A/N- Oh yeah I did remember after I posted that last chapter that Beka says
in one episode she never drinks or did drugs because of her dad. But we
are going to ignore that because this is AU and someone once said "all
fanfics are at least slightly AU." Also I am a first year nursing major
who is getting (currently) a D in anatomy so basically I know nothing
about medicine… so ya. ~Lauriena
Here you go parisindy
Warning- story may contain kicking, hitting, smacking, fighting, swearing, throwing up, biting, kissing, racist langue and whatever else I throw in
Disclaimer- I'm in college, I own nothing!!!
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"Come on kid you need to eat." Beka never thought she would have to tell the human vacuum otherwise known as Harper to eat. It was two days since he woke-up but he hadn't been able to keep anything down since then.
"Beka, I am so dizzy that this is just going to come up again."
"You don't know that"
"Yes I do Beka," Harper gave the food a strange look that told Beka he was never going to eat it.
"Why not?"
"You want to know why I don't want to eat this." Beka just nodded. "Pasta feels gross when it comes back up, like worms."
"And you know what it feels like to barf up worms?" Harper picked through the food on his plate and looked up with only his eyes giving Beka a half smile. "You've eaten worms?"
"And worst."
"I think I am the one who's going to be sick." Harper's face dropped, his hand went to his stomach and he gave Beka a look she had begun to know too well in the past days. "Spoke to soon." With that she ran to the other side of the table and help Harper walk down the hall. She was still carrying most of his weight when they walked. She got him to the bathroom in time and watched as he emptied the little she had managed to make him eat in the last two hours. She filled up a cup with water and handed it to him when he was done.
"Thanks, for everything." He said rinsing out his mouth with the water and taking a slow sip of the water.
"Hey I take care of my crew" Harper just looked at the water in the cup swirling the remaining liquid around. "It was an accident, you know that Harper" In her heart Beka believed that Bobby just lost his temper, it was a rare thing, it wasn't going to happen again. Bobby just wasn't like that.
"Yeah boss" His sarcasm was not lost on Beka this time.
"Harper…"
"I know boss, Bobby didn't mean to lose his temper at me for nothing, and then accidentally slam my head into the slipdrive leaving me unconscious. Then have the resulting damage and infection turning me into a fainting, dizzy, puking mess…" Harper yelling was ended quickly when he began dry heaving over the toilet again. It ended with a coughing fit that shook his small body and when he was done he just leaned back on the wall waiting for the next wave. Beka slid down the wall so she was now sitting on the floor next to him. He didn't have much weight to lose but whatever he had gained in the past month was now gone. Sweat drenched his clothes and he was so clearly scared of Bobby. But Bobby wasn't like that. Was he? He was so loving and kind to her. Why would he be any different to Harper?
"It will be ok kid; I'm not going to let anything happen to you." Harper sighed and leaned his head back against the cool metal of the wall. Beka protected her crew; Harper was going to have to learn that.
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"Bobby he is running a high fever, there's no way he can do those repairs right now."
"The mudfoot is faking it Beka, mooching off you, me and this whole ship. The mutt can work, it just doesn't want to."
"Bobby he hasn't gotten out bed in the last week."
"It's a mudfoot Beka; it is always going to be sick."
"You don't know that."
"I know its type."
"And what is his type?"
"A sick, lying, stupid little mudfoot, they'll steal anything and everything."
"Bobby Harper's not like that."
"That's what you think Beka. That mudfoot is just charming it's slimy body into your bed. Oh wait it's been there for the past week. I would burn those sheets if I were you. You never know what diseases those earthlings got."
"Bobby what's gotten into you?"
"Nothing"
"It has to be something you never have acted like this before."
"Don't want to talk about it Beka"
"Fine, we'll talk later. I have to go down to the planet to talk to our client. We've spend too long on repairs and he is thinking about backing out. I need the Maru ready to go when I get back."
"If that mutt would get his lazy ass out of bed we would be fine."
"Bobby enough just finishes the repairs. It shouldn't take that long and just stay away from Harper."
"I'll do what I want."
"Not when you are my crew on my ship."
"Don't you have go down to the planet."
"Yeah, try to get along with the mudfoot as you are so fond of calling him." With that Harper heard Beka move to the airlock and get in the transport pod from the surface.
He had been sitting in Beka's bed listening to the whole conversation. He was getting better it was Beka who wouldn't let him out of bed. The cut on the back of his head had gotten infected, but all his cuts always did. Beka wouldn't let him work till his fever completely cleared but it was their little secret that he was feeling better. Bobby didn't need to know that he was holding down food and able to stand up straight. Harper sank down into Beka's pillows; it was just him and Bobby now. He wasn't foolish enough to think that Bobby would not come in and check to see how sick 'the mudfoot' really was. Harper had never played sick before. Sick got you in trouble. Sick was a sign of weakness. Sick got you beaten. Now not being sick was going to get him in trouble.
"On your feet mudfoot." Harper bit his tongue and tried to look like he was struggling to get up. The struggle was quickly ended when Bobby grab his shirt and yanked him into a standing position. Well mutt you are going to earn your keep and finish repairing the coolant pipes before you finish my list of repairs.
"But Bobby…" Harper's excuse was ended with a slap across the face that had sent him flying back onto Beka's bed
"No buts mudfoot, and don't you dare call me Bobby. You may have her fooled but not me. I know what you are really like. I'm the one that found you that hole crawling around with the rest of the rats. I'm the one that bought you from the slave traders. I'm the one that owns you. Don't you ever forget that."
"Yes sir." Bobby was never going to forget that he bought him. At the time he said Harper would get his freedom when he helped him get the missiles, but he clearly had forgotten that promise. He was still just property in Bobby's eyes. That was a dangerous position to be in, property didn't have feelings, get hurt, need rest, or food. It was just like being back on earth.
"That's better, don't think I don't see what your doing, playing the poor weak mudfoot, making Beka feel all sorry for you. Well I see right through that act. You mudfoots are all the same. Now get up, you have work to do." Harper pulled himself out of the bed. His face was burning and he could feel a bruise already forming. If he wasn't careful he was going to have another 'accident' before the day was out.
A/N- Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'm sorry it's so short, I have a ton of school work but I promise the moment I have some free time.
Here you go parisindy
Warning- story may contain kicking, hitting, smacking, fighting, swearing, throwing up, biting, kissing, racist langue and whatever else I throw in
Disclaimer- I'm in college, I own nothing!!!
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"Come on kid you need to eat." Beka never thought she would have to tell the human vacuum otherwise known as Harper to eat. It was two days since he woke-up but he hadn't been able to keep anything down since then.
"Beka, I am so dizzy that this is just going to come up again."
"You don't know that"
"Yes I do Beka," Harper gave the food a strange look that told Beka he was never going to eat it.
"Why not?"
"You want to know why I don't want to eat this." Beka just nodded. "Pasta feels gross when it comes back up, like worms."
"And you know what it feels like to barf up worms?" Harper picked through the food on his plate and looked up with only his eyes giving Beka a half smile. "You've eaten worms?"
"And worst."
"I think I am the one who's going to be sick." Harper's face dropped, his hand went to his stomach and he gave Beka a look she had begun to know too well in the past days. "Spoke to soon." With that she ran to the other side of the table and help Harper walk down the hall. She was still carrying most of his weight when they walked. She got him to the bathroom in time and watched as he emptied the little she had managed to make him eat in the last two hours. She filled up a cup with water and handed it to him when he was done.
"Thanks, for everything." He said rinsing out his mouth with the water and taking a slow sip of the water.
"Hey I take care of my crew" Harper just looked at the water in the cup swirling the remaining liquid around. "It was an accident, you know that Harper" In her heart Beka believed that Bobby just lost his temper, it was a rare thing, it wasn't going to happen again. Bobby just wasn't like that.
"Yeah boss" His sarcasm was not lost on Beka this time.
"Harper…"
"I know boss, Bobby didn't mean to lose his temper at me for nothing, and then accidentally slam my head into the slipdrive leaving me unconscious. Then have the resulting damage and infection turning me into a fainting, dizzy, puking mess…" Harper yelling was ended quickly when he began dry heaving over the toilet again. It ended with a coughing fit that shook his small body and when he was done he just leaned back on the wall waiting for the next wave. Beka slid down the wall so she was now sitting on the floor next to him. He didn't have much weight to lose but whatever he had gained in the past month was now gone. Sweat drenched his clothes and he was so clearly scared of Bobby. But Bobby wasn't like that. Was he? He was so loving and kind to her. Why would he be any different to Harper?
"It will be ok kid; I'm not going to let anything happen to you." Harper sighed and leaned his head back against the cool metal of the wall. Beka protected her crew; Harper was going to have to learn that.
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"Bobby he is running a high fever, there's no way he can do those repairs right now."
"The mudfoot is faking it Beka, mooching off you, me and this whole ship. The mutt can work, it just doesn't want to."
"Bobby he hasn't gotten out bed in the last week."
"It's a mudfoot Beka; it is always going to be sick."
"You don't know that."
"I know its type."
"And what is his type?"
"A sick, lying, stupid little mudfoot, they'll steal anything and everything."
"Bobby Harper's not like that."
"That's what you think Beka. That mudfoot is just charming it's slimy body into your bed. Oh wait it's been there for the past week. I would burn those sheets if I were you. You never know what diseases those earthlings got."
"Bobby what's gotten into you?"
"Nothing"
"It has to be something you never have acted like this before."
"Don't want to talk about it Beka"
"Fine, we'll talk later. I have to go down to the planet to talk to our client. We've spend too long on repairs and he is thinking about backing out. I need the Maru ready to go when I get back."
"If that mutt would get his lazy ass out of bed we would be fine."
"Bobby enough just finishes the repairs. It shouldn't take that long and just stay away from Harper."
"I'll do what I want."
"Not when you are my crew on my ship."
"Don't you have go down to the planet."
"Yeah, try to get along with the mudfoot as you are so fond of calling him." With that Harper heard Beka move to the airlock and get in the transport pod from the surface.
He had been sitting in Beka's bed listening to the whole conversation. He was getting better it was Beka who wouldn't let him out of bed. The cut on the back of his head had gotten infected, but all his cuts always did. Beka wouldn't let him work till his fever completely cleared but it was their little secret that he was feeling better. Bobby didn't need to know that he was holding down food and able to stand up straight. Harper sank down into Beka's pillows; it was just him and Bobby now. He wasn't foolish enough to think that Bobby would not come in and check to see how sick 'the mudfoot' really was. Harper had never played sick before. Sick got you in trouble. Sick was a sign of weakness. Sick got you beaten. Now not being sick was going to get him in trouble.
"On your feet mudfoot." Harper bit his tongue and tried to look like he was struggling to get up. The struggle was quickly ended when Bobby grab his shirt and yanked him into a standing position. Well mutt you are going to earn your keep and finish repairing the coolant pipes before you finish my list of repairs.
"But Bobby…" Harper's excuse was ended with a slap across the face that had sent him flying back onto Beka's bed
"No buts mudfoot, and don't you dare call me Bobby. You may have her fooled but not me. I know what you are really like. I'm the one that found you that hole crawling around with the rest of the rats. I'm the one that bought you from the slave traders. I'm the one that owns you. Don't you ever forget that."
"Yes sir." Bobby was never going to forget that he bought him. At the time he said Harper would get his freedom when he helped him get the missiles, but he clearly had forgotten that promise. He was still just property in Bobby's eyes. That was a dangerous position to be in, property didn't have feelings, get hurt, need rest, or food. It was just like being back on earth.
"That's better, don't think I don't see what your doing, playing the poor weak mudfoot, making Beka feel all sorry for you. Well I see right through that act. You mudfoots are all the same. Now get up, you have work to do." Harper pulled himself out of the bed. His face was burning and he could feel a bruise already forming. If he wasn't careful he was going to have another 'accident' before the day was out.
A/N- Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'm sorry it's so short, I have a ton of school work but I promise the moment I have some free time.