Title: In Sickness and in Hell
Author: Weird_Peace aka Harper's
Rating: Sorry about the header for the last one.  It's actually PG-13.
Synopsis: Mainly about Tyr. Heavy angst story(Did you expect anything else from me?).
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, yadda yadda yadda, can I please get on with the story?

Spoilers: All Second season and UTN, IMALL, and Pearls.

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Tyr held Trance's gaze.

"I suggest that you end this little prank now, before someone is seriously injured."

"Tyr, I'm not pulling anything. I'm telling you what I know." Tyr leaned forward.

"By injured, I meant my bonespurs in your ribcage."

Trance looked over to Harper for help, but Harper was too interested in his workboots to offer any.

"Tyr please..."

"You're not even a real doctor are you? You're learning on the job. And therefore, you could, no you must be mistaken." Tyr gave a small laugh in relief. He had found the error in Trance's proclamation, so it couldn't be true.

"Tyr," Andromeda's hologram appeared, finally showing herself although she had been listening in on for some time. "I have also run tests of my own, and from all the data in my memory banks, I have concluded the same thing as Trance."

"Also, consider this." Trance knew the sooner he got around to accepting that something had happened, the sooner he could accept what had happened. "I'm from the future right? Therefore I have had much more medical training than my younger self." She took his head between her hands, something the other version would have never dared to do. "You have to accept this."

"No I don't!" Tyr jumped out of the bed this time, and then grabbed the edge of it as dizziness took over. Andromeda's holo-self frowned.

"Whoa big guy." Harper helped Trance steady him. Tyr pushed them away.

"I don't have to accept it because it's not true," he said pointedly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to my quarters."

"Tyr..."

"I am going to my quarters." He stopped, his back turned to both of them. "And either of you would be a fool to try and stop me."

Trance walked in front of him.

"You may have been able to shove around my younger self, but I am not so easily thwarted by your tired threats." Her voice was strangly quiet. "You don't have to accept just yet. But you will get back in bed, you will allow yourself to heal, and you will not question my orders again. Are we clear?"

Tyr glared at her.

"Hey, let's add some more tension to this situation," Rommie looked at Harper.

"Should I call Dylan?" she mouthed. Harper shook his head, and waited to see which of the two would back down first.

Tyr finally broke away. He crossed the room and went to lie down on another bed as far away from the other two as possible. Andromeda switched off her hologram. Trance sighed, but was at least happy the Nietzschean wasn't leaving medical just yet.

"Um Harper,you didn't exactly help out a whole lot." Harper nodded.

"I'm sorry, but I'm just not good with these sorts of situations, ya know? I mean, someday even I am going to want to have kids and all that. And I'm a human. Nietzscheans...it's their whole life." Harper felt sick at just saying it.

"Then why did you come here?" He looked up at Trance.

"I felt I needed to." Trance put her hand on his shoulder, ignoring his flinch. "Is there anyway to...I dunno fix him?"

"As far as my knowledge and Rommie's goes, no. There's nothing I can do." Trance smiled, surprisingly. "But then again, we thought the same thing about your larva didn't we?"

Both Trance and Harper had kept their voices low, but they forgot that Nietzscheans have excellent hearing.