AN: I removed A Game of Hearts and am currently revamping it…woutwax-I'm sorry I yelled at you, Megan convinced me to change and this time I have a plot! Please just tell me in a nice way next time! Well, this is no longer a story about a cute little romance-I threw that down the toilet. Still same timeframe, same characters, just better! Yay!

AND-the answer for the question was-JOSH GROBAN! Yeah!

Prin9-I'm gonna make the "Dylan is a man-whore scene into a one shot!

Disclaimer: don't own characters, not making $, poor-as-dirt.

Chapter 1

She waited, her instructions clear, find a job on Andromeda, make a crewmember love/trust her, hand them over to Drago-Kazov pride, marry true love. She felt the cool golden locket against her skin, a picture of Osirus in it. She felt terribly about her mission, but it was the only way she could ever be with Osirus…

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Harper plopped down next to Beka, "Who's that?" he asked.

She looked up from her coffee. "New crewmember, Med Deck, name's Maura…Mora…Mara…something like that. Don't scare her away, Dylan'll be very disappointed."

"Dylan already got her? When did she get here?" he asked stunned He couldn't believe how quickly that man worked his charm! He didn't even get a fair chance!

"Cool it, she just arrived yesterday, and Dylan hasn't 'gotten her' yet," she said.

"Good."

"Harper…" Beka warned.

"Hey, don't overload all your faith in me," he said sarcastically.

"Why don't you go to whatever machine shop you're working in?" she asked pointedly.

He groaned and stretched for a few minutes then trotted off.

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"Trance, is Moira Lee here?" Rommie asked.

"Yes, why?" the golden goddess replied.

"She has a stack of transmissions from Deirdre Drift," the AI responded.

"Okay, so she's a little homesick," Trance explained, she felt like the newest member of the Med Deck staff needed to be protected.

Rommie left, shrugging before she went.

"Moira?" Trance called.

"Yes?" she replied.

"You have a huge build up of messages according to Rommie," Trance replied.

"Oh, thanks for telling me," she smiled. "I'll take care of that ASAP."

"Good, do you have a lot of relatives or friends?" the golden woman asked.

"No, not really, why?" the woman replied.

"I was just wondering why you have so many messages, that's why," she answered.

Moira's shift ended and she went to her quarters, requesting privacy mode as she entered. She hit the play button on her messages and watched as a handsome Nietzschean male appeared before her.

"Moira, listen we need to get the objective sooner, as quickly as you can. I can't wait 'til you get back, I don't want you spending too much time among them," he said.

"Osirus…"Moira whispered. Her heart lifted when she saw his face, her hope renewed.

"If you could get a special objective then, the council would be even more in debt to you," he continued.

She knew what that meant, he wanted a senior officer.

The message ended. All the ones after were of the same ilk, telling her to have faith and accomplish the task. And she knew the perfect way…

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Harper crashed on his bed, exhausted from a day of hard work. Suddenly something on the floor caught his eye, a flexi. He pressed the little audio button.

A sultry, female voice filled his head.

Hey sexy, if you want to know who loves you, then come meet me at the Obs Deck in one hour, make sure to bring some…supplies, if you know what I mean…

Holy Hell! He knew what the woman meant! Yesiree! He knew! He packed a pocket full of rubbers and headed out to the Obs Deck-no shame in being early, he told himself.

But back in the half-noble part of his head, a tiny voice spoke up. 'Hey! Red Flag Red Flag Red Flag Red Flag Red Flag Red Flag Red Flag!!!!!!!!!!!'

Ignoring the voice, he charged on.

Moira watched as he nearly ran through the doors. She was well-prepared, she reached for her stun-gun.

Harper felt a sharp pain in his leg, then collapsed as everything went black…

AN: well, is that a change for the better? Please let me know!