Believe In Happy Ever After?

"I often wished you were Nietzschean"

She sank down on the floor of the Maru, breathing heavily as she buried her face in her hands, squelching the urge to cry out. Why did he have to do it? The bastard. Leaving, well she'd been expecting that for a while now. That's not to say it didn't come as a shock though, but…

I often wished you were Nietzschean…

What did telling her that achieve? She twisted and turned it every way she could, but no matter what she did it came back the same way. Why would he tease her?

I often wished you were Nietzschean…

Teasing her, taunting her…the way he always had, but this was just cruel. What was he trying to tell her? That she was inferior? That he loved her? No, Tyr did not "love". In the best case, he…admired a woman and wanted her genes. But he didn't, because she wasn't Nietzschean. So why would he say it?

I often wished you were Nietzschean…

But why? Why did he wish that? Would he have iwanted/i her if she was? Perhaps, but Tyr didn't dwell. Tyr never dwelled...she wasn't Nietzschean, and that was that to him. Or at least she'd thought it was…

Had he been…actively wanting them to be together? Like she, though she'd never admit it, had? Their workout sessions, so close and fierce, sexual frustration working into aggression, such an aphrodisiac. She'd never thought it was the same for him though. Nietzscheans didn't do casual sex. They reproduced, they mated. She couldn't imagine being close had aroused Tyr in the same way it had her.

She wasn't Nietzschean, and that was that. Why would he wish she was Nietzschean when that would never happen? Why would he dwell? Tyr didn't dwell…

I often wished you were Nietzschean…

"Beka?" She flinched and jumped up. What was he doing here? He wasn't meant to be here…he should have gone by now.

"What do you want?" She used the most hostile, yet uncaring tone she could muster. She didn't look at him.

"I wanted to…explain."

"You said that before. Look, you don't need to, whatever you want to do it's none of my business, and I really couldn't care less…" He stepped up to her and let his hand cup her chin; pushing her face up to look at him.

"Oh but I think you do," he mumbled. She pulled away and took a few steps, turning her back to him.

"Well, you think wrong Tyr," she snapped. "You think very highly of yourself, don't you? The lowly kludge, her whole happiness depending on you staying or leaving. Because it must do, you're the great Tyr Anasazi out of…"

"No!" She fell suddenly silent at his outburst. "No," he continued, calmer this time. "I'm not saying that but…Beka, don't lie to me. We both know you have…"

"If you're going to tell me I have feelings for you, then I reserve the right to laugh in your face," she warned. He chuckled softly and shook his head.

"All right," he concurred, "I won't say it." His tone of voice was that which you might use to speak to a child; and her eyes squinted in anger as she turned away again. "Beka…"

"What?" She spun around. "What do you want? What do you want, Tyr?"

"You." His reply almost made her fall over backwards. She sighed deeply and slowly raked her hand through her hair.

"I don't have time for this," she mumbled, and turned to walk away again, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him. A bit too close.

"I'm not joking Rebekah," he whispered in her ear. She felt something connect with her neck, and things seemed to go blurry. Her legs couldn't quite carry her, and her eyes couldn't quite stay open, so she slumped against him, his arms the only thing holding her up. The world was spinning and she felt like she was fading away…

"Dylan," Andromeda's face popped up on the screen. "Tyr's slipfighter has left and…"

"Yes?" Dylan said tiredly. "What's the problem?"

"Beka's with him." Dylan's eyes popped wide open and he flew out of his chair.

"What?"

"And from what I can tell," Andromeda continued, "she's not conscious."

"Set a course to pursue," Dylan commanded. "You mean he kidnapped her?"

"It seems that way," Andromeda confirmed.

"These last few days, I really should have learnt to expect anything from Tyr," Dylan said. He tried to look calm, but his heart was beating hard in his chest. He knew Tyr. He was cunning, an expert at these kinds of missions. What if they couldn't get her back?