Harper stood in his machine shop surveying the results of his latest job. Satisfied that everything was in order for the moment, he began to get ready to leave to join everyone in the dining hall. Dylan had called a dinner party so that everyone could get together and relax now that everything was back to normal. Rev was conscious and out of his medical bed. He was also out of Trance's flowered nightgown, much to everyone's relief. Dylan had accepted what had happened and done his best to put things behind him. He and Beka had actually come out of the whole situation with a newfound understanding of each other. It had taken some explaining to the recipients of the wedding invitations, but all of them had been understanding and most had thought it a wonderful story to pass on to their friends. The only thing Dylan had not been able to set right yet was his newly decorated quarters. It would be some time until Harper had a chance to repaint them. He had many more important things to occupy his time.

'I guess it could have been worse.' He sighed to himself. 'Trance could have been a little slower sedating Tyr and he could have destroyed twice as much as he did.'

Shaking his head at the thought, Harper left to find his friends.

The rest of the crew had already gathered in the dining hall. Rev and Trance were standing to the side talking in quiet tones. Rev seemed to keep repeating how sorry he was for his behavior while Trance was practically begging him to 'forget it already'.

Tyr sat at the end of one of the tables with his face buried in his hands. He was refusing to look at anyone. Rommie sat to Tyr's left and was taking great pleasure in making him uncomfortable by sitting as close as she could to him and occasionally brushing her arm against his. He would have never come if Dylan had not insisted that he attend the party. He would never have stayed once Rommie had seated herself had Dylan not taken precautions to keep him in his seat. As it was the cuffs that were attached to his legs were beginning to chafe.

Beka sat across the table from Rommie with Dylan seated beside her. They were all waiting on Harper to join them. Trance and Rev joined the others at the table and everyone sat around in silence for a moment not knowing what to say.

"So." Dylan began uncomfortably. "It's definitely been an interesting couple of days."

"Interesting is not the word I would have used." Beka said with a grin.

"If I ever behave in such a manner again," Tyr began, startling everyone by speaking, "please do me the courtesy of putting me out of my misery."

"Don't you mean out of OUR misery?" Rommie asked impishly.

Everyone laughed and the tension was broken. They began ribbing each other about their actions.

"Well, at least I did not attempt to have a warship painted pink." Tyr replied loudly in response to Dylan's teasing about his space dance.

Before Dylan could make a reply, the door slid open to reveal Harper, who was bending over scratching his leg.

"Hey guys, sorry I am late." Harper said while still bent over. "I just want you to know that I," he continued while standing up and raising his head, "…am madly in love with you!" he finished while looking at…

THE END!

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