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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"He's waking up." Harper felt groggy, and rubbed his eyes to clear the sleep from them. Then he sat strait up, panicking for a brief second before he remembered he wasn't supposed to be on the Andromeda. He had been kidnapped. And yet he had actually fallen asleep after all of that?

This child must be draining me more than I thought, he mused.

Harper looked around. It actually wasn't that bad. He had been expecting the old stereotype of a plain, bright room where everything was white. Instead, they had put him in a room that looked very similar to ordinary living quarters, only smaller and cleaner than most. There were no mirrors, but he knew cameras were hidden in various places all over the room.

Three Urkam approached him and began running scanners and tools of various sorts over him. Harper tried moving away, but they're little hands pulled him back.

"Will you at least tell me what you're doing if you have to poke and prod me?"

"Chico used a sedative on you." The Urkam scoffed, obviously disapproving the med officer's method. "We're making sure it didn't do any harm."

"Did it?" Harper's hand immediately went to his stomach. The Urkam shook her head.

"Don't worry about a thing. You're both fine." The other two exited the room through the only door. Harper memorized the location before turning to the remaining Urkam.

"And you are still here why?"

"I am Fenty Usley, your caretaker. I will be bringing your meals, making sure you're kept in tiptop shape, and basically cater to your needs. Believe me, I know what it's like to be in your position." She patted her own stomach area. "I'm due in 6 months."

"Oh. Congratulations." Harper was taken aback by the honesty and kindness of her words. What was this one trying to pull?

"Thank you. Is there anything I can do for you now?"

"Yeah. Help me get off this planet." Fenty frowned at that.

"I'm sorry, but Mr. Chico Dusio has specifically told me to keep you in this room. Is there anything else?" She was trying real hard to please him, Harper could tell.

"Well...can I have something to work on? A broken rifle, ECM generator...a freakin' clock for all I care. I'm just feeling antsy." She nodded in understanding.

"I'll see what I can do. If there are any other problems, just yell out. They'll inform me."

As soon as Fenty left, Harper got up and explored the room thoroughly. A 'fresher and a bedroom. The 'fresher contained a toilet, sink, and shower. The bedroom had a small cot in one corner, dresser in another filled with plain, gray clothing. Harper made a face before shutting the drawers and making his way over to wear the door was. No keypad on his side of the room, and the door slid shut straight into the opposite wall.

Sighing, he made his way back over to the bed, seeing if there was anything he could do with the metal springs.

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"Did you get her?" Chico walked over to Yenta.

"You expected me not too?" Yenta swept his arm aside to reveal Trance being rolled down the ramp of the ship on a stretcher. She was unconscious.

"Excellent work. So she apparently responds to sedatives. I'll have to note that."

"Actually," Chico looked over at Trance's "still" form, "you just may be wrong."

In a flash the pixie was up and had Chico in her grip. His eyes flitted to Yenta.

"She was going to kill me."

"And I will do the same thing to you if I am not led to Harper right away." Chico nodded.

"Of course Miss Gemini." She set him down. "But I won't be showing you to Harper. I think security will be pleased to escort you." Trance spun around and saw Yenta holding up a small communicator. Urkam in gray uniforms with rifles started flooding into the hangar.

Trance assessed the situation, looking at all possible outcomes in less than a nanosecond.

"Bad move," she commented before running and jumping into a fray of guards. She avoided their fire, taking a few out with punches and kicks, and then grabbing their rifles to shoot at the others in her path. Trance made it to the exit of the hangar, turning back to fire one more shot. It hit Yenta square in the chest. Chico watched his friend get hit by the blast and go down. He then looked up to see Trance watching him.

"You're next," she said quietly, knowing he understood, before running into the complex.

The guards tried following her, but found the golden alien had disappeared. They did an extensive search before finding several vents had been broken into.

"She's in the air ducts. We've monitored the patterns of the breaks in the vents and where she could be by the speed in which she moves. We're going to try and corner her in section 5." Chico was a very pale gray. He glared at the security officer.

"I don't care about the plan, just find her before she kills me!" The officer nodded and left.

Meanwhile, a certain golden alien was slipping around the corridors of the building, looking for her missing mate and child.