Disclaimer - The Elf owns Reese, and wishes she owned Harper. That is all.

A/N - Arise, Starlette24…the last installment is right here! Thank you to all who reviewed! I sure enjoyed writing this. Hehe. And once again, to heed the advice of Cherubino…

Warning - NOT TO READ AT WORK!

Harper for a Day - Part 4

Bzzt.

"Owwwwie!"

"Be careful with that."

"Now you tell me!"

"Well, it's only common sense that one should be cautious when working with electrical wiring," Rommie lectured Trance. The two were in the Mess Hall - Rommie's android avatar monitoring Trance as she attempted to repair some of the damage from multiple flying objects destroying unlucky circuit breakers in the room. A few tweaks from someone who knew what they were doing, and the room would have power again...

Trance was far from someone who knew what they were doing.

"Well, I shouldn't have to do this, anyway," the purple girl pouted, sucking the end of her index finger where she'd gotten zapped.

"Yes, you should," Rommie replied bluntly. "It's Harper's job to repair my circuitry; you are Harper today; and it was in direct result of your actions that I require repairs in the first place. It's just a few shorted wires - nothing much."

"Maybe for Harper," Trance muttered.

"What was that?" Rommie smirked, knowing perfectly well what she'd said.

"I said maybe if Reese could take a joke..."

"And maybe if you wouldn't bait her..."

"Well, it was Harper's idea to switch personalities in the first place!" Trance's hands went to her hip. "And gosh-darn-it, I was just acting like he would act with her around, so...fooey on him! I refuse to lose this bet!" She reached for another wire, determined to fix the power. Bzzt. "OWWWWIE!" She hopped up to her feet with her finger stuck in her mouth, and gave an aggravated kick to Rommie's paneling.

The power came back on.

"A little unorthodox, but effective, none-the-less," Rommie winked, and left Trance to wallow in her own frustration.

*

Reese paused outside the door that led to Medical, biting her lower lip. Tyr was right: it's not Harper's fault that he's such a nincompoop - he was born that way. Now, she wondered what kind of reaction the sight of her would produce. She sighed and shook her head in determination, little water droplets from the cold shower splattering against Andromeda's walls. Only one way to find out...

The doors slid open as Reese stepped forward. Harper looked up from where he stood leaning on the counter...and proceeded to dive for cover behind the bed in the centre of the room.

"Don't shoot!" he pleaded, pushing his back up against the bed as though it were a trench wall. "I'm not armed. You wouldn't hit a girl with a tail, would you? Tyr! Dylan! Help!"

"I'm not armed either, Harper," Reese told him.

"Yeah, sure, maybe not with a gun or Forcelance, but you're equally as dangerous with a plate or chair, I can vouch for that," Harper reminded her.

Reese held up her hands. "Look. I don't have anything."

Harper peeked out, then narrowed his eyes. "Oh, perfect! Fantastic! Stupendous! So now you're planning on strangling me with your bare hands? Well, not this little Earthling, Doll. I'm not falling for that old trick. Not even when you're s...soaking wet."

Reese covered her mouth with one hand to stifle a giggle. "Actually," she said, "I came down here for a much different reason."

"Oh, really? And what would that be? Lead me into a false sense of security so you can poison my next meal or smother me in my sleep? Nice try, Toots, but I'm onto you."

"Okay, Harper, I'll leave," she tried reverse psychology. "I can see that you really don't care that I might need medical attention."

"Huh?" he popped out from behind his shield. "What's wrong, Babe? You hurt yourself?"

"No, no, nothing like that..."

"What is it? C'mon, you can tell the Doc," he urged, hopping over to her side.

"Well, Seamus, I think I've caught a fever or something," she said, looking up at him with as innocent eyes as she could manage. "Because I'm fine for a little while, but then I think of a certain blond, spikey-haired, super genius Engineer, and something happens."

"Oh yeah?" Harper was catching on to the game. "Like what?"

"Well," Reese leaned closer to him. "I get this pain in my stomach-" she lifted her shirt just a little and put his hand on her bare midriff in demonstration, "-as I wonder when I'll see him again. Then, when I imagine his adorable face, my breath catches in my throat, and my heart-" she moved his hand up to her chest, "-starts beating like crazy. Can you feel it?"

"I can feel something," he replied with a grin. "And I think you definitely came to the right place. In fact, I might just be the only Doctor in the entire known systems that has the cure for what ails ya."

"Really?" Reese pressed herself up against him. "What's that?"

"For starters, I am definitely gonna have to take a sample of your saliva..."

She kissed him softly, and he grabbed her around the waist, lifted her off the floor, and carried her to the bed in the centre of the room.

*

Trance trudged unhappily through the hallways toward the Med Deck, ready to admit to Harper that his job was indeed quite difficult. She had stopped by the Hydroponics Garden on the way and noticed how green and healthy he'd kept her plants. And to add insult to injury, she needed something from Medical to put on her singed fingers from the electrical jolts.

"Harper, you win, I-" her jaw dropped, cutting herself off as she walked into Medical and saw Harper and Reese making out on the counter. "By the Divine! HARPER! What do you think you're doing?"

Harper looked up, a big goofy grin on his face. "Treating a patient?"

"What kind of treatment is sticking your tongue halfway down a patient's throat?"

"I'm checking to see if it's swollen, duh."

"Nuh-uh, no way, no how do you get to get away with this. You are so not acting like me, so you so lose!"

"Oh, believe me, Trance, I SO won," he grinned, winking at Reese.

Trance was fuming. "That's it! Get out - both of you! I'm going to have to disinfect this counter now! And you owe me dinner next planet we're on!"

"It was worth it," Harper replied as the purple girl pushed both out of the room.

"Catch you later, Cutie," Reese winked at him, then strolled back to the Bridge.

Harper watched her go, and sighed. "Oh yeah, it was so worth it."

**2 weeks later**

Beka smiled as the steamy hot water poured out of the shower and over her aching body, soothing her tight muscles. She took her time washing her blonde locks, letting the heat refresh her as she sang a tune from one of her favorite CDs. She paused a moment when she thought she heard a noise, but shrugged and continued when it did not come again.

After about twenty minutes, she turned off the spray and rolled her shoulders back until they cracked. Moving the shower door back, she went to grab her clothes, but all she got was a fist full of air. She looked: her clothes were gone, as were all the towels. She frowned, and looked out into her quarters. Her closet had been ransacked - all her clothing had been taken along with the blanket and sheets off her bed. The only item wearable was draped over her bedside table...

"Oh, please let me be dreaming..."

*

Reese and Tyr stood at their stations, mischievous grins spread across their faces. Dylan hadn't bothered to ask - he knew he would find out sooner or later what was so funny.

"REESE!"

Reese clenched her teeth to keep from bursting into hysterics at the sound of Beka's bellow from down the hall, and slapped Tyr a victorious high five. The doors slid open and Beka stormed inside, decked out in a poofy pink dress and looking like she would blow her top.

"Lookin' good, Cuz," Reese nodded.

"You. Are. DEAD!" Beka screeched, and ran at her. Reese slipped under the bar of her station and kept it between her and her cousin. Beka dashed one way and Reese went the other, speeding off the Bridge as fast as her feet could carry her.

"I would venture a guess that she has now seen you 'lose your cool'?" Tyr smirked.

"After I'm through with her, Nietzschean, I'm coming back for you," Beka snarled.

"So, I have some time, then?" Tyr commented as Beka chased after Reese, hollering for her wardrobe to be returned and about what horrible things she would do when she caught her.

Dylan's brow furrowed. "Where did she get that dress?"

Rommie shrugged. "I said she could use anything she could find. I hadn't known we had such a thing on board."

"Maybe it's her own invention," Dylan guessed.

"The young Valentine is quite resourceful," Tyr nodded. "I rather like her."

"Back off, Bud," Harper scowled.

"Fear not, Little Man," Tyr rolled his eyes. "I meant simply that she is an asset to our crew."

"Yeah, I bet."

Tyr smirked, pleased that he had gotten under the Engineer's skin. Dylan shook his head, and went began a conversation with Rommie, wondering how much destruction would befall the ship before Beka would calm down.

THE END!

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