The woman lay on one of Med Deck's beige beds, her hair, which was usually just below shoulder length, lay in a golden halo around her head. Whoever had placed her on the bed had taken her hair away from touching her shoulders so that her neck wouldn't get too hot; it was now in a blonde fan on the pillow. It was like strung gold and reflected the light from every angle. Her skin was very fair, if you placed a white object next to her skin you would notice a very faint pinkness, but otherwise it was a perfect white. Her lips were puffed, glossy and very red; no need whatsoever for lipstick or gloss. Her hips were low, maximising the effect of her slim waist. If she had stood up she wouldn't be very tall, but even though she was unconscious, her confidence filled the room. Showing that you didn't have to be big to be tall.

Trance had cleaned her wounds and bandaged them. She had a bandage around her right wrist, her left higher arm, her waist, the higher right thigh and left ankle. She was still unconscious and Trance was standing next to her, every so often she gave her a vitamin jab, to make the healing of the wounds quicker and more effective, to prevent scars and to make her become conscious quicker. After the third jab, Dylan walked in. "So, Trance how is the young lady doing?"

"She has received quite a shock and has lost a lot of blood. But she will recover fully, if only she would wake up."

"You haven't seen Harper anywhere lately, I don't think he's seen our newcomer yet."

"I think he is repairing the Maru, a valve exploded, somewhere in the engine room I think. I'm not very good at this stuff." She said the last sentence with a shy, embarrassed grin on her face. Dylan smiled a replying smile and left Med deck. Trance looked at the small figure on the bed, picked up a syringe and gave the young woman another vitamin jab.

~*~*~Fifty-two hours later~*~*~

Harper lay on the floor, as he used his tools to fix yet another breakdown on the Maru. He sighed and ran his fingers through his spiky, blonde hair. His attention was somewhere else, he wanted to go and see the newcomer, but of course Beka had insisted that her ship was more important than any crummy escapee that had happened to come into contact with them (she had said it a lot more course way than that). It had been seventy-two hours since the woman had come onto the ship. He hadn't been able to refuse Beka and her strong language, but curiosity was taking over his mind. And, especially since the newcomer was female, the curiosity was unbearable. He wasn't able to think about the exploded valve. With a swift decision, Harper climbed to his feet. He straightened his shirt, and wiped his hands on his khaki pants.

As he walked towards Med deck he felt his hands begin to perspire, he found that his heart was beating faster. He felt a frog in his throat and he felt extremely nervous. As he walked along the corridor, as he drew nearer he felt guilt for leaving Beka's 'emergency' valve breakdown. Only a little closer he told himself, I'll be there in a minute he smiled as he added to himself, and I'll see the woman that has come to stay with us for a while Then to his unhappiness, as he was only four feet from the door of Med deck, he heard Andromeda's voice ring out on the intercom, "Will all crew please report to Command, for a meeting with Dylan. He looked at the Med Deck wistfully as he walked away towards Command.

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