AUTHOR: Kristen Kilar
TITLE: Catharsis (1/?)
RATING: PG. Language. Alcohol. Talk about sex. Angst.
DISCLAIMER: Don't I just wish? Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda and all related characters and plots belong to Robert Hewitt Wolfe, Tribune, Majel Roddenberry, and a bunch of other people besides, none of whom are me. Musical disclaimers posted in the same part the songs appear in.
ARCHIVE: Just ask, I'd love to give permission, but I like to know where my babies are spending the night.
SUMMARY: Catharsis: Any cleansing or release, as of pent-up emotions. In the aftermath of "Bunker Hill", Harper and Rommie bond.
SPOILERS: Anything up through "Ouroboros" is fair game. There are direct references to "To Loose The Fateful Lightning", "Into The Labyrinth", "All Too Human", and, of course, "Bunker Hill".
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Starts shortly after "Bunker Hill" and ends at the beginning of "Ouroboros". "Bunker Hill" left a lot of unanswered questions. I did my best to answer them.
My first multi-part fic. The parts are short, but there are several of them! Eleven as of right now. Myna is pressing me to add more.
As always, much love and thanks to my beta, Myna/Allie/niki blue/rah rah replica/etc.
Please read and review.
Holo-Andromeda appeared on the Command Deck. "Captain."
Dylan Hunt looked over at the manifestation of his ship's AI. Dealing with Elsbett and the Sabra-Jaguar in their war with the Drago-Kazov had left him feeling tired. Wiped out. He did not need another crisis, not now. "What is it?"
"It's Harper."
"What about him?"
"His vital signs are all accelerated. Heart rate, respiration—privacy mode is engaged, so I can't tell any more—"
Dylan's gut clenched instinctually. "Do you think it's the larvae?"
"No," a voice said behind him.
He turned and saw Rommie standing there, arms folded behind her back, an unusually pensive expression on her face. She must have come in while he was talking to Holo-Andromeda. "What?"
"No, I don't think it's the Magog," she elaborated. "He's…he's probably just upset about what happened on Earth. I could…talk to him for you. If you'd like."
Dylan paused, thinking that over. What the hell. It would mean he could avoid facing the quietly miserable engineer for a while longer. "Permission granted, Rommie."
She inclined her head slightly. "Thank you, sir." That said, she turned militarily on her heel and walked off the deck.
He watched her go and wondered if he was imagining the note of sarcasm in her voice.
TBC
