Setting: Little bit after The Widening Gyre but in my universe Trance got
the larvae out of Harper and Tyr, I don't like the idea of those creepy
crawlies in such a hottie, and it's my fic so I can do whatever I like.
Author's Notes - There is a lot of Tyr and Harper stuff at the beginning but this is NOT A SLASH!!!! Okay, I wrote my other Andromeda fic after having seen only four episodes. I have now seen eight or nine. I know that number is pathetically small, but I'm trying. Hope you enjoy.
Oh, I added this one line last chapter. Trance just says that the virus is active in Tyr's bloodstream while it's dormant in Harper's. That's all, no need to go back and read it.
Hey all. Got another chapter for you. Do you want it? Oh, missed. Do you want it? Oh, missed. Do you ohhhh. You got it. Many, many thanks for all the fabulous reviews, you guys are great. Hope you enjoy reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. You knew that though
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An hour later.
Dylan and Beka had both returned to the Command Deck and told Trance to notify them if there was any change. Trance sat at a console reading all that the medical equipment had been able to find out about the virus-like things in Tyr and Harper's bloodstream. It wasn't a very strong virus, in that it could be easily combatted; she had been able to make an antidote in mere seconds. But it was deadly in its effects. Tyr easily could have attacked anyone on the ship, or perhaps sabotaged some important systems. Trance was just glad Harper hadn't been effected. The two of them running mad around the ship was more than she wanted to think about. She looked up and noticed that Tyr showed signs of waking.
"Dylan, Beka, Tyr's waking up." She called out through the comlink. They both headed to Medical immediately. She hesitated to call Harper; he hadn't asked to be notified if Tyr woke up and he may be sleeping, he really needed to rest. Trance decided to wait. It would be for the best; if the antidote didn't work for some reason she didn't want Harper to have to see Tyr again while he was under the virus's influence. She took a blood sample from Tyr and placed it in the scanner just as Dylan and Beka arrived.
Dylan walked over and stood by Tyr's bedside. As Tyr's eyes opened he looked around the room, calmly and clearly curious. Then he focussed on Dylan standing next to him.
"Dylan." He exclaimed calmly, but questioningly.
"Yeah, Tyr."
"Untie me before I am forced to find my own way of escape, which will undoubtedly lead to physical harm to your person." Tyr stated just as calmly as before. There was no rage in his eyes, just a need to be freed. Dylan wasn't so sure he was thrilled about the physical harm part of the equation though.
"It's okay, Dylan," Trance announced happily, reading off the results from the blood tests, "The virus is cleared from his system. He's back to himself."
Tyr raised an eyebrow to Dylan and indicated the bonds.
"Well then," Dylan said as he released his security chief, "It's good to have you back."
"Yes, well I must admit that I am at a loss as to where I was." Tyr admitted, sitting up.
"What's the last thing you remember, Tyr?" Beka asked softly. She was cringing inwardly; they may have to tell Tyr what he did while he was under the virus's control.
"I returned from the supply run and went to the gym I believe. In fact, as I recall I broke the punching bag." Tyr stated rather proudly. "Hmmmm, afterwards. I believe I ... well I was completely enraged. At what I have no recollection; but I was quite mad. And I seem to recall perhaps ending up at the machine shop." Tyr explained slowly, trying to remember.
"Do you remember Harper being there?" Dylan asked, not giving away any information in his tone.
Tyr's gaze suddenly broke away from Dylan at the mention of Harper's name. He lowered his head, and clenched his eyes shut then pressed his hands against his temples, as if he were in physical pain. It all came back to him in a rush, the memories flashed before his closed eyes relentlessly.
Breaking the equipment in the gym. The intense overpowering rage. The urge for destruction. Going into the Machine Shop. Destroying the robot with his bare hands. Harper coming in. The urge to kill. Attacking Harper.
"No!" Tyr yelled in denial, not wanting to see, but still the memories returned. His attack on Harper replayed in horrid detail, ending with the flash of red from Dylan's forcelance. When the memories finally ended, Tyr gasped in shocked, and horrified surprise.
"My god." He looked Dylan straight in the eye, "What happened to me? Where is the boy?" He asked, getting up to look around the Medical bay.
"Harper's fine, Tyr." Trance assured him.
"He's just resting in his quarters." Beka finished.
"Well then, would one of you please explain what happened?" Tyr asked somewhat forcefully, frustration ringing out clearly in his voice.
Beka, Dylan and Trance looked at each other, willing the other to explain so they wouldn't have to. Dylan was the one to step up and clarify the situation. He explained how it was probably the gas that caused the entire incident, and what the virus's effects had been, and how they reversed it. Tyr sat in silence, absorbing it all. When Dylan finished Tyr remained silent, clearly in deep thought. It was several moments before he spoke.
"I have to go see Harper." Tyr said getting up to leave Medical as quickly as Harper had earlier. He needed to speak to the boy right away. After all the work he had put into having a friendship with the "little man" he refused to let it die because of some virus.
"Wait, Tyr. I want to run some more tests to make sure you're okay." Trance yelled, but Tyr was practically out the door.
"Later."
"But ..." Trance started.
"I said later!" He called back behind him and headed for Harper's quarters.
Dylan wasn't convinced about Tyr's state of mind yet, and refused to take any chances, "Rommie, I assume you heard all that."
The holographic form of the ship's AI fizzled to life in front of them, "Yes. Not a very nice situation."
"I know. Monitor Tyr, even if he engages Privacy Mode. I want to know what he's doing. It's the safest thing, at least for the time being." Dylan explained.
"Understood." Rommie nodded and then disappeared once more. Dylan didn't like invading Tyr's privacy and he knew the others didn't like it either, but better safe than sorry. Dylan, Beka and Trance parted company to return to regular duty and hope life would somehow be like it was before.
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Tyr kept up a steady pace all the way to Harper's quarters. He didn't know what he was going to say to the young engineer, he just knew he had to see him. The memories from when he was under the virus's hold were still strong in his mind. He needed to know that Harper was alright, physically and mentally and hope that there friendship could somehow remain as it was; but deep down he had a feeling it would never be the same. He had betrayed Harper, whether in his own mind or not, it was betrayal, nonetheless. And trust was something Harper didn't just throw around. And as much as he hated to admit it, he valued the boy's friendship.
He finally arrived at Harper's quarters. He rang the bell, not really knowing what he was going to say. As it turned out he didn't have to worry right then, Harper wasn't answering the door. Tyr resorted to knocking.
"Harper. Are you in there?" Tyr called. No reply. He let out an exasperated sigh. "Ship, is Harper in his quarters?"
"No. Harper is currently in Machine Shop 2." Rommie replied without appearing.
Tyr immediately started on his way to the Machine Shop. As he reached the door he realized this was where he had attacked Harper. He couldn't help but wonder why Harper would return here so quickly. He went in and looked around. The room was in shambles. Broken machines, and spare parts littered the floor, there was an overturned supply shelf and the communications console on the wall was completely shattered. Harper sat in the middle of the floor, picking up parts and inspecting them, then putting them back on the floor or shoving them into recycling bins if they were broken beyond repair. Tyr thought he looked as though he were attempting to put together a jigsaw puzzle. He approached him slowly, not realizing how quiet his approach actually was.
"Harper?" He finally addressed him. Harper scrambled to his feet in surprise and spun around to face him. Tyr cringed inwardly when he noticed the shock and initial fear in Harper's eyes that didn't immediately go away. The bruises around his neck and the way he was favoring his left ribs was discomforting as well. The engineer relaxed somewhat when he realized Tyr was himself, but remained somewhat tense. "Aren't you supposed to be resting?" Tyr asked, attempting to start the conversation somehow.
Harper's features immediately hardened, "Yeah, well I had plenty of time to do that while I was unconscious." He replied coldly, then turned back to the parts on the floor.
Tyr wasn't thrilled with the response, but wasn't totally surprised. He ignored the comment, as much as it hurt, and continued, "What is it that you're doing?"
"Cleaning up this mess and trying to find out if any of this stuff still works." Harper said. He picked up the remnants of the robot Tyr had destroyed and threw it into a recycling bin rather roughly. Tyr remained in the doorway until Harper addressed him. "Hey, you helped make the mess, feel free to clean some of it up."
Tyr came into the room and placed several pieces of broken equipment into the bins, then straightened and spoke somewhat louder than before, since Harper had his back to him. "I came to see if you were alright." He admitted.
"Oh, in that case I'm right as rain. Thanks for stopping by." Harper's voice was sharp and dismissive.
"Look little man, I was told that your purple friend explained to you the reasons for my behaviour. I was not myself in any sense of the word, so I would appreciate it if you would not hold my actions against me." Tyr said as calmly as possible; Harper's attitude was wearing down his patience.
"Hey, who's holding anything against you? I'm fine, you're fine. Life goes on, right? Everything's peachy!" Harper replied sarcastically, his tone was as cold as steel. It was clear things were not fine.
"Obviously everything is not "peachy". What do you want me to do? I am sorry for what happened, and fine, I *apologize*, but I can not changed what occurred." Tyr said, his voice rising slightly higher.
"That's right, you can't change what happened. So why talk about it? Tell you what else, you can take that *apology* and shove it up your a..."
"What is wrong with you?" Tyr demanded, not understanding Harper's reaction. He had just apologized. Him. Tyr Anasazi out of Victoria by Barbarosa. Apologized! He had thought that would be enough, especially since he hadn't been in control of his actions. But Harper clearly wasn't accepting the apology.
"You! You're wrong with me. Just stay out of my business and get the hell out of here!" Harper demanded, and clearly meaning it. He empasized his point by throwing the piece of metal he had picked up at Tyr with all the strength he could muster. Luckily his aim was off thanks to his recent injuries and he only managed to strike the doorframe next to Tyr. This only enraged the big man further and his patience finally cracked.
"Fine, you just stay here with your precious machines. Why I ever believed a friendship with a worthless mudfoot such as yourself was worth pursueing, I'll never know." Tyr replied angrily. He turned and left the room, if possible he would have slammed the door on his way out.
He was so blinded by his own emotional turmoil he didn't notice the irregularities in Harper's actions. If he had been able to think through his own rage, and hurt, he may have noticed the unrational anger in Harper's reaction, or the extensive jumpiness and defensiveness of his actions, or heard the crash and bang of more equipment and parts being broken by the young man in the Machine Shop behind him. But as it was, Tyr was oblivious to all this, he could only think about his own mistakes and feelings. Perhaps if he had noticed, he could have stopped Harper before the virus had set in completely, and in doing so saved himself and Harper from unnecessary pain. But he didn't notice, and the virus in Harper's system continued to grow stronger.
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Tyr walked through the ship aimlessly, he didn't know, and didn't care where he was going. The entire scene with Harper kept replaying in his mind. He silently wished he had waited longer to confront the young man.
Perhaps it was too early to speak to him. I barely gave him time to process all that happened. Tyr reasoned to himself. He had prepared himself for the worst, he knew Harper's reaction may not be entirely pleasant, but he hadn't prepared enough. He was being eaten away by guilt, and desperately wished Harper had accepted his apology, it would have made things much easier. His mind was quite aware that he hadn't been responsible for his actions, but he couldn't seem to convince himself completely, or that annoying little thing he called a conscience.
Damn it, I'm going soft. Getting so worked up about the boy being angry at me. I really shouldn't care this much, it's nothing but a weakness. Another voice in Tyr's head told him.
He couldn't get the images out of his mind of when he attacked Harper. He remembered all of it, including the feeling of joy and satisfaction. He had taken great pleasure in preying on the young man, and attacking him. Thinking about it now literally made him sick to his stomach.
Of course he doesn't forgive you, think of what you did to him. Would you be so willing to forget such an incident? He asked himself. Tyr was really starting to hate that little voice. He eventually found himself outside the doors to the Command Deck. He decided he may as well go there, it was as good a place as any. He went in and found only Beka manning the deck.
"Hey Tyr, how'd it go with Harper?" Beka asked, a little too cheerfully for Tyr's liking. Of course, Beka had thought that Harper would forgive Tyr immediately, after his reaction in the Medical Bay.
"Not well, to say the least. He more or less ordered me to stay away from him." Tyr told her, staring out the view screen to avoid her gaze.
"You're kidding?" Beka was somewhat shocked.
"Do I seem in a humorous mood to you?" Tyr asked bitterly.
"No, it's just that .. well after what Harper said in Medical I was positive he'd already forgotten the incident and pretty much put it behind him." Beka replied.
"Oh, and what was it he said exactly?" Tyr enquired, genuinely curious. If Harper had been willing to forgive him earlier, then why not now?
"Well when he woke up, the first thing he did was ask what was wrong with you. Not attitude-wise or anything, he automatically assumed there was some kind of outside influence effecting you. It was like he refused to believe you would attack him like that, for any reason. He seemed awful relieved when we found out it was actually a virus." Beka said, trying to recall everything said in Medical.
"That does not sound like the same Harper who just told me to take my apology and shove it up my a..."
"You actually apologized?" Beka asked in pleasant surprise. She suddenly had an even greater respect for Tyr.
Tyr nodded. "And he didn't forgive you? That doesn't sound like Harper at all." Beka commented.
"No. It doesn't." Tyr replied slowly, seemingly deep in thought about something. Now that his mind was clearer, he was picking up on Harper's extremely odd behaviour. But he wasn't sure yet. He left the Command Deck without so much as a good-bye and made his way to the Medical Bay.
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Okay, it's still going. I know, my fics are long. Deal with it. Hope you all enjoyed, I have to go to bed now. But Drama is all over so I should have lots more writing time in the very near future. I have a pretty good layout of the next chapter as well so it should come along soon. Please review and tell me what you're thinking so far.
Diana.
Author's Notes - There is a lot of Tyr and Harper stuff at the beginning but this is NOT A SLASH!!!! Okay, I wrote my other Andromeda fic after having seen only four episodes. I have now seen eight or nine. I know that number is pathetically small, but I'm trying. Hope you enjoy.
Oh, I added this one line last chapter. Trance just says that the virus is active in Tyr's bloodstream while it's dormant in Harper's. That's all, no need to go back and read it.
Hey all. Got another chapter for you. Do you want it? Oh, missed. Do you want it? Oh, missed. Do you ohhhh. You got it. Many, many thanks for all the fabulous reviews, you guys are great. Hope you enjoy reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. You knew that though
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An hour later.
Dylan and Beka had both returned to the Command Deck and told Trance to notify them if there was any change. Trance sat at a console reading all that the medical equipment had been able to find out about the virus-like things in Tyr and Harper's bloodstream. It wasn't a very strong virus, in that it could be easily combatted; she had been able to make an antidote in mere seconds. But it was deadly in its effects. Tyr easily could have attacked anyone on the ship, or perhaps sabotaged some important systems. Trance was just glad Harper hadn't been effected. The two of them running mad around the ship was more than she wanted to think about. She looked up and noticed that Tyr showed signs of waking.
"Dylan, Beka, Tyr's waking up." She called out through the comlink. They both headed to Medical immediately. She hesitated to call Harper; he hadn't asked to be notified if Tyr woke up and he may be sleeping, he really needed to rest. Trance decided to wait. It would be for the best; if the antidote didn't work for some reason she didn't want Harper to have to see Tyr again while he was under the virus's influence. She took a blood sample from Tyr and placed it in the scanner just as Dylan and Beka arrived.
Dylan walked over and stood by Tyr's bedside. As Tyr's eyes opened he looked around the room, calmly and clearly curious. Then he focussed on Dylan standing next to him.
"Dylan." He exclaimed calmly, but questioningly.
"Yeah, Tyr."
"Untie me before I am forced to find my own way of escape, which will undoubtedly lead to physical harm to your person." Tyr stated just as calmly as before. There was no rage in his eyes, just a need to be freed. Dylan wasn't so sure he was thrilled about the physical harm part of the equation though.
"It's okay, Dylan," Trance announced happily, reading off the results from the blood tests, "The virus is cleared from his system. He's back to himself."
Tyr raised an eyebrow to Dylan and indicated the bonds.
"Well then," Dylan said as he released his security chief, "It's good to have you back."
"Yes, well I must admit that I am at a loss as to where I was." Tyr admitted, sitting up.
"What's the last thing you remember, Tyr?" Beka asked softly. She was cringing inwardly; they may have to tell Tyr what he did while he was under the virus's control.
"I returned from the supply run and went to the gym I believe. In fact, as I recall I broke the punching bag." Tyr stated rather proudly. "Hmmmm, afterwards. I believe I ... well I was completely enraged. At what I have no recollection; but I was quite mad. And I seem to recall perhaps ending up at the machine shop." Tyr explained slowly, trying to remember.
"Do you remember Harper being there?" Dylan asked, not giving away any information in his tone.
Tyr's gaze suddenly broke away from Dylan at the mention of Harper's name. He lowered his head, and clenched his eyes shut then pressed his hands against his temples, as if he were in physical pain. It all came back to him in a rush, the memories flashed before his closed eyes relentlessly.
Breaking the equipment in the gym. The intense overpowering rage. The urge for destruction. Going into the Machine Shop. Destroying the robot with his bare hands. Harper coming in. The urge to kill. Attacking Harper.
"No!" Tyr yelled in denial, not wanting to see, but still the memories returned. His attack on Harper replayed in horrid detail, ending with the flash of red from Dylan's forcelance. When the memories finally ended, Tyr gasped in shocked, and horrified surprise.
"My god." He looked Dylan straight in the eye, "What happened to me? Where is the boy?" He asked, getting up to look around the Medical bay.
"Harper's fine, Tyr." Trance assured him.
"He's just resting in his quarters." Beka finished.
"Well then, would one of you please explain what happened?" Tyr asked somewhat forcefully, frustration ringing out clearly in his voice.
Beka, Dylan and Trance looked at each other, willing the other to explain so they wouldn't have to. Dylan was the one to step up and clarify the situation. He explained how it was probably the gas that caused the entire incident, and what the virus's effects had been, and how they reversed it. Tyr sat in silence, absorbing it all. When Dylan finished Tyr remained silent, clearly in deep thought. It was several moments before he spoke.
"I have to go see Harper." Tyr said getting up to leave Medical as quickly as Harper had earlier. He needed to speak to the boy right away. After all the work he had put into having a friendship with the "little man" he refused to let it die because of some virus.
"Wait, Tyr. I want to run some more tests to make sure you're okay." Trance yelled, but Tyr was practically out the door.
"Later."
"But ..." Trance started.
"I said later!" He called back behind him and headed for Harper's quarters.
Dylan wasn't convinced about Tyr's state of mind yet, and refused to take any chances, "Rommie, I assume you heard all that."
The holographic form of the ship's AI fizzled to life in front of them, "Yes. Not a very nice situation."
"I know. Monitor Tyr, even if he engages Privacy Mode. I want to know what he's doing. It's the safest thing, at least for the time being." Dylan explained.
"Understood." Rommie nodded and then disappeared once more. Dylan didn't like invading Tyr's privacy and he knew the others didn't like it either, but better safe than sorry. Dylan, Beka and Trance parted company to return to regular duty and hope life would somehow be like it was before.
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Tyr kept up a steady pace all the way to Harper's quarters. He didn't know what he was going to say to the young engineer, he just knew he had to see him. The memories from when he was under the virus's hold were still strong in his mind. He needed to know that Harper was alright, physically and mentally and hope that there friendship could somehow remain as it was; but deep down he had a feeling it would never be the same. He had betrayed Harper, whether in his own mind or not, it was betrayal, nonetheless. And trust was something Harper didn't just throw around. And as much as he hated to admit it, he valued the boy's friendship.
He finally arrived at Harper's quarters. He rang the bell, not really knowing what he was going to say. As it turned out he didn't have to worry right then, Harper wasn't answering the door. Tyr resorted to knocking.
"Harper. Are you in there?" Tyr called. No reply. He let out an exasperated sigh. "Ship, is Harper in his quarters?"
"No. Harper is currently in Machine Shop 2." Rommie replied without appearing.
Tyr immediately started on his way to the Machine Shop. As he reached the door he realized this was where he had attacked Harper. He couldn't help but wonder why Harper would return here so quickly. He went in and looked around. The room was in shambles. Broken machines, and spare parts littered the floor, there was an overturned supply shelf and the communications console on the wall was completely shattered. Harper sat in the middle of the floor, picking up parts and inspecting them, then putting them back on the floor or shoving them into recycling bins if they were broken beyond repair. Tyr thought he looked as though he were attempting to put together a jigsaw puzzle. He approached him slowly, not realizing how quiet his approach actually was.
"Harper?" He finally addressed him. Harper scrambled to his feet in surprise and spun around to face him. Tyr cringed inwardly when he noticed the shock and initial fear in Harper's eyes that didn't immediately go away. The bruises around his neck and the way he was favoring his left ribs was discomforting as well. The engineer relaxed somewhat when he realized Tyr was himself, but remained somewhat tense. "Aren't you supposed to be resting?" Tyr asked, attempting to start the conversation somehow.
Harper's features immediately hardened, "Yeah, well I had plenty of time to do that while I was unconscious." He replied coldly, then turned back to the parts on the floor.
Tyr wasn't thrilled with the response, but wasn't totally surprised. He ignored the comment, as much as it hurt, and continued, "What is it that you're doing?"
"Cleaning up this mess and trying to find out if any of this stuff still works." Harper said. He picked up the remnants of the robot Tyr had destroyed and threw it into a recycling bin rather roughly. Tyr remained in the doorway until Harper addressed him. "Hey, you helped make the mess, feel free to clean some of it up."
Tyr came into the room and placed several pieces of broken equipment into the bins, then straightened and spoke somewhat louder than before, since Harper had his back to him. "I came to see if you were alright." He admitted.
"Oh, in that case I'm right as rain. Thanks for stopping by." Harper's voice was sharp and dismissive.
"Look little man, I was told that your purple friend explained to you the reasons for my behaviour. I was not myself in any sense of the word, so I would appreciate it if you would not hold my actions against me." Tyr said as calmly as possible; Harper's attitude was wearing down his patience.
"Hey, who's holding anything against you? I'm fine, you're fine. Life goes on, right? Everything's peachy!" Harper replied sarcastically, his tone was as cold as steel. It was clear things were not fine.
"Obviously everything is not "peachy". What do you want me to do? I am sorry for what happened, and fine, I *apologize*, but I can not changed what occurred." Tyr said, his voice rising slightly higher.
"That's right, you can't change what happened. So why talk about it? Tell you what else, you can take that *apology* and shove it up your a..."
"What is wrong with you?" Tyr demanded, not understanding Harper's reaction. He had just apologized. Him. Tyr Anasazi out of Victoria by Barbarosa. Apologized! He had thought that would be enough, especially since he hadn't been in control of his actions. But Harper clearly wasn't accepting the apology.
"You! You're wrong with me. Just stay out of my business and get the hell out of here!" Harper demanded, and clearly meaning it. He empasized his point by throwing the piece of metal he had picked up at Tyr with all the strength he could muster. Luckily his aim was off thanks to his recent injuries and he only managed to strike the doorframe next to Tyr. This only enraged the big man further and his patience finally cracked.
"Fine, you just stay here with your precious machines. Why I ever believed a friendship with a worthless mudfoot such as yourself was worth pursueing, I'll never know." Tyr replied angrily. He turned and left the room, if possible he would have slammed the door on his way out.
He was so blinded by his own emotional turmoil he didn't notice the irregularities in Harper's actions. If he had been able to think through his own rage, and hurt, he may have noticed the unrational anger in Harper's reaction, or the extensive jumpiness and defensiveness of his actions, or heard the crash and bang of more equipment and parts being broken by the young man in the Machine Shop behind him. But as it was, Tyr was oblivious to all this, he could only think about his own mistakes and feelings. Perhaps if he had noticed, he could have stopped Harper before the virus had set in completely, and in doing so saved himself and Harper from unnecessary pain. But he didn't notice, and the virus in Harper's system continued to grow stronger.
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Tyr walked through the ship aimlessly, he didn't know, and didn't care where he was going. The entire scene with Harper kept replaying in his mind. He silently wished he had waited longer to confront the young man.
Perhaps it was too early to speak to him. I barely gave him time to process all that happened. Tyr reasoned to himself. He had prepared himself for the worst, he knew Harper's reaction may not be entirely pleasant, but he hadn't prepared enough. He was being eaten away by guilt, and desperately wished Harper had accepted his apology, it would have made things much easier. His mind was quite aware that he hadn't been responsible for his actions, but he couldn't seem to convince himself completely, or that annoying little thing he called a conscience.
Damn it, I'm going soft. Getting so worked up about the boy being angry at me. I really shouldn't care this much, it's nothing but a weakness. Another voice in Tyr's head told him.
He couldn't get the images out of his mind of when he attacked Harper. He remembered all of it, including the feeling of joy and satisfaction. He had taken great pleasure in preying on the young man, and attacking him. Thinking about it now literally made him sick to his stomach.
Of course he doesn't forgive you, think of what you did to him. Would you be so willing to forget such an incident? He asked himself. Tyr was really starting to hate that little voice. He eventually found himself outside the doors to the Command Deck. He decided he may as well go there, it was as good a place as any. He went in and found only Beka manning the deck.
"Hey Tyr, how'd it go with Harper?" Beka asked, a little too cheerfully for Tyr's liking. Of course, Beka had thought that Harper would forgive Tyr immediately, after his reaction in the Medical Bay.
"Not well, to say the least. He more or less ordered me to stay away from him." Tyr told her, staring out the view screen to avoid her gaze.
"You're kidding?" Beka was somewhat shocked.
"Do I seem in a humorous mood to you?" Tyr asked bitterly.
"No, it's just that .. well after what Harper said in Medical I was positive he'd already forgotten the incident and pretty much put it behind him." Beka replied.
"Oh, and what was it he said exactly?" Tyr enquired, genuinely curious. If Harper had been willing to forgive him earlier, then why not now?
"Well when he woke up, the first thing he did was ask what was wrong with you. Not attitude-wise or anything, he automatically assumed there was some kind of outside influence effecting you. It was like he refused to believe you would attack him like that, for any reason. He seemed awful relieved when we found out it was actually a virus." Beka said, trying to recall everything said in Medical.
"That does not sound like the same Harper who just told me to take my apology and shove it up my a..."
"You actually apologized?" Beka asked in pleasant surprise. She suddenly had an even greater respect for Tyr.
Tyr nodded. "And he didn't forgive you? That doesn't sound like Harper at all." Beka commented.
"No. It doesn't." Tyr replied slowly, seemingly deep in thought about something. Now that his mind was clearer, he was picking up on Harper's extremely odd behaviour. But he wasn't sure yet. He left the Command Deck without so much as a good-bye and made his way to the Medical Bay.
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Okay, it's still going. I know, my fics are long. Deal with it. Hope you all enjoyed, I have to go to bed now. But Drama is all over so I should have lots more writing time in the very near future. I have a pretty good layout of the next chapter as well so it should come along soon. Please review and tell me what you're thinking so far.
Diana.
