Disclaimer: I do not own any of Andromeda's characters or other details. All rights belong to Gene Roddenberry and whomever else has legal rights to Andromeda. Casey , along with minor characters, and story idea however are mine.
"Casey was running down the corridor, trying to escape the Magog. Fire, and electrical wires were sparking everywhere. The entire ship was severely damaged. She couldn't find her crewmates anywhere. The Magog had attacked the Andromeda in a large swam, the attack was so quick that the crew didn't have time to defend themselves. Casey stumbled over a piece of fallen debris, drawing the attention of two magog. They attacked her before she had a chance to move, or reach her weapon.
Tyr was in the middle of his morning run when he heard a terrifying. and agonizing scream coming from Casey's quarters. Never without some type of weapon, even if it was the force lances that Dylan had given him, instead of his preferred larger size gun, Tyr drew the lance, and ran back to her quarters. Her door was locked, so he had to used his security override command to have Andromeda open her door.
Entering her quarters, Try automatically surveyed the room for any sign of a threat. The accent lights were already on, so it gave enough light for Tyr to see. When he was positive no threat was evident, he put his attention on Casey. She was arching, and twitching, the sheets wrapped around her. Her hair was drenched with sweat. She was fighting some unseen force in her sleep. Her face twisting in agony. Tyr holstered his weapon, then he leaned over her.
"Casey wake up." Tyr reached down to try, and shake her awake. "Wake up, Casey." Tyr order.
Casey screamed in pain as her flesh was being ripped from her body. She managed to reach her weapon, pulling and aiming it at the Magog's head.
Tyr went completely still, nervous when Casey jerked up grabbing his weapon, arming it, and pointing it straight between his eyes.
Her hand was shaking so badly that the gun wobbled dangerously in her hand. He noticed that her eyes were glazed over, like she wasn't really with him. She was still asleep, inside her dream. He grabbed her wrist pushing it upward, causing the gun to fall to the floor. Pushing her down to the bed, he pinned her arms above her head with one hand. She struggled to get free, but he held her firmly in place. "Casey, wake up!" He yelled, slapping her cheek.
Casey's eyes snapped opened, and locked on Tyr's face. "Tyr, help me." She whispered frantic. "Please help me, before they come back."
"Who?" Tyr asked knowing she still wasn't complete wake enough to realize she was only dreaming.
"The Magog." Casey said her voice in horror. Her eyes pleading for Tyr's help.
Tyr frowned, knowing exactly what memory Casey was reliving. It had been one of the most horrific experiences he had live thru himself. A lot of people were hurt that day, and even more had died. The Andromeda had barely made it through in one piece. The ship had to be dock for repairs for over a year. While the crew tried to heal, and repair as well. A number of the crew that had survived, just couldn't face life back onboard the Andromeda. Partly because they were to scare of another Magog attack, and secondly being back on board would always remind them of the horrible experience. Tyr himself had suffered major injuries along with Casey, Mitch, and Bret. Harper had been used as a incubator for the Magog's eggs. Rommie had to have extensive repairs done also. Dylan, Beka, and Trance had suffered more minor injuries, but any injury received by a Magog is major.
"Look around you Casey! We are not under attack. There are no Magog. You are having another nightmare. Nothing more." Tyr stated firmly hoping to draw her from her nightmare induced haze.
"No," Casey said tears coming into her eyes. "There here, why don't you believe me. Please Tyr don't let them kill me." Casey pleaded so desperately it truly affect Tyr. In all his years in combat situations, as well during calm times with Casey he had never seen her so desperate. She was a fighter, she wasn't scared of death, but she fought to stay alive.
"LOOK AROUND YOU!" Tyr demanded in a harsh tone. Not because he was trying to be ugly, but he wanted her to focus, and to really look. "Do you see any signs of them? LOOK Casey." He ordered still hold Casey's arms pinned to the bed.
Casey did as Tyr demanded. She turned her head to both sides. Her room was in order. There were no fires, no electrical sparks, or wires dancing around the room. No alarms were blaring. There were no screaming or panic sounds, none except hers. She closed her eyes, as tears fell. Her breathing was coming in short burst.
"It was so real." She whispered, looking up confused at Tyr. Tyr was still frowning, but sighed relieved that the episode was over as he released her arms. Casey sat up wiping her tears away, but only more took there place.
Tyr did something he never did before with anyone else on board, except for Beka once. He wrapped his arms around Casey, pulling her against his chest, and comforted her. Casey was surprised by Tyr's behavior, but she didn't show it or refuse it. It felt good to be wrapped in his arms were she knew she was safe. Tyr might not have been the obvious of supporters, but right now Casey welcomed his touch, and his comfort. Tyr tried to comfort Casey by reassure her there was no Magog on board, and that she was alright. He rubbed her back gently, trying to sooth her. He finally let her go, when her crying ease to a sniffle.
"Trance, bring something to help Casey sleep to her quarter please." Tyr told Trance over the intercom.
"On my way." Trance replied chipper as usual.
"NO, I don't want to sleep. You saw what happened Tyr. Plus-." Casey started to say more, but stopped looking uncomfortable.
"What?" Tyr asked with a curious expression.
"I felt like someone was in my room earlier." Casey said trying to remember if it had been just one of her crazy memories, or a bad dream, but she felt certain that it couldn't have been.
"It was just a dream." Tyr stated seriously.
"No Tyr. All of my dreams have been past memories. But this was different. There was a presence in the room, that wasn't normal. I know you don't believe me. Heck, I wouldn't believe me with the way I've been acting, and with what just happened. But I'm telling you Tyr, someone was here. I know they were." Casey said convinced.
Tyr was quiet for a moment studying Casey. Whether someone was really in her quarters last night, or not wasn't the issue at the moment. The issue was that Casey believed there was.
"Andromeda, at anytime was anyone besides Casey in her quarters last night after nine o'clock until now?" Tyr asked the ship's computer.
"No. No one entered, or left her quarters." Andromeda answered.
"See. If someone had been in here, then Andromeda would have known about it." Tyr tried to reassure her, but it only seemed to frustrated her more.
"I know she should have, but she doesn't. I ran a scan after I had the feeling, but she detected no intruders. But I'm telling you Tyr, I know what I felt. Someone was here." Casey said upset again. "I don't want to sleep again." She said serious. "I can't rest in here." She said looking around the room feeling the eerie presences still.
"Okay, you can sleep in my quarters. See if you can rest in there." Tyr said not really liking her in his personal space. But he knew he still owed her, so he was willing to tolerate her in his area.
"It doesn't matter where I'm at, I don't want to sleep." Casey frowned.
The bell to Casey's door rang, and Trance entered after being instructed to enter. Casey looked up at Tyr with a serious set frown. "You either can take it, or I can have a serious talk with Dylan about this morning." Tyr said frowning down at Casey as he folded his large arms over his chest and dared her to argue.
Casey didn't want to be kick off the Andromeda, neither did she want to be removed from duty. So she knew that Tyr had her. She growled while frowning up at him. "Fine, but it won't help." Casey said holding out her hand toward Trance.
"Am I missing something?" Trance asked looking confused to what was going on between Tyr and Casey.
"Nothing you need to worry about." Tyr told her. "Casey just needs some extra rest. She isn't feeling very well." Tyr said covering for Casey, but still telling the truth.
"Well I've reconfigured the herbs. This combination should be better for you. Let me know if it helps, and I'll make some more for you." Trance said handing over the mixture with her sweet smile.
"Thank you, Trance." Casey said to Trance trying to be polite.
"Sure no problem." Trance said with a smile glad to be of help.
"Thank you Trance, she'll let you know." Tyr said showing Trance to the door and out.
"Now take it." Tyr ordered once Trance was gone, leaving them alone.
"Fine." Casey said downing the mixture in one gulp. Then turned her annoyed gaze back to Tyr. "Happy?" She asked upset he was forcing her hand.
"Yes." He replied simply. "Come on, get your stuff and let's go." He said wanting to clean up before going on his shift.
Casey got out of bed, and grabbed a change of clothes. Then she followed Tyr to his quarters. Tyr checked to make sure no one was inside, then he turned to Casey. "No one is here, but you. Now do your meditations, and rest." He said then grabbed some clean clothes and left.
Casey growled frustrated. How did Tyr expect her to rest. She had been trying to for the last two and a half weeks. What made him thinking just changing rooms would matter. Casey sat on the firm bed, and tried to do her meditations. But before she could even get to her breathing exercises, Trance's herbs kicked in. She laid down on the bed, and fell asleep.
"Do you have any idea were Casey is?" Dylan asked as Tyr came to the bridge for his shift.
"She's resting in my quarters." Tyr answered going over his console.
Beka, and Rommie both looked at Dylan. They all three shared a shocked, and intrigued expression.
"Tyr I'd like to speak with you in my office please, Now!" Dylan ordered with a frown on his face, as he walked into his office.
Tyr took a deep breath, and looked at the two women seeing them staring at him with surprise, and amusement. "Do you have something to share?" He asked annoyed.
"Nope." Beka said with a smirk.
"Nothing." Rommie said raising a curious eyebrow at him.
"Tyr!" Dylan called from his office, his voice clearly upset.
Tyr left his station, to walk in Dylan's office. "You wanted something?" Tyr asked sitting down and putting his feet up on Dylan's desk looking undisturbed by Dylan's stern face.
"What happened to walking on egg shells around Casey?" Dylan demanded wanting to know. "I said to avoid her, not sleep with her. How could you take advantage of her in her condition?"
"What makes you think I took advantage of her?" Tyr asked unconcerned by Dylan's concerns.
"You, yourself said that Casey needed the company of a man, and now she is sleeping in your quarters. You tell me why I would think that?" Dylan asked frowning upset at Tyr uncaring attitude.
"I did not take advantage of her. She had a nightmare, and didn't feel comfortable in her quarters. I'm simply allowing her to sleep in my quarters during my shift. Trance gave her a different sedative this morning." Tyr stated relieving Dylan's mind. But not for Dylan's sake, but for Casey reputation. Not that he thought it was anybodies business if he and Casey had slept together.
"Oh." Dylan said surprised at Tyr's generosity, and relieved that Tyr hadn't done what he had fear.
"Is that all you have to say? Here it is that you dare to think the worst from me. When I did nothing, but help a crewmate." Tyr stated annoyed.
Dylan felt guilty for what he had accursed Tyr of. He shouldn't have blamed him with out giving him a chance to explain. Tyr was right to point this out, however Dylan didn't feel to bad, because it was his responsibility to protect his crewmembers. That includes making sure no other crew member takes advantage of them.
"Your right Tyr, I am sorry for accusing you for taking advantage of Casey. I shouldn't have just assumed the worst."
"Thank you." Tyr said standing up considering the meeting over with.
"Tyr wait." Dylan called stopping Tyr from leaving.
Tyr turned back to face Dylan. "You said Casey had another nightmare. How did you know she had a nightmare to begin with?" Dylan asked studying Tyr.
"She told me." Tyr said simply, and with that left Dylan's office going back to his place at weapons command.
Dylan sighed frowning. He wondered just when did Tyr, and Casey's had gotten so close. They worked well together, but they were no more than crewmembers before. They didn't spend time off together, until Dylan suggested that Casey get Tyr to help her with some meditation techniques. Now she was confiding in him about her nightmares, and he was offering her the use of his quarters. Which was highly unlike Tyr. He didn't like people in his personal space. 'So what exactly is going on between them two?' Dylan wonder to himself.
Casey woke up that evening feeling amazingly rested. She hadn't had one dream, or memory flash back. She smiled sighing relieved, thinking whatever had caused her brain to go on over drive must have run it's course. She looked around her, feeling a little out of place, until she remembered she was in Tyr's quarters. She looked at her watch, and realized he should be coming off his shift soon. Knowing he would want to have the privacy of his own space back, she got up and got dressed. She straightened the bedding before she left, then went back to her own quarters. She'd have to remember to find out who took her shift, and thank them, along with Tyr for allowing her the use of his bed.
Tyr finished his usual two hour workout, then heading for his quarters. He wondered if Casey was still sleeping, and if she had, had any more flash backs. He stepped inside the door to his bedroom, and saw that his bed was empty and fixed. He was pleased to have his privacy again. Showering, and changing he climbing into bed ready to get some sleep himself. Casey's feminine scent lingered on his sheets and pillow. He inhaled deeply, and thought about his growing tenderness, and attraction toward Casey. He fell asleep thinking if only she was Nietzschean things might be different.