Wasted Lives - chapter three
Disclaimer - Much as I wish they were mine, and however long I wait for Father Christmas to deliver me the rights I don't and never will own any of the characters created, or devised, by the genius Gene Roddenbury, R.I.P.
Pairings - Beka/Dylan duh!!
Rating - PG-13 just to be on the safe side.
Archiving - Ask and it will be granted but please don't take it without asking.
Dylan took his seat in command of the Maru. Beka walked to the front of the upper platform and carried on reading her flexi, leaving Rommie at the back of the craft to carry on with Rommie stuff. "Opening doors," announced the familiar voice of the Andromeda over the system. "OK, let's go get them," said Beka as she looked up from her flexi, and smiled at Dylan. Dylan laughed and began to pilot the Maru out of the dock. Within a few minutes they were nearer the planet.
Beka jumped down the steps and landed with a bang on the steel floor. "Beka, the reason we have steps is so that you don't have to jump." smirked Dylan as he snatched a glance towards her. "Hey, Mr. Hunt don't you give me that. I have spoken to Miss Ascendant about your falls of several DECKS using an AG harness. So if you are telling me not to jump four steps, then I will have to ask you to forget the harness next time!!" Beka retorted. Dylan laughed, so hard he almost lost control of the ship, before shouting back to Rommie that they would have to talk about captain-ship privileges.
On entry into the main compound of the base, Beka and Dylan could do nothing but stare upwards. The roof must have been 500 metres above their heads but the colour was what really caught their eye. The beautiful turquoise was undermined by a green, or was it silver? The tone seemed to be constantly changing, and Beka wondered how such a beautiful thing could house one of the worst cities for flash death in the known universe...she felt the air escape from her lungs, like she was being submerged in freezing water, as those terrible memories threatened to surface. She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. Dylan took his eyes of the ceiling and gazed at Beka. Touching her arm softly, she smiled slightly and Dylan watched as she relaxed in his grip. Walking behind her a little he placed a hand on her shoulder and they fell into time.
The building were they would spend the next few days was luxurious but felt foreign to both of the captains. Beka had grown up on the Maru and had spent the past three years on a warship; she had never lived in luxury.
But even Dylan, who had grown up in Vedra, didn't feel at home in the embassy. Something just wasn't right; and Beka wasn't helping the situation. She was on edge and constantly looking over her shoulder.
Dylan sat in his room one morning, during the little time he had outside negotiations. Someone knocked on the door. "Come in.," he said. "Dylan. Hi. Dylan. I... need. I need to go into the city; I just can't stay in this prison anymore. I need to see the city. I need to face the flash addicts. I need to visit the place where my dad died. I need..." she didn't say any more but just stared at Dylan. He looked her in the face and smiled. "You know I'm here Beka, and now I will come with you. What use is a captain if you can't use him," replied Dylan, worried by the true look of terror that Beka held, "We can go know. The talks can wait till this afternoon," he said "Lets go."
As they left the embassy Beka concentrated hard, carefully putting one foot in front of the other. Dylan put his arm round her back and they set out under the watch of the turquoise eye.
Disclaimer - Much as I wish they were mine, and however long I wait for Father Christmas to deliver me the rights I don't and never will own any of the characters created, or devised, by the genius Gene Roddenbury, R.I.P.
Pairings - Beka/Dylan duh!!
Rating - PG-13 just to be on the safe side.
Archiving - Ask and it will be granted but please don't take it without asking.
Dylan took his seat in command of the Maru. Beka walked to the front of the upper platform and carried on reading her flexi, leaving Rommie at the back of the craft to carry on with Rommie stuff. "Opening doors," announced the familiar voice of the Andromeda over the system. "OK, let's go get them," said Beka as she looked up from her flexi, and smiled at Dylan. Dylan laughed and began to pilot the Maru out of the dock. Within a few minutes they were nearer the planet.
Beka jumped down the steps and landed with a bang on the steel floor. "Beka, the reason we have steps is so that you don't have to jump." smirked Dylan as he snatched a glance towards her. "Hey, Mr. Hunt don't you give me that. I have spoken to Miss Ascendant about your falls of several DECKS using an AG harness. So if you are telling me not to jump four steps, then I will have to ask you to forget the harness next time!!" Beka retorted. Dylan laughed, so hard he almost lost control of the ship, before shouting back to Rommie that they would have to talk about captain-ship privileges.
On entry into the main compound of the base, Beka and Dylan could do nothing but stare upwards. The roof must have been 500 metres above their heads but the colour was what really caught their eye. The beautiful turquoise was undermined by a green, or was it silver? The tone seemed to be constantly changing, and Beka wondered how such a beautiful thing could house one of the worst cities for flash death in the known universe...she felt the air escape from her lungs, like she was being submerged in freezing water, as those terrible memories threatened to surface. She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. Dylan took his eyes of the ceiling and gazed at Beka. Touching her arm softly, she smiled slightly and Dylan watched as she relaxed in his grip. Walking behind her a little he placed a hand on her shoulder and they fell into time.
The building were they would spend the next few days was luxurious but felt foreign to both of the captains. Beka had grown up on the Maru and had spent the past three years on a warship; she had never lived in luxury.
But even Dylan, who had grown up in Vedra, didn't feel at home in the embassy. Something just wasn't right; and Beka wasn't helping the situation. She was on edge and constantly looking over her shoulder.
Dylan sat in his room one morning, during the little time he had outside negotiations. Someone knocked on the door. "Come in.," he said. "Dylan. Hi. Dylan. I... need. I need to go into the city; I just can't stay in this prison anymore. I need to see the city. I need to face the flash addicts. I need to visit the place where my dad died. I need..." she didn't say any more but just stared at Dylan. He looked her in the face and smiled. "You know I'm here Beka, and now I will come with you. What use is a captain if you can't use him," replied Dylan, worried by the true look of terror that Beka held, "We can go know. The talks can wait till this afternoon," he said "Lets go."
As they left the embassy Beka concentrated hard, carefully putting one foot in front of the other. Dylan put his arm round her back and they set out under the watch of the turquoise eye.