They don't belong to me.
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Vanitas.
There was nothing to stop him just blowing the hell out of the ship that was positioned a stone's throw away from the Andromeda. Except there was one rather major thing that stopped him doing just that. Beka. Beka was trapped on that ship. He could not blow it up, which frustrated him intensely, he could not even board it, because:
"Any action you take against this ship, Captain, will result in the immediate death of your first officer. " Said the voice of the man, who was number one on Dylan's list of who he wanted to kill today.
It was never easy.
"What do we do, boss?" asked Harper, slightly on edge. Even the 23 cans of Sparky cola he had downed in the past hour were not helping now. Dylan shook his head. He had no idea. Harper continued to ramble. Something about maybe it would be easier if Beka decided she liked girls.
"I fail to see the relevance in this, Mr Harper."
Harper sighed and started explaining his theory on Beka and her so- called love life.
"OK, so it goes like this- there is a guy, a guy who is tall dark and handsome. Guy looks at Beka, says something along the lines of 'hey sweet thing, fancy a drink?' a day later she thinks she is in love. Then , oh no! The guy betrays her, she is upset and/or trapped on a ship with the threat of being killed unless her Captain does as he is told. Add on the whole 'I'm a Nietzschean' thing and Beka is out of here."
Dylan had to agree. Another drift, another bastard who wants to get in Beka's pants.
"So, I shall ask again, what are we gonna do?"
"I propose we just go in there and get Beka, you know, Dylan and his forcelance. And me of course." Doyle tossed her blonde hair and looked at Dylan expectantly. He however, just raised his eyebrows.
"What happens when Dean finds out?" Dylan asked, deadly serious, he did not want to test this guy. Rommie had done some background on him and he was not exactly a saint.
"And by not much of a saint, I mean a complete scum of the earth type." Rommie had said, just in case Dylan had not understood.
"If we don't do anything Beka is as good as dead anyway- come on you two, instead of standing around, we need to help her!" Doyle was determined to get them up and out of command. After all, she was already feeling guilty about this anyway.
"Beka! Hey, wait up." Doyle ran after her and almost into her, as Beka turned round to face her.
"What is it Doyle? I need sleep- so be quick." Beka looked exhausted and what looked like a bruise forming on her left cheek, also she had bags under her usually bright, blue eyes.
Doyle frowned.
"Beka, are you alright?" That was the wrong question. Nether the less it seemed important.
"Is that what you wanted to ask me Doyle?" She sounded frustrated but her voice was barely more than whisper. Doyle shook her head.
"I thought not. Is it about Dean? 'Cause if it then I shall tell you now, don't bother, I am fed up with everyone giving me advice on it." Beka moved to go, but Doyle caught her arm noticing that Beka did even try to struggle- something was not right.
"I'm just worried Beka, you seem withdrawn- and that bruise? What's all that about?" Doyle tried to sound concernedhowever what she said came out more accusational. Damn thought Doyle to herself.
"Go to hell, Doyle."
"No." Doyle said back argumentatively. "I'm just worried about you Beka, I know we're not that close, but you are still my friend. And yeah, maybe I am worried about Dean. He isn't exactly a nice guy. I am just trying to warn you."
"Thank you for your concern Doyle" Beka's voice went cold. " But you are the last person I would take advice from or even, even consider your opinion about Dean. You wanna know why? Because you are nothing more than a machine. You have no idea what it's like to be in love, you have never felt anything real, the only reason emotions and thoughts run through you head are because Harper put them there. You have no idea what I'm going through- so please. Give it a rest."
With that, Beka stormed off, leaving a stunned and upset Doyle behind her.
That was the last time she was seen on the Andromeda.
Tbc../
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Is accusational a word? Apparently not but I always thought it was. So my apologies for using a non-word.
I shall continue once I have thought up a suitable way to continue. Hope you liked it.
