Title: Just a Push

Pairing: Harper/Tyr

Warnings: Slash, Devon's threats

Summary: Tyr saves Harper. Harper wants Tyr. Harper always gets what he wants.

He was working in the engines, just like he always did. There was a slight difference though, as much as he hated to admit it, Harper knew he was kind of hiding himself. Just a week ago, by a random chance the Andromeda had stumbled across another survivor of Tyr's pride and not just any survivor; it was a very distant cousin of Tyr's named Devon. The boy was 16 years old, although his development, both physical and mental, was more like that of a 19-year-old human. They had taken him on to the ship, Beka and Dylan overjoyed to help Tyr, but Harper felt otherwise. The Nietzschean was young but aggressive, already causing Harper to have to back down to minor threats two or three times.

So now the last couple days he had been hiding out whenever he could, avoiding the kid. He had engaged privacy mode in the workroom, but it wasn't until he heard the door open that he realized he hadn't locked it up. He sighed, half under the machine, the steps were light and he assumed it was Beka. "I'm real busy right now Beka, I'll be done in a little while."

He expected to get a lecture, but instead someone grabbed his legs and yanked him out from under the machine. He looked up, ready to curse someone to hell and back only to find himself looking at Devon. The smile on his face was enough to make Harper's fight or flight response trigger. Before the boy could do anything Harper screamed at the top of his lungs for Andromeda, only to remember that privacy mode was engaged.

The boy smiled again and Harper tried to scramble out from under him but he grabbed both of Harper's upper arms and pulled him to his feet and then shoved him against the wall. He pressed tightly against Harper, pressing him against the hard surface.

Harper fought as hard as he could. A fist actually connected and then Harper froze as it caused Devon to growl fiercely. Suddenly he was spun around and shoved back against the wall. His hands were held behind his back, Devon's one hand easily holding both wrists together and pulled up at an angle that was slightly painful. When Devon pressed against him he had to swallow down the panic at the hardness pressing against his ass. No, no, no!

Harper's mind spun, this couldn't be happening, this didn't happen to him anymore. He didn't get abused anymore, he didn't get forced into anything anymore, but the body pressing up against his told him different. The worst part was that there was nothing he could do. The Nietzschean was easily holding him, not even breaking a sweat.

Suddenly the other hand was around his waist, sliding up his shirt and teeth bit down on the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. The bite hurt, but what worried him more was the hand in his shirt. He tried to say something but then the hand was in his hair and roughly shoved his face into the wall, surely making a bruise. "Quiet kludge." He didn't open his mouth again; too afraid he would be hit. The hand holding his arms tightened, causing pain to shoot through his body. He whimpered loudly, flinching as he expected a hit but the Uber seemed to enjoy the whimpering sound, repeating the motion in order to get the sound again. The hand was under his shirt again, splaying across his stomach. His stomach muscles clenched, pulling away from the touch of the Uber.

The hardness was pressing hard against him and he fought back tears. He wouldn't let the Nietzschean see him cry. The hand slowly slid down, starting to play with the band of his pants. He shut his eyes and prayed it would be over soon.

Suddenly there was an unmistakable sound of a growl and then, "Devon!"

The emotions ran through Harper faster than he could control. Relief, fear, and of course, humiliation. He was after all in the process of being raped by a child. He heard Tyr stalk over and felt Devon tense in fear.

"Get your hands off of him Devon." Harper felt the hands on him tighten for a few seconds and then they were gone. He let out the breath he had been holding. He pressed both palms against the wall and took a deep breathe before turning around to watch the scene in front of him, wrapping his arms around his own chest, hugging himself. He knew there were tear tracks down his face but there was no way to hide it anyways.

Devon straightened his back, "What? He's just a kludge, I can take him if I want to." Harper was terrified, what if Tyr agreed with him; he wouldn't leave him here, would he?

Tyr's words were a growl, "Not on this ship child."

The boy hesitated and then suddenly let a somewhat innocent smile cross his face, "He wanted me to do it."

Harper's mouth dropped open, "Tyr, I didn't-"

"Hush boy." The venom in the words efficiently silenced Harper. Harper winced, even he could tell how angry Tyr was, and suddenly he realized that Tyr might believe Devon over him. Tyr stalked forward, putting them all with in a foot of each other. Harper hugged himself tighter, fearing that the anger in Tyr's face was going to be placed on him. Tyr must have sensed the sudden increase of fear because he glanced at Harper before gently touching his shoulder, "I know you didn't, boy."

Devon was outraged, "You believe a kludge over me?"

"Yes, I believe Harper over you." He stressed the name and then he growled and grabbed Devon by the back of the neck, turning them to both face Harper. He pointed to Harper, "Tell me Devon, what do you sense off of him?"

He looked at Harper and his eyes took on that of a lazy predator and a sneer curved his lip, "Fear."

Tyr watched as the one word caused Harper to look away, and made a mental note to boost his confidence somehow later, now he had other problems though. "You have much to learn child. What don't you sense off of him?" The boy looked at him and confusion crossed his face, obviously he didn't get it. He hit the boy hard across the face, quick enough that Devon didn't see it coming. "Lust boy, there is no lust coming from him, no desire. Just fear, not something you would expect to come from a man asking another to screw him, huh?" He was going to dismiss the boy then but instead gave him a glare that told him not to move. He looked to Harper.

"Are you okay?"

He tried to give Tyr a cocky grin but couldn't do it. Instead he nodded weakly, "Yeah, I think." Before he could stop the movement Tyr traced the bruise along Harper's cheek, a frown crossing his face before he lightly touched the bite mark on his shoulder. He looked up and gave Harper a questioning look.

He shook his head, "No other marks."

Satisfied he turned to Devon, "Listen boy, if I ever hear of you laying a hand on Harper against his will again, I'll kill you myself. Now go."

Devon nodded, there was no mistaking the seriousness in the voice, he glanced at the boy huddled against the wall but was smart enough to know that he was officially off limits. He headed out quickly.