Disclaimer: Andromeda doesn't belong to me; it belongs to Tribune. This was written for entertainment only and no money has been exchanged (unfortunately).

Spoilers:None

Archive:Probably but please ask me first anyway.

A/N:This is Beka's point of view and all words not in speech marks are her thoughts. I'm not so sure about the ending of this chapter but tell me what you think. More will follow if you like the story.

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God, I feel awful, only 5 more minutes until I can leave here and go curl up with a nice hot water bottle. I wonder if I should ask Dylan if I can leave? Nah, he'd just want to know why and I don't want him to think I can't cope with a little bit of PMS. Oww OK make that a lot of PMS but I can handle it just…3mins 20secs.

"Captain, the Heldr's are hailing us."

I heard Rommie say cutting through my reverie. She looked at me sympathetically we both knew that this would mean, I probably couldn't leave for ages now, the Chief Ambassador just loved long chats.

Dylan on the other hand looked insanely cheerful, yet another world wanting to join the newly restored commonwealth.

"Put them through," he said smiling widely.

I swear I could throttle him sometimes.

Finally, I can't believe anyone can hold a monologue for that amount of time. Now I have a headache too. I'm not going to do anything else today even if it means Andromeda getting blown up.

"Rommie lock my quarters and engage privacy mode."

Mmmm, lying down is good. It won't matter if I close my eyes for just a few minutes.

Fine more than a few minutes but who can blame me? That's much better, but I need coffee, or chocolate, or food, or coffee and chocolate and food. Hey maybe Dylan or Harper want to come have dinner with me.

"Andromeda where are Harper and Dylan?"

"…"

"Andromeda, Rommie?"

Okay. No answer. Lets go up to the bridge probably just one of Harpers inventions gone wrong again and knocked out comms.

No one here,

No one in engineering,

Or the brig,

Or hydroponics,

Or Obs-deck.

Where the hell has everyone gone; and couldn't they have picked a better day to go missing?