Author's Note: I'm a very bad girl for not writing this sooner, but I had some major allergy attacks last week and many many tests to study for, so I hope you'll all forgive me and please please please review!!!!
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"How are you feeling, Bek?"
"Yeah, you really freaked us out! Well, me, anyway."
"Too bad you couldn't come down to the planet; we had a great time!"
"We brought you back some disks for your collection!"
"Is your hand better?"
"Can you pilot yet?"
"Ummm..." was Beka's reply.
"Alright, Trance and Harper, give Beka some space," Dylan admonished them.
"No, it's okay, I'm fine. So, you guys had fun down there?" Beka asked, slightly annoyed at Dylan's attempt to protect her.
"Yeah, we had lots of fun!" Trance replied. "We went to the market, and we bought a bunch of stuff, and then we went to a bar and Harper got drunk and-"
Harper cut her off. "I'm sure Beka doesn't want to hear about that."
Beka grinned. "Oh, do tell, Trance. I'm dying to know."
"Well, now we know you're feeling better," Dylan said, joining the banter. "So, Harper, what exactly did happen at that bar? I must've been with Rev at the time."
Tyr grimaced from his place near the wall as they continued chatting. Am I the only one who notices the circles under her eyes and how thin she's gotten? Or maybe it was just the fact that she had avoided him ever since that night, talking to him only when absolutely necessary. Why did I get involved with her anyway? Why did I do that? He doubted she would ever feel comfortable around him again. Beka wasn't that kind of person.
"So, did you two have a good time, all alone on the ship by yourselves, Tyr?" Harper addressed him, trying to draw Tyr into the conversation.
"We were not alone, boy, Andromeda was here as well," Tyr told him, annoyed. "Besides, Captain Valentine was ill."
"Oh, we had a great time," Beka added sarcastically, stalking out of the room and ignoring everyone's surprised looks.
"What was that about, Tyr?" Dylan turned to him.
Damn Beka and her emotional problems! "Nothing," was all Tyr said.
"It would seem like Beka is angry at something," Rev persisted.
"I do not know what it is, Magog," Tyr lied. "I will, however, go talk to her." And here we go again.
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"Beka? Beka Valentine?" Tyr called. I don't even know why I'm doing this. It's demeaning, and it's for an inferior human.
"Go away!" she yelled back, anger apparent in her voice.
"I will not," Tyr called again. "You are going to talk to me even if I have to tie you to the helm to do it!"
"You're real good with threats, aren't ya, Tyr?" Beka challenged him, finally making an appearance, "but how good are ya at carrying them out?"
"Excellent," he replied, glad to have finally gotten an answer, even one like that.
"What are you going to do this time, Tyr? Do you really want me to slap you some more?"
Tyr rubbed his jaw unconsciously. He was glad his dark skin hid the twin bruises she had given him.
"That's what I thought. Now, I suggest you leave," Beka informed him, training a force lance on him. "Immediately, unless you want to lose all hope of ever getting a little harem of your own."
"Put the force lance down, Beka," he warned. They stayed like that for some time, until Beka sighed and dropped the force lance on the floor with a loud clang as she turned away from him to stare out the window. He walked behind her quietly and put his hands on her shoulders.
"What do you want with me, Tyr?" she asked softly. "Go ahead and blackmail me if you want, but I can and will do the same to you."
"That's not what I want, Beka," Tyr responded. Actually, the thought hadn't even occurred to him. He moved his arms down her body until hi hands met hers. She crossed his arms around her, leaning into his embrace.
"Then what do you want?" she whispered, closing her eyes.
He showed her rather than told her, leaning his head down to kiss her.
And for the first time in a good while, neither Beka Valentine nor Tyr Anasazi felt like crying.
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Author's Note #2: The end!!!! Yay, I finally finished! So
what did you think? Was it good? Should I write a sequel (or
if not a sequel, more Beka/Tyr fanfic)? Please review and tell me
what you think!!!