Insomnia
By Brit
Rated G
No spoilers. Archive if you like but please ask me first. I do not own Andromeda, I wish I did. Harper groaned he couldn't sleep no matter how hard he tried. He must have turned his pillow ten times in as many minutes. He was very tired he'd spent the whole day preparing for tomorrow and he was scared. He was almost sick with worry that he would let everyone down, especially Tyr. The big Nietzschean's approval mattered more to him than he could express in words. Beka too, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he let her down. He'd tried all the tricks to help his exhausted brain switch off and give him some rest. He'd counted backwards from one hundred in all the languages that he could remember. He'd drunk gallons of hot chocolate, which had caused its own problems. He'd just been dropping off to sleep when his bladder reminded him that it needed emptying urgently. He'd even tried to count sheep. Harper had never seen a sheep but that didn't stop him. The creatures he counted looked more like Magog that didn't help his state of mind at all. He tossed and turned, then he turned and tossed, would this night never end. Around four in the morning he decided to get up and have a shower. His nerves were stretched to breaking point and the sudden appearance of holo Rommie did nothing to help. He yelped and jumped, slipped on the soap and hit the side of the shower cubicle with his nose. "Holy freakin Kalimelons Rommie, you could give me some warning when you do that." Harper inspected his swollen nose in the mirror; his eye was beginning to blacken too. Great he was really going to look his best. Didn't he have enough to worry about? Holo Rommie was businesslike. "My sensors tell me that you have not been able to sleep, can I assist in any way?" Harper grinned. "Well there might be a little something that Rommie could do if she.... Holo Rommie did not hang around to hear the indecent proposal that her engineer was about to make to her Avatar. She popped out of existence as quickly as she had appeared. Harper chuckled; he dried himself off and got dressed. He looked in the mirror, he was looking good, and he was quite impressed with himself. The black eye and red nose didn't really add to his appearance but maybe no one would notice. All eyes wouldn't be on him anyway. He checked that he had everything, patting his pockets to be sure. He thought he would just sit down on his bed for five minutes he was so tired. Five hours later he woke with a start. He checked the time. Noooooo he was so late. It was a good job he was already dressed. His clothes were a little crumpled but no time to deal with that. He ran to the observation deck and arrived more than a little out of breath. Tyr was standing in front of Dylan. Both men looked at his battered face in horror. Tyr growled. "Boy you will be late for your own funeral." Harper just grinned nervously. The music started and Tyr and Harper turned to see Beka and Trance coming towards them. Harper exhaled noisily. "Wow," he mouthed silently at Tyr. The big Nietzschean actually looked nervous. "Harper," he hissed. "Have you got the ring?" Harper knew a moment of sheer panic, his face paled. He rummaged helplessly through his jacket and trouser pockets. Then he remembered a look of pure relief replaced the panic. He held up his hand with Beka's wedding ring on his little finger. He'd put it there for safety just before he'd fallen asleep. He looked round again. Beka looked gorgeous in her simple ivory gown, but it was Trance that Harper was looking at. She looked fabulous, her golden dress complementing the golden tones of her skin. He turned back to Tyr. "Hey big guy," he smirked. "Is it true what they say about the best man and the Chief bridesmaid?" Dylan frowned at the young man and as the bride reached her groom he started to intone the words of the wedding ceremony.
By Brit
Rated G
No spoilers. Archive if you like but please ask me first. I do not own Andromeda, I wish I did. Harper groaned he couldn't sleep no matter how hard he tried. He must have turned his pillow ten times in as many minutes. He was very tired he'd spent the whole day preparing for tomorrow and he was scared. He was almost sick with worry that he would let everyone down, especially Tyr. The big Nietzschean's approval mattered more to him than he could express in words. Beka too, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he let her down. He'd tried all the tricks to help his exhausted brain switch off and give him some rest. He'd counted backwards from one hundred in all the languages that he could remember. He'd drunk gallons of hot chocolate, which had caused its own problems. He'd just been dropping off to sleep when his bladder reminded him that it needed emptying urgently. He'd even tried to count sheep. Harper had never seen a sheep but that didn't stop him. The creatures he counted looked more like Magog that didn't help his state of mind at all. He tossed and turned, then he turned and tossed, would this night never end. Around four in the morning he decided to get up and have a shower. His nerves were stretched to breaking point and the sudden appearance of holo Rommie did nothing to help. He yelped and jumped, slipped on the soap and hit the side of the shower cubicle with his nose. "Holy freakin Kalimelons Rommie, you could give me some warning when you do that." Harper inspected his swollen nose in the mirror; his eye was beginning to blacken too. Great he was really going to look his best. Didn't he have enough to worry about? Holo Rommie was businesslike. "My sensors tell me that you have not been able to sleep, can I assist in any way?" Harper grinned. "Well there might be a little something that Rommie could do if she.... Holo Rommie did not hang around to hear the indecent proposal that her engineer was about to make to her Avatar. She popped out of existence as quickly as she had appeared. Harper chuckled; he dried himself off and got dressed. He looked in the mirror, he was looking good, and he was quite impressed with himself. The black eye and red nose didn't really add to his appearance but maybe no one would notice. All eyes wouldn't be on him anyway. He checked that he had everything, patting his pockets to be sure. He thought he would just sit down on his bed for five minutes he was so tired. Five hours later he woke with a start. He checked the time. Noooooo he was so late. It was a good job he was already dressed. His clothes were a little crumpled but no time to deal with that. He ran to the observation deck and arrived more than a little out of breath. Tyr was standing in front of Dylan. Both men looked at his battered face in horror. Tyr growled. "Boy you will be late for your own funeral." Harper just grinned nervously. The music started and Tyr and Harper turned to see Beka and Trance coming towards them. Harper exhaled noisily. "Wow," he mouthed silently at Tyr. The big Nietzschean actually looked nervous. "Harper," he hissed. "Have you got the ring?" Harper knew a moment of sheer panic, his face paled. He rummaged helplessly through his jacket and trouser pockets. Then he remembered a look of pure relief replaced the panic. He held up his hand with Beka's wedding ring on his little finger. He'd put it there for safety just before he'd fallen asleep. He looked round again. Beka looked gorgeous in her simple ivory gown, but it was Trance that Harper was looking at. She looked fabulous, her golden dress complementing the golden tones of her skin. He turned back to Tyr. "Hey big guy," he smirked. "Is it true what they say about the best man and the Chief bridesmaid?" Dylan frowned at the young man and as the bride reached her groom he started to intone the words of the wedding ceremony.