Disclaimers: What? You think I own anything like this? Are you mad? (But if I DID own Harper, I would, I dunno, maybe put him in every episode! I'd also be very, very happy.) Not getting payed for any of this - I do it purely for entertainment. (also, if I didn't write my demented stories down, my muse would kill me. or my head would implode. your choice. + ) It belongs to Gene Roddenberry (if I spelled that right) and, I believe, TRIBUNE Entertainment.
Summary: Harper and Rommie take the Maru to the trading world Kreecha to purchase supplies, and Harper meets a family member he thought was dead.
Spoilers: Spoilers for the second season, probably for Ouroboros.
A/N: I have only seen the first two seasons (don't hit me, I'm seeing them as fast as they come out on DVD!), so forgive me if anything I write goes horribly against something in later seasons. Oh, also, I'm using these: as italics, because the computer I'm writing on has decided it doesn't like Microsoft Word anymore, and this notepad thing doesn't even have italics.
Chapter 1
The android Avatar of the Commonwealth Starship Andromeda Ascendant, dubbed 'Rommie' by her friends, walked quickly through the busy markets of the planet Kreecha (which seemed to be covered with nothing but markets), searching for her engineer. Harper had run off to look at some mechanical device or other, and had not bothered to tell her where exactly he was going. She and Harper were on a supply run and Kreecha was the nearest planet that they thought they could find what they needed.
She wandered over to a stand covered in baskets holding several types of both imported and native fruits, along with quite a bit of jewlery, interestingly displayed on wire racks and on the fruit baskets. At the table stood a tall redheaded woman with eight earrings on one of her ears, and a rough blue scarf around her forhead. Next to the table sat a girl with blonde hair, facing away from Rommie. The red-haired woman looked up as Rommie walked over. "Ya need somethin'?" she said, in a rough voice.
"Have you seen a short man with blonde spiky hair?" Rommie asked the the woman with the earrings.
The woman looked Rommie over with slightly raised eyebrows. "You ain't exactly /tall/ yourself." She shrugged. "I've seen lotsa people, maybe this guy you're lookin' for - got a name?"
Rommie hesitated for a split second, then replied, "His name is Seamus Harper. Have you seen him?"
She sat on a stool, working the wire and beads Rysh had supplied for her to make the jewlery she sold. She wouldn't be missed yet at 'the Dungeon', as it was so lovingly called, and working for Rysh bought her a little more food than she otherwise got. While everything was by no means 'great', at least it wasn't as bad as it could be.
She looked up as a lady came over to the table. A very pretty lady, with short dark hair, who moved with a purpose. After watching the woman for a moment, she shrugged to herself and turned back to her work.
"Have you seen a short man with blonde spiky hair?" asked a voice that she knew must be the lady's.
Rysh was quiet for a moment. She knew that Rysh was looking the woman over, trying to decipher what she wanted. "You ain't exactly so tall yourself," she commented. She paused again. "I've seen lotsa people, maybe this guy you're lookin' for - does he have a name?"
The woman paused for such a short time that if she hadn't been paying close attention, she wouldn't have noticed it at all. "His name is Seamus Harper."
Her heart stopped. Seamus Harper. Seamus? He was alive, after all this time? The woman was saying something else, but her mind had yet to translate it. She stood and turned to look at the lady.
"Seamus /Zelazny/ Harper?" Could it possibly be him? By the Divine, she hoped so.
The woman raised her eyebrows slightly. "Yes. Do you know him?"
She smiled slightly. "Yeah, I know him. But I haven't seen him in ten years. I'm his cousin, Siobhan Lahey."
A/N: A somewhat shakey start (or at least it felt that way to me), but I have two more chapters ready to be posted if anyone thinks this story is interesting enough that I should go on. All and any reviews are greatly appreciated. This is my first fic, but don't let that stop you from flaming if you think I deserve it. (but if you do flame, please tell me what's terrible about my story!) - Neeritai +