Title: In Sickness and in Hell
Author: Weird_Peace aka Harper's
Rating: PG-13
Synopsis: Mainly about Tyr. Heavy angst story(Did you expect anything else from me?).
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, yadda yadda yadda, can I please get on with the story?

Spoilers:  All Second season and UTN, IMALL, and Pearls.


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What we live for defines wether we have hope. Wether we have hope defines why we live. And so the circle goes, unless one is taken away. And no longer we have a circle, nor any object of definition, except something beautiful broken.

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"Where is it?"

Tyr didn't respond. If he had wanted to, he doubted he could have. If his jaw wasn't already broken, it sure as hell felt close to it.

"I asked you a question Kodiak. You will answer me!" Tyr's head snapped back as he was hit again. At least they were only punching him this time. It was less painful than some of the other things they had used on him.

A shudder convulsed through his body as he remembered. Needles, heat, cold, iron, electricity...and that was the first week.

"Where are the remains?!" Tyr closed his eyes and shook his head. To say no, to curse himself for getting caught, just because the universe was being unfair...

How could he have let his guard down? True, he had escaped the clutches of the Drago-Kazov numerous times. But he had gotten too cocky. He believed himself superior. Superior beings didn't get caught by their enemies.

"They're on the ship. I know they are." Tyr looked warily at the slime that circled him. Odin Zinen. He would have to remember the name. Tyr's list of people to kill was running short. Odin came forward and stuck his face right into Tyr's.

"We are going to take down the Andromeda eventually. Your Captain Hunt can't slip from us forever. And when we do get it, I'll bring them here. And I will kill them all in front of you. We'll show you the remains once we have them. We'll show you the actual might of the Drago-Kazov pride. And after it all, you will beg for death, Kodiak." He spit in Tyr's face with his last words. Tyr flinched, but showed nothing else, despite the weariness. This was the first round. They always did this. Interrogation and beatings. Allowing you to "easily" give up information. But then he'd go to the other rooms. And the other people, who had no names but only delivered endless pain.

"No words from the Kodiak?" Odin sneered. And then fell forward, no longer breathing.

"Tyr?" Dylan ran forward and started working on the Nietzschean's bonds. Tyr could only imagine what he looked like. Dylan was trying hard to keep focused, but Tyr could see it in the other man's body language. And he could feel it in his own limbs as Dylan tried to get him to stand.

"Take it easy." Any other time, and Tyr would have pushed Dylan aside. But he was in too much pain for even him to bear now.

"Tyr, I know you're hurt, but we really have to get moving. Harper's block isn't going to last much longer, and I had enough trouble getting in as it was." Tyr managed to nod, and with strength he didn't know he had, lurched forward. He leaned heavily on Dylan, but they made good progress.

"Behind you!" Tyr bit down hard on his lip as Dylan pushed him into the wall. Beka was holding off the Dragon's to their right, which left Dylan guarding every other way.

"Uh guys. Hurry!" Beka helped Dylan shoulder Tyr's weight, and the Divine must have been looking out for them that day.

"Harper!"

"Coming!" Harper ran out and began covering Dylan as he and Tyr made for the Maru, Beka close behind. She closed the door behind her and made for the front of the ship. Dylan went to help her, while Harper was left with Tyr, who hadn't moved from the spot on the floor of the Maru after Dylan had dropped him off. Harper smiled, but there was concern in his eyes as he kneeled down next to Tyr.

"Tyr? C'mon big guy, just a little longer. Beka's gotta get us past the planetary defences and half the Dragon fleet and then we'll be home free. Just like any other insane plan right?" Tyr tried to smile, but it took too much energy. Harper was beginning to panick, but Tyr could hardly tell. Everything was blurry.

"Dylan! We're losing him!" Tyr heard heavy footsteps and someone was shaking him. His last coherent thought was, "Beka will yell at me for bleeding on her ship."

And then all was black.

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"Someone has to tell him."

"I'll get it done."

"Trance, I'm not sure..."

"I can do it. Trust me."

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Tyr blinked against the harsh light.

"You're awake." He turned his head to see Trance standing next to his bed. The former purple pixie was fixing an IV in his arm.

"So it would seem." He glanced around the room. Medical. The only other person besides him and Trance was Harper, sitting in a nearby chair. The boy smiled when he saw Tyr notice him, but it looked forced.

"How did you..."

"Get you out?" Trance finished with the IV and stood back. "Well as Dylan always loves to say, No plan of battle ever survives the first engagement with the enemy. You've been with the Drago-Kazovs for over a month now."

Tyr swallowed hard at that. It had seemed longer.

"We did try to get you out many, many times. But you are very important to them as it seems." She raised and eyebrow but continued. "I don't know if you could tell, but some of those Nietzscheans we passed were Sabra-Jaguar. We had to ask for their assitance in order to get you out. Bolivar was very...concerned about your safety."

Tyr chuckled betting concerned wasn't the proper word for it. He tried to get off the bed, but Harper jumped up and Trance was already pushing him down.

"You're not well enough to go anywhere." The alien's face was unreadable, but Harper's eyes expressed something else entirely.

That's when Tyr noticed it. It wasn't like he had been expecting a big welcome, but usually Dylan was here to ask him questions, or Beka was yelling at him, or the ship's avatar frowning. Harper never came to medical if he didn't need to.

And this oddly reminded him of the time after the Magog worldship, when they had been waiting for Harper to wake up. Same bed, same people in Medical, except the missing Magog. Same sense of foreboding.

"I'm a Nietzschean, not like the boy here. I should be fine." Harper, instead of coming back with a snide comment, went back over to his chair. Trance stayed where she was.

"The Dragons did a lot of damage Tyr. I've been able to fix most of it, but there are a few things that still need to be worked on. And there were some damage that I wasn't able to fix."

"For example?" Tyr didn't like where this was heading.

Trance met him, eye to eye. And her look didn't falter.

"Tyr, you're sterile."