This is going to be a harper fic. It will have two styles of writing. First person and third person perspective. It should make for an interesting read…or really confusing…..lol
First person will always be Harper and it will tell about the main important things. Though, I will do third person Harper too. Enjoy!
Oh, yeah….I don't own him, or the show. Though if I did have him……well, I'd be very happy!
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I'm sitting in the command chair on the Andromeda, if we can even call it that. It seems to be the place were it all happens, were we all…no, not all. Were Dylan, Beka or Tyr decide to go. I just go along for the ride, fixing the ship whenever Dylan breaks her or to create a brand new weapon of some sort.
I'm sitting here all alone as the others are locked up. It's easier for them, for me at the moment. They would try to tell me that I am doing the wrong thing. Try and stop me.
Once in a while, they let me fly the ship. Trance has only done it once or twice but she is convinced that she is a bad luck charm. First time she sent us back in time, to the battle of Witch head. Second time, had Rommie forcing her to take us to the Magog planet ship.
She's not a bad luck charm. She's my purple sparkly friend who just happens to be really cute. I'd die for her, for all of them. Even Tyr…I owe it to him.
Don't get me wrong, I don't love her or have a crush on her but, I fancy anything with a pulse and that has a nice set of…armaments. I mean, I wanna get freaky with a freaking ship!
You know, it's amazing what kind of thoughts ya can get when you are left all alone. Would I be doing the incest thing if I ever got down with the 'bot? I mean, I gave her life…anyway, I'm rambling.
My slow minded friends don't seem to understand, I was born on earth and that sometimes, I have to take things by force. Even the things that I care about.
I play the wounded little kid sometimes to hide the real me. The real me that would rather blow up planets than have them sign the Commonwealth treaty. To get so filthy rich that I wouldn't ever haveta work again.
The real me that created the weapon that destroyed the lives of 100 000. Such a big number for a small guy.
Why is it that when you have to do something important, it either hurts the ones you love or it hurts you?
Well, this is my story as to how I almost destroyed the universe and the guys I care about most in the world.
It started out pretty innocent enough and it might make for a good tale at the bar. So please, pull up a pew. Plenty of empty chairs on board the ship and listen to how a simple mud foot lost his mind.
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