Trance and Rommie were in medical. They were quietly discussing the events of the last half hour and trying their best not to laugh out loud. However, as the object of their amusement finished dressing and pulled back the privacy screen, they both began to giggle.

"Yeah, yeah. Have your fun. But remember who makes the duty roster out. I have a feeling a lot of people are going to end up on trash detail." Dylan groused as he hobbled to the door. Before he completely reached it, the door opened. Tyr was standing in the doorway. Dylan looked up at what he was carrying and promptly began to mutter.

"I do not want to know. I really don't." He continued on his way out of the room, ignoring Tyr's curious looks and the women's laughter.

Once Dylan was out of the way, Trance and Rommie got a better look at what Tyr was carrying. Or rather Trance got a better look at it; Rommie was too busy staring at the way the weight of his load was causing Tyr's muscles to strain.

"Oh my goodness!" Trance exclaimed, running forward to help Tyr with his load. "What in the world happened?"

"I had to umm, subdue him for his own good." Tyr said, laying Rev on one of the beds. The first thing Trance noticed was Rev's clothing. He had exchanged his drab Monk's robe for a bright blue and purple flowered gown, one of her nightgowns actually. The second thing she noticed was his injury.

"What did you subdue him with, a entire Nietzschean fleet?" Trance said looking at the large bump on the Magog's already bumpy face.

"He left me choice. He was behaving very strangely."

"How so?" Rommie asked, finally tearing her eyes away from Tyr's muscles with a sigh.

"He was prancing around the corridors in that, that, that garment thingy." He said, pointing to the gown Rev was wearing. "He was singing and scattering flower petals all along the hall. When he saw me, he put this flower in my hair and then he…" Tyr stopped. He took a deep breath and a shiver ran along his spine.

"What did he do, Tyr?" Rommie asked gently.

"He HUGGED me!" the warrior said, with obvious revulsion.

"Oh, dear." Trance said. "I hope this doesn't mean what I think it means."

"So do I! Tyr is mine! How dare Rev try to make a move on my man." Rommie growled.

"Do not fret, Love. I belong to you and to you alone."

A/N: We apologize for the interruption. However, we are being forced to delete the next few lines between the two lovebirds because the Board of Health declared it dangerous to one's health, sanity, and digestion. We now return you to your regularly scheduled story.

"Look, why don't the two of you go somewhere else to do that." Trance asked, looking a little green in the face (which clashed horribly with her purple skin tone). "This is a medical facility. People come here to get well, not to get ill."

"Come, my darling. We shall go and get started on the plans for our wedding." Tyr said.

"Rommie." Trance called.

"Yes, Trance?"

"I need to talk to you about that experiment Harper is working on for you for a minute."

"Tyr, wait for me outside please."

After Tyr left, Rommie turned to Trance.

"You know I really don't think that is necessary."

"Yes, it is!" Andromeda replied, appearing suddenly before them.

"But whyyyy?" Rommie moaned.

"This is why." Andromeda said. She suddenly changed appearances. She was wearing a hideous wedding dress and carrying a bouquet of dead flowers. "Is this what you really want?" she asked.

"No, of course not." Rommie said emphatically. "I prefer roses." She added before following after Tyr.