Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Andromeda characters and I never will. But I do own Fandan!!
The whole crew had been invited to a banquet by the latest race to sign on to the new Commonwealth. Harper's plan was to eat until he couldn't eat anymore. Everybody was dressed up; Harper, Dylan, and Tyr in tuxedos, Trance in a gold floor-length dress, Rommie in a sleek red dress, and Beka in a knee-length black dress. It was almost time for the crew to make an exit, and Beka didn't want to leave.
"Isn't this a great party?" She asked Harper cheerfully.
"I think I ate too much food," Harper moaned. "Why are you so happy about being here, anyway? Wasn't it you who didn't want to come tonight?"
"Alcoholic beverages can change a person's mind. You should know that, Harper." She giggled and patted him on the shoulder. He gave a fake smile and clutched his stomach.
"Mr. Harper, Ms. Valentine," Dylan said as he approached them, "I do believe it's time for us to get back to the Andromeda."
"Do we have to?" Beka asked sadly.
Dylan smelled the alcohol on her breath and sighed. "Yes," he replied. He looked at Harper. "Too much food, Harper?" Harper just shook his head "yes." Dylan chuckled. "All right then, everybody, say good-bye. Smileā¦"
The crew waved and smiled as they left the banquet hall and headed towards their ship, which was docked not too far away. Rommie walked ahead of everyone. "I never want to do that again," she said. Trance walked slowly behind with Harper.
"I think I ate too much," she complained.
"Join the club," Harper said painfully.
* * * * * * * * *
Harper and Trance were sick all that night. Beka was sick for a while, but passed out after rushing to the bathroom twice. Dylan requested that Rommie keep an eye on Trance and Harper and to report to him every two hours. Both were running a fever and both couldn't sleep. Dylan figured they must have gotten some food poisoning from something they ate that the rest of the crew didn't eat. He still had worry in his mind, but figured they would be better in a day or two.
The next morning, Trance stayed in bed. Harper insisted on working. There were some things that needed to be done around the ship, and he didn't like handing his work off to somebody else. He thought working would also keep him busy. Rommie monitored him while he worked. His temperature seemed to rise every hour. A few hours later, he showed up on command. His brow was drenched with sweat, his skin was pale, and the areas around his eyes were red.
"The slip drive is fixed and Rommie's air filtration system is clean," he told Dylan.
"Thank you, Harper. That's all I need you to do. Why don't you go back to your quarters and rest a while?"
"I just might do that, Dylan. Thanks." Harper walked out of command. Holo-Rommie appeared in front of Dylan.
"His temperature is rising by the hour and he's dehydrating. Dylan, I'm worried about him. What did he eat that the rest of you didn't eat?"
"Well, there was that blue stuff that him and Trance dared each other to eat," Dylan thought out loud. "I think he ate more of it than she did. Do you think there was something wrong with it?"
Rommie didn't reply. Her eyes wandered for a moment. "Dylan, he's passed out not too far from command."
*
Dylan raced out of command and turned a corner. He saw Harper lying in the middle of the corridor and rushed over to him. "Harper," he said as he felt Harper's pulse. His heartbeat was fast and irregular. "Rommie, get to the med deck." He picked Harper up and started heading towards the med deck. He bumped into Tyr as he turned a corner and nearly dropped Harper. Tyr took Harper from Dylan and looked at him. "What's wrong with the boy now?" he asked.
"I'll tell you when I find out," Dylan said impatiently. Tyr got the hint and headed with Dylan to the med deck.
The whole crew had been invited to a banquet by the latest race to sign on to the new Commonwealth. Harper's plan was to eat until he couldn't eat anymore. Everybody was dressed up; Harper, Dylan, and Tyr in tuxedos, Trance in a gold floor-length dress, Rommie in a sleek red dress, and Beka in a knee-length black dress. It was almost time for the crew to make an exit, and Beka didn't want to leave.
"Isn't this a great party?" She asked Harper cheerfully.
"I think I ate too much food," Harper moaned. "Why are you so happy about being here, anyway? Wasn't it you who didn't want to come tonight?"
"Alcoholic beverages can change a person's mind. You should know that, Harper." She giggled and patted him on the shoulder. He gave a fake smile and clutched his stomach.
"Mr. Harper, Ms. Valentine," Dylan said as he approached them, "I do believe it's time for us to get back to the Andromeda."
"Do we have to?" Beka asked sadly.
Dylan smelled the alcohol on her breath and sighed. "Yes," he replied. He looked at Harper. "Too much food, Harper?" Harper just shook his head "yes." Dylan chuckled. "All right then, everybody, say good-bye. Smileā¦"
The crew waved and smiled as they left the banquet hall and headed towards their ship, which was docked not too far away. Rommie walked ahead of everyone. "I never want to do that again," she said. Trance walked slowly behind with Harper.
"I think I ate too much," she complained.
"Join the club," Harper said painfully.
* * * * * * * * *
Harper and Trance were sick all that night. Beka was sick for a while, but passed out after rushing to the bathroom twice. Dylan requested that Rommie keep an eye on Trance and Harper and to report to him every two hours. Both were running a fever and both couldn't sleep. Dylan figured they must have gotten some food poisoning from something they ate that the rest of the crew didn't eat. He still had worry in his mind, but figured they would be better in a day or two.
The next morning, Trance stayed in bed. Harper insisted on working. There were some things that needed to be done around the ship, and he didn't like handing his work off to somebody else. He thought working would also keep him busy. Rommie monitored him while he worked. His temperature seemed to rise every hour. A few hours later, he showed up on command. His brow was drenched with sweat, his skin was pale, and the areas around his eyes were red.
"The slip drive is fixed and Rommie's air filtration system is clean," he told Dylan.
"Thank you, Harper. That's all I need you to do. Why don't you go back to your quarters and rest a while?"
"I just might do that, Dylan. Thanks." Harper walked out of command. Holo-Rommie appeared in front of Dylan.
"His temperature is rising by the hour and he's dehydrating. Dylan, I'm worried about him. What did he eat that the rest of you didn't eat?"
"Well, there was that blue stuff that him and Trance dared each other to eat," Dylan thought out loud. "I think he ate more of it than she did. Do you think there was something wrong with it?"
Rommie didn't reply. Her eyes wandered for a moment. "Dylan, he's passed out not too far from command."
*
Dylan raced out of command and turned a corner. He saw Harper lying in the middle of the corridor and rushed over to him. "Harper," he said as he felt Harper's pulse. His heartbeat was fast and irregular. "Rommie, get to the med deck." He picked Harper up and started heading towards the med deck. He bumped into Tyr as he turned a corner and nearly dropped Harper. Tyr took Harper from Dylan and looked at him. "What's wrong with the boy now?" he asked.
"I'll tell you when I find out," Dylan said impatiently. Tyr got the hint and headed with Dylan to the med deck.
