Pretty Things
by Jessie
Part 2
Disclaimer, etc. in part 1.
Authors Note: I LOVE feedback :) and thank you to every one who has been kind enough to respond so far. I really enjoy your comments.
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"Trance, wait!" The young girl paused for a moment and closed her eyes. She had thought she was going to make it off the ship without any more trouble, but apparently she was wrong.
Squandering her fading courage, she continued walking towards the exit without looking back at the source of the voice.
"Trance, what are you doing?" She finally turned around to face Harper, knowing he wouldn't leave her alone until she gave him a reason to. And she really hated the thought of what that reason might be.
Harper squirmed a little under her cold stare, before gathering up some of his earlier determination. "This isn't like you- what's going on? Why are you acting like this?"
"Well maybe I like being this way." She replied, indignant.
He shook his head, wrapping himself up in the argument and not her imminent departure.
"Nah, I don't think you do. What's going on, huh? You wouldn't just abandon this ship like this unless something was up."
"Yes I would."
"Trance! What the hell? Even if it were in you to up and leave- which it's not- you wouldn't. Not when there's the whole commonwealth goal that you and 'Captain' Hunt are so gung-ho about. Hell, you were the first to sign on with Dylan. And after coming all this way you wanta jump ship now?"
"Yes" The one word was all she could manage.
"I don't believe it." He sounded like he really meant what he was saying, which was a rare thing. "One bad day and you're ready to leave?"
She couldn't think of anything to say. This 'cold and ruthless' act was not something she was familiar or comfortable with, and the words that suited the act did not come easily to her.
"You're one to talk." She finally spoke, accenting it with a sneer.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He looked frustrated and angry, but a bit of the hurt that he was trying to hide came through in his voice. She hated this. But she steeled herself for her next words anyway.
"It means good bye Harper. I hope I never see you again." At this she turned, and tried not to all-out run away from him. She didn't want to see the pain on his face, or the abandonment that he communicated through his awkward movements and sullen eyes.
"Trance." He called after her, but she wouldn't stop. She wanted to cry. She would miss all of them so much. It hurt just hearing Harper say her name like that- like he was willing to do or say anything as long as she stayed.
The door shut behind her and she swiftly moved down the corridor that attached to the space station that the Andromeda had been docked with for the past couple of days and would be leaving in only an hour.
Leaving without her.
Harper tried to shrug away the hurt at her leaving, but only managed a small sigh as his features twisted. He looked lost, but determined. He had been through everything the universe had to offer- and could withstand whatever it threw at him. He would withstand this.
In fact, he reasoned with a small smirk, he would not only withstand this- he'd fix it.
TBC
by Jessie
Part 2
Disclaimer, etc. in part 1.
Authors Note: I LOVE feedback :) and thank you to every one who has been kind enough to respond so far. I really enjoy your comments.
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"Trance, wait!" The young girl paused for a moment and closed her eyes. She had thought she was going to make it off the ship without any more trouble, but apparently she was wrong.
Squandering her fading courage, she continued walking towards the exit without looking back at the source of the voice.
"Trance, what are you doing?" She finally turned around to face Harper, knowing he wouldn't leave her alone until she gave him a reason to. And she really hated the thought of what that reason might be.
Harper squirmed a little under her cold stare, before gathering up some of his earlier determination. "This isn't like you- what's going on? Why are you acting like this?"
"Well maybe I like being this way." She replied, indignant.
He shook his head, wrapping himself up in the argument and not her imminent departure.
"Nah, I don't think you do. What's going on, huh? You wouldn't just abandon this ship like this unless something was up."
"Yes I would."
"Trance! What the hell? Even if it were in you to up and leave- which it's not- you wouldn't. Not when there's the whole commonwealth goal that you and 'Captain' Hunt are so gung-ho about. Hell, you were the first to sign on with Dylan. And after coming all this way you wanta jump ship now?"
"Yes" The one word was all she could manage.
"I don't believe it." He sounded like he really meant what he was saying, which was a rare thing. "One bad day and you're ready to leave?"
She couldn't think of anything to say. This 'cold and ruthless' act was not something she was familiar or comfortable with, and the words that suited the act did not come easily to her.
"You're one to talk." She finally spoke, accenting it with a sneer.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He looked frustrated and angry, but a bit of the hurt that he was trying to hide came through in his voice. She hated this. But she steeled herself for her next words anyway.
"It means good bye Harper. I hope I never see you again." At this she turned, and tried not to all-out run away from him. She didn't want to see the pain on his face, or the abandonment that he communicated through his awkward movements and sullen eyes.
"Trance." He called after her, but she wouldn't stop. She wanted to cry. She would miss all of them so much. It hurt just hearing Harper say her name like that- like he was willing to do or say anything as long as she stayed.
The door shut behind her and she swiftly moved down the corridor that attached to the space station that the Andromeda had been docked with for the past couple of days and would be leaving in only an hour.
Leaving without her.
Harper tried to shrug away the hurt at her leaving, but only managed a small sigh as his features twisted. He looked lost, but determined. He had been through everything the universe had to offer- and could withstand whatever it threw at him. He would withstand this.
In fact, he reasoned with a small smirk, he would not only withstand this- he'd fix it.
TBC