Harper's Lullaby
Harper lay in his bed trying not to fall asleep. Again he had locked himself in his room before anything bad happen. Dylan was trying to in vain to collect more systems to join the Commonwealth. Harper had respectfully decided to stay out of the way.
He got up and glanced around his quarters. He had to do something so he would not be asleep if Dylan needed him.
His eyes fell on his bedside table. He shifted through the door to see if something was there to occupy his mind.
A flash of light of a shiny plastic cover made him gasp. He wrestled the draw to release the object.
It was covered in dust and full of grit. Smudging away the grim he gave a small smile. It was that old CD that he had made himself. Barely anything would play that thing anymore, save but one thing.
He nearly tore apart the bedside table before he found the device that he needed. Carefully inserting the CD he placed the headphones over his ears.
He pressed play and all the song he loved to listen two filled his ears.
Suddenly a lump welled up in his throat, he could see through the tears fillings his eyes.
He fumbled for the CD player trying to turn the song before emotion threatened to over come him.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Harper flung the headphones off and wiped his eyes quickly.
He opened the door as he was trying desperately to clear his throat.
Dylan stood before him.
He looked him up and down with a quizzical eye.
"What's the matter?" he asked finally.
"Nothing," Harper croaked. He cleared his voice then tried again. "Nothing," he said clearly.
"Really?" Dylan asked.
"I'm fine," Harper squeaked.
"Well when your ready, the engine room needs repairing," Dylan said, "That should get you out of the way of our guests."
Harper nodded, and with another strange look Dylan left.
Harper grabbed his tool belt and then left.
It was only later after all the guests had left and he was only again in his room without the possibility of getting interrupted he took up the headset again.
The song was sung by his mother, a lullaby that had sung him too sleep ever night. He flopped on the bed and closed his eyes.
He fell asleep before the song was finished.
Beka found the player two days later, it was extreme low battery but one song was on repeat.
She held up the headphones to her ears.
Lay your head down my sweetest light
Don't worry about the ghostly night
Here beside your bed is where I will be
Don't worry about the day for you to see
The bed is warm and the fire too
The nightmares cannot reach you
My beloved, with you I will always stay
On the softest feather pillows you may lay
Lay your head down my sweetest light
Don't worry about the ghostly night
Here beside your bed is where I will be
Don't worry about the day for you to see
Dream little one, dream away
We will find a path to light this day
Do not worry about what lies ahead
Tonight let all worries leave your bed
Lay your head down my sweetest light
Don't worry about the ghostly night
Here beside your bed is where I will be
Don't worry about the day for you to see
Dream sweet one, dream
The night is not to fear
On my shoulder you may lean
Be strong it is not time to shed a tear
Lay your head down my sweetest light
Don't worry about the ghostly night
Here beside your bed is where I will be
Don't worry about the day for you to see
Goodnight dear one.