TITLE: Flash Backs
AUTHOR: Brit
STATUS: WIP - Chapter 1
RATING: R - Angst/Violence/Sexual content
PAIRING: Not really that type of story but T/B sort of
SUMMARY: My answer to Marissa's ultimate fanfic challenge on the slipstream bbs. Tyr on Flash, Beka trying to avoid Flash and Harper getting hurt because of the actions of one of them.
SPOILERS: Season 2
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Andromeda or any of her characters mentioned in this story. If I did own Harper I would have a permanent very big grin on my face.
Captain Dylan Hunt of the Andromeda Ascendant leaned against the parapet on his ship's observation deck. He stared blankly at the swirling nebula in front of him. He couldn't see the beauty of the scene, his mind was filled with images of the crumpled, blood soaked body of his engineer.
He ran his fingers through his hair. How had it come to this, all the grand plans and enthusiasm of the early days gone. Two of his crewmembers seemingly beyond help, one critically injured. Rev Bem had left the ship and Trance was, well he wasn't sure what Trance was. Sometimes his heart ached to see the innocent purple girl that she had once been. Only Rommie was a constant in his life, he knew he would have never been able to survive the last few months without Rommie.
His thoughts went back to the dreadful day when it had all started to go wrong. The day that had started the vicious cycle of sorrow, joy and finally sorrow once more.
The Eureka Maru had returned to Andromeda. Her cockpit was wrecked and open to space. No one could have survived the devastation. Beka and Tyr were both missing, possibly sucked into space when the hull had breached.
The entire crew had been shocked. Each of them was feeling the loss of their comrades. Seamus Harper had felt it more than the others. He'd given an inarticulate cry and begun to tear at the wreckage. He hadn't stopped even when his hands were torn and bleeding. Dylan had been forced to try and restrain him. He'd been very surprised at the small human's strength; the young man had turned on his Captain, pummelling him with bloodied fists. The youngster's body suddenly relaxed and he slumped against Dylan. Trance and Rommie were able to get him to the med deck and treat his injuries.
Even before he'd recovered he was back on board the Maru. He moved into his old billet in the crew quarters and worked like a fanatic to repair the ship. He spoke little and ate less. He didn't seem to sleep at all. Harper was living on Sparky cola and sheer adrenaline. The only member of the crew he would tolerate near him was Rommie.
Dylan tried to reason with him on more than one occasion but his words had no effect. Harper had looked at him with such misery on his face that Dylan realised it would be cruel not to let him finish his self-imposed task.
One morning when Harper was looking even worse than usual Dylan tried again. "She's not coming back Harper, try to accept that. We're all mourning our loss but we have to go on. Beka wouldn't want you to torture yourself like this."
Harper turned on him. His eyes were dry; he hadn't been able to cry. They had a haunted expression very unlike his old carefree self. "Leave me alone, how the Hell do you know what Beka would have wanted. You couldn't even see how much she wanted you." He hissed the words at Dylan and pushed past him to carry on working on the Maru.
"Leave him Dylan, let him get it out of his system." Rommie laid a gentle hand on Hunt's shoulder. Dylan turned to her, his shock at Harper's words still apparent on his face. He sighed. "Rommie, I don't know what to do about him. I can deal with Dragan's, Magog, Pyrian's and any other race that wants a piece of the Andromeda, but I can't deal with this." Not for the first time he wished that Rev Bem were still on board. The Wayist monk would surely have been able to comfort his friend.
Rommie smiled sympathetically. "Trance thinks that once he's completed the repairs he will be able to come to terms with what's happened."
Days passed and Harper finally had the Maru back to as near pristine condition as he could manage. He went to his bed in the old crew quarters and slept for a full 24 hours. When he woke up he seemed more at peace with himself. The drive to work on the damaged ship had left him, and while he was by no means the old Harper there was a sense of serenity about him.
His new-found calm lasted exactly one day.
AUTHOR: Brit
STATUS: WIP - Chapter 1
RATING: R - Angst/Violence/Sexual content
PAIRING: Not really that type of story but T/B sort of
SUMMARY: My answer to Marissa's ultimate fanfic challenge on the slipstream bbs. Tyr on Flash, Beka trying to avoid Flash and Harper getting hurt because of the actions of one of them.
SPOILERS: Season 2
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Andromeda or any of her characters mentioned in this story. If I did own Harper I would have a permanent very big grin on my face.
Captain Dylan Hunt of the Andromeda Ascendant leaned against the parapet on his ship's observation deck. He stared blankly at the swirling nebula in front of him. He couldn't see the beauty of the scene, his mind was filled with images of the crumpled, blood soaked body of his engineer.
He ran his fingers through his hair. How had it come to this, all the grand plans and enthusiasm of the early days gone. Two of his crewmembers seemingly beyond help, one critically injured. Rev Bem had left the ship and Trance was, well he wasn't sure what Trance was. Sometimes his heart ached to see the innocent purple girl that she had once been. Only Rommie was a constant in his life, he knew he would have never been able to survive the last few months without Rommie.
His thoughts went back to the dreadful day when it had all started to go wrong. The day that had started the vicious cycle of sorrow, joy and finally sorrow once more.
The Eureka Maru had returned to Andromeda. Her cockpit was wrecked and open to space. No one could have survived the devastation. Beka and Tyr were both missing, possibly sucked into space when the hull had breached.
The entire crew had been shocked. Each of them was feeling the loss of their comrades. Seamus Harper had felt it more than the others. He'd given an inarticulate cry and begun to tear at the wreckage. He hadn't stopped even when his hands were torn and bleeding. Dylan had been forced to try and restrain him. He'd been very surprised at the small human's strength; the young man had turned on his Captain, pummelling him with bloodied fists. The youngster's body suddenly relaxed and he slumped against Dylan. Trance and Rommie were able to get him to the med deck and treat his injuries.
Even before he'd recovered he was back on board the Maru. He moved into his old billet in the crew quarters and worked like a fanatic to repair the ship. He spoke little and ate less. He didn't seem to sleep at all. Harper was living on Sparky cola and sheer adrenaline. The only member of the crew he would tolerate near him was Rommie.
Dylan tried to reason with him on more than one occasion but his words had no effect. Harper had looked at him with such misery on his face that Dylan realised it would be cruel not to let him finish his self-imposed task.
One morning when Harper was looking even worse than usual Dylan tried again. "She's not coming back Harper, try to accept that. We're all mourning our loss but we have to go on. Beka wouldn't want you to torture yourself like this."
Harper turned on him. His eyes were dry; he hadn't been able to cry. They had a haunted expression very unlike his old carefree self. "Leave me alone, how the Hell do you know what Beka would have wanted. You couldn't even see how much she wanted you." He hissed the words at Dylan and pushed past him to carry on working on the Maru.
"Leave him Dylan, let him get it out of his system." Rommie laid a gentle hand on Hunt's shoulder. Dylan turned to her, his shock at Harper's words still apparent on his face. He sighed. "Rommie, I don't know what to do about him. I can deal with Dragan's, Magog, Pyrian's and any other race that wants a piece of the Andromeda, but I can't deal with this." Not for the first time he wished that Rev Bem were still on board. The Wayist monk would surely have been able to comfort his friend.
Rommie smiled sympathetically. "Trance thinks that once he's completed the repairs he will be able to come to terms with what's happened."
Days passed and Harper finally had the Maru back to as near pristine condition as he could manage. He went to his bed in the old crew quarters and slept for a full 24 hours. When he woke up he seemed more at peace with himself. The drive to work on the damaged ship had left him, and while he was by no means the old Harper there was a sense of serenity about him.
His new-found calm lasted exactly one day.