TITLE: Night Watch
AUTHOR: Brit
STATUS:
RATING: R
PAIRING: Harper/Tyr
SUMMARY: Chapter 2 Mornings are not good
SPOILERS: None that I know of.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Andromeda or any of her characters mentioned in this story. If I did own these two guys I would have a permanent very big grin on my face.
Seamus Z Harper is not a morning person, oh I usually have no trouble getting out of bed, the nightmares I have on a regular basis ensure that I have no desire to linger in sleep any longer than necessary. But this particular morning I had been dreaming of him all night, now I know what you are thinking and you're wrong. Just innocent dreams of being together, being an accepted couple, no one being embarrassed or disgusted that two men are in a loving relationship. Anyway as I was saying this particular morning I didn't want to get up, didn't want the night to end and the day to start, so I stayed in bed longer than usual. I woke from a very pleasant doze to see Rommie standing over me, her expression, concerned. She asked me if I was ill, and when I answered that no I was good she began to tap her foot. I got the impression that she thought it was time that I was out of bed and working. I gave her the full boyish grin, "OK Rom doll, give me a chance, I'll just head for the shower and get dressed." She showed no sign of leaving, I smirked at her, "of course if you want to join me there's plenty of room for two." That usually got rid of her and true to form it worked this time.
Once I'd finished in the bathroom I headed for the mess hall in search of the first caffeine shot of the day. I had a big decision to make, coffee or Sparky? He was there of course, did he hear my sharp intake of breath when I saw him, I hoped not, Beka gave me an odd look, but I turned the gasp into a cough and she turned away.
He had obviously been working out, his skin glowed, that's the only way I can describe it. I inched past him to get to the fridge, trying to avoid contact with him, grabbed a Sparky and retreated. He looked at me and gave that little half smile of his, by the Divine it's a good job he doesn't realise the effect that has on me.
I gulped the Sparky down and made one of my usual inane remarks about my genius being needed to tweak the slipstream drive and got up to leave. Once through the door I raced for the sanctuary of the engine room, the one place on board that I feel truly at home in. I spent a few moments remembering how he'd smiled at me and then set about working on the drive.
AUTHOR: Brit
STATUS:
RATING: R
PAIRING: Harper/Tyr
SUMMARY: Chapter 2 Mornings are not good
SPOILERS: None that I know of.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Andromeda or any of her characters mentioned in this story. If I did own these two guys I would have a permanent very big grin on my face.
Seamus Z Harper is not a morning person, oh I usually have no trouble getting out of bed, the nightmares I have on a regular basis ensure that I have no desire to linger in sleep any longer than necessary. But this particular morning I had been dreaming of him all night, now I know what you are thinking and you're wrong. Just innocent dreams of being together, being an accepted couple, no one being embarrassed or disgusted that two men are in a loving relationship. Anyway as I was saying this particular morning I didn't want to get up, didn't want the night to end and the day to start, so I stayed in bed longer than usual. I woke from a very pleasant doze to see Rommie standing over me, her expression, concerned. She asked me if I was ill, and when I answered that no I was good she began to tap her foot. I got the impression that she thought it was time that I was out of bed and working. I gave her the full boyish grin, "OK Rom doll, give me a chance, I'll just head for the shower and get dressed." She showed no sign of leaving, I smirked at her, "of course if you want to join me there's plenty of room for two." That usually got rid of her and true to form it worked this time.
Once I'd finished in the bathroom I headed for the mess hall in search of the first caffeine shot of the day. I had a big decision to make, coffee or Sparky? He was there of course, did he hear my sharp intake of breath when I saw him, I hoped not, Beka gave me an odd look, but I turned the gasp into a cough and she turned away.
He had obviously been working out, his skin glowed, that's the only way I can describe it. I inched past him to get to the fridge, trying to avoid contact with him, grabbed a Sparky and retreated. He looked at me and gave that little half smile of his, by the Divine it's a good job he doesn't realise the effect that has on me.
I gulped the Sparky down and made one of my usual inane remarks about my genius being needed to tweak the slipstream drive and got up to leave. Once through the door I raced for the sanctuary of the engine room, the one place on board that I feel truly at home in. I spent a few moments remembering how he'd smiled at me and then set about working on the drive.