Title: Hello, My Name is Seamus H. and I Am a Workaholic
Summary: An overworked and sick Harper
sleeps with Trance
Rated: G (really, don't sweat the
summary)
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am
getting no money
A/N: I have had this most of the way done for a while now, I finally
finished it.
He was so weak. His skin was pale and raging with
fever. He was sick again and it
irritated the hell out of him. He had
to finish fixing these sensors or things were going to get mighty heavy around
here. There was a spark, a hum, and
some lights came on as he cheered triumphantly. That made him dizzy so he grabbed the sensor casing for
support. "Thank you, thank you, I am a
genius" Unfortunately, he had little time to revel in his victory over gravity
sensors because he was blacking out. He
hated when that happened.
The Rommie hologram appeared in
front of her captain in command. "Dylan, we have a problem."
"What now
Rommie?"
"Harper
just passed out in the machine shop."
"What?"
"He was
rewiring my gravitational sensors when he simply fell off his perch on the edge
of a table and didn't get up." Dylan
groaned mentally, this sort of thing never happened in the High Guard.
"Is he all
right?"
"I've
called Trance, she's heading down there now" Dylan jumped out of his chair and
headed for Harper's lair.
"Tell Beka"
he groaned mentally again, Beka was going to be royally pissed. She was very protective of Harper and was
always on her captain to remember his limitations.
Harper was lying on the deck, his
eyes closed while his chest rose and fell rhythmically. Trance had arrived and was taking her
friends vitals. "He's asleep", she
whispered. Dylan rolled his eyes; Harper was just asleep, no need to worry. Beka flew into the room followed closely by
Tyr.
"What happened!" she demanded
"Shhh" ordered Trance
"Harper passed out," Rommie
explained, now in avatar form
"He's just asleep," pointed out
Hunt
"Why?" asked Beka coldly in a harsh
whisper
"I think that's obvious" smirked
Tyr "The boy is doing the work of
several men"
"Dylan, you have to stop this! He's only one guy, not a team of engineers"
"He's the only one who can do it"
"He never even went to school and
you expect him to keep this ship in tip top shape!"
"He dose"
"But he's still a little human from
Earth, he needs rest. You work him too
hard"
"He's fine; and I don't work him
too hard."
"He passed out! Dylan, he's not a High Guard
officer". That was true
"Uhm, excuse me" it was Trance,
"He's not just asleep. I think
he's sick"
"What?"
"He has a fever. I want to take him to Med deck for tests."
Without being asked Tyr grabbed Harper and slung him over his shoulder.
"At least he isn't heavy," muttered
the weapons officer
"He has Bacter fever?" asked Hunt
with obvious disbelief. Bacter fever was yet another condition no one ever
suffered from in his time. The virus
attacked the body when it was weakened.
Health care and society kept people from getting exhausted and run down
enough for the virus to have any affect on them. He couldn't keep his mind from wondering what the ships original
doctor would think about all this, a purple alien of some kind running his med
deck, dealing with extinct diseases.
Actually, if he recalled correctly Dr. Barister was terribly interested
in research. After his repulsion at the health care in this time and the
deplorable state of the boy's health, he would no doubt have been fascinated by
Harper and his string of ailments. They
were in Med Deck now, standing around the bed occupied by their little blonde
friend.
"Bed rest for 2 weeks" Trance
assured her captain
"A whole 2 weeks!"
"You are going to keep him in bed
that long?" Tyr was skeptical.
"We have to try, he's sick and he
won't get better if he keeps running around trying to fix everything."
"Alright then. Trance, he's in your hands" Dylan announced
with authority, herding out Beka and with Tyr following silently as
always.
It wasn't long before his eyelids
fluttered. Trance picked up her friend's hand as he drifted back to the land of
the living. He smiled weakly, "Hey
babe".
"Morning Harper"
"I'm OK now, right?"
"You have Bacter fever, you're worn
out"
"Babe, I'm fine"
"No you're not, bed rest 2 weeks"
she ordered
"No way! Trance," he whined. His
argument was not strengthened when he yawned loudly.
"Go back to bed Harper" Trance
sighed. He tried to object, but another
yawn defeated him. He was too tired. He
lay back down and tried to enjoy his time off.
"Rommie!" bellowed Dylan. He was standing on the command deck; every
light in the room was blinking. It was
dizzying, all the flashing colors surrounding him.
"Yes captain?"
"What is going on with the
lights?!"
"A short in the electrical system,
the bots are working on it"
"How long, like this we can't tell
what's going on with any of our systems!"
"3 hours sir"
"Great, I assume Harper could do it faster"
"Technically a human engineer is
more efficient." She admitted
"Keep the bots working" the captain
sighed. Harper picked a great time to
get sick.
When the lights went haywire Trance
jumped up from the computer screen she had parked herself in front of and went
to check on her friend. He had escaped,
no doubt back to the machine shop. As
she had expected, he was there, working on the lights. "Get back to bed!" she ordered.
"I can't, I have to…" he didn't get
to finish. Trance had been hiding the
syringe she held in her tail and before Harper knew what was happening he was
sagging towards the floor. She called
Tyr.
"Again! Keep the little professor on Med Deck or I will"
He really looked so different when
he was unconscious. He was so still, so
unlike he was when he was awake. His
vibrant personality kind of distracted you from his little details. His hand
was bandaged around the base of 3 of his fingers and a livid red burn marred
the crook of his thumb. It was a recent
injury but she hadn't seen it before.
Above his right eye was the pencil line thin of a scar. She wondered
absently how he'd gotten it. She looked
closer at his nuances, the little marks that made him who he was, reminders of
the past, forever imprinted on his body.
Her thoughts were broken when her friend's eyelids fluttered once again.
He was
waking up again. It had been a light
sedative because his body was so exhausted to begin with. "I gotta…" Trance cut him off with a loud
sigh of annoyance, the boy was as bull headed as they came.
"Sleep! You gotta sleep, and get better"
"But…" this
time he stopped himself because Trance was doing something most
unexpected. "You'll get sick" he told
her as she crawled into the bed next to him
"No I won't silly. You have a humans only disease.", Harper
yawned, he really was so tired.
"Just give up. You can't get by me, you are staying in bed
and might as well get some sleep."
Someone had once told him not to argue with a pretty woman in your bed,
possibly his father while drunk.
Finally relenting he took dear old dad's advice.
"All right then babe" he smiled as he settled against the
pillow on his bed. For some reason there was a nagging in the back of his mind
that reminded him he didn't deserve someone like Trance fussing over him. He mentally told the voice to shut up and
enjoy.
