Title: In Sickness and in Hell
Author: Weird_Peace aka Harper's
Rating: 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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Beka's mouth opened and closed a few times before she got any words out.

"Um...you're going to have to repeat that." Kelpitas frowned in concern.

"Dr. Eurenik is dead. He was travelling when Dragons attacked his transport. Nobody survived. It was something terrible." Beka sighed, and then turned as she heard someone giggling behind her, surprised to find out it was Tyr.

"Tyr?" Worry was etched into her features. "Are you ok?"

"The Drago Kasov Pride," he managed to get out. "How ironic. How utterly..." He suddenly became serious, walking over and kicking a chair, "ironic."

Beka could see where this was heading.

"Tyr...just calm down." He glared at her, then at the doctor. Kelpitas cringed a bit. Beka's hand went to her gun, just in case he would try something. But he turned around and stormed out.

Beka sighed and looked at the doctor, ready to start apologizing. He raised his hand, silencing her in understanding. She nodded thanks and ran after the Nietzschean.

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"Tyr." Beka stormed onto the Maru. "Tyr!"

"What do you want now?" She whipped around, finding him sitting on the floor, leaning back against the side of the ship. She sighed.

"Tyr, you're upset. That's understandable. But that little temper tantrum back there was something less that superior, don't you think?"

"Well maybe I'm not feeling like a superior being at the moment." He shut his mouth, immediantly regretting the words.

"Well that's something I've never heard come from the mouth of a Nietzschean."

"Well then, pretend you've never heard it and all will be right with the universe," Tyr commented dryly.

"C'mon now. Get up and let's see if we can find something else." She offered him a hand. Tyr just stared at it until she dropped it back to her side. "Alright Tyr. You've had your time to feel sorry for yourself. Stop whatever game you're playing..."

"We looked over all the other files on the trip here," he interrupted. "There's no more information."

"So we'll look somewhere else. Now get you're uber ass up." She tapped her foot impatiently. "Did you here me? I told you we could go someplace..."

"There is no other place else!" he yelled, suddenly standing up, going to the front of the ship, and jumping into the pilot's seat.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked while following him.

"Captain Valentine," he said as he strapped himself in, "do you honestly believe that I spent all those months on the Andromeda brooding and moping like a common kludge? I have been researching and investigating this since I was released from medical. Whenever Dylan sent me on a supply run or when I went on some extracuricular activity, it always took a few extra days because I was busy trying to find a cure." He stopped for a moment before going on. "When I told you I hadn't put all my hope into this one situation, I had lied. This was my last chance. My last choice."

"But it doesn't have to be. Hey!" she yelled as he began to start the engines, "where the hell are you taking us?"

"You," he replied, "are going back the the Andromeda. From which I will be departing."

"Oh really? And what will you do Tyr? Become a mercenary again?"

"I'll be going to thank the Drago Kasovs for this."

"Tyr, you cannot take on the entire Drago Kasov pride." She ran forward and powered down the Maru. "You might be able to do some damage, but you'll end up dying before accomplishing anything huge." Tyr went very quiet.

"It doesn't matter anymore. I am the last of my pride. I was our only hope, and I can no longer continue our line. The Dragons killed my entire family, they tortured me until I was renderded sterile, and then they killed my only hope of ever being cured. I can do nothing for my pride any longer but avenge those that wronged us. And anyone," he glanced up at her, "that gets in my way, shall suffer the same fate at them."