Title: Starlight, Starlight
Chapter 4: ...When You Do Nothing At All
Author: Steven Quinlan
Disclaimer: I own them all....Psych! However the plot is mine
Archives: Let me know where, but otherwise feel free to archive
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There is no confirmed Precognitive ability in any species currently on record. There have been rumors of such a species, but no proof has ever been found.
- Ceratan Tenakai
Vedran Grand Admiral
CY 6989
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Trance Gemini's point of view
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"I think we should let him help Harper."
Well that certainly got there attention. Ever since Harper got back from Kendran drift there had been a raging fight going on between him, Beka, Dylan and Tyr. Rev was being wise again and backed out of the whole debate, saying that Harper should follow the way of the Divine, and me? Well, I wasn't going to say anything at first.
Strings are funny things you know. They help hold the galaxy together, Slipstream connects worlds, thoughts connect minds and strings connect time.
You know what else is funny? Games are! Everyone plays them. Tyr takes his very seriously and he's always playing with Dylan, pushing him to see how far he can go. Harper's always playing them as well, hiding regret and fear behind sarcasm. I play games too, but I'm not playing for myself.
You see a long time ago, my, well species, I suppose, found out that we can see the strings of time, look up and down them to see what's going to happen, and what's already happened. The universe decided that it was a dangerous gift and that there should only be a couple of us at a time.
It's a shame, but I make do, mostly by helping others. As a race we're drawn to people who have destinies, either good or bad, but we tend to find them, and we tend to guide them.
Someone once said that at any time we were exactly what we needed to be at that time. Dylan didn't need a headstrong, forceul person guiding him, he needed someone more... innocent, more vulnerable, that he could look after, and who's advice he could take by making it seem that he was being kind to me.
It's a subtle game we play, there has been a few times I've thought he's going to figure it out, but either he hasn't or he is chosing to ignore it. The others have no idea though, so I am going have to explain, simply, why I think Harper should take Alexander's offer.
I can't tell them that I have looked up and down the strings, and found that the most likely way to create the new Commonwealth includes Harper getting new eyes. It includes a lot of things that I can't tell them about.
More fights with the Magog, the Kalderans. A viscious final war with the old ones. I shudder at that thought, I'll have to tell them eventually about the old ones, but not now. I see a raven haired warrior who will help win that fight, she looks familiar, not with raven hair but with white. I'll have to consider that later.
The deaths of friends, some ten years down the line against the old ones are hard to watch, but I see them nonetheless.
The string includes Dylan, Admiral of the new High Guard fleet naming a new class of ship the 'Andromeda Ascendant' class, in recognition of her valor and sacrifice agains the old one. However, while the ship died, the avatar lived.
It almost made me giggle, when I saw the first of those ships, commanded by none other than Rommie, and ironically named 'Glory of Andromeda' that would be known in slang throughout the entire fleet as the 'Glory of Rommie' within a year of it's commision
And I saw something that bothers me, the fact that I can't see myself clearly in the string. Sometime very soon, my string, and Harpers are going to get fuzzy together and stay that way for a good long while.
I wonder what it means.
I pull myself back to the present to people asking me why I think we should let harper take Alexander up on his offer.
"Well, Harper wants to see again, and we don't have any reason not to trust them."
Tyr is giving me that look again. The one that says "you are a stupid girl who knows nothing about Nietzscheans."
"no reason? They are Nietzscheans, that's reason enough!" am I psychic or what? Tyr is nice, sort of, but he can be very predictable in some ways.
Of course I have to keep trying to convince them, Harper means a lot to me, he's my best friend and I want him to be happy, I lo-...........I can't go down that route. He needs me as a friend right now.
"Well, he did say he would need medical facilities didn't he? Why not let him use the ones on the Andromeda, that way Rommie could keep an eye on him and make sure nothing happens."
The others explode into a debate about security and Nietzscheans, I ignore them and slip Harper a shy smile, he returns it even though he can't possibly have seen me smile, and that makes me really smile. Harper has a nice smile, and he doesn't smile enough, mostly he just smirks.
I lean back against my console and tune the others out. I was once told that by interfering, my people were damaging the lines of fate. What that person didn't understand is that sometimes it's the hardest thing in the world, to do nothing at all.
Chapter 4: ...When You Do Nothing At All
Author: Steven Quinlan
Disclaimer: I own them all....Psych! However the plot is mine
Archives: Let me know where, but otherwise feel free to archive
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There is no confirmed Precognitive ability in any species currently on record. There have been rumors of such a species, but no proof has ever been found.
- Ceratan Tenakai
Vedran Grand Admiral
CY 6989
----
Trance Gemini's point of view
----
"I think we should let him help Harper."
Well that certainly got there attention. Ever since Harper got back from Kendran drift there had been a raging fight going on between him, Beka, Dylan and Tyr. Rev was being wise again and backed out of the whole debate, saying that Harper should follow the way of the Divine, and me? Well, I wasn't going to say anything at first.
Strings are funny things you know. They help hold the galaxy together, Slipstream connects worlds, thoughts connect minds and strings connect time.
You know what else is funny? Games are! Everyone plays them. Tyr takes his very seriously and he's always playing with Dylan, pushing him to see how far he can go. Harper's always playing them as well, hiding regret and fear behind sarcasm. I play games too, but I'm not playing for myself.
You see a long time ago, my, well species, I suppose, found out that we can see the strings of time, look up and down them to see what's going to happen, and what's already happened. The universe decided that it was a dangerous gift and that there should only be a couple of us at a time.
It's a shame, but I make do, mostly by helping others. As a race we're drawn to people who have destinies, either good or bad, but we tend to find them, and we tend to guide them.
Someone once said that at any time we were exactly what we needed to be at that time. Dylan didn't need a headstrong, forceul person guiding him, he needed someone more... innocent, more vulnerable, that he could look after, and who's advice he could take by making it seem that he was being kind to me.
It's a subtle game we play, there has been a few times I've thought he's going to figure it out, but either he hasn't or he is chosing to ignore it. The others have no idea though, so I am going have to explain, simply, why I think Harper should take Alexander's offer.
I can't tell them that I have looked up and down the strings, and found that the most likely way to create the new Commonwealth includes Harper getting new eyes. It includes a lot of things that I can't tell them about.
More fights with the Magog, the Kalderans. A viscious final war with the old ones. I shudder at that thought, I'll have to tell them eventually about the old ones, but not now. I see a raven haired warrior who will help win that fight, she looks familiar, not with raven hair but with white. I'll have to consider that later.
The deaths of friends, some ten years down the line against the old ones are hard to watch, but I see them nonetheless.
The string includes Dylan, Admiral of the new High Guard fleet naming a new class of ship the 'Andromeda Ascendant' class, in recognition of her valor and sacrifice agains the old one. However, while the ship died, the avatar lived.
It almost made me giggle, when I saw the first of those ships, commanded by none other than Rommie, and ironically named 'Glory of Andromeda' that would be known in slang throughout the entire fleet as the 'Glory of Rommie' within a year of it's commision
And I saw something that bothers me, the fact that I can't see myself clearly in the string. Sometime very soon, my string, and Harpers are going to get fuzzy together and stay that way for a good long while.
I wonder what it means.
I pull myself back to the present to people asking me why I think we should let harper take Alexander up on his offer.
"Well, Harper wants to see again, and we don't have any reason not to trust them."
Tyr is giving me that look again. The one that says "you are a stupid girl who knows nothing about Nietzscheans."
"no reason? They are Nietzscheans, that's reason enough!" am I psychic or what? Tyr is nice, sort of, but he can be very predictable in some ways.
Of course I have to keep trying to convince them, Harper means a lot to me, he's my best friend and I want him to be happy, I lo-...........I can't go down that route. He needs me as a friend right now.
"Well, he did say he would need medical facilities didn't he? Why not let him use the ones on the Andromeda, that way Rommie could keep an eye on him and make sure nothing happens."
The others explode into a debate about security and Nietzscheans, I ignore them and slip Harper a shy smile, he returns it even though he can't possibly have seen me smile, and that makes me really smile. Harper has a nice smile, and he doesn't smile enough, mostly he just smirks.
I lean back against my console and tune the others out. I was once told that by interfering, my people were damaging the lines of fate. What that person didn't understand is that sometimes it's the hardest thing in the world, to do nothing at all.