Room 238, Saturday morning

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Bettina wakes up in a tent. Which is weird and takes a sleepy moment or two to figure out, but a quick check into the sleeping bag says she's naked, so at least she must have had some fun. And hey, so's the cute guy next to her.

With an inward sigh, she starts getting up with the intent of getting dressed and finding a pharmacy that will actually give out morning after pills.

[Aeryn is now Bettina Fairchild from s2 Farscape, and John is evil PK John from s4. I love this canon.]

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This is not right. This is not his bed and this is not the Command Carrier and he is not alone.

He opens his eyes, looking around for the source of this troublesome situation. When he sees who's with him and her current state of undress, he frowns.

"Who are you?" he asks sharply in a bad accent.

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"Bettina," she answers, finding a piece of clothing that might belong to her. Maybe. She wouldn't wear this, but okay. Pulling it on, she asks, "Did I get your name?"

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"Captain Crichton," he said succinctly. "What've you done to me?"

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She finds her pants, frowning at them. They'll do for now, and she pulls them on. "I'm not sure, but I bet you liked it," she says matter-of-factly, unzipping the tent.

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"Have you infected me?" Crichton asks, stomping out of the tent in nothing but his frown.

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"Definitely not, I get tested regularly," Bettina answers, frowning. She steps out of the tent a moment later, and ooh, closet.

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Crichton follows her, looking around for a pair of pants to cover himself. The pants he found were uncomfortable and too very loose.

"If you've irreversibly contaminated me, I will make you pay."

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Bettina sighs, looking around for something to write on. "Fine," she says when she finally finds something. "If you're really that worried, here's the number to the hospital where I work. They can test you there."

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"Do not mock me," Crichton sneered.

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She comes closer, checking his pupils. "How are you feeling?"

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"Step away from me," Crichton growled. "Do not touch me."

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She looks at him almost sympathetically. "Girlfriend?" she guesses.

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"Where is my communicator?" Crichton asks, stomping around the room. "I'll have Braca's head for this."

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"Have you looked into getting help for your anger issues?" Bettina wonders. "I can recommend a good therapist."

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"Shut up!" Crichton snapped. "I have had people killed for less than you are doing to me now."

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"And delusions of grandeur," she notes.

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"Would you like to be thrown into a Peacekeeper prison?"

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"I haven't done anything to warrant arrest," she says, going back to the closet. There's one dress in there that she can actually stand to wear, so she decides changing into that might help.

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"You are a mocking a Peacekeeper captain," he snaps. "You will obey me and you will start obeying me right now."

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"Look," she says, because this guy is obviously unhinged, "I will call the police if I have to."

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Crichton laughs. This woman, obviously someone he'd brought home in a drunken stupor, is clueless. Brainless. All of the above.

"Are you really that stupid?"

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From now on, she's sticking to girls.

"I'm going to go," she says. "Have you seen my purse?"

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"I am not the keeper of your belongings," he sneered. "Do not tell anyone of our...arrangement here."

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"I'm very discreet," she tells him, and ducks into the bathroom to make sure she looks all right. Ooh, gel. Maybe now she can fix her hair.

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"I highly doubt that," he said and, after finding the single pair of leather pants in this room, felt more like himself. "This meant nothing more than recreational release."

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"That's an interesting way of putting it." Once she's washed her hands of the gel, she sees her purse on the counter and grabs it. "It's been fun."

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"No, it hasn't," he tells her. "I'm going to have to shower for days now."

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Definitely sticking to girls, and she leaves the room without another word. Some guys are just psycho.

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Crichton slams the door behind her and locks it. He does not want to be contaminated any further than he already is.