What Comes Naturally

by MikeJaffa

There's more than one way for a Nietzschean male to prove his superiority.

TITLE: What Comes Naturally

AUTHOR: MikeJaffa

SYNOPSIS: Tyr enters a contest to do something he normally doesn't think twice about

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Somehow, I went through the entire three years of KHC's time on Andromeda without paying attention to the fact that Tyr leaned on everything. Honestly, I never noticed! (Guess I'm not a true fan after all. g ) But one night, night, I saw a Youtube clip of Kevin Sorbo and Laura Bertram, and Kevin talked about that Tyr's leaning. And even if no one is reading these fics anymore, my DROM silly muse hasn't died yet, so….

DISCLAIMER: Who owns DROM? Not me, that I know. Please don't sue me

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"C'Mon, Big guy!" Beka heard Harper's voice echo from down the corridor. "One more minute-"

"Harper," Tyr's voice growled, "I think my arm has gone numb-"

"You're almost there! 45 seconds."

"How did I let you talk me into this?"

"Two words: Babes and Money … Thirty seconds."

"And do you have to be such a task master about it?"

"It's called 'training.'"

Beka crept to the intersection and peeked around the corner. Tyr was leaning against a nearby bulkhead. No surprise there; Tyr leaned on *everything.* More than once, Beka had wondered if Victoria had ever told her son to stand up straight; it was amazing *Andromeda's* walls didn't have Tyr-shaped depressions in them. But Tyr didn't look relaxed; if anything, he was sweating. And Harper was standing nearby with a stop watch.

Harper counted down: "5...4...3...2...1...Done!"

Tyr lunged away from the wall, and the arm he'd been leaning on fell limp. "It's asleep, Harper," Tyr growled.

"You can move around, Tyr, just don't break contact with the-Oh, Hi, Beka. What's up?"

"Yes, Beka, how are-" Tyr winced as he flexed his arm.

Beka asked, "Pins and needles?"

"Yes," Tyr said. "How may we help you?"

"Nah, just going to my quarters. You guys….see you later."

Beka hurried on her way without looking back.

….FOUR WEEKS LATER….

Beka poked her head in Dylan's office. "Dylan? Got a minute?"

Dylan looked up from the flexie he was reading and smiled. "Sure, Beka. What's up?"

Beka came into the room and jerked a thumb over her shoulder. "Harper and Tyr just got back from Bangor drift."

"Yes, with some needed supplies."

"That they paid cash for."

"I know."

"You know?"

Dylan nodded. "I insister that they put five thousand thrones in the ship's petty cash supply, and use the rest for provisions. That's the only way I would let them do it."

"Do what?"

"You mean you don't know?"

"Know what? What am I supposed to know about? Because obviously, I don't know. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to know what I don't know. So, what do you know that I should know?"

"Andromeda. Play clip."

Beka and Dylan faced the wall screen as it lit to show a row of Nietzshcean males leaning against a wall.

A female voice narrated: "….and last but not least tonight, Tyr Anasazi of the *Andromeda Ascendant* won the third annual all-Nietzschean Lean-A-Thon held by Dolphin Pride on Infinity Atoll. The laconic last Kodiak lounged for twenty-seven hours and thirty-five minutes, breaking the previous record held by…."

Beka arched her eyebrows. "'Lean-A-Thon'?"

"Yeah, who knew?" Dylan said. "I thought it was just a mannerism of his. But I guess there are all sorts of way for Nietzscheans to prove their superiority, and being 'uber-casual' about everything is one of them."

"When did this ship become a flying insane asylum?"

"Is that a rhetorical question?"

Beka chuckled. "It is now."

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