Familiar bickering amongst the Liberator's crew, a happy ending for some, and a hint of foreshadowing: though none of them know it, Blake's crew are of course about to run into Cally in the subsequent episode...

Just a few loose ends left to tie up back on Newparis.

Chapter 21: The Far Northern Lakes

“They’re ridiculously young — both of them.” Jenna tossed back her head, clearly still far from reconciled to the presence of the two newcomers on board the Liberator, and Blake sighed.

Cris was on the flight deck, keeping watch together with Gan, whom she seemed to regard in the light of an unofficial protector among the crew. Rall, still suffering the after-effects of exposure to the Newparis atmosphere, should by all rights have been back in the ship’s medical unit, where he’d spent most of their first day on board. But Blake was quite certain that a check would once again reveal the treatment couch empty and its occupant curled quietly somewhere in a corner of the flight deck, or wherever else Cris was at that moment to be found. ( Read more... )

And... back to the "Blake's 7" perspective. Reposting the story cynically in one section or the other of fanfiction.net according to which set of characters are being featured (as opposed to using the official 'crossover' section, which very few people bother to check for new entries) at least gives me a chance to gauge readership in the two separate fandoms. Unsurprisingly, it's considerably larger on the 'Phantom' side. (Unfortunately, I forgot to change the fandom back when initially posting chapter 2, so any alerts that went out to my 'followers' will have listed the story as a "Blake's 7" one and thus of no interest to them...)

'Considerably', of course, is a relative term. A grand total of thirty-four people actually went so far as to glance at chapter 2, but one of them was so excited as to 'follow' the story (which I hope means she'll recognise the update when I post this chapter into the other fandom) :-p)

Chapter 3: Down and Safe

Blake was asleep when the call came.

They’d all been on edge for far too long — in the case of Avon, himself and Jenna, more or less constantly since they’d first boarded the Liberator — and Avon for one was starting to look exhausted, all the squared angles of his face drawn sharper and more uncompromising than ever. No doubt he’d barely rested all this time for fear that the rest of them might somehow double-cross him or work out a way to put the ship to profit at his expense. No doubt, Blake considered wearily, Avon himself could have come up with two or three ways of doing just that. He wondered if all geniuses were paranoid, or if it was close proximity to computers that had soured Avon on humanity at large... or more personal reasons, perhaps.

Well, he wasn’t about to pry; he needed Avon’s cooperation, and it was hard enough to get that out of him anyway. Any attempt to restore the man to the human race would have to wait until later. Much later.