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Summery: The entire crew is facing a terrible possibility: Rebecca Valentine may be dying. Dylan speaks to Tyr.
Rating: This story is rated R for violence, language, bloody sense, and a mention of rape.
Author's Note: I had to do something with Dylan so here goes. He's not my favorite person but still. Please review. All and any comments are welcomed.
End of the Nightmare
Part IV. Words of the Captain
By: Kayla Anasazi (a.k.a. Silver Spider)
"Leadership is not about being nice.
It's about being right and being strong."
--Paul Keating
Everyone came and went to see how Beka was doing, but there was no change for days. Trance was in medical for long periods of time checking on her friend's vital signs, while Rev was of somewhere praying. Only Tyr spent the nights in the same chair, reading the same book. The rest of the crew didn't ask him why, and he didn't tell them anything, until one day when Dylan came in.
"What are you doing here?" Tyr asked, angry that his solitude was interrupted.
"I'm just here to checking on my First Officer," the captain replied then glanced at the Nietzschean, "and to ask why my Head of Weapons has spent every minute of the past three days here."
"I am…concerned, " Tyr couldn't believe what he had just confessed to Dylan.
"About Beka?" Dylan raised an eyebrow. "That's a first."
"Is it really that hard to believe that I may care for the welfare of this crew?" Tyr looked up at the captain.
"Well I don't know about the rest of the crew," Dylan sat down in a chair next to the Nietzschean, "but I do believe that you care about Beka. Maybe even more then you'd like to admit."
"And how did you come to that brilliant conclusion?" Tyr asked sarcastically.
"By watching the two of you," Dylan replied. "I know that something happened between you two when you were left alone on the ship. Whether it was serious or not, I don't know. I do know that ever since then, you have been uncomfortable working with each other. That's why I would really appreciate it if you two resolved whatever it was. If you don't it could endanger the rest of the crew. I can't afford to have my First Officer and Head of Weapons going into battle with anything but a clear head."
"I would like to resolve it as well," Tyr agreed. "She miss understood me."
"What did you say to her?"
"It's not important. I insulted her and didn't know it until it was too late. It's my culture, Dylan, and she simply doesn't understand it. She thought I said that she was weak. That's not true. Far from it."
"Then you need to tell her that," the captain got up. "Tyr, I believe I understand Nietzscheans well enough to know how hard this must be for you. You respect her, maybe even feel something deeper. That's completely against your culture and it scares you."
Tyr gritted his teeth. He hated that Dylan was right. The only thing worse then going against everything he was ever thought, was the captain knowing about it.
"I think you should go and see to the rest of the crew," the Nietzschean said pointedly. "I will stay with Captain Valentine."
Dylan got the message and left the medical room. Tyr entwined his fingers and rested his chin on his hands. There was a lot that he needed to think about.