As Harper slowly came back to the land of the living his head felt like it was weighted and the amount of pain he felt when he breathed surprised him. It was like someone was slowly crushing ever inch of his body and he wondered if something was lying on top of him. He wanted to sit up but he was too exhausted and his body didn't seem to want to listen to any of his brain's commands. He did somehow manage to pry open his eyes and saw he was laying on a bed in med-deck. Trance sleeping in a nearby chair. Beka was lying in another bed and wave of fear washed over him before he saw she was just fast asleep. It was then that he remembered everything that had happened. There weren't any sounds of blaster fire and everything seemed pretty peaceful, so he decided it was safe enough to talk.

"Tran…" Was all he could make out at first. He wondered how long he'd been out since his voice felt underused.

Lucky for him his purple pixie had good hearing.

"Harper is that you?" She asked yawning, not really believing it.

"Na, you're just dreamin' 'bout me," He replied, drunk on his own happiness at seeing her okay.

"You're awake! How do you feel?"

"Like a Magog's laying on me," He said hoarsely, wondering why his voice still wasn't working quite right. "What happened?"

"Don't you remember? You got shot, silly."

"I know *that* Trance. I mean, who or how or what got the core A.I. back up?"

"You should really go to sleep. You need your rest. Besides, you don't want to wake Beka. She hasn't left your side."

"Oh, sorry," He said and lowered the volume of his voice considerably, "but I feel fine."

"Liar, now try to rest."

Harper had been with Trance long enough to recognize her sly way of avoiding a question. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "You did it, didn't you? How did you fix it?"

"I, I just got lucky?"

"Is that a question?"

"May, ye, no. I just, um, pushed the right button." Trance left his line of sight but came back a moment later with an injection ready.

"You pushed a button and it fixed it? What button?! And don't just tell me you closed your eyes and *guessed* because that's a load of bologna. You used those special powers of yours that I know you have, and don't try to deny it cause, cause, I…know…you." Harper's eyes rolled back in his head and closed.

Trance pulled the needle she'd used out of Harper's arm and tossed it in the sink just as Dylan walked in.

"How is he?" The captain asked.

"He's going to be fine. He was just awake awhile ago but he tired himself out so fast that he just fell right back to sleep." Trance replied.

Dylan smiled, "That's Harper for ya. Call me when he wakes up, okay?"

"Sure," Trance said innocently.

Once Dylan was gone she went back to where Harper lay and softly hummed to herself. She put her hand in front of her face and stuck her index finger up, then glanced at Beka to make sure she was still asleep. Turning back to her finger, she furrowed her brow in concentration and a moment later the tip of it started to glow. She ran her luminous finger across a gash in Harper's forehead and watched as it sealed instantly, leaving no clue that there had ever been a mark. Smiling at her work, Trance sat back down in the chair she had pulled up and waited for her blonde spitfire to wake up again.

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The End.



Yeah I did it! I got it done! I think it's a lot better than the last version. How'd all of you like it? Please, please, please review if you've read it. Thanks to all of you great reviewers so far!!