Wasted Lives - chapter one
Disclaimer - Much as I wish they were mine, and however long I wait for Father Christmas to deliver me the rights I don't and never will own any of the characters created, or devised, by the genius Gene Roddenbury, R.I.P.
Pairings - Beka/Dylan duh!!
Rating - PG-13 just to be on the safe side.
Archiving - Ask and it will be granted but please don't take it without asking.
The tears ran down her face, burning a path through her smooth skin. As they reached her mouth Beka could taste the harsh salt with her tongue. The door beeped and flung her out of her daze.
A male voice spoke softly.
'Beka, are you in there? Please answer, are you there?' Dylan
hesitated before he entered the room, and Beka didn't turn to face him. She didn't know if she could face his questions right now. But she realised she didn't have much choice in the matter, he was after-all 'Captain'.
From where Beka lay she could feel him sit down on the bed next to her, his weight pulling the cover, stretching it. She just sniffed and lay even more still than she already was, on her side with her back to him. He placed his hand on her shoulder and Beka could feel the heat radiate through her skin.
But that wasn't all that was radiating. She could feel a stream of tingles travel from her shoulder down her arm. Why? She shook the thought out of her head.
'Look, I'm sorry, it was really... awful of me to ask you to go to
Acconiam. The city is just too...' he trailed off, shaking his head as he didn't want to set Beka off again. She had regained her normal pace of breathing from the breathless state she had been in before. Only the occasional stammered sob escaped.
Then Beka sat up. With a single strong movement Dylan twisted her
round until she was facing him. With his sleeve he wiped the lines of makeup of her face, as she sat with her arms crossed across her body as if protecting herself. Dylan pulled he into a hug and she released her arms and wrapped them around him. She collapsed into tears again and fell against his chest. He stroked her hair, and whispered how sorry he was in a soothing tone. They sat for a moment before Beka regained control of herself and sat up, pulling out of the hug. She spoke,
'Don't tell anyone about me crying Dylan. If Tyr gets hold of this I
won't hear the end of it for weeks.'
Dylan began to laugh but promised he wouldn't tell a soul.
'I'll see you later, come back onto the Andromeda as soon as your OK,
OK?' he said as he stood up to leave. He kissed Beka on the top of the head, and she felt safe again.
Disclaimer - Much as I wish they were mine, and however long I wait for Father Christmas to deliver me the rights I don't and never will own any of the characters created, or devised, by the genius Gene Roddenbury, R.I.P.
Pairings - Beka/Dylan duh!!
Rating - PG-13 just to be on the safe side.
Archiving - Ask and it will be granted but please don't take it without asking.
The tears ran down her face, burning a path through her smooth skin. As they reached her mouth Beka could taste the harsh salt with her tongue. The door beeped and flung her out of her daze.
A male voice spoke softly.
'Beka, are you in there? Please answer, are you there?' Dylan
hesitated before he entered the room, and Beka didn't turn to face him. She didn't know if she could face his questions right now. But she realised she didn't have much choice in the matter, he was after-all 'Captain'.
From where Beka lay she could feel him sit down on the bed next to her, his weight pulling the cover, stretching it. She just sniffed and lay even more still than she already was, on her side with her back to him. He placed his hand on her shoulder and Beka could feel the heat radiate through her skin.
But that wasn't all that was radiating. She could feel a stream of tingles travel from her shoulder down her arm. Why? She shook the thought out of her head.
'Look, I'm sorry, it was really... awful of me to ask you to go to
Acconiam. The city is just too...' he trailed off, shaking his head as he didn't want to set Beka off again. She had regained her normal pace of breathing from the breathless state she had been in before. Only the occasional stammered sob escaped.
Then Beka sat up. With a single strong movement Dylan twisted her
round until she was facing him. With his sleeve he wiped the lines of makeup of her face, as she sat with her arms crossed across her body as if protecting herself. Dylan pulled he into a hug and she released her arms and wrapped them around him. She collapsed into tears again and fell against his chest. He stroked her hair, and whispered how sorry he was in a soothing tone. They sat for a moment before Beka regained control of herself and sat up, pulling out of the hug. She spoke,
'Don't tell anyone about me crying Dylan. If Tyr gets hold of this I
won't hear the end of it for weeks.'
Dylan began to laugh but promised he wouldn't tell a soul.
'I'll see you later, come back onto the Andromeda as soon as your OK,
OK?' he said as he stood up to leave. He kissed Beka on the top of the head, and she felt safe again.