TITLE: "OVER THE EDGE"

AUTHOR: Alison M. DOBELL

FANDOM: "Farscape"

PAIRING: John/Crais

RATING: NC-17. M/M. *SLASH*

STATUS: New.

ARCHIVE: Yes. Just let me know where.

FEEDBACK: Welcomed

SERIES/SEQUEL: SEQUEL to "THE EDGE OF THE ABYSS"

The usual disclaimers apply. No infringement of copyright is intended.

"OVER THE EDGE"
A "Farscape" slash story
Written by Alison M. DOBELL
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The beauty of the rings of Orvigan were lost on Scorpius. He was paying more attention to the small icy moon. "We will use the moon to mask us from the leviathan."

The Captain nodded and waited. Scorpius was thoughtful, a finger tapping the arm of his chair. He realised the Captain was poised for his signal. He nodded. "Move us behind the moon."

As the co-ordinates were being entered in the Scarran half-breed looked out passed the rainbow dusted rings of Orvigan and wondered. <Where are you Crichton? And what are you up to?>

He had checked out the contact. The surgeon Crais sought for Crichton was definitely on this planet. How Crais had found him he did not know but what puzzled him was that the leviathan had not yet made any attempt to come here. Scorpius wondered if he had miscalculated. Knew the leviathan could not have detected his carrier so what was the cause of the delay? He would
wait. Watch. Observe. If the human showed no signs of coming in the next two solar days he would adjust his plan accordingly. But he would have Crichton. It was the only certain thing in the Unchartered Territories.

* * * * *

He froze. He recognised that voice.

"You have nothing to fear from me." Said Tahanay.

Crichton felt his heart go cold. "Then why do I feel as if R2D2 has just handed me over to Darth Vader?"

"I am not your enemy."

"What are you doing on my ship?" Cut in Crais.

Crichton could hear the barely surpressed rage in his voice. The tension.

"Your ship?" Said Tahanay mildly. "You do not *own* the leviathan."

"We have an understanding, a bond..."

"You have *nothing*."

The finality of the words struck Crais like a blow. Crichton could feel it through the hand still resting on his shoulder. "Bialar, don't listen to him. He's trying to make you angry."

"He's succeeding..."

"No, you mustn't go there. Stay calm, centered."

Crais looked at him angrily. "How can you say that?"

"Hey," Said Crichton gently, not wishing to hurt him. "Listen to me. Use your mind not your anger, Bialar. Remember who the Builders are."

Before Crais could say anything Tahanay spoke again. "You have something I want, John crichton."

"Yeah, my DNA."

"You have not been harmed. Will *not* be harmed."

"That's comforting Tahanay. Now if you could just go back to whatever primordial soup you preside over, we'll be on our way."

"You do not understand."

"Then suppose you quit with the mysterious God routine and tell me? No more manouevring, and no more manipulating Talyn or the DRDs. Just tell me what you want and why you want it."

"You are....very direct."

"Where I come from it's called honesty. You ought to try it some time."

Anger flared on the Builder's face but he did not let it show in his voice. Crais realised that he knew Crichton was blind. Why did that thought disturb him so much?

"My work was....disrupted. I need you to co-operate. Let me finish."

Anger darkened Crais's expression. "No!"

"It is not your decision, Peace Keeper."

"I am no longer a Peace Keeper."

A serene smile on his face, Tahanay turned again to Crichton and ignored Crais. "You have not spoken."

Crichton tilted his head. "You haven't told me why you want my DNA."

There was a pause before the Builder replied. "We use the building blocks of life to advance the evolution of species. Out of the interstellar dust a billion souls are reborn and formed beneath our touch to live again, to travel further and farther than they could ever have dreamed was possible.
It is a great gift."

"Yeah but why me? I'm not a leviathan. Hell, I'm not even from this part of the universe."

"I know. You are the first human we have seen."

"That's why, isn't it? I represent a new toy for you to play with."

"We would know more about you, understand where you came from, probe the possibilities trapped in your genes."

"I don't want to play this game, Tahanay."

"You do not understand. This ship. You. Crais. Are not going anywhere until my task is done. Talyn understands this."

"How dare you!" Stormed Crais, letting go of Crichton to advance towards the Builder. "Get off my ship and get off now!"

He took no more than a couple of steps then stopped, mouth open in shock and agony. Head back as he reached for the connection embedded in his neck. He never got there in time. Without another word he collapsed to the floor. Alarmed, Crichton reached out. Unable to see what was happening but sensing that something had happened to Crais. "Bialar! Bialar, what the frell's
happening? Are you alright?"

It was the Builder who answered him. That smooth serene voice so smug he wanted to choke him. "He will not be interrupting us any more. Talyn has incapacitated him."

Crichton felt his heart skip a beat. <Oh God, what had Talyn done to Crais?> "What do you mean *incapacitated*?"

"He is unconscious but alive. Now. Do I have your co-operation?"

He sighed, fighting back tears. He was damned if he was going to cry. Damned if he would give the Builder one fraction more than he had to. He wondered where Blue was. Had he collected the droid equivalent of his thirty pieces of silver and gone over to the other side? He could not
believe he had sold him out. Was surprised how much the thought hurt him. "Tanahay?"

"Yes?"

"Look, why don't you just take what you need in blood? You can draw off what you want and let us go."

"No, it takes too long for the blood to be renewed and you would be too weak to survive the process."

"You mean you need more than I can produce?"

The Builder inclined his head even though Crichton could not see it. "You are very perceptive."

"I'd be more perceptive if I could see you."

Tahanay smiled. "Perhaps I can help restore your sight."

Crichton thought he had misheard. "You can do that?"

The Builder said nothing. <Of course> Thought Crichton. <He's a Builder>

"I'm guessing I don't get my sight back until I give you what I want?"

Again silence. Crichton felt tired, weary in body and spirit. He had had enough of this dren. What was one more alien fucking with him? If they were not messing with his head it was other parts of his anatomy. Why should a leviathan God be any different? "Okay."

Something flashed in his head. It was as sudden as it was painful. He staggered and almost fell but then it was gone. His head cleared and as he blinked light blurred before him. He could see! Oh God, he could see! "What did you just do?"

"I restored your sight."

<Restored. He said restored not healed, not replaced, not repaired but restored. That meant....>

"You must hurry now."

He looked down at Crais unconscious on the floor and knelt beside him. Not satisfied with Tahanay's assertion that he was only unconscious. "Not until I make sure Crais is alright."

"The DRDs will look after him."

Crichton felt the pulse and was relieved but no way was he leaving him out cold on the hard floor. He started to pick him up in his arms. "Uh uh, first I'm gonna take Crais to his bunk. He should at least be comfortable."

"We have wasted enough time already."

"No, Tahanay, we haven't. Besides we have all the time in the universe. You promised to make me immortal, right?"

* * * * *

The crew of Moya exchanged stunned looks. "Does anyone care to tell me what I just saw?" Said Aeryn.

Pilot looked in deep shock. "I do not understand a DRD acting in this fashion."

"It betrayed John to the Builder."

"Perhaps it had no choice," Put in Chiana, though she did not sound too convinced.

"This is even worse than I thought." Said Rygel.

"I am confused, Pilot." Zhaan turned to Pilot. Her gentle face showing a pained expression. "Why would the Builders do such a thing? Interfere with other species in this way?"

"I...I...do not know. Moya does not know."

"I say we go after them and bring him back. Now!" Asserted D'Argo, his qualta blade in his hands, itching to race over there and blast everything but Crichton to hezmana.

"Moya is already altering course," Said Pilot. "But we are still very far away. It will take several solar days to reach their position."

"There must be something we can do." Aeryn whispered.

"Yes." Said Zhaan. "We can pray."

"I think we are going to need a little more than prayers, Zhaan." D'Argo suggested darkly.

"I am not talking about us, sweet D'Argo. I will pray to Kah'leen for John."

They watched her go. "A lot of good that will do," Grumbled Rygel.

"At least she is trying to *do* something, your flatulence."

Rygel glared at D'Argo but the anger soon went. He was worried about the human. Could not care less about Crais or the young leviathan, but Crichton was a member of their crew. He was also a friend. Something was nagging at Rygel's mind. "Pilot, didn't you and Zhaan meet Moya's Builder?"

Pilot hesitated, as if reluctant to speak of it. "Yes."

"Can't Moya help us, tell us at least why this is happening? Why Tahanay would do this to John?"

There was a long silence. Aeryn stepped up close to Pilot, watching his expression.

"Moya is reluctant to talk about it."

Aeryn's eyes narrowed. "Why?"

"It is.....private....personal."

"You mean she feels like she is giving away secrets? Breaking a confidence?"

"Yes, D'Argo. She feels she cannot speak unless Kahaynu gives her permission to do so."

"Kayahnu?"

"Yes. Kayahnu is the name of Moya's Builder."

Chiana said it for all of them. "Great! Then let's go ask Kahaynu..."

* * * * *

Crichton made his way to the pod bay. Unconscious of the fact that Blue was discreetly following him. He paused a moment as he looked at the place where he had spent almost every sleeping arn aboard this ship. He shivered. Thinking he was cold Talyn raised the temperature a little. He did
not notice. Silently he stripped off his clothing and climbed up into the pod bay and lay out flat on his back. The cool skin of the leviathan warmed to his flesh sent that warmth gently up through his body. The ship started to croon very softly to calm and lull him. Tahanay glided over to him, his presence affecting a benevolent charity at odds with what he was asking of the human. "I promised you would not be hurt and we will keep that promise."

Crichton just nodded. He wanted Tahanay to get on with it. For it to be over.

Tahanay watched as the leviathan appendance snaked up over the lip of the pod bay. He smiled and watched it fasten on to him, noticing how the human jerked in response, closing his eyes to block out Tanahay and to try to block out the sensation of being once again violated. He could feel something like distress from Talyn and realised the leviathan had been reluctantly obeying the Builder. Was still obeying him. How could he stay angry at him for that? He felt a familiar sensation coursing through his veins. His grip on reality slipping and sliding as sleep started to steal over him. Sensations rippling through his body as the ribbed tube of Talyn's appendage worked his penis into an erection then began to massage and excite the blood to pump up through the flaccid tissues and inflate him as the undulating sensations intensified. Slowly pumping him. He did not drop off to sleep though. Tahanay was curious. Kept the human sleepy but awake, wanting to watch how he responded to Talyn's varying pressure on his penis. Directing the leviathan to send out his tendrils to caress the naked body so he could heighten the human's response as much as possible without damaging him.

What hurt Crichton was not so much what Talyn did but the way the Builder directed him. The link to Talyn telling him what was going on and why. His joy at the return of his sight now a perverted blessing as he watched the Builder guide the strokes of Talyn's tendrils over his body, touching and stroking him as Crais had once done. He had obviously watched him when he
and Crais had made love. He bit back a cry as the sensations intensified in his reluctant but passive body, unable to do anything to stop him as he was teased and brought close to orgasm. Body trembling, mind shrieking in denial. Eyes now closed tightly like fists on his tears but unable to prevent them leaking out in bright diamonds and washing his cheeks as he cried. He was so frelled. Even Scorpius would not have subjected him to this.

Small, discreet, forgotten, the little DRD watched and recorded everything Tahanay did. Knowing that if the Builder suspected he would never get to keep a single frame of that recording. When Crichton had agreed to Tahanay's demand, Talyn had cut all transmissions from the ship including those Blue had been sending back to Moya. As he quietly retreated, Blue wondered whether he would ever be able to send this last transmission. Whether the Builder would keep his word and let Crichton go afterwards, whether Crais would recover. Whether any of them would ever find their way home. The figure on the pod bay shook as he came, the white rapids rushing up the warm throbbing tube taking him on the ride of his life. Crichton knew now that he was poised, looking over the edge of the abyss. Talyn's secretions changed, erotic sensations sparking inside him from the aphrodisiac quality of the substances now coursing through his body and touching him with a fire so exquisite and erotic that it was painful. He shuddered, shook, and came again. The flow of semen now constant as his hips jerked under the coaxing of the ribbed tube fastened like a lamprey around his leaking erection. An insatiable lover drawing him deep into some dark purpose he could not fathom. He had looked over the edge of the abyss. Now he was pushed right over it. Cries dying in his throat as he was pumped harder, the sensations rocking him and dragging every last drop out of him then creating more and more. The pace settling into a violent rythym as he spiralled endlessly into darkness. His throat sore from screaming, his body jerking and responding as the urge to give everything up continued. Soaked in perspiration, swamped by his own body heat, wrung out with the sorrow of his own pathetic inability to resist he passed out. Or maybe just maybe Talyn had been able to resist Tahanay in the end long enough to let him sleep. Whatever. He belonged to the abyss now and greedily it claimed him.

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END