TITLE: Harper Has the Flu
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: None
ARCHIVE: Yes, ask first though please
DISCLAIMER: I do not own ANDROMEDA or any of it's characters. They belong to the lucky folks at Tribune.
SUMMARY: Short and sappy, this is a response to a challenge on SlipStream. The challenge was to incorporate this quote into a story, "My liver--I was wondering where that had got to" Reviews welcome :D
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Harper groaned and rolled over onto his side. He was in his bed but he felt like he should be in his grave. "Oh, man." He moaned as another wave of nausea broke over his body. "I sure hope I had a good time, 'cause I don't remember doing anything to deserve this." He clenched his jaw and swallowed hard, attempting to hold his insides in.
"Don't worry Harper, you haven't violated any public dress code this time, you just have a touch of the flu." Andromeda's android said from beside Harper's bed.
Harper opened his eyes, startled. "Rommie, what are you doing here?" He wrapped his arms around his stomach trying to soothe the boiling beast.
"My main AI was alerted to you distress. Scans revealed a virus, the flu. I...I mean she...consulted Trance and we, I mean, they agreed that it was mild enough that you would be able to ride it out naturally. "
"Wonderful for them." Harper said as he tried to sit up. When the room started spinning, he gave up and let his head fall back onto the pillow. He braced his arms on the sheets, trying to keep the bed from rocking. "That doesn't explain what *you're* doing here though. Unless you want to join me?" Somehow he managed to crack open one eye and paste on a leering grin.
Rommie tried to look disgusted at Harper's invitation but could only manage a slight smile. This was their game, and even sick as a dog, Harper wanted to play. Somewhere along the line, she had come to enjoy and even expect his *unwanted* overtures. "No, Harper, I do not wish to join you, and to answer your question, I came here to keep an eye on you."
Harper ran his hands slowly down his face, "Not that I'm complainin' Rom-Doll but couldn't your hologram do that? Or even Trance?"
Rommie sat on the edge of Harper's bed and ran a cool washcloth over his face. "Yes, it's true they could but Trance is leaving today for Bangor drift and my main AI is busy working on battle plans with Dylan. Besides, you take such good care of me, I figured it was about time to return the favor."
Harper looked at Rommie with gratitude. "Rommie, thanks, I....I..." Suddenly Harper bolted upright, lept from the bed and raced toward the fresher.
Rommie shook her head and followed him. She found him on his knees before the bowl. She knelt next to him and rubbed slow circles across his back as his retching faded to dry heaves. When he was finished, Rommie gave him a cloth to wipe his mouth. He accepted the offer, glanced at the contents of the bowl and weakly commented, "Geeze, I didn't think it was ever gonna stop. Hey! My liver! I'd wondered where that got to." He giggled and tried to stand. He almost made it but his shaking legs wouldn't allow it. Rommie reached under his arms to steady him and helped him back to his bed. She pulled the covers up to his chin and resumed mopping his brow with the cool cloth.
Harper's eyes became heavy as exhaustion took it's toll. "Rommie?" He said sleepily, "Are you gonna stay?"
Rommie ran her hand down Harper's cheek and he nuzzled it slightly. "I'll be here as long as you need me, my engineer." She whispered.
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: None
ARCHIVE: Yes, ask first though please
DISCLAIMER: I do not own ANDROMEDA or any of it's characters. They belong to the lucky folks at Tribune.
SUMMARY: Short and sappy, this is a response to a challenge on SlipStream. The challenge was to incorporate this quote into a story, "My liver--I was wondering where that had got to" Reviews welcome :D
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Harper groaned and rolled over onto his side. He was in his bed but he felt like he should be in his grave. "Oh, man." He moaned as another wave of nausea broke over his body. "I sure hope I had a good time, 'cause I don't remember doing anything to deserve this." He clenched his jaw and swallowed hard, attempting to hold his insides in.
"Don't worry Harper, you haven't violated any public dress code this time, you just have a touch of the flu." Andromeda's android said from beside Harper's bed.
Harper opened his eyes, startled. "Rommie, what are you doing here?" He wrapped his arms around his stomach trying to soothe the boiling beast.
"My main AI was alerted to you distress. Scans revealed a virus, the flu. I...I mean she...consulted Trance and we, I mean, they agreed that it was mild enough that you would be able to ride it out naturally. "
"Wonderful for them." Harper said as he tried to sit up. When the room started spinning, he gave up and let his head fall back onto the pillow. He braced his arms on the sheets, trying to keep the bed from rocking. "That doesn't explain what *you're* doing here though. Unless you want to join me?" Somehow he managed to crack open one eye and paste on a leering grin.
Rommie tried to look disgusted at Harper's invitation but could only manage a slight smile. This was their game, and even sick as a dog, Harper wanted to play. Somewhere along the line, she had come to enjoy and even expect his *unwanted* overtures. "No, Harper, I do not wish to join you, and to answer your question, I came here to keep an eye on you."
Harper ran his hands slowly down his face, "Not that I'm complainin' Rom-Doll but couldn't your hologram do that? Or even Trance?"
Rommie sat on the edge of Harper's bed and ran a cool washcloth over his face. "Yes, it's true they could but Trance is leaving today for Bangor drift and my main AI is busy working on battle plans with Dylan. Besides, you take such good care of me, I figured it was about time to return the favor."
Harper looked at Rommie with gratitude. "Rommie, thanks, I....I..." Suddenly Harper bolted upright, lept from the bed and raced toward the fresher.
Rommie shook her head and followed him. She found him on his knees before the bowl. She knelt next to him and rubbed slow circles across his back as his retching faded to dry heaves. When he was finished, Rommie gave him a cloth to wipe his mouth. He accepted the offer, glanced at the contents of the bowl and weakly commented, "Geeze, I didn't think it was ever gonna stop. Hey! My liver! I'd wondered where that got to." He giggled and tried to stand. He almost made it but his shaking legs wouldn't allow it. Rommie reached under his arms to steady him and helped him back to his bed. She pulled the covers up to his chin and resumed mopping his brow with the cool cloth.
Harper's eyes became heavy as exhaustion took it's toll. "Rommie?" He said sleepily, "Are you gonna stay?"
Rommie ran her hand down Harper's cheek and he nuzzled it slightly. "I'll be here as long as you need me, my engineer." She whispered.