Title: The Traveller: Crossover Part II

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Rating: PG-13, to be safe. I let people talk freely, and sometimes swears pop out!

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A/N: Okay, so I couldn't stay away... Those nice reviews are just addictive! This story will be pretty stand alone, you'll be able to read it even if you haven't read part I, but you might be a bit confused at times, ie: who the hell are these people they're talking about? Actually, no, I tell a lie. You'd probably have to read the first one to know what's going on...

OK, before I start I just want to make one thing clear. There seems to have been a bit of confusion around the Traveller show. There IS NO such show as 'The Traveller'. I once wrote a novel about the show, and that's the only place it ever existed. So, scouring the TV guide will do nothing, you won't find it. Same thing applies to Pitch and Milon, they're plain old made up.

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Chapter One: Should've seen that one coming

"Where's Harper?" Dylan asked.

It was the fifth time the question had been posed, and the degree of annoyance had grown accordingly.

"He has locked himself in the machine shop and engaged the privacy mode. I have been down there, pounding on the door, but he just refuses to open," Beka answered.

"Well, the meeting is in twenty minutes, and I he is not getting out of attending this one!"

Beka just shrugged her shoulders to let him know that there was really nothing she could do about the situation. The last time any of them had seen Harper was about three days ago. He had seemed very excited, even for Harper, but refused to tell them why. After that, not a word.

"Okay, that does it. Andromeda, override privacy mode! Authorisation..."

Dylan rambled off something to do with breaks and colours and japanese symbol for cat's bottom and Rommie confirmed that the door was now unlocked.

"Beka, would you go down there and get him please?"

"On my way."

She exited the bridge with a look of determination. This diplomatic meeting was clearly very important to Dylan, and could use a good excuse to remind Harper that there were certain responsibilities he would just have to get used to having.

Time passed. No Harper. No Beka either. Seriously, who'd be the captain on this ship! Eventually, Dylan turned to Tyr and opened his mouth.

"Tyr, would you..."

"I thought you would never ask."

Tyr left the bridge with an even more determined expression. The time to let Harper get away with murder had definitely come to an end, he would see to that.

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"What is going on in here that is so important that you cannot spare half an hour to attend the meeting with..."

Tyr forgot the rest of the sentence as he saw what was going on inside the machine shop. Harper was bent over a consol, keying in number so fast that it looked as if his fingers had taken on a life of their own. A screen in front of him displayed a rapidly changing series of images. Beka was standing at his side, looking over his shoulder. That was nothing unusual. The strange thing was that the far end of the room was not there. Instead, there was the same image as the one on the screen, only live-size, and changing just as rapidly.

At the sound of Tyr's voice, Harper spun around. He looked like he had not slept in days. Or eaten for that matter. Big, black rings under his eyes, and his clothes creased like he had decided to permanently boycott the iron.

"I've cracked it!" he said.

"What, your skull?"

"No! Channelling! I thought it required insane amounts of energy, but the thing is, you can loop it back! The energy! Ah, you wouldn't understand..."

He turned back to the screen and resumed his frantic typing.

"I understand that now is not the time to be playing with your toys! Dylan requests your attendance at this meeting and..."

"Ah, shut up!" Harper shouted, "Don't you get what a big thing this is? Interdimensional travel baby!"

Tyr did not appreciate being interrupted, but he appreciated even less being called 'baby'. Although of course he knew Harper did not mean it that way. He was just about to grab a hold of Harper for some of the patented shaking, but suddenly something happened. The strange flickering at the far end of the room spread rapidly across the floor, eating away the solidity of the room.

"Ah crud, not good, NOT good..." Harper had time to shout and then the floor disappeared from beneath their feet.

They fell. Not far. About a metre. Nobody got hurt. The three of them stood up and looked around. No sign of the machine shop. No sign of the ship. No enemies in sight, no dangers. Just a deserted street shrouded in twilight. They were in the biggest trouble of their lives.

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a bit short, I know, but I have to figure out what's going to happen before I can write it!