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Harper got out of the bed slowly, reminding himself that he was sicker than he appeared. Sick and weak, basically how he normally felt. "Speed it up mudfoot!"
"Yes, sir" This was going to be a long day. Bobby led Harper down to Engineering and stood in the door way pointing at the coolant system.
"Let's see what a great engineer you are. Fix that before I get back." With that Bobby left the room. With no time limit Harper assumed he had no time. He hunted around for some tools and found them over by the slipdrive, near repairs that where obviously Bobby's handy work. Not even close to the master welding of 'Harper the semi great' he thought with a grin. Not even close to Beka average welding. Now on to the coolant pipes, Harper dived into the system picking through the pipes and looking for the holes, weaken pipes and other signs of damage. He was so engrossed in his work he didn't hear Bobby's foot-steps behind him about an hour later.
"You're not done mudfoot." Harper jumped slipping with the knife he was using to strip some wires and nicking his thumb. He turned around with his mouth open ready to tell Bobby off. He then found himself putting his thumb into his mouth to stop himself and the bleeding. He flicked his thumb out and took in a deep breath. He had to stay alive till Beka got back. He wouldn't get freedom if he was dead.
"I'm almost done. Just a little bit more."
"Don't you lie to me boy. You should have had the repairs done by now. You have fifteen minutes."
"I'm going to need more time then that." His words were met by a slap across the face. It was right across the bruise where he had been hit earlier that day. Harper open and closed his jaw feeling trying to relive the pain.
"Don't you disrespect me mutt. I say fifteen minutes you will have it done in fifteen minutes. Don't you ever talk back to me. Got that boy."
"Yes, sir." Harper's words were met by another slap. Harper slowly brought his head back to face Bobby and looked him straight in the eyes, braceing himself for another slap. He would survive that though. He just had to be careful that he lasted till Beka got back.
"Did I say you could talk to me mudfoot?" Ok talking was a bad thing check. Talk when permission was granted he could do that. "Now you have only five minutes. Get to work boy."
Harper hesitated wondering if moving before Bobby left was disrespectful or not getting straight to work would get him another slap or worst. His question was answered by a shove that sent him crashing to the floor.
"I said get to work. Didn't you hear me, mudfoot? Do you need you filthy ears boxed in?"
Harper turned around and started reach out for the welder. That was the wrong move again Bobby grabbed his shoulder and spun him around while he was sitting on the floor.
"Look at me when I am talking to you. Got that?"
Harper just stared at the floor. "Got that?" Bobby yelled into Harper's face shaking him so hard Harper's head bounced back and forth.
"Yes, sir" Harper replied. What did this manic want? If he was going to make it he had to think ahead but the swelling on his face and the growing headache made his brain foggy. He was going to make it; he was going to be free.
"Good now finish this and then work on the slipdrive." The slipdrive should have been finished by now. Harper was almost done with it before the accident and Beka said Bobby had been working on it. No time to think about that; do the tasks at hand move on to the next, live for one more day. He had spent his whole life surviving he could make it through one day.
Bobby left and Harper spun around on his butt to get back to the coolant system. He put the two wires he had just stripped together and soldered them together. Looks like he would have to do a quick job, there wasn't that much left but he wanted to make sure the repairs lasted. Guess he would just have to make the repairs now and later. Making Bobby happy was more important then saving time and money preventing later repairs. It took him only a few minutes to finish working on the wires and most of the pipes would last until after this run. Now to the slipdrive, few more hours and Beka would be back and Bobby would have to explain away the bruises that Harper felt on his face. Never was he so thankful he bruised easily.
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Beka rolled her head stretching out her neck. She was tired and reeked of the bar she had met their contact in, the smells of sweat, beer, piss and smoke clung to her clothes. All she wanted to do was take a shower and curl up into her bed.
Harper was well now; he could go back to the crew quarters with Bobby. If they lasted the day without killing each other they could sleep in the same room. She had always had her own room on the ship even if it was an empty supply closet with a bed. Even her and Rafe never shared rooms, sometimes, growing up, he had slept on the floor next to her bed some nights protecting her from the latest crew member, or her dad high on flash, until he left to get away from the insanity as he called it. Later she found out Dad had kicked him off the ship.
No time to think about that. She had an engineer and boyfriend/first officer to check up on. She walked into engineering and was greeted by the sounds of someone crawling around the slipdrive. She turned the corner and ducked under the pipe about to plant a kiss on Bobby's lips but she found it was Harper not Bobby working on the slipdrive.
They both jumped and Harper dropped the tool in his hand. He picked it up quickly not looking Beka in the face. She was sure her face was bright red. What was he doing out of bed? He was suppose to be resting and Bobby doing the repairs. What would Bobby think if he saw her and Harper kissing, even if it was an accident? It was then that she caught sight of his face. She was so surprise that he wasn't Bobby that she had missed the swollen mess that was once Harper's face.
"Kid what happen to you face?"
"Why don't you ask Bobby that question?"
"I'm asking you Harper"
"Well I am sure it was an accident, however it happened I am sure it was an accident." So she wasn't going to find out how it happened. Clearly the two of them were still not getting along. She didn't have the energy to deal with this tonight.
"Seamus…"
"Harper"
"Come on kid don't do this, let's get some ice on your face."
"Whatever" Beka took Harper's hand and led him into the main room and to one on the chairs at the table. At that moment Bobby walked into the room.
"So what happened?" Beka said in a stern tone. She was tired she wasn't beating around the bush on this one, either they where going to solve this problem or one of them was leaving. Too bad she didn't know which one to kick out the airlock.
"What do you mean Beka?" Bobby asked standing in the door frame.
"What did you do to Harper's face? It looked normal when I left." Bobby looked at Harper and his face fell. He walked over to the boy and inspected his face, placing one hand under Harper's chin and lifting up his face. Beka didn't miss the wince when Bobby reached out for Harper's face. She thought Harper had stopped wincing when anyone touched him. Something's must still be engrained. Although Bobby was not completely gentle when he was examining Harper's face.
"Well…He tripped and did a face plant into the deck earlier today. He said he was fine and it didn't look that bad." Bobby walked over to the freezer and handed Beka one of the ice packs that she kept in there.
"Well he won't say how it happened, which normally means it wasn't an accident."
"It was Beka, what did the mutt say, that I tripped him? Trust me Beka I wouldn't do that"
"Well it's your word verses his," Beka turned to Harper and placed the ice pack under his eye were the swelling was the worst. It almost looked like a hand but she wasn't sure, it defiantly wasn't from falling. "Here keep this on your face till the swelling goes down." She turned and looked at Bobby "If we're lucky maybe you'll be able to see from that eye tomorrow" She turned back to Harper who nodded taking the ice pack from Beka. She then continued, "I'm going to go take a shower and lie down in my bed. You'll be in the crew quarters tonight, Harper. If that is ok with everybody, and you boys are not going to kill each other in the mean time." The two of them just nodded. With that Beka left.
After she exited the room she sighed. What was she going to do? Was Harper dumb enough to pick a fight with Bobby? Was Bobby just beating up on Harper for no reason? Bobby had found Harper was there something about him that she knew and he didn't? Beka striped off her clothes and got into the shower. The warm water ran down her back washing away the dirt and sweat from the day. She just stood there letting the water run down her back relaxing her tense muscles. What was she going to do?
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Harper was lying on his back in his bunk in the crew quarters. Bobby slept across from him snoring up a storm. He wished that he could join him in dreamland. What was he going to do?
He could hop off the ship at the next spaceport and try to find a better life. He could stay here and hope Beka wised up and kicked Bobby off the ship. That would mean that Beka would have to side with him though and not Bobby. The two of them had been together for a while when he came on board but she did kick him out. Then again all it took was a kiss to get him back on board. In some twisted way she loved him, that was clear. What wasn't clear was how Bobby felt about her. Well it was more how much would he follow her orders. Would he just go quietly again, that was provided that Beka got over her feelings enough to see reality. What was he going to do?
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I've had the blues, the reds and the pinks; one thing for sure; love stinks –Adam Sandler
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You can't help who you love Derrick, you're not suppose to- save the last dance
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Beka stood in the darkest watching the two sleeping forms in the crew quarters.
One was large, strong and snoring. He had stood by her when no one else had. He had taught her love, or so she thought. But how could you love one person and hate one person so much at the same time? Bobby loved her, his kisses where intoxicating, and he had a mission. He was helping others when he lied to her. It was for a good cause. He always protected her. Was he just protecting her from Harper?
Harper, the second sleeping form, he tossed and turned in the small bed grunting at unseen enemies. How could a kid that small be a threat. Beka had gone to calling him kid. He was so small and reminded her of her brother, Rafe. She missed him so much. She had to admit she had started treating Harper like her kid-brother. Was she blind to his true intentions, was he just charming his way into her heart? Was he just a lying mudfoot like Bobby; or had Bobby turned in the heartless manic that Harper made him out to be?
Who should she believe?
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Harper got out of the bed slowly, reminding himself that he was sicker than he appeared. Sick and weak, basically how he normally felt. "Speed it up mudfoot!"
"Yes, sir" This was going to be a long day. Bobby led Harper down to Engineering and stood in the door way pointing at the coolant system.
"Let's see what a great engineer you are. Fix that before I get back." With that Bobby left the room. With no time limit Harper assumed he had no time. He hunted around for some tools and found them over by the slipdrive, near repairs that where obviously Bobby's handy work. Not even close to the master welding of 'Harper the semi great' he thought with a grin. Not even close to Beka average welding. Now on to the coolant pipes, Harper dived into the system picking through the pipes and looking for the holes, weaken pipes and other signs of damage. He was so engrossed in his work he didn't hear Bobby's foot-steps behind him about an hour later.
"You're not done mudfoot." Harper jumped slipping with the knife he was using to strip some wires and nicking his thumb. He turned around with his mouth open ready to tell Bobby off. He then found himself putting his thumb into his mouth to stop himself and the bleeding. He flicked his thumb out and took in a deep breath. He had to stay alive till Beka got back. He wouldn't get freedom if he was dead.
"I'm almost done. Just a little bit more."
"Don't you lie to me boy. You should have had the repairs done by now. You have fifteen minutes."
"I'm going to need more time then that." His words were met by a slap across the face. It was right across the bruise where he had been hit earlier that day. Harper open and closed his jaw feeling trying to relive the pain.
"Don't you disrespect me mutt. I say fifteen minutes you will have it done in fifteen minutes. Don't you ever talk back to me. Got that boy."
"Yes, sir." Harper's words were met by another slap. Harper slowly brought his head back to face Bobby and looked him straight in the eyes, braceing himself for another slap. He would survive that though. He just had to be careful that he lasted till Beka got back.
"Did I say you could talk to me mudfoot?" Ok talking was a bad thing check. Talk when permission was granted he could do that. "Now you have only five minutes. Get to work boy."
Harper hesitated wondering if moving before Bobby left was disrespectful or not getting straight to work would get him another slap or worst. His question was answered by a shove that sent him crashing to the floor.
"I said get to work. Didn't you hear me, mudfoot? Do you need you filthy ears boxed in?"
Harper turned around and started reach out for the welder. That was the wrong move again Bobby grabbed his shoulder and spun him around while he was sitting on the floor.
"Look at me when I am talking to you. Got that?"
Harper just stared at the floor. "Got that?" Bobby yelled into Harper's face shaking him so hard Harper's head bounced back and forth.
"Yes, sir" Harper replied. What did this manic want? If he was going to make it he had to think ahead but the swelling on his face and the growing headache made his brain foggy. He was going to make it; he was going to be free.
"Good now finish this and then work on the slipdrive." The slipdrive should have been finished by now. Harper was almost done with it before the accident and Beka said Bobby had been working on it. No time to think about that; do the tasks at hand move on to the next, live for one more day. He had spent his whole life surviving he could make it through one day.
Bobby left and Harper spun around on his butt to get back to the coolant system. He put the two wires he had just stripped together and soldered them together. Looks like he would have to do a quick job, there wasn't that much left but he wanted to make sure the repairs lasted. Guess he would just have to make the repairs now and later. Making Bobby happy was more important then saving time and money preventing later repairs. It took him only a few minutes to finish working on the wires and most of the pipes would last until after this run. Now to the slipdrive, few more hours and Beka would be back and Bobby would have to explain away the bruises that Harper felt on his face. Never was he so thankful he bruised easily.
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Beka rolled her head stretching out her neck. She was tired and reeked of the bar she had met their contact in, the smells of sweat, beer, piss and smoke clung to her clothes. All she wanted to do was take a shower and curl up into her bed.
Harper was well now; he could go back to the crew quarters with Bobby. If they lasted the day without killing each other they could sleep in the same room. She had always had her own room on the ship even if it was an empty supply closet with a bed. Even her and Rafe never shared rooms, sometimes, growing up, he had slept on the floor next to her bed some nights protecting her from the latest crew member, or her dad high on flash, until he left to get away from the insanity as he called it. Later she found out Dad had kicked him off the ship.
No time to think about that. She had an engineer and boyfriend/first officer to check up on. She walked into engineering and was greeted by the sounds of someone crawling around the slipdrive. She turned the corner and ducked under the pipe about to plant a kiss on Bobby's lips but she found it was Harper not Bobby working on the slipdrive.
They both jumped and Harper dropped the tool in his hand. He picked it up quickly not looking Beka in the face. She was sure her face was bright red. What was he doing out of bed? He was suppose to be resting and Bobby doing the repairs. What would Bobby think if he saw her and Harper kissing, even if it was an accident? It was then that she caught sight of his face. She was so surprise that he wasn't Bobby that she had missed the swollen mess that was once Harper's face.
"Kid what happen to you face?"
"Why don't you ask Bobby that question?"
"I'm asking you Harper"
"Well I am sure it was an accident, however it happened I am sure it was an accident." So she wasn't going to find out how it happened. Clearly the two of them were still not getting along. She didn't have the energy to deal with this tonight.
"Seamus…"
"Harper"
"Come on kid don't do this, let's get some ice on your face."
"Whatever" Beka took Harper's hand and led him into the main room and to one on the chairs at the table. At that moment Bobby walked into the room.
"So what happened?" Beka said in a stern tone. She was tired she wasn't beating around the bush on this one, either they where going to solve this problem or one of them was leaving. Too bad she didn't know which one to kick out the airlock.
"What do you mean Beka?" Bobby asked standing in the door frame.
"What did you do to Harper's face? It looked normal when I left." Bobby looked at Harper and his face fell. He walked over to the boy and inspected his face, placing one hand under Harper's chin and lifting up his face. Beka didn't miss the wince when Bobby reached out for Harper's face. She thought Harper had stopped wincing when anyone touched him. Something's must still be engrained. Although Bobby was not completely gentle when he was examining Harper's face.
"Well…He tripped and did a face plant into the deck earlier today. He said he was fine and it didn't look that bad." Bobby walked over to the freezer and handed Beka one of the ice packs that she kept in there.
"Well he won't say how it happened, which normally means it wasn't an accident."
"It was Beka, what did the mutt say, that I tripped him? Trust me Beka I wouldn't do that"
"Well it's your word verses his," Beka turned to Harper and placed the ice pack under his eye were the swelling was the worst. It almost looked like a hand but she wasn't sure, it defiantly wasn't from falling. "Here keep this on your face till the swelling goes down." She turned and looked at Bobby "If we're lucky maybe you'll be able to see from that eye tomorrow" She turned back to Harper who nodded taking the ice pack from Beka. She then continued, "I'm going to go take a shower and lie down in my bed. You'll be in the crew quarters tonight, Harper. If that is ok with everybody, and you boys are not going to kill each other in the mean time." The two of them just nodded. With that Beka left.
After she exited the room she sighed. What was she going to do? Was Harper dumb enough to pick a fight with Bobby? Was Bobby just beating up on Harper for no reason? Bobby had found Harper was there something about him that she knew and he didn't? Beka striped off her clothes and got into the shower. The warm water ran down her back washing away the dirt and sweat from the day. She just stood there letting the water run down her back relaxing her tense muscles. What was she going to do?
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Harper was lying on his back in his bunk in the crew quarters. Bobby slept across from him snoring up a storm. He wished that he could join him in dreamland. What was he going to do?
He could hop off the ship at the next spaceport and try to find a better life. He could stay here and hope Beka wised up and kicked Bobby off the ship. That would mean that Beka would have to side with him though and not Bobby. The two of them had been together for a while when he came on board but she did kick him out. Then again all it took was a kiss to get him back on board. In some twisted way she loved him, that was clear. What wasn't clear was how Bobby felt about her. Well it was more how much would he follow her orders. Would he just go quietly again, that was provided that Beka got over her feelings enough to see reality. What was he going to do?
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I've had the blues, the reds and the pinks; one thing for sure; love stinks –Adam Sandler
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You can't help who you love Derrick, you're not suppose to- save the last dance
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Beka stood in the darkest watching the two sleeping forms in the crew quarters.
One was large, strong and snoring. He had stood by her when no one else had. He had taught her love, or so she thought. But how could you love one person and hate one person so much at the same time? Bobby loved her, his kisses where intoxicating, and he had a mission. He was helping others when he lied to her. It was for a good cause. He always protected her. Was he just protecting her from Harper?
Harper, the second sleeping form, he tossed and turned in the small bed grunting at unseen enemies. How could a kid that small be a threat. Beka had gone to calling him kid. He was so small and reminded her of her brother, Rafe. She missed him so much. She had to admit she had started treating Harper like her kid-brother. Was she blind to his true intentions, was he just charming his way into her heart? Was he just a lying mudfoot like Bobby; or had Bobby turned in the heartless manic that Harper made him out to be?
Who should she believe?