WOOHOO! Updated the second part on the same day. Yay for me! :-)
Same disclaimer applies.
This one's a pretty short chapter tho. *shrugs* The next one should be longer!...maybe....
-That Night-
Beka walked into Medical to pick up some aspirin. She had a major migraine. Opening the door, she was suprised as she saw all three men of Andromeda lying on the beds. Dylan was lying on his back with a hot water bottle over his stomach, Harper was curled up on another bed with a wet cloth over his forehead, and Tyr was lying on his stomach with a hot water bottle over his back.
Beka laughed. She couldn't help herself. Three men, who survived pure hell, were taken down by menstrual cramps. She held on to the counter shaking with laughter.
"I'm glad you find this so amusing." Tyr slowly sat up, putting the water bottle on a nearby table.
"Sorry, it's just.......*giggle*......you guys........*snort*......can't stand a few cramps....AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Beka sat down on the floor, gasping for breath.
Tyr looked down at Beka, who was laughing like there was no tomorrow.
"And how do you put up with the cramps? I mean, your obviously feeling them too."
"Tyr, I've had them since I was a teenager. I got used to them." Beka stood back up, slightly out of breath.
"Ah." Was all Tyr said.
"Hey, could you guys keep it down? I'm trying to sleep over here." Harper rolled over, trying to get confortable.
"Sorry Harper." Beka said, walking over to the cabinet and getting the aspirin.
"Why don't you go back to sleep, Tyr. I'm going to bed anyway." Beka remarked, walking towards the door.
"You know, I have a new appreciation for women now." Tyr laid back down on the bed, putting the water bottle back on his back.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
For the next few days on the Andromeda the men acted as if they were on their death bed. They mostly slept and got up to take care of necessary bodily needs. Beka thought the whole thing was very funny. One of the best parts was no one could get up with the Rustarians.
They couldn't fly back to the Rustarian home planet either. The slipdrive was broken, and the only person to fix it was Harper. When told to fix the slipdrive, Harper responded with a rude gesture and rolled back over. At one point, he politely asked to be shot in the head.
Dylan tried to act like everything was ok. He really tried. For the first two days he acted completely normal. Even he couldn't escape the wild mood swings though. After the third day he locked himself up in his quarters, refusing to talk to anyone. The privacy mode stayed engaged, he kept even Andromeda out.
Tyr was the worst of them all. Who would have thought the big, bad Neitzschean would fall the hardest? He tried to act like he was fine, but Trance saw him slipping sedatives out of the Med Bay. She rolled her eyes at him. He was taking the easy way out.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Finally, after 6 days, it was over. No more cramps, aches, pains or mood swings. Harper felt happy. VERY happy. He even felt like dancing.
"Harper, what's got you so up today?" Trance said, walking into the machine shop.
"It's the end of that torture, that's what!" Harper grabbed his sparky off the bench and twirled Trance around the room.
"Couldn't take the pressure of being female huh?" Trance giggled.
"Nope. I will admit, I feel for all women out there. Having to go through that EVERY month. I am SO glad to be male right now."
"Yeah, I just wonder why you haven't felt the effect of the others. Like Tyr or Dylan." Trance stated.
"I don't know. Maybe the curse only applies to us and Beka. Who know's." Harper shrugged, sitting back down to finish his latest project.
-----Mess Hall
"Tyr, what's wrong?" Dylan asked, seeing the look on Tyr's face.
"I don't know. I just had the sudden urge to drink a sparky cola."
Same disclaimer applies.
This one's a pretty short chapter tho. *shrugs* The next one should be longer!...maybe....
-That Night-
Beka walked into Medical to pick up some aspirin. She had a major migraine. Opening the door, she was suprised as she saw all three men of Andromeda lying on the beds. Dylan was lying on his back with a hot water bottle over his stomach, Harper was curled up on another bed with a wet cloth over his forehead, and Tyr was lying on his stomach with a hot water bottle over his back.
Beka laughed. She couldn't help herself. Three men, who survived pure hell, were taken down by menstrual cramps. She held on to the counter shaking with laughter.
"I'm glad you find this so amusing." Tyr slowly sat up, putting the water bottle on a nearby table.
"Sorry, it's just.......*giggle*......you guys........*snort*......can't stand a few cramps....AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Beka sat down on the floor, gasping for breath.
Tyr looked down at Beka, who was laughing like there was no tomorrow.
"And how do you put up with the cramps? I mean, your obviously feeling them too."
"Tyr, I've had them since I was a teenager. I got used to them." Beka stood back up, slightly out of breath.
"Ah." Was all Tyr said.
"Hey, could you guys keep it down? I'm trying to sleep over here." Harper rolled over, trying to get confortable.
"Sorry Harper." Beka said, walking over to the cabinet and getting the aspirin.
"Why don't you go back to sleep, Tyr. I'm going to bed anyway." Beka remarked, walking towards the door.
"You know, I have a new appreciation for women now." Tyr laid back down on the bed, putting the water bottle back on his back.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
For the next few days on the Andromeda the men acted as if they were on their death bed. They mostly slept and got up to take care of necessary bodily needs. Beka thought the whole thing was very funny. One of the best parts was no one could get up with the Rustarians.
They couldn't fly back to the Rustarian home planet either. The slipdrive was broken, and the only person to fix it was Harper. When told to fix the slipdrive, Harper responded with a rude gesture and rolled back over. At one point, he politely asked to be shot in the head.
Dylan tried to act like everything was ok. He really tried. For the first two days he acted completely normal. Even he couldn't escape the wild mood swings though. After the third day he locked himself up in his quarters, refusing to talk to anyone. The privacy mode stayed engaged, he kept even Andromeda out.
Tyr was the worst of them all. Who would have thought the big, bad Neitzschean would fall the hardest? He tried to act like he was fine, but Trance saw him slipping sedatives out of the Med Bay. She rolled her eyes at him. He was taking the easy way out.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Finally, after 6 days, it was over. No more cramps, aches, pains or mood swings. Harper felt happy. VERY happy. He even felt like dancing.
"Harper, what's got you so up today?" Trance said, walking into the machine shop.
"It's the end of that torture, that's what!" Harper grabbed his sparky off the bench and twirled Trance around the room.
"Couldn't take the pressure of being female huh?" Trance giggled.
"Nope. I will admit, I feel for all women out there. Having to go through that EVERY month. I am SO glad to be male right now."
"Yeah, I just wonder why you haven't felt the effect of the others. Like Tyr or Dylan." Trance stated.
"I don't know. Maybe the curse only applies to us and Beka. Who know's." Harper shrugged, sitting back down to finish his latest project.
-----Mess Hall
"Tyr, what's wrong?" Dylan asked, seeing the look on Tyr's face.
"I don't know. I just had the sudden urge to drink a sparky cola."