Hm, the first chapter is finally up. I'm so proud of myself and my beta
raven who does wonders to my writing discipline.
Okay, everybody knows the disclaimers.
He ran. He ran as fast as he could with his ten years. But the Magog who was hunting him was faster. He was gasping for breath and a searing pain dug into his side.
He knew he couldn't keep on running. His aching legs slowed down. But the Magog kept on coming....
"Harper, wake up." He heard and felt a soft small hand on his shoulder, shaking him. "C'mon, wake up." He opened his eyes and looked at her. "It's four o'clock", she said and he nodded. She had perfect timing. She always had, even when when they were younger. He ran a shaking hand over his face to clear his thoughts.
"Get up, maybe we can get into some trouble," she told him.
He grinned at her. "Sure, let's go. Maybe we'll get some coffee."
Beka had brought her back just yesterday. She wanted to surprise Harper and she had.
At a first glance, Chloe looked thinner and filthier than ever. But after a hot shower and a good meal her outward appearance seemed normal for a mudfoot. Although Dylan had had offered her one of the VIP-quarters on Andromeda she declined and rather slept in Harper's messy room.
Back on the Maru they used to do this quite often. She used to wrap herself around him and they talked till the feel asleep.
Now they sat in one of the small coffee-kitchens on Andromeda.
She placed a hand on his flat stomach. "Do you feel them?" she asked softly.
"No," he answered honestly. "Sometimes I even forget that they're there. But then it suddenly hits me and I don't know what to do."
She nodded and sipped her hot beverage, her hands wrapped around the warm cup. He looked at her and then pulled her in his lap, in desperate need for physical contact.
"I want to be like Tyr." He mumbled.
She grinned at him. "Let's see. Advantage: you would have really gorgeous hair. Disadvantage: You would have ugly spikes."
"Advantage: I had to sleep with all the women in my pride", he continued.
"Yeah, but you had to wear leather pants all the time." She countered.
He reached behind him and grabbed one of his Sparky cans. "Oh, fucking against leather pants. That's a real tough one. But at least I would have a family."
She flinched. "Believe me, family isn't at fun as they say." He saw the haunted look in her eyes and decided not to push this topic.
Instead, he glanced down at her shirt. "Hey, ain't that my shirt?" He asked and pointed at the old tanktop she wore.
She grinned slyly. "I don't think so", she answered.
"I do."
"I don't."
Okay, everybody knows the disclaimers.
He ran. He ran as fast as he could with his ten years. But the Magog who was hunting him was faster. He was gasping for breath and a searing pain dug into his side.
He knew he couldn't keep on running. His aching legs slowed down. But the Magog kept on coming....
"Harper, wake up." He heard and felt a soft small hand on his shoulder, shaking him. "C'mon, wake up." He opened his eyes and looked at her. "It's four o'clock", she said and he nodded. She had perfect timing. She always had, even when when they were younger. He ran a shaking hand over his face to clear his thoughts.
"Get up, maybe we can get into some trouble," she told him.
He grinned at her. "Sure, let's go. Maybe we'll get some coffee."
Beka had brought her back just yesterday. She wanted to surprise Harper and she had.
At a first glance, Chloe looked thinner and filthier than ever. But after a hot shower and a good meal her outward appearance seemed normal for a mudfoot. Although Dylan had had offered her one of the VIP-quarters on Andromeda she declined and rather slept in Harper's messy room.
Back on the Maru they used to do this quite often. She used to wrap herself around him and they talked till the feel asleep.
Now they sat in one of the small coffee-kitchens on Andromeda.
She placed a hand on his flat stomach. "Do you feel them?" she asked softly.
"No," he answered honestly. "Sometimes I even forget that they're there. But then it suddenly hits me and I don't know what to do."
She nodded and sipped her hot beverage, her hands wrapped around the warm cup. He looked at her and then pulled her in his lap, in desperate need for physical contact.
"I want to be like Tyr." He mumbled.
She grinned at him. "Let's see. Advantage: you would have really gorgeous hair. Disadvantage: You would have ugly spikes."
"Advantage: I had to sleep with all the women in my pride", he continued.
"Yeah, but you had to wear leather pants all the time." She countered.
He reached behind him and grabbed one of his Sparky cans. "Oh, fucking against leather pants. That's a real tough one. But at least I would have a family."
She flinched. "Believe me, family isn't at fun as they say." He saw the haunted look in her eyes and decided not to push this topic.
Instead, he glanced down at her shirt. "Hey, ain't that my shirt?" He asked and pointed at the old tanktop she wore.
She grinned slyly. "I don't think so", she answered.
"I do."
"I don't."