I ALWAYS SAW YOU
Summary: Tyr soon learns a few things about Beka he never thought possible.
Pairing: Beka/Tyr
Rating: M to be on the safe side.
Beka didn't want to turn, she didn't want to face Tyr and give him the satisfaction of knowing that she was an Alpha; just as he was when he had a pride, a family to call his own. She had a family and Beka didn't know where she belonged right now. Being on the Andromeda she thought of her family; her Pride. Being on Shintowa she thought of Andromeda and Tyr, especially Tyr. When she had thought herself human she had thought of him, fantasized about him. Slowly Beka Valentine abated from her mind, and Cyanne Kemair began to reemerge, but Beka wouldn't go without a fight, she made sure that the strong part of her human side stayed, incorporated with the Nietzchean side.
"Beka?" Dylan came to her side and placed his hand on her shoulder slightly aware of the growl that Tyr was issuing. Mentally Dylan shook his head, Nietzchean's were territorial when it came to their women, and it appeared to the good Captain that Anasazi had claimed Beka, even though his first officer had yet to claim him in return.
Tyr watched Dylan put his hand on Beka's shoulder and instinctively he growled in response. On some level he and Dylan were friends but the primal part of him reacted to another touching his woman, the woman he had wanted even when he thought her a human. She was every thing a Nietzchean woman should be; strong, a survivor, just pure perfection. Her blood was that of the Kemair blood line, a descendant of Isis Kemair herself.
"I want to say that we should leave," Beka backed away from Dylan and walked away from the pilot's console, "But apart of me really wants to stay."
"Tyr, what do you know about the Tigarian Pride?" Dylan asked, though he knew he should have asked Beka. But something told him that she didn't want to talk about her Pride or her family.
"In the old days of the Systems Commonwealth, the Tigarian's were one of the few Prides that refused to unite with the Nietzchean Alliance."
"In other words, we stayed with the Commonwealth," Beka bit out and turned to Tyr. She wanted him to see all the anger and hate in her eyes. It wasn't anger at him, it was anger in general. The anger was directed towards the unfairness of the universe. The one man in all existence that she wanted only wanted her now because she was Nietzchean. Beka had been Nietzchean all along, only in hiding, surviving, for her own good. If he was 1/10 the Nietzchean male he claimed he should have picked up on the subtle hints and drew the right conclusions. A growl worked its way up her throat and slipped between her lips.
"Oh yes the Tigarian's were such a major power among the Nietzchean people," Tyr snapped.
"We picked a side and we stuck. We didn't jump the fence," Beka bit back. It wasn't like how she had acted for most of her life. Beka had constantly switched sides if it meant keeping herself alive just a little longer. Both of them growled and the tension level rose by 50%.
"Ok, that's enough. Beka plot a course and take us to slip stream." Dylan ordered and watched the two Nietzchean's stare each other down before Beka backed away and took the Pilots station.
Beka rubbed her hands together and stepped into the pilot controls, "26 Ohfeugee coming up." She was eager to leave but at the same time she wanted to stay to actually see if her family came after her and tried to take her home,
"If they are, were, friends to the Commonwealth, why not stay and see if they will enter into an alliance with us? Maybe they might even rejoin the Commonwealth" Dylan proposed the idea before Beka could transit to slip stream. If anyone could grind their teeth as loud as Beka Dylan had never heard it before. It was uncommon for him to change his mind so fast. But another charter member of the new Commonwealth was not something to pass up, even if they were Nietzchean's.
"My Pride hasn't been apart of the Commonwealth since after the collapse. They, we, have become sort of isolationists." The overwhelming urge to bash her head into the console had started to nag at her. Even with her back turned she could feel Tyr's eyes boring into her. If it wasn't so enticing she would be royally pissed off and feeling the urge to kill him.
"How large is this pride of yours?" Tyr inquired and resisted the urge to go to Beka. He had to let her get comfortable in her own skin again.
"We separated into two groups, one group for public and one to build our numbers. The public part of our Pride was comprised of 5,000 men, women, and children; including the Alpha family."
"And the part rebuilding the ranks?" Tyr asked as he came closer to Beka. There had been whispers through the other prides that the Tigarian's were building an massive fleet to take on the Drago-Kassov.
"Over twenty thousand." Beka answered. The number rivaled his former pride; the Kodiak.
"Dylan, uh, we have a slip stream event opening dead a head," Harper announced in his usual manner.
"It's them," Beka breathed out. She was torn, torn between loyalty to Dylan and the want to go home. But she also wanted to be with Tyr, she always wanted him even when he didn't want her. Out of impulse she stepped closer to Tyr and laced her fingers with his. To her surprise Tyr didn't flinch, didn't back away, he stayed and squeezed her hand lightly as he pulled her closer to his body and strength.
"Dylan, we are receiving a message that is two light minutes out," The holo version of Rommie announced as she appeared next to her Captain.
"Put it on screen Rommie."
An image flicked on of Athena, "Common Wealth Starship Andromeda Ascendant, this is first Daughter Athena Kemair aboard the ship Athenian Acropolis and you good Captain, are in possession of my sister."
"Oh, I'm in love," Harper melted at the sight of Beka's sister on screen. When he looked over at Beka he cleared his throat and went back to whatever it was he was doing and tried not to incur the wrath of his boss.
She sounded so sweet and charming and Cyanne wanted to shrink away, but she had Tyr at her side giving her strength to stand tall and proud like any Nietzchean. "I'm in possession of my own self Athena." Cyanne was shining through more and more, but the attitude of Beka Valentine would not diminish.
"I can see that little sister, and what a good specimen of a man you have at your side. Claimed him yet?" She leaned closer to the screen and smiled.
"He's mine," Cyanne growled and stood in front of Tyr. She didn't have to see him to know that he was wearing a stunned expression. In the Tigarian Pride a woman could stand in front of her man. That was what Cyanne was doing.
Tyr was stunned, but he quickly schooled his feature into a menacing scowl as he wrapped his arms around Beka. She was his woman, he claimed her, and she claimed him. At least she claimed him for the time being. Tyr would work on her, seduce her, and cement his hold on her.
"Ok, let's take it down a notch," Dylan put his hands in the air and drew the attention of Athena back to him and of her sister. "If you would like to come aboard we can discuss… whatever it is you came here to discuss."
"I agree and I look foreword to speaking with you… alone Captain." Athena fixed her gaze on the Good Captain of the Commonwealth and tried to hide her self satisfied smile for her sister. At heart she wanted what was best for Cyanne.
TWO HOURS LATER:
CAPTAIN HUNT'S QUARTERS
He would have thought that meeting with Athena alone, meant that they were going to be meeting alone. Instead Beka or Cyanne as Athena kept calling her were fighting, and arguing emphatically in hushed tones. Dylan watched as the two sisters spoke in low tones. Tyr was at his side and watching the women just as intently. No doubt with his Nietzchean hearing Tyr could hear every word being spoken. He had proposed that the Tigarian Pride rejoin the Commonwealth, so far there was a split vote. Beka was for the Pride rejoining and her sister was against it. The brother would be the swing vote, but seeing as the brother was still on the other ship the sister's were still arguing.
"Do you have any idea what they are saying?" Dylan asked. So much for the alone part Athena had requested. Two hours of listening to a quiet arguing between sisters nearly had Dylan calling it quits. But Tyr had advised letting them hash things out. Course his Nietzchean friend had not thought it would take two hours.
"They are fighting about whether or not I can be Beka's husband," Tyr cocked his head to the side. It was more of an insult to be questioned about becoming a husband and a father. He had excellent genes and was, laughably, in love with Beka. Nietzchean's never fell in love, but he was in love with Beka.
"Ouch," Dylan drew out the word and he understood the gravity of such scrutiny for a Nietzchean male.
"I don't care, he's mine and there is nothing you can do to stop me." Cyanne growled and turned from her sister. She didn't want to be around Athena just now, where she wanted to be was with Tyr. Even when she had been human, or thought she was human, she stole any chance she could to be alone with him. Right now she could felt his eyes on her; she could almost feel his breath on her.
"I don't think this is the time…" Athena tried to pull her sister away from the argument that she had not meant to get into. Athena wanted to talk about joining the Commonwealth but Cyanne being Cyanne went on the offensive instead of being smart.
"Time for what? You were telling me that you thought he was a fine specimen for breeding and what not? Have you changed your mind?" Cyanne snapped. Right now she was not above trying to strangle her sister. Athena liked to manipulate rather than confront. It was an irritating personality trait.
"He seems less then I would have imagined," Athena raked her gaze over Tyr and knew that she was insulting a worthy male, but she wanted to make sure her sister chose well and all the genetic scans she had attained did not lie about Tyr Anasazi.
"No, he's more than any man." Cyanne balled her fist, the intention was to strike her sister, but instead she just left. If Dylan was going to deal with Athena he could do it alone. She would only end up hitting her sister and making a fool of herself.
EUREKA MARU:
Beka knew that Tyr had followed her but at the moment she really didn't care. Right now all she wanted to do was rage. Since taking back her true life Beka had known nothing but trouble and the trouble was her sister and brother thinking they knew what was best for her. Only Beka Valentine decided what was good for her and what she wanted was to stay on the Andromeda.
Tyr stood at the airlock and watched Beka/Cyanne pace furiously. Her sister was playing a game at her expense and Tyr was feeling angry as well. Tradition meant everything to Nietzchean's but he and Beka went way beyond tradition. He was the last of a pride and she was the descendant of Isis Kemair. In reality he had no place being with her, but that did not stop him. In this moment Tyr could tell that she was choosing to be Beka and the not her Nietzchean half. Beka was strong and independent, worthy of any male, but more important to Tyr than his own survival. That thought should have worried him or scared him, but it didn't.
"I hate her…" Beka growled and kicked a nearby bulkhead. She closed her eyes and kicked the wall again and again until Tyr's strong arms came around her and pulled her back into the center of the room.
"She is your sister and first born." Tyr stated even though Beka knew it. He had had older brothers and sisters and he knew how frustrating it could be.
"So, it doesn't mean I can't hate her," Beka replied and turned in his embrace to rest her forehead on his chest, "You know, I was happy being a human, thinking I was a human, acting like I was a human. It was a nice life, no expectations, and no family except for a thieving brother." Beka instinctively shifted more securely into Tyr's arms and took comfort from him.
"But were you happy?" Tyr asked and kissed her temple.
"No, but it was easy," Beka groaned. She hadn't wanted to say anything but Tyr being Tyr could drag information out of her without saying anything. Damn him, damn the Nietzchean people, and damn herself for falling in love with Tyr Anasazi out of Victoria by Barbarossa. "Valentines like easy." Beka muttered.
"But Kemair's are forged of fire and steel and love the hard way while breaking rules," Tyr responded. When he had been a boy he had admired the Kemair family and one day he promised himself that he would be strong enough that one of the Kemair women would chose him. Now he would make sure Beka didn't regret her choice in claiming him in front of her sister. He would be a worthy Husband and he would make her see what he was feeling for her. His feelings for her would not be a sin, not now that she was a Nietzchean. Though a small part of him still wished she was still a human.
Tyr pulled her back out of his arms slightly so he could kiss her; let her know that there was someone on her side. He was on her side. Just then his intention to comfort her flew right out the airlock at the first taste of her lips. On nights unguarded he had dreamed about taking her mouth in a reckless passion, tasting all that she was, and branding her skin with his touch. Soon, if he could, he would take her lips and make sure that his taste, his scent was on her so thick that no other male would dare try and steal her. Tyr wanted Beka to be his, to be his wife and the mother of his children. She was string and she endured and she was a survivor. But he had to convince her to take him. It had to be on her terms, and her terms alone.
Beka pulled back quickly and shook her head, "No, not like this, and not because I'm a Nietzchean." But she wanted his kiss, wanted his body, and wanted to lose herself in all that they could be together. Tyr wasn't afraid to touch her now that she was a Nietzchean and that thought sickened her. He had said he could never be interested in a human woman, but she was human or thought like one and yet here he was willingly holding her and just a few seconds ago he was kissing her. 'I hate Nietzchean's,' She thought bitterly again. But she was one and it made her hate herself. Why couldn't she have stayed human? If she did that then she would never be able to have Tyr the way she wanted. He would always thing she was lesser than she was if she had stayed human.
Tyr understood, he didn't want to, but he understood. She had been human for most of her life and she still thought like one. It was what drew him to her in the first place. For a human she had been a survivor and a strong willed woman he had wanted, even if it was for one night. Instead he pulled her back into his arms and rested his cheek against the top of her head. More than he wanted to admit, it hurt Tyr to see her so unsure of herself. So, here he stood letting her take comfort in his arms while he plotted and schemed on ways to make Beka his completely. She was his, he claimed her just as she had done. Tyr had wanted Beka ever since they had been stuck on a broken Andromeda together and he knew he would have her after that disastrous dinner.