TITLE: Back From the Future (ew...I hate the title, will gladly take suggestions)
AUTHOR: Mercury's Winter
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Andromeda or any of its Characters. This is purely for fun. *Emptys pockets* See? No profit here!
ARCHIVE: Yes, please, just drop me a line and let me know where.
SUMMARY: Purple Trance comes back from the future and boy is she ticked off!
SPOILERS: Anything in Season II, especially Ouroboros
AUTHOR'S NOTE: My first foray into fanfiction. This started as a one sentence challenge and a muse jumped up and bit me. WIP btw. Please Read and Review
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"There is no future but that which we create."
Anonymous
Purple Trance glared at Gold Trance, in her eyes flaming galaxeys spun vortexes of hate, "You lied to me, I didn't make any mistakes, you stole my life and my friends and I want them back NOW"
Harper watched the exchange with mouth agape. Five minutes previously he had been in machine shop 17, proudly showing Trance the modificaitons he had made to the ship's internal defenses. In the exact middle of his boasting, a strange blue light filled the room. It reminded him of the tesseract fields that saved his life and condemned Hohne. Out of the blinding blue emerged a figure, unseen on Andromeda for 7 months. He and Trance remained transfixed as the light faded and winked out. There before them was Trance in all her purple glory. Her hair was longer than Harper remembered, with dazzling streaks of auburn that flowed around her shoulders like a blazing sunrise. She was dressed in a Highguard uniform of all things, the black and maroon leather torn and stained with blood.
Gold Trance stared back with a hate so cold Harper swore he could see his breath. "What. Are. You. Doing. Here." She rasped through tightly clenched teeth. It was not a question and Harper could see her quaking with rage.
"I have returned to put a stop to your lies and save my friends, my family." Purple Trance noticed Harper for the first time and her gaze softened. "Harper..." She started but the moment of distraction was all Gold Trance needed. She leapt at P.Trance, arms outstreatched, reaching for the girl's throat.
The sudden attack snapped Harper out of his initial shock and sent him into action. "Andromeda! Emergency in Machine Shop 17!" He yelled over the com as he struggled to pull Trance off of...well...herself.
Gold Trance managed to get a choke hold on her twin, as much to keep her from talking as to throttle the life out of her. Their eyes locked again as pure, naked hatred flew threw the air. G.Trance felt something hit her flank, barely acknowledging Harper's attack, she withdrew one hand from the purple neck and used it to knock Harper to the ground. Quickly realizing that she needed to maintain her cover if she ever wanted to rid herself of the pixie for good, she hollered, "Harper, stay back, this is an imposter! She's here to kill us all!"
Harper, slightly dazed from the blow, felt a moment of confusion. He watched the two women struggling and debated what to do. The decision was made for him as the doors to the machine shop opened and Dylan, Beka and Rommie raced through. Beka, seeing only Harper ran to him to make sure he was ok. Harper noted the first aid kit clutched in her hands. Dylan skidded to a halt as he was confronted with the writhing tangle of Trances on the floor. Rommie stopped short, nearly colliding with him. She followed his gaze and did what her programing told her to do, she gasped.
"Trance?" Dylan asked, bewildered.
"Trance?" Rommie echoed.
Beka turned from her quick examination of Harper and took in the scene for the first time. "Trance! Get off her! What is going on here?"
"Get back, Beka, this *thing* is pure evil, I have to destroy it." Gold Trance said, never taking her eyes from those of her younger self.
"I'll be the one to decide that." Dylan stated as he leveled his forcelance at both Trances. "Let her up, NOW."
Gold Trance tore her gaze away from her target, glancing at Dylan and his forcelance, she considered her options. Trusting Dylan to be Dylan, she knew he would insist on hearing both Trances' explanations and that if she disobeyed him and killed her other self, she would end up in the brig, or worse. Dylan knew enough of her physiology to know that the forcelance blast wouldn't kill her but it would stun her and there were fates worse than death. She looked again at Purple Trance, trying to convey in her eyes what she would do to her twin if the truth were to be uttered. After a long moment, she released her grip and slowly got to her feet.
Purple Trance coughed and rubbed her throat. She struggled a bit in rising and Harper reflexively started to help her. Dylan motioned him back with his forcelance. "I don't know what's going on here, but I think you had better stay back until we get to the bottom of this."
"Now, will one of you please explain to me what's going on here?"
TBC
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AUTHOR: Mercury's Winter
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Andromeda or any of its Characters. This is purely for fun. *Emptys pockets* See? No profit here!
ARCHIVE: Yes, please, just drop me a line and let me know where.
SUMMARY: Purple Trance comes back from the future and boy is she ticked off!
SPOILERS: Anything in Season II, especially Ouroboros
AUTHOR'S NOTE: My first foray into fanfiction. This started as a one sentence challenge and a muse jumped up and bit me. WIP btw. Please Read and Review
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"There is no future but that which we create."
Anonymous
Purple Trance glared at Gold Trance, in her eyes flaming galaxeys spun vortexes of hate, "You lied to me, I didn't make any mistakes, you stole my life and my friends and I want them back NOW"
Harper watched the exchange with mouth agape. Five minutes previously he had been in machine shop 17, proudly showing Trance the modificaitons he had made to the ship's internal defenses. In the exact middle of his boasting, a strange blue light filled the room. It reminded him of the tesseract fields that saved his life and condemned Hohne. Out of the blinding blue emerged a figure, unseen on Andromeda for 7 months. He and Trance remained transfixed as the light faded and winked out. There before them was Trance in all her purple glory. Her hair was longer than Harper remembered, with dazzling streaks of auburn that flowed around her shoulders like a blazing sunrise. She was dressed in a Highguard uniform of all things, the black and maroon leather torn and stained with blood.
Gold Trance stared back with a hate so cold Harper swore he could see his breath. "What. Are. You. Doing. Here." She rasped through tightly clenched teeth. It was not a question and Harper could see her quaking with rage.
"I have returned to put a stop to your lies and save my friends, my family." Purple Trance noticed Harper for the first time and her gaze softened. "Harper..." She started but the moment of distraction was all Gold Trance needed. She leapt at P.Trance, arms outstreatched, reaching for the girl's throat.
The sudden attack snapped Harper out of his initial shock and sent him into action. "Andromeda! Emergency in Machine Shop 17!" He yelled over the com as he struggled to pull Trance off of...well...herself.
Gold Trance managed to get a choke hold on her twin, as much to keep her from talking as to throttle the life out of her. Their eyes locked again as pure, naked hatred flew threw the air. G.Trance felt something hit her flank, barely acknowledging Harper's attack, she withdrew one hand from the purple neck and used it to knock Harper to the ground. Quickly realizing that she needed to maintain her cover if she ever wanted to rid herself of the pixie for good, she hollered, "Harper, stay back, this is an imposter! She's here to kill us all!"
Harper, slightly dazed from the blow, felt a moment of confusion. He watched the two women struggling and debated what to do. The decision was made for him as the doors to the machine shop opened and Dylan, Beka and Rommie raced through. Beka, seeing only Harper ran to him to make sure he was ok. Harper noted the first aid kit clutched in her hands. Dylan skidded to a halt as he was confronted with the writhing tangle of Trances on the floor. Rommie stopped short, nearly colliding with him. She followed his gaze and did what her programing told her to do, she gasped.
"Trance?" Dylan asked, bewildered.
"Trance?" Rommie echoed.
Beka turned from her quick examination of Harper and took in the scene for the first time. "Trance! Get off her! What is going on here?"
"Get back, Beka, this *thing* is pure evil, I have to destroy it." Gold Trance said, never taking her eyes from those of her younger self.
"I'll be the one to decide that." Dylan stated as he leveled his forcelance at both Trances. "Let her up, NOW."
Gold Trance tore her gaze away from her target, glancing at Dylan and his forcelance, she considered her options. Trusting Dylan to be Dylan, she knew he would insist on hearing both Trances' explanations and that if she disobeyed him and killed her other self, she would end up in the brig, or worse. Dylan knew enough of her physiology to know that the forcelance blast wouldn't kill her but it would stun her and there were fates worse than death. She looked again at Purple Trance, trying to convey in her eyes what she would do to her twin if the truth were to be uttered. After a long moment, she released her grip and slowly got to her feet.
Purple Trance coughed and rubbed her throat. She struggled a bit in rising and Harper reflexively started to help her. Dylan motioned him back with his forcelance. "I don't know what's going on here, but I think you had better stay back until we get to the bottom of this."
"Now, will one of you please explain to me what's going on here?"
TBC
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