Summary: Rommie gives Beka some medical attention.

Pairings: Beka/Rommie

Disclaimer: Tribune owns all rights to Andromeda. All I did was borrow it for use in my twisted little tale.

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: None.

Setting: No particular point.

Feedback: Please! Praise and constructive criticism welcome. Flames will be promptly extinguished.

Archive: Ask first and I'll probably say yes.

Author's Note: Sometimes I just feel the urge to write something femslashy.

Hands On

By B.L.A. the Mouse

The shower was running on the Maru when Rommie boarded, so she headed to the bunkroom to wait for Beka to get out and cover up. Sometimes the humans got testy about being seen naked, even if they knew that she would have already as her ship self, and it was easier to humor them.

It wasn't that long before the water shut off, and shortly afterward Beka came into the bunkroom swathed in a huge towel. Rommie was fairly sure it was one from her own storerooms, as it didn't seem threadbare enough for the Maru. Either way, Beka didn't seem surprised to see her waiting, saying, "I thought I heard someone come aboard."

Rommie nodded. "Trance sent me. This," she held up a small jar, "should help with the bruising and the sore muscles."

"I guess she forgot to give it to me when I left Med deck?" Beka took the jar and studied the label. "Wonder why she didn't come herself."

"She wanted to give some to Harper, too."

"Okay." Beka unscrewed the lid and sniffed. "Doesn't smell too bad, at least. Not like last time." She made a face, which Rommie understood. The "last time" had involved another concoction that had been unpleasant enough that Beka and Dylan, at least, had rebelled against using it at all, effective or not. "Is she sure it'll work?"

"It should. I analyzed the ingredients already."

Beka nodded at that, then passed the lid to Rommie when she held out her hand for it. That left her with a hand free to scoop up a dab and start applying it to her other arm. "I hope she can get Harper to use it. He got more banged up than I did."

"I think as soon as he starts to stiffen up he'll be more amenable."

With her arms done, Beka braced one foot on the edge of a bunk and hiked the towel up to reveal a darkening bruise on her hip. As she rubbed the cream in, Rommie reflected that some of various crews' videos in her database started like that. It didn't stop her from enjoying the view, though.

The hip done, Beka turned and sat, working on one shin. Finally she looked up at Rommie. "Would you mind getting my back?"

"Of course not." Rommie sat down next to her and accepted the jar. Working quickly, she took a dollop of the cream and started working on Beka's shoulder blades, moving slowly down. Beka lowered the towel accordingly to give her access. "Let me know if I hit a bad spot."

"Right… Actually, that feels really, really good."

"I'm not surprised. Your muscles are extremely knotted." She'd already been trying to work on some of the tight spots unobtrusively, but now she set down the jar and got cream on both hands. She set to not only rubbing the cream in but trying to loosen the muscles simultaneously. "Do you ever relax?"

"Well, I try, but in between death-defying battles and wining and dining diplomats with their heads stuck— Oh, right there!"

She would have sworn Beka melted slightly. "Good?"

"Wonderful. I have to tell you, keep this up for another couple of minutes and I'd let you do anything if you were trying to seduce me."

"Who says I'm not?" She dug in at a tight spot and wasn't sure if Beka stiffening under her hands was as a result of the touch or the statement.

After a second, Beka relaxed again. "Trance didn't really send you, did she?"

"Oh, she did want to give you this. But I volunteered to bring it to you instead of to Harper."

Beka laughed. "Well, then, keep going!"

The End