TITLE: Night Watch
AUTHOR: Brit
STATUS:
RATING: R
PAIRING: Harper/Tyr
SUMMARY: Chapter 6 Resolution – Warning character death – I am working on an alternative ending so don't despair.
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.
That boy is impossible; he was told that Dylan wanted to leave the Drift as quickly as possible. He insisted on going alone to pick up engineering supplies, muttering something about a contact that would only deal with him.
I've tried to speak to him, he avoids me, and he spends all his time locked in the machine shop or in the engine room. He hardly eats or sleeps. I can see by the way the others look at me that they blame me for his condition. Each of them in turn has told me to sort the problem out. I don't think they know what exactly the problem is, except for Rommie of course. She has known everything from the beginning, Harper may be a genius but even he can't block knowledge from a sentient ship.
Beka is outwardly furious when he fails to return. However, I can see the underlying worry in her face and hear it in her voice. Dylan will not leave without one of his crewmembers that is an attitude that he will pay dearly for one day, although in this case I agree with him.
Trance came rushing into the command deck to tell us that Harper's belongings were missing; she had a flexi that he'd left for her. He hadn't recorded much, just how sorry he was to let everyone down and a request not to look for him. Of course look for him is exactly what we did.
It was fate that I should be the one to find him. We will never be sure what happened to him probably robbed for the money he was carrying. He was huddled in a filthy alley. There was too much blood surrounding him, some of it was obviously alien, the boy had put up a fight, but most of it was his. When I saw the dreadful wound in his chest I was sure that he was already dead. I picked him up and as I cradled him in my arms he groaned and his eyelids fluttered. I whispered to him telling him how sorry I was, I doubt if he could hear me though. I raced back to Andromeda with him, straight to the medical deck. I was hoping that Trance could perform a miracle.
She examined him and looked up at me shaking her head. She could do nothing for him except make him as pain free and comfortable as possible. We decided to take turns to sit with him; if he woke up he wouldn't be alone. I was there when he opened his eyes, despite the drugs that Trance had given him he was obviously still in a great deal of pain and very scared. He knew he was dying, he asked me to tell him the truth and I did. I also told him again that I was sorry. I went to call the others but he stopped me. He asked me to put my arms round him and I could not refuse. He settled against me with a sigh. He tried to speak but instead coughed deeply, painfully, a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He still struggled to speak and I leant forward to hear his words, his voice was weak and I strained to make out what he was saying.
"I love you Tyr," he sinks back exhausted.
"I know boy, I know," I answered him, I stroked his face gently, "I love you too Seamus." I don't think I've ever called him that before. I can see that my words gave him comfort.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, very soon his laboured breathing stopped. I continued to hold him until the others arrived. I looked down at him he had only been dead a few minutes but already the pain and fear of the past hours had left his face. He looked peaceful and very young.
I am Tyr Anasazi of the Kodiak pride, I am a Neitchszean and we don't cry. Why then is my face wet with tears?
AUTHOR: Brit
STATUS:
RATING: R
PAIRING: Harper/Tyr
SUMMARY: Chapter 6 Resolution – Warning character death – I am working on an alternative ending so don't despair.
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.
That boy is impossible; he was told that Dylan wanted to leave the Drift as quickly as possible. He insisted on going alone to pick up engineering supplies, muttering something about a contact that would only deal with him.
I've tried to speak to him, he avoids me, and he spends all his time locked in the machine shop or in the engine room. He hardly eats or sleeps. I can see by the way the others look at me that they blame me for his condition. Each of them in turn has told me to sort the problem out. I don't think they know what exactly the problem is, except for Rommie of course. She has known everything from the beginning, Harper may be a genius but even he can't block knowledge from a sentient ship.
Beka is outwardly furious when he fails to return. However, I can see the underlying worry in her face and hear it in her voice. Dylan will not leave without one of his crewmembers that is an attitude that he will pay dearly for one day, although in this case I agree with him.
Trance came rushing into the command deck to tell us that Harper's belongings were missing; she had a flexi that he'd left for her. He hadn't recorded much, just how sorry he was to let everyone down and a request not to look for him. Of course look for him is exactly what we did.
It was fate that I should be the one to find him. We will never be sure what happened to him probably robbed for the money he was carrying. He was huddled in a filthy alley. There was too much blood surrounding him, some of it was obviously alien, the boy had put up a fight, but most of it was his. When I saw the dreadful wound in his chest I was sure that he was already dead. I picked him up and as I cradled him in my arms he groaned and his eyelids fluttered. I whispered to him telling him how sorry I was, I doubt if he could hear me though. I raced back to Andromeda with him, straight to the medical deck. I was hoping that Trance could perform a miracle.
She examined him and looked up at me shaking her head. She could do nothing for him except make him as pain free and comfortable as possible. We decided to take turns to sit with him; if he woke up he wouldn't be alone. I was there when he opened his eyes, despite the drugs that Trance had given him he was obviously still in a great deal of pain and very scared. He knew he was dying, he asked me to tell him the truth and I did. I also told him again that I was sorry. I went to call the others but he stopped me. He asked me to put my arms round him and I could not refuse. He settled against me with a sigh. He tried to speak but instead coughed deeply, painfully, a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He still struggled to speak and I leant forward to hear his words, his voice was weak and I strained to make out what he was saying.
"I love you Tyr," he sinks back exhausted.
"I know boy, I know," I answered him, I stroked his face gently, "I love you too Seamus." I don't think I've ever called him that before. I can see that my words gave him comfort.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, very soon his laboured breathing stopped. I continued to hold him until the others arrived. I looked down at him he had only been dead a few minutes but already the pain and fear of the past hours had left his face. He looked peaceful and very young.
I am Tyr Anasazi of the Kodiak pride, I am a Neitchszean and we don't cry. Why then is my face wet with tears?