Beka had made it back to her quarters after witnessing the first few
minutes of Tyr's 'demonstration of love' for Rommie. Throwing herself
across her bed, she tried to make out the jumble of emotions she had been
going through for the last…
"Andromeda, how long since Captain Hunt was bitten?" she asked.
"Twenty five hours and fifty four minutes." Came the immediate reply.
"Thanks."
Okay where were we? Oh yeah, now I remember.
Throwing herself across her bed, she tried to make out the jumble of emotions she had been going through for the last twenty five hours and fifty four minutes. At first, before she knew what had happened to Dylan, she had been afraid. Then the fear had turned to extreme irritation as she was trying to get them back aboard to find out what was causing him to act the way he was. Then came the anger followed by occasional mild amusement. But slowly she started liking the attention he was paying to her. She had started to think maybe he really did like her. THEN she had witnessed Tyr's little stunt and all thoughts that anything Dylan was doing was real flew straight out the airlock.
'Maybe I can just stay hidden here in my room until he is back to normal.' She thought.
'Yeah, right.' Her subconscious replied. 'And maybe Harper will announce that he is giving up on women and joining the Wayist community to work along side Rev rehabilitating Magogs.'
Before she could think of a scathing remark to make to herself, Andromeda's hologram form appeared in her room.
"Beka, you have to stop him. Please don't let him go through with this." Andromeda begged.
"Don't let who go through with what?" she asked.
"I can't tell you."
"Well then how am I suppose to know…" her question was interrupted by the door chime.
"Is that Dylan?" she asked the hologram.
"No, it's Harper."
"Come in!" she called out, relief evident in her voice.
"Hey Boss, I need to know what you favorite color is." Harper said.
"It's pink. Why?"
"Well, uhm, it's a surprise." He said, looking everywhere but at Beka or Andromeda.
"A surprise?" she asked suspiciously. "Seamus Zelazny Harper, you better spill it right now or else."
"Awww geeze, Beka. Dylan will have my head on a platter if I do."
"And I will have it, among other things, if you don't." She threatened.
"Okay, Okay." He said quickly. "After Tyr's little stunt, Dylan decided he needed to do something 'artistic' for you. So he has decided to paintAndromedayourfavoritecolor." He said really fast.
"Sorry, I didn't quite get that." Beka said nervously.
"He decided to paint Andromeda your favorite color." Harper said slowly.
"You had to like pink didn't you? I mean why not black, or royal blue or fire engine red. Those are all nice colors. But no, you have to like PINK!" Andromeda complained.
"Hey, there is nothing wrong with pink." Beka said.
"Oh sure, it's nice for a summer dress or a cake frosting, but for a warship? I will be the laughing stock of the known worlds."
"Look, just tell Dylan that I was asleep or that I don't have a favorite color." Beka said.
"Can't. He asked Andromeda if you were awake before he sent me down here. And if I don't start painting today, he threatened to tell Tyr who it was that substituted the shaving cream for the whipped cream on his pie last week. You remember what Tyr threatened to do to the person if he found out who it was, don't you?"
Beka paled visibly at the recollection of the vivid details Tyr went into for his punishment of the culprit. Even though it sounded impossible, she had no doubt what so ever that he could accomplish it.
"Look, maybe I can talk to Dylan and convince him that I don't need any more proof of his 'love'." She sighed.
"That would be great Boss!" Harper exclaimed.
"Good luck." Andromeda muttered before disappearing.
"So much for staying hidden." Beka said before taking a deep breath, squaring her shoulders, and leaving to find her Captain.
"Andromeda, how long since Captain Hunt was bitten?" she asked.
"Twenty five hours and fifty four minutes." Came the immediate reply.
"Thanks."
Okay where were we? Oh yeah, now I remember.
Throwing herself across her bed, she tried to make out the jumble of emotions she had been going through for the last twenty five hours and fifty four minutes. At first, before she knew what had happened to Dylan, she had been afraid. Then the fear had turned to extreme irritation as she was trying to get them back aboard to find out what was causing him to act the way he was. Then came the anger followed by occasional mild amusement. But slowly she started liking the attention he was paying to her. She had started to think maybe he really did like her. THEN she had witnessed Tyr's little stunt and all thoughts that anything Dylan was doing was real flew straight out the airlock.
'Maybe I can just stay hidden here in my room until he is back to normal.' She thought.
'Yeah, right.' Her subconscious replied. 'And maybe Harper will announce that he is giving up on women and joining the Wayist community to work along side Rev rehabilitating Magogs.'
Before she could think of a scathing remark to make to herself, Andromeda's hologram form appeared in her room.
"Beka, you have to stop him. Please don't let him go through with this." Andromeda begged.
"Don't let who go through with what?" she asked.
"I can't tell you."
"Well then how am I suppose to know…" her question was interrupted by the door chime.
"Is that Dylan?" she asked the hologram.
"No, it's Harper."
"Come in!" she called out, relief evident in her voice.
"Hey Boss, I need to know what you favorite color is." Harper said.
"It's pink. Why?"
"Well, uhm, it's a surprise." He said, looking everywhere but at Beka or Andromeda.
"A surprise?" she asked suspiciously. "Seamus Zelazny Harper, you better spill it right now or else."
"Awww geeze, Beka. Dylan will have my head on a platter if I do."
"And I will have it, among other things, if you don't." She threatened.
"Okay, Okay." He said quickly. "After Tyr's little stunt, Dylan decided he needed to do something 'artistic' for you. So he has decided to paintAndromedayourfavoritecolor." He said really fast.
"Sorry, I didn't quite get that." Beka said nervously.
"He decided to paint Andromeda your favorite color." Harper said slowly.
"You had to like pink didn't you? I mean why not black, or royal blue or fire engine red. Those are all nice colors. But no, you have to like PINK!" Andromeda complained.
"Hey, there is nothing wrong with pink." Beka said.
"Oh sure, it's nice for a summer dress or a cake frosting, but for a warship? I will be the laughing stock of the known worlds."
"Look, just tell Dylan that I was asleep or that I don't have a favorite color." Beka said.
"Can't. He asked Andromeda if you were awake before he sent me down here. And if I don't start painting today, he threatened to tell Tyr who it was that substituted the shaving cream for the whipped cream on his pie last week. You remember what Tyr threatened to do to the person if he found out who it was, don't you?"
Beka paled visibly at the recollection of the vivid details Tyr went into for his punishment of the culprit. Even though it sounded impossible, she had no doubt what so ever that he could accomplish it.
"Look, maybe I can talk to Dylan and convince him that I don't need any more proof of his 'love'." She sighed.
"That would be great Boss!" Harper exclaimed.
"Good luck." Andromeda muttered before disappearing.
"So much for staying hidden." Beka said before taking a deep breath, squaring her shoulders, and leaving to find her Captain.