Trance and Dylan cook up a plan to increase Harper's Immune system with
unexpected results.
Rated: R for later chapters, sexual situations
Disclamer: I do not own these characters, they belong to someone else, I am
just borrowing them for my own perversities
"Really, you guys.dhh Ib'm fine" Harper said as he turned his head and coughed into the crook of his arm, then snorted his bulbous, stuffy nose. Piled around his work station were sensors, broken gismos and gadgets and an assortment of tools. Harper had been busy catching up on some work that he had been forced to forgo because of the Magog larvae. Now that the larvae were gone, he could get down to the business of really making Andromeda tick like the Rolex that she was. He felt guilty like she was being treated more like a cheep Timex.
"Harper, you should get down to med bay, we don't want that cough to turn into something worse." Dylan said worriedly.
"Really Harper, you sound like crap" Beka said
"Ahhh.. This cod is dribing me crazy, but.I'll surbibe, I'b had worse" Harper said and sneezed into his grimy hands. When he took his hands away from his face he left a trail of grease across his nose and on his left cheek. He looked like a little boy with a chocolate milk mustache.
"Sweety, mommy and daddy think you are too sick to play with your toys, now you march your little fanny up to med bay for some chicken soup." Beka said sarcastically. She knew that Harper never wanted to admit that he was too sick to work. But, with his immune system, they had to treat every cold as though it were fatal. Beka stepped forward with a rag, she spit onto the rag and started to wipe Harpers face.
"Eww. Boss, I'm not a kid. I can wipe my own face."
"Then wipe your face and go see Trance in med bay, if you wouldn't act like a child I wouldn't treat you like one" Beka said in her best mom voice.
"Ok, Ok, fine I'mb going." Harper said throwing his hands up in the air in defeat. Beka always seemed to know exactly what buttons to push to make him do what she wanted. Sometimes he felt like a puppet and she was the puppet master. He was so sick of being sick. He'd give anything to have Tyr's immune system.
"Nicley done." Dylan raised his eyebrows and gave a little bow in Beka's direction.
"You just gotta know his weakness, Harper hates being treated like a child and will do just about anything to escape from it."
" I guess it comes from growing up in such a polluted atmosphere without the proper nutrition, I wonder what he would have looked like if he had grown up in space." Dylan said curiously
"What do you mean? Beka asked "Well, nutrition and environment has a lot to do with height and bone structure as an adult. Harper's growth was probably arrested early in life because he was half starved. It was common in ancient earth history for people who lived in an impoverished area to be several inches if not feet shorter than their well nourished counterparts" Dylan said with an air of authority. He loved putting on his teaching hat; he would have made a good professor. Beka usually wore a bored expression throughout most of Dylan's lectures. He was encouraged by the fact that she was actually paying attention. " In Harper's case, he probably would have been at least six or seven inches taller."
" I knew that Earth made his immune system short out but, I didn't think about what it did to the rest of his body. Too bad we're too late to do anything about it." Beka said.
" Yeah, too bad" Dylan said thoughtfully.
"Really, you guys.dhh Ib'm fine" Harper said as he turned his head and coughed into the crook of his arm, then snorted his bulbous, stuffy nose. Piled around his work station were sensors, broken gismos and gadgets and an assortment of tools. Harper had been busy catching up on some work that he had been forced to forgo because of the Magog larvae. Now that the larvae were gone, he could get down to the business of really making Andromeda tick like the Rolex that she was. He felt guilty like she was being treated more like a cheep Timex.
"Harper, you should get down to med bay, we don't want that cough to turn into something worse." Dylan said worriedly.
"Really Harper, you sound like crap" Beka said
"Ahhh.. This cod is dribing me crazy, but.I'll surbibe, I'b had worse" Harper said and sneezed into his grimy hands. When he took his hands away from his face he left a trail of grease across his nose and on his left cheek. He looked like a little boy with a chocolate milk mustache.
"Sweety, mommy and daddy think you are too sick to play with your toys, now you march your little fanny up to med bay for some chicken soup." Beka said sarcastically. She knew that Harper never wanted to admit that he was too sick to work. But, with his immune system, they had to treat every cold as though it were fatal. Beka stepped forward with a rag, she spit onto the rag and started to wipe Harpers face.
"Eww. Boss, I'm not a kid. I can wipe my own face."
"Then wipe your face and go see Trance in med bay, if you wouldn't act like a child I wouldn't treat you like one" Beka said in her best mom voice.
"Ok, Ok, fine I'mb going." Harper said throwing his hands up in the air in defeat. Beka always seemed to know exactly what buttons to push to make him do what she wanted. Sometimes he felt like a puppet and she was the puppet master. He was so sick of being sick. He'd give anything to have Tyr's immune system.
"Nicley done." Dylan raised his eyebrows and gave a little bow in Beka's direction.
"You just gotta know his weakness, Harper hates being treated like a child and will do just about anything to escape from it."
" I guess it comes from growing up in such a polluted atmosphere without the proper nutrition, I wonder what he would have looked like if he had grown up in space." Dylan said curiously
"What do you mean? Beka asked "Well, nutrition and environment has a lot to do with height and bone structure as an adult. Harper's growth was probably arrested early in life because he was half starved. It was common in ancient earth history for people who lived in an impoverished area to be several inches if not feet shorter than their well nourished counterparts" Dylan said with an air of authority. He loved putting on his teaching hat; he would have made a good professor. Beka usually wore a bored expression throughout most of Dylan's lectures. He was encouraged by the fact that she was actually paying attention. " In Harper's case, he probably would have been at least six or seven inches taller."
" I knew that Earth made his immune system short out but, I didn't think about what it did to the rest of his body. Too bad we're too late to do anything about it." Beka said.
" Yeah, too bad" Dylan said thoughtfully.
