The Enemy Within
Ch. 4: A Rough Awakening
Author's Note: Okie-dokey, chapter 4. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Don't own Andromeda
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Harper groaned and lifted his head. He gently touched his temple and found blood there, still wet. When he tested his jaw experimentally, he could feel the dried blood crack. He groaned again, this time out of disgust, and sat up. "Dylan?" He stood, grimacing at the spike of pain that drove itself into his skull, and walked over to the pilot's chair. "Wakey- wakey...boss..." The chair was empty. "What the-?" He was cut off by a mass of limbs that slammed into his back, practically throwing him against the chair. The air whooshed out of him as the armrest drove into his abdomen. He slumped weakly to the floor, breathless, and moaned as another spike smashed into his skull. "Oh, goddamn," He opened his eyes, then gasped. Dylan stood over him, growling quietly, his extended forcelance in his hands. "Dylan?" Harper asked softly. His captain's answer was to swing down the staff toward the engineer's head. Harper rolled out of the way just in time and came up on his feet. "Dylan, what the hell are you doing?!" Hunt turned, sneering at the shorter blonde. "Dylan-!" The High Guard captain lunged at Harper, who ran around the pilot chair, under the bar, and toward the door leading off the Maru. He could hear Dylan chasing him. Harper slapped the release button for the door and squeezed under before it opened all the way. He was on his feet and running again in a second. He kept running until, exhausted, he tripped over a root and skidded over the dirt. Harper lay on his side for a moment, gasping for air, then suddenly remembered why he had been running for his life. He tried to push off in a track start, but his leg gave out beneath him, sending him crashing back to the ground. He bit back a scream and rolled over onto his back. "Oh, god," He groaned. As he lay on his back, arms spread out at his sides, he suddenly noticed the darkening sky. "Shit," He half moaned, half whispered, suddenly too tired to care about his friend who was hunting him down. He quickly fell asleep.
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Author's Note: Well, keep those reviews comin', they're great for my ego, and what's good for my ego is good for all of us...No, I'm kidding...although, reviews ARE great for my ego. Please keep it up! Over 'n Out, Damion Starr
Ch. 4: A Rough Awakening
Author's Note: Okie-dokey, chapter 4. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Don't own Andromeda
***
Harper groaned and lifted his head. He gently touched his temple and found blood there, still wet. When he tested his jaw experimentally, he could feel the dried blood crack. He groaned again, this time out of disgust, and sat up. "Dylan?" He stood, grimacing at the spike of pain that drove itself into his skull, and walked over to the pilot's chair. "Wakey- wakey...boss..." The chair was empty. "What the-?" He was cut off by a mass of limbs that slammed into his back, practically throwing him against the chair. The air whooshed out of him as the armrest drove into his abdomen. He slumped weakly to the floor, breathless, and moaned as another spike smashed into his skull. "Oh, goddamn," He opened his eyes, then gasped. Dylan stood over him, growling quietly, his extended forcelance in his hands. "Dylan?" Harper asked softly. His captain's answer was to swing down the staff toward the engineer's head. Harper rolled out of the way just in time and came up on his feet. "Dylan, what the hell are you doing?!" Hunt turned, sneering at the shorter blonde. "Dylan-!" The High Guard captain lunged at Harper, who ran around the pilot chair, under the bar, and toward the door leading off the Maru. He could hear Dylan chasing him. Harper slapped the release button for the door and squeezed under before it opened all the way. He was on his feet and running again in a second. He kept running until, exhausted, he tripped over a root and skidded over the dirt. Harper lay on his side for a moment, gasping for air, then suddenly remembered why he had been running for his life. He tried to push off in a track start, but his leg gave out beneath him, sending him crashing back to the ground. He bit back a scream and rolled over onto his back. "Oh, god," He groaned. As he lay on his back, arms spread out at his sides, he suddenly noticed the darkening sky. "Shit," He half moaned, half whispered, suddenly too tired to care about his friend who was hunting him down. He quickly fell asleep.
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Author's Note: Well, keep those reviews comin', they're great for my ego, and what's good for my ego is good for all of us...No, I'm kidding...although, reviews ARE great for my ego. Please keep it up! Over 'n Out, Damion Starr