A writer's block.

Set sometime during season 1...

Dylan sat, with his perfectly floppy-haired head in his hands and let out a loud groan. When Andromeda's lovely little hologram did not recognise the frustration her Captain was currently feeling he decided to be a bit more dramatic.

Dylan banged his head hard down on his desk and lay there still, until...

"Captain? Are you alright?" The tinny voice of Andromeda asked; her arms clasped in front of her uniform 300 years out of date. With a faux look of puzzlement on her face she continued.

"You seem a little... Put out?"

Dylan just left his head resting in his desk and grunted- he was spending too much time around Tyr he feared. His ship hovered patiently in front of him.

"Dylan?" Like a mother talking to a stubborn child.

He eventually looked up, tired blue eyes attempting to shine.

"I have to write a speech persuading yet another group of less-than-holy bozos that they want to join my joke of a commonwealth..." The venting had begun.

Andromeda pouted, she saw no problem with Dylan having to write a speech- he always came up with something humorous, witty and thought provoking. Bozos unfortunately, seemed to be the only inhabitants of this fair galaxy- there was even one down in machine-shop 5 as they spoke- drinking enough sparky cola to rot even a Magog's stomach.

Andromeda smiled at her joke and got back to the matter at hand.

"And?"

"AND!" Mumbled an exasperated Dylan. "I have writers' block. I just keep writing crap if anything at all... Do you wanna hear what I have so far huh? Do ya?"

Getting no reply, he started to read.

"Ladies and Gentleman. Hi. Join the commonwealth okay? It's better than this shit of a life you've all got going." He paused to let out a harsh laugh, looking up at Andromeda he noticed she was trying not smile. "It's awful!"

"I think..." She started to say diplomatically.

"That it's rubbish?"

"No... Well... No, Captain what I was going to say was perhaps you should give it another go after you've rested." She almost blinked out before adding a final idea. "Just speak from the heart Dylan; it's what you do best."

Had it not been for her internal sensors and gizmos, she would have missed the faint smile on Hunt's face.

Well it's really short, doesn't have much point but hopefully it should spark up the urge to write again- for Dylan and me, aha! Hope you liked it.