it. They had a life and a little girl and a home on some backwater planet he didn't think even the Peacekeepers would care about.

Of course their neighbors had stared a little at first, seeing the big bad soldier mow the grass or paint their little...er, "house" didn't quite cover the odd alien architecture they'd claimed as their own. "Domicile" was better.

Aeryn in particular hadn't understood why he'd wanted a garden--but his father had always had a green thumb, and he supposed he'd inherited it.

"Crichton?"

He rolled over. "Yeah babe, what is it?"

"Nothing."

His grin broadened, and he peered down at her face in the darkness. //Wonder if I can convince her to...// He was feeling definitely amorous. His hand snaked out and rested on her belly, began rubbing softly.

Aeryn's breathing quickened slightly.

John glanced across her form to the darker shape lying just beyond. "What do you think?"

D'Argo grunted happily. "Spoon!" He yelled, and dove in.

The End.