I would like to note, before I start this, that I have ZIPPO talent for writing fanfics as far as I know, but then again, I've never tried it before...... This is my first attempt at any fanfic of any sort, so if it sucks it's not my fault! I was content reading fanfics until I noticed the horrible lack of Baka/Dylan material for us poor B/D shippers. That, and I needed something to do to keep me from tracking down and killing either Kevin Sorbo for fighting the show's writers on that or the writers for listening to him. The only way I'm keeping myself sane as we speak, is the fact that Chris Carter said (at the end of season 3 of the X-Files) that Mulder and Scully would never get together....... and look what happened there (I would like to note that fact was pointed out to me by Meelee on Slipstream, who will hammer me if I don't write this fic!)! Personally, I'd be happy if Beka and Dylan don't get together until the series winds down to the end, as long as it happens! One last question: If I made a Beka/Dylan site, would anybody come? I mean it!
~~~~~~Spooky~~~~~~
Dylan blinked, once, twice, opening his eyes to reveal a slightly blurry picture of what looked like a ceiling. Where was he? He moved his hand up to try and rub clear both his eyes and his mind.
the slight movement caught the eye of someone across the room, I think he's waking up....
Dylan found his voice strangly hoarse, and he was becoming aware of a dull pain enveloping much of his body.
You've been out for days. Trance's face now showed it's self in Dylan's field of vision.
Where am I?
The med bey, Trance looked worried, do you remember anything?
Dylan strained his mind, grasping at the images that began to come back to him. The memories of the past week slowly came back to him. Mission, the Maru, Nietzscheans, trapped, magog, and........
Dylan sat straight up, scanning the room for his first officer. He saw her then, lying on another bed a little ways away from him, quite still.
Y'know, sitting up probobly isn't the smartest thing to do right now. Harper was working on some of the equipment across the room.
But Dylan couldn't take his eyes off Beka. If she was....... his train of thought was interrrupted by the entrance of Rommie, who immidiatly saw his distressed look and followed the direction of his gaze to the scource if it.
She's alive, she answered Dlyan's unspoken thoughts, but barely. She hasn't shown any signs of response since we found you both, but she's breathing. Her vital signs are very weak though.
Dylan rested his face in his hands, It's all my fault, my fault....... why?
Trance looked about to say something, but stopped herself, leaving the room instead, and dragging harper along with her. Rommie followed reluctantly, looking back over her shoulder as if she, too, would have liked to say a word of comfort
And then, Dylan was alone, except for the unconcious form of his first officer, and possibly best friend. He could see her chest gently rising and falling now, small shallow breaths. Despite the aching pain all over his body, he forced himself onto his feet, walking slowly and haltingly over to her bed. She looked so pale, almost unrecognizeable from the vibrant firey person he knew so well.
I'm sorry.... He took her hand in his. It felt cold, almost lifeless, This is all my fault, if only it had never happened.....
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To Be continued in Chapter 1
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Yeah yeah yeah, it was short. It's SUPPOSED to be short! It's a prologue for crying out loud! So? Did you like it? Hate it? Want to throw me out of a jet plane? If you like it, I'll post chapter 1 (which should be significantly longer than this) up as soon as I can! Actually.... I'll probobly post it anyway to appease Meelee, who will beat me with a potted plant' (her words) if I don't! Oh, just a note.... this is one of those stories where the whole thing is pretty much a prequel to the prologue. Ya' know, the rest of the story is gonna explain how things got to this point. In other words, what happened to Beka and Dylan. Comments, suggestions and death threats are welcome! Ms_K_Spooky@yahoo.com!