Cassie Valentine
Do I own them? No. Do I wish I did? Depends on which people we're talking about.
I didn't mean to get carried away last night, it just happened. Me and Harper hit the bar and got wrapped up in the wonderful, be it limited, freedom of shoreleave. It had been so long since we had been granted shoreleave, we decided to make the most of it and we got carried away. Tyr had warned us that it was risky to stop at the drift that we did. He warned us about the Dragons that were patroling and that taking the Maru would be a risk. He didn't say why it would be a risk, he just said it would be.
I should have listened to Tyr. I shouldn't have pushed Dylan to dock and let us off for a few hours. I mean, a dive of a bar with bad music and watered down drinks aren't that important, but they were at the time. I wish they hadn't been. After much prodding, me and Harper got him to give in and dock and within minutes, the two of us were on the scene. He was trying to score and I was trying to keep them off. Dylan came on to the dance floor a few times, just to give me a break, and we laughed and yelled over the music before going back to the table to share a few drinks. We were about to leave when some Dragons showed up and recognized us and started to shoot. We were just about on the Andromeda when he took a shot for me.
And that's how we ended up here, in the med bay. He's laying on the bed unconscious and I'm letting my regrets run wild in my head. He's never this still, it's kind of unnerving. Even when he's standing still, something's moving. His finger is twitching, he's blinking, taping a foot . . . something. I know that the moniters are saying he's still alive, still here, but I need to know for myself. I find myself leaning over, just to hear his heart beat, make the little beeps from the moniter a littel more real, give them some substance I guess. I pull back and sigh. At least one thing is going right tonight. I pull back completely when he shifts on the bed and I stay still and quiet, not wanting to startle him if he wakes. He drifts off and I relax for a moment before moving a hand to brush the hair off of his forehead. He stirs again at this and wakes up. We look at each other for a moment before he smiles weakly and my heart leaps a little.
"Watching over me are you?Ó he whispers.
"Nah, just making sure I donÕt ahve to deal with your tempermental ship,Ó I say, making sure that he doesnÕt see how vulnerable I was. Emotional Beka is just trouble and no good when it comes to guys.
"Right," he said with a smile. "Are you okay?" he asks.
"Yeah. YouÕre the only one that got hurt. HarperÕs hiding out in the machine shop, he feels a little guilty. Well, that and Tyr is gloating about being right," I told him with a shrug and a smile.
"Right, IÕll have a talk with Tyr about that," he mumbled. "Put it on my to do list."
"Yeah I'll pencil it in right between restore the commonwealth and defeat the Magog."
"Very good," he said with another smile.
"Go back to sleep," I tell him. "Don't argue."
"Yes mom," he jokes as he does fall back to sleep. I smile a litlel longer before I sink back into rehashing my regrets about tonight only to find that they arenÕt that important any more.