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SUMMARY: Harper comes back from a trip, with a secret. When it 'comes out', it surprisingly has a connection to Trance.

A quick question before you go on...Would it be HORRIBLE, and make me a HORRID person and writer, if I use one of my made-up-characters in more than one story! The future of some fan fictions of mine DEPEND on YOUR answer! Thank you for your time.

I'm just joking, but I have 2 good ideas for 2 different stories, using the same made-up-character. Do you know what I'm talking about!

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Harper shuffled his booted feet as he made his way out of the Maru. Beka closely followed. She was worried, past worried.

They had just came back from a mission, a mission that had gone wrong. Some Nietchiens who belonged to the Commonwealth lived on a forest planet, and had asked, or to say more precisely, demanded, the Andromeda to supply them with food and ammunition. All the others were busy with different things, so it was just Beka and Harper who went to the Nietchiens aid.

The two had hand-carried the supplies to the Loret Pride, who had made a fort in the middle of the forest. When asked about needing ammunition, they said that some of the local primitives were hostile, and they had to protect themselves to 'insure their survival'.

Beka had gone on ahead of Harper, with a hand full of food supplies. The thick trees crowded them, and they were lost in thoughts. A scream broke Beka of her thoughts.

When she turned around, she saw Harper being dragged quickly away by savage beings. She dropped her cargo, and ran as fast as she could to her adopted brother. But crudely made spears pelted around her, one lodging itself in her leg. As she lost consciousness, all she could think about through the pain was Harper.

She had waken up in a soft bed, in the Loret fort. She recovered, but there was no word about Harper. The Loret refused to go out there and look, because it 'damaged their chances of survival.' But they promised to keep a look out for any clues.

3 days later, a day off schedule of when they should have been starting back, Harper appeared at the fort. Beka had tried to look for any harm done to him, or ask him about what happened, but he refused to talk about it.

He was much more quieter than usual, and only said things that were important in a soft voice. There was no jokes, not anything.

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Beka whispered to the other occupant of Med-Deck. The purple girl nodded her head in agreement.

"Trance, he won't tell me what happened, and I can't find anything wrong with him. Not that he would let me examine him, but I tried to. Your close to him, also. Do you think you can try and get what happened out of him!" Beka asked the mysterious being, worry tracing itself on her tired face.

Million of bad thoughts rushed through her head, as she thought what the beings had done to him. Beat him, torture. Maybe that wasn't their Harper. Maybe it was an imposter. She voiced some of her concerns to Trance.

"Now you are just getting paranoid. Don't worry; I'll find out what happened. To coin a phrase from the Book of Harper, 'Trust in the Trance. The Trance is good.'

Trance gave Beka an encouraging smile. A booming voice broke the sudden silence in the Medical Deck.

"Beka. Could you come up and pilot us to our next slip-stream point?" Dylan's strong voice asked over the comms.

Beka left Trance to think of a way to get her young friend to open up.

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Trance nervously fidgeted in Hydroponics, as she waited for the arrival of Harper. The whoosh of doors alerted Trance of someone coming in.

Harper made his way through the maze of plants, until he found his Purple Pixie, his Sparkly Purple Babe.

But those names never made their appearance in Harper's brain, or on his lips. All he said was, " 'Lo."

Trance nodded, smiling like a fool, then motioned for Harper to sit down on a hidden bench among the plants.

He timidly sat down, on edge. Trance sighed. It was never easy.

Surprisingly, when she asked him what happened, he answered. "Trance. I want to tell you. But I'm gonna have to pull a Trance, and say that I'll tell you later. But, believe me, I'm fine."

But the smile he flashed her didn't reach his eyes. There was no sparkle. But, if he wasn't in bad condition, there was nothing she could do for him but be there for him.

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It had been months since the kidnapping. Since then, a new Harper had emerged. The jokes and hit-on-the-girls attitude were gone, but this wasn't a sad, depressed Harper, either. He was quiet, and happy.

He spent more time 'in his head', then with the rest of the crew. The others slowly stopped worrying. Often they would find Harper, alone, deep in the Andromeda's vents, doing something to pass the time. But, when he was around his crewmates, he wasn't hostile. He would invite conversation, and company. Those were the good days.

A few days, he would be depressed. Much more depressed than his original self could ever be. The crew knew something deep inside Harper was wrong.

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Sorry, the 'ending' was a bit lame, but this isn't the ending of the story, so don't worry! This story wouldn't leave me alone, and I haven't posted anything new about Andromeda in awhile. Sorry, chapters and ideas are becoming hard. So...I hope you liked this! I DO have a plan on this (Yay!).