Title: And You Thought Larva Were Bad...
Author: Harper's aka Weird_Peace
Rating: PG-13
Synopsis: I finally wrote a Harper/Trance fiction, but with my mind...um...be prepared for the worst.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, but I love 'em anyways.
Spoilers: Season Two spoilers. UTN and AAF spoilers as well.

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Harper woke up, yelping in pain as light flooded his eyes, snapping them closed in an instant. After a moment he was able to reopen them slowly. Sitting up, he reached a hand to the back of his head, hissing as he felt the bump. He looked around. He was in Rev's old bunk.

Harper began to remember what had happened. He reached for his forcelance, but it was missing. Sliding silently out of the bunk, Harper looked around, finally grabbing a nearby bottle for his choice of weapon. He hid just outside the doorway waiting for the causer of the head bump to come for him again.

It wasn't long before he heard a sound coming towards him. Harper raised his arm to bring the bottle down on the sentient's head.

But the next moment that same arm was twisted behind his back by a very strong hand.

"OW!" Harper protested loudly.

"Harper! I'm sorry." He turned around to see that his assailant was Trance herself.

"Trance?" He rubbed his wrist. "Weren't you locked in the storage closet?"

"I got out," she stated bluntly.

"Oh." He looked behind her. "Is it still here or did you take care of it?"

"Of what?"

"Of the thing that knocked me out. Something was on this ship and it jumped me. I hope you didn't get rid of it. Mr. Harper is pissed right now and wouldn't mind taking it out on someone or thing." He looked around for his bottle.

"Harper, that was I."

"What?!" Harper backed up a little.

"When I got out. I was the one that attacked you. Now enough questions. You need rest." Trance started pulling him towards the bunk.

"Whoa whoa. No, I don't think that has been enough questions, Trance." He emphasized her name. "Why did you knock me out? How did you get out of a locked, welded shut supply closet? And why I'm at it, why the hell did you come out here in the first place?"

"I'll answer later. But don't stay so worked up. It's not good for your health."

"If you're so worried about my health, then answer my questions and I won't have to stay so worked up."

"Fine. But on the bunk." Harper walked over and lied down. Trance sat on the edge of the bed. "What would you like me to answer first?"

"Ok...how did you get past my great welding job?"

"I just did. Next."

"Ya know," Harper looked at her, "if that's how all the answers are going to be, I'm going to get even more upset."

"They won't all be like that. You just asked a bad question," Trance said. Harper sighed.

"Fine. Then why did you knock me out?" Trance looked around the room sheepishly, and, yes, thought Harper with surprise, she's actually blushing.

"Um, well. My species is different from yours obviously." Harper nodded. "Well you see, we also tend to mate differently." She looked at Harper. It took him a moment, but by the look in her eyes, he got it.

"You...you mated with me?" His jaw dropped.

"Yes." Harper swallowed, not quite knowing what to say.

"What's with the whole knocking out thing?"

"The females are the aggressors in our species. Most males do not stay conscious during the mating ritual." Trance stopped him before he could ask another question. "The mating only commences once every...well, it's very rare. When it happens, I usually cannot control it. The last few times I have isolated myself, but this time was unfortunate."

"Unfortunate?" Harper raised an eyebrow. "Hey, I may be physically short, but Little Seamus is..."

"No." She stopped him before he could continue. "What I meant was, it's unfortunate because the ritual is always effective. And besides, it doesn't require sex at all. Just transference of energy."

Harper snapped his fingers. "I just when I thought I got some." He then turned white.

"What did you mean by effective?"

"I mean that we are going to have a child Harper." Harper looked sick. Trance went to grab something for him, but he stopped her.

"No…I'm good, I'm good." He sat up to say his next point. "I won't run out on you Trance, you know that. I guess this is my responsibility as well." Trance smiled at that.

"And besides, I have to be sure you're eating right," he smiled, placing his hand over her stomach. "That is where the baby's at, right?"

"Well," Trance looked sheepish again, "that's where it will be in about 4 months." Harper frowned.

"What do you mean in four months? Where's it at until then?"

"Like I said, mating is very different in our species. In my species, it's a mutual gift shared between both participants. So that means..." Trance placed her hand on Harper's stomach.

He immediately fainted.