Disclaimer: The Andromeda universe is not mine I'm just borrowing it.
Authors Note: I may write a prequel to this, so if you like it please put a request in your review.
Dylan sat next to Beka's bed in medical. They were fortunate enough to get her back from a prison camp but not before they had forced her to breathe in a poisonous toxin. Her immune system was degrading rapidly and the crew wasn't even sure if she'd make it through the night.
She hadn't regained consciousness yet so she didn't know what was happening to her. Trance had been down on the planet with her, but didn't see them try to hurt Beka in any way.
Suddenly Beka moaned, and Dylan began calling her name. Her eyelids fluttered and opened, se looked at Dylan. "Dylan?" she croaked, her voice sounding weak.
"Shhh," Dylan said. "It's okay, you're back on the Andromeda. How are you feeling?"
"Like I've taken five times the safe amount of Flash," Beka managed to say. Beka was smart enough to put together the fact that she was dying. The pain coursing through her body and the look on Dylan's face assured her of that. "Am I dying?"
Dylan's face went pale, but he didn't know why it surprised him, Beka was usually as smart as a whip. He couldn't stand letting her dye, but he didn't want to lye to her. "Yes Beka," he confesses. "We've tried everything to extract the poison out of your system, but we can't, we don't have the resources that the prison camp did."
Beka felt a lump form in her throat. "Will you do me a favor?" she asked Dylan.
"Sure," Dylan said.
"Dance with me," Beka requested.
"Okay," Dylan said picking up her up off the bed. "Andromeda, play 'Only Hope' by Switchfoot."
Beka rested her head against his chest; Dylan could feel her breath, short and uneven. This would probably be her last dance and her last request. The sound of a guitar filled the room and Dylan began rocking Beka gently in his arms. He could feel her breath growing weaker as the song went on, and by the end there wasn't a single breathe left in her body. Tears forming in his eyes Dylan placed Beka back on the bed, Trance came over and began scanning her. It was confirmed. Beka was now a mere memory; nobody would ever see her deep blue eyes again or hear her laugh. Dylan gently kissed his friends forehead and then left, letting her rest in peace.
Authors Note: I may write a prequel to this, so if you like it please put a request in your review.
Dylan sat next to Beka's bed in medical. They were fortunate enough to get her back from a prison camp but not before they had forced her to breathe in a poisonous toxin. Her immune system was degrading rapidly and the crew wasn't even sure if she'd make it through the night.
She hadn't regained consciousness yet so she didn't know what was happening to her. Trance had been down on the planet with her, but didn't see them try to hurt Beka in any way.
Suddenly Beka moaned, and Dylan began calling her name. Her eyelids fluttered and opened, se looked at Dylan. "Dylan?" she croaked, her voice sounding weak.
"Shhh," Dylan said. "It's okay, you're back on the Andromeda. How are you feeling?"
"Like I've taken five times the safe amount of Flash," Beka managed to say. Beka was smart enough to put together the fact that she was dying. The pain coursing through her body and the look on Dylan's face assured her of that. "Am I dying?"
Dylan's face went pale, but he didn't know why it surprised him, Beka was usually as smart as a whip. He couldn't stand letting her dye, but he didn't want to lye to her. "Yes Beka," he confesses. "We've tried everything to extract the poison out of your system, but we can't, we don't have the resources that the prison camp did."
Beka felt a lump form in her throat. "Will you do me a favor?" she asked Dylan.
"Sure," Dylan said.
"Dance with me," Beka requested.
"Okay," Dylan said picking up her up off the bed. "Andromeda, play 'Only Hope' by Switchfoot."
Beka rested her head against his chest; Dylan could feel her breath, short and uneven. This would probably be her last dance and her last request. The sound of a guitar filled the room and Dylan began rocking Beka gently in his arms. He could feel her breath growing weaker as the song went on, and by the end there wasn't a single breathe left in her body. Tears forming in his eyes Dylan placed Beka back on the bed, Trance came over and began scanning her. It was confirmed. Beka was now a mere memory; nobody would ever see her deep blue eyes again or hear her laugh. Dylan gently kissed his friends forehead and then left, letting her rest in peace.