AN: You people are just so wonderful. Keep them coming! Sorry the chapters
are so short, I'll try to make them a bit bigger but I can't promise much.
Note to Claire: I didn't intentionally base my story around the Polymorph of Red Dwarf. I wrote the first chapter and it suddenly occured to me that the idea was really similar. But maybe unconciously that's where the idea came from.
Note to Wildcat: You're wrong, we are all Harper freaks. But fear not, I will write some stuff for the good-looking chunk of Neitzchean muscle that we call Tyr. Even though it will be quite a challenge as I don't have much experience of what it's like to be a Neitzchean, unlike some people. (Subtle hint)
Emotions are Edible
Chapter 5
Rommie had to admit she did quite like the idea of looking after Dylan. Of course in a way she always looked after him, she looked after everyone. But this was different. She stood beside him with her hands behind her back. She didn't know what had happened to set off the fight as Dylan had engaged Privacy Mode for his little conversation with Tyr. She just hoped that non of it was Dylan's fault.
Only a few moments later Dylan's eyelid fluttered open and his vision was filled with the beautiful Rommie. He wanted to look at her for just a little longer but his still tired eyes wouldn't let him and they fell shut again. He groaned.
"Uh. What happened?"
"From what I can gather from your injuries, the creature took over Tyr and provoked you into.........well, trying to kill him."
At this, Dylan's eyes shot open andstared at her.
"I beat up Tyr?" Rommie nodded in the direction of the unconcious Neitzchean. He turned to see and then closed his eyes again. "Oh I am such an idiot." he sighed.
"Yes."
"Rommie!" She burst into giggles, not very warship-like she had to admit, but she couldn't help it.
* * * * *
"Harper?" Trance called into Engineering.
"Trance?" The reply came from the wall so she made her way though all the junk on the floor and climbed in. He didn't look so energetic slumped against the wall, giving her a tired smile. She smiled back as she settled herself down beside him.
"Are you okay? You look like you could do with a rest."
"Nah, I'm fine. Really. I don't feel the pain as much anymore."
"Don't be silly. You should be in bed."
"No no, really, I'm good." he insisted. She sighed, she never could get him to rest without a fight.
"Okay. But I'm staying with you."
"Fine with me, my purple princess. Hey, there's a coffee machine around here somewhere, you wanna go get some?" She nodded and they crawled out of the wall to find the coffee machine.
When the two walked in, they found Beka already there, kicking the machine and growling at it. "Whoa! You've been spending too much time with Tyr." Harper commented."You should hang out with Rev more often.......well, maybe not at the moment." His hand went to his stomach at the thought of Rev and he shuddered. Beka was quite startled at first but turned to face the short, blond human and the purple, tailed enigma.
"Hey, shouldn't you be in Medical?" she asked him.
"Beka, you know I left Medical. You watched me walk out the door."
"Beka?!" Trance scolded."You let him go?"
"No! No I didn't." she lied quickly, Trance would kill her. An evil grin spread across Harper's face.
"Yes you did."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did."
"No." she said firmly."I didn't." Harper was having fun and was just about to open his mouth once more when he recieved Beka's 'you shut up now and I won't destroy you' glare. So he changed the subject.
"So anyway you havin' trouble with the coffee machine?"
"Damn right I'm havin' trouble! It won't gimme any coffee!" Harper pulled the machine forward a little bit and squeezed himself behind it. He grabbed a tool out of his belt and attacked it.
"Tell me if it does anything." he told them. Trance and Beka watched closly to see if he was making any difference. Trance noticed that Harper paused every now and then and she heard him trying to catch his breath. She was just about tell him to give up and go get some rest when the machine started working again.
"Whohoo!" cried Beka."You have no idea how long I've been tryin' to get that thing to work!" She grabbed the cup of coffee and hopped up onto the table with it. A tired looking Harper emerged from behind the machine and as soon as he did Trance's glossy dark purple lips parted to insist that he rested. But before she could say anything he held up hand.
"I'll be fine as soon as I have my coffee." he told her. But before he even asked for one, the cup was full to the brim. "Huh." he said frowning, Suddenly the next one was full, which Trance grabbed. The machine grew faster and faster, filling up more and more cups with the steaming hot drink. There was gonna be a whole lot of coffee to get through!
About half an hour later you could've sworn that all surfaces were made of cups of coffee if it hadn't been for the bear patches around Trance's feet, Beka sitting on the table and Harper sitting on the cupboard. They'd tried fixing it but nothing had made any effect. Eventually Harper had pulled his nano-welder out of his tool belt and smashed it in. And, thank the Divine, it finally stopped. Trance was drinking her way through all the cups on a chair beside her so she could clear the space and sit down. Beka was working on the table and Harper had started on the worktop he was sitting on. Beka paused for a moment, frowning down into her sixteenth cup and said.
"Does this taste a little different to you? Sweeter?.......In a way?" Her two friends shook their heads and Beka returned to sipping it.
"Beka, how much have you had?" Harper asked. She looked down at the little stack of empty cups beside her and counted them. She then downed what was left of the coffee she was holding and added the cup to the stack.
"Sixteen." she replied.
"Sixteen?! Beka, it's been half an hour and you've only had sixteen! I've had twenty and I've been busy trying to fix the damn thing."
"Alright! Alright! I'll drink faster. Calm down already!" Harper sighed and turned to the purple girl who was stacking her empty cups and collapsing into her chair, she'd been standing for ages.
"Trance?" She looked at her empty cups as she placed them on the patch of table that Beka had cleared. Beka could hear Trance counting under her breath. "One, two, three, four, five, six............"She couldn't help but smile at the young girl mumbling to herself quietly.".................forty, forty-one, forty-two. Forty-two." she announced to Harper. Harper smiled smugly.
"See Beka? And she did that in half the time you had. She-Hey! Forty-two don't fit on that chair and you haven't taken any off the table or the floor." Trance frowned, stood up and tried to fit all the empty cups back onto the chair. It was true. They didn't fit.
"You mean we're drinking magical self-replacing coffee?" Beka exclaimed
"John-bob." Harper growled. 'I am so gonna kick his ass when we find him! He has the lamest sense of humor.' he thought to himself. Beka raised one eyebrow.
"John-bob?"
"The alien." he explained. Beka noticed that Trance was scowling. She wouldn't forgive him for what he'd done in Hydroponics. That was a mean, hurtful trick he played. " You should've seen what he did to Hydroponics."
"Trance? What happened?"
"He killed all the plants. There's nothing left."
"Aww. Trance I'm so sorry. Hey, John-bob can do anything right? So when we find him we'll threaten him into changing it back just the way it was." Trance gave a small comforted smile at the thought of having all her plants back. They turned back to the problem at hand. "Well we're still getting somewhere. It's not impossible to drink it all." Beka pointed out. A few moments later she said. "I still think it tastes different." And suddenly Trance burst into a fit of giggles. "Huh? What did I say?" Beka asked, taken aback by the sudden outburst. Harper shrugged, completely lost, watching Trance double over with laughter. He downed his cup and shugged again.
"Guess we'll have to ask her that when she gets over it. If she gets over it." he added.
Ten minutes later and she hadn't stopped. They'd given up trying to get through to her. Harper turned to face Beka a bit more and spilt coffe into his large clearing on the worktop. He stood up and was about to clean it up when he felt the urge to jump into the spill and skid as far as he could along the cupboards. So he leapt into the coffee puddle and skidded along the worktop.
"Weeeeeee!" he cried. Beka's eyebrows shot up up she looked down into her half empty cup of coffee worridly.
"Oh my god. What do they put in this?"
AN: Sorry Wildcat, you'll have to wait for Tyr. I hope you all like it, or "liked it" seeing as if you're here then you've already read it. Hmm, yes. You have no idea how much I hate the word................"cup" (shudder) I have written it so many times that it's rendered me quite insane. (Luna fox jumps up and runs around the room laughing insanely "Ha ha!") I am so sorry, I'll leave.
Note to Claire: I didn't intentionally base my story around the Polymorph of Red Dwarf. I wrote the first chapter and it suddenly occured to me that the idea was really similar. But maybe unconciously that's where the idea came from.
Note to Wildcat: You're wrong, we are all Harper freaks. But fear not, I will write some stuff for the good-looking chunk of Neitzchean muscle that we call Tyr. Even though it will be quite a challenge as I don't have much experience of what it's like to be a Neitzchean, unlike some people. (Subtle hint)
Emotions are Edible
Chapter 5
Rommie had to admit she did quite like the idea of looking after Dylan. Of course in a way she always looked after him, she looked after everyone. But this was different. She stood beside him with her hands behind her back. She didn't know what had happened to set off the fight as Dylan had engaged Privacy Mode for his little conversation with Tyr. She just hoped that non of it was Dylan's fault.
Only a few moments later Dylan's eyelid fluttered open and his vision was filled with the beautiful Rommie. He wanted to look at her for just a little longer but his still tired eyes wouldn't let him and they fell shut again. He groaned.
"Uh. What happened?"
"From what I can gather from your injuries, the creature took over Tyr and provoked you into.........well, trying to kill him."
At this, Dylan's eyes shot open andstared at her.
"I beat up Tyr?" Rommie nodded in the direction of the unconcious Neitzchean. He turned to see and then closed his eyes again. "Oh I am such an idiot." he sighed.
"Yes."
"Rommie!" She burst into giggles, not very warship-like she had to admit, but she couldn't help it.
* * * * *
"Harper?" Trance called into Engineering.
"Trance?" The reply came from the wall so she made her way though all the junk on the floor and climbed in. He didn't look so energetic slumped against the wall, giving her a tired smile. She smiled back as she settled herself down beside him.
"Are you okay? You look like you could do with a rest."
"Nah, I'm fine. Really. I don't feel the pain as much anymore."
"Don't be silly. You should be in bed."
"No no, really, I'm good." he insisted. She sighed, she never could get him to rest without a fight.
"Okay. But I'm staying with you."
"Fine with me, my purple princess. Hey, there's a coffee machine around here somewhere, you wanna go get some?" She nodded and they crawled out of the wall to find the coffee machine.
When the two walked in, they found Beka already there, kicking the machine and growling at it. "Whoa! You've been spending too much time with Tyr." Harper commented."You should hang out with Rev more often.......well, maybe not at the moment." His hand went to his stomach at the thought of Rev and he shuddered. Beka was quite startled at first but turned to face the short, blond human and the purple, tailed enigma.
"Hey, shouldn't you be in Medical?" she asked him.
"Beka, you know I left Medical. You watched me walk out the door."
"Beka?!" Trance scolded."You let him go?"
"No! No I didn't." she lied quickly, Trance would kill her. An evil grin spread across Harper's face.
"Yes you did."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did."
"No." she said firmly."I didn't." Harper was having fun and was just about to open his mouth once more when he recieved Beka's 'you shut up now and I won't destroy you' glare. So he changed the subject.
"So anyway you havin' trouble with the coffee machine?"
"Damn right I'm havin' trouble! It won't gimme any coffee!" Harper pulled the machine forward a little bit and squeezed himself behind it. He grabbed a tool out of his belt and attacked it.
"Tell me if it does anything." he told them. Trance and Beka watched closly to see if he was making any difference. Trance noticed that Harper paused every now and then and she heard him trying to catch his breath. She was just about tell him to give up and go get some rest when the machine started working again.
"Whohoo!" cried Beka."You have no idea how long I've been tryin' to get that thing to work!" She grabbed the cup of coffee and hopped up onto the table with it. A tired looking Harper emerged from behind the machine and as soon as he did Trance's glossy dark purple lips parted to insist that he rested. But before she could say anything he held up hand.
"I'll be fine as soon as I have my coffee." he told her. But before he even asked for one, the cup was full to the brim. "Huh." he said frowning, Suddenly the next one was full, which Trance grabbed. The machine grew faster and faster, filling up more and more cups with the steaming hot drink. There was gonna be a whole lot of coffee to get through!
About half an hour later you could've sworn that all surfaces were made of cups of coffee if it hadn't been for the bear patches around Trance's feet, Beka sitting on the table and Harper sitting on the cupboard. They'd tried fixing it but nothing had made any effect. Eventually Harper had pulled his nano-welder out of his tool belt and smashed it in. And, thank the Divine, it finally stopped. Trance was drinking her way through all the cups on a chair beside her so she could clear the space and sit down. Beka was working on the table and Harper had started on the worktop he was sitting on. Beka paused for a moment, frowning down into her sixteenth cup and said.
"Does this taste a little different to you? Sweeter?.......In a way?" Her two friends shook their heads and Beka returned to sipping it.
"Beka, how much have you had?" Harper asked. She looked down at the little stack of empty cups beside her and counted them. She then downed what was left of the coffee she was holding and added the cup to the stack.
"Sixteen." she replied.
"Sixteen?! Beka, it's been half an hour and you've only had sixteen! I've had twenty and I've been busy trying to fix the damn thing."
"Alright! Alright! I'll drink faster. Calm down already!" Harper sighed and turned to the purple girl who was stacking her empty cups and collapsing into her chair, she'd been standing for ages.
"Trance?" She looked at her empty cups as she placed them on the patch of table that Beka had cleared. Beka could hear Trance counting under her breath. "One, two, three, four, five, six............"She couldn't help but smile at the young girl mumbling to herself quietly.".................forty, forty-one, forty-two. Forty-two." she announced to Harper. Harper smiled smugly.
"See Beka? And she did that in half the time you had. She-Hey! Forty-two don't fit on that chair and you haven't taken any off the table or the floor." Trance frowned, stood up and tried to fit all the empty cups back onto the chair. It was true. They didn't fit.
"You mean we're drinking magical self-replacing coffee?" Beka exclaimed
"John-bob." Harper growled. 'I am so gonna kick his ass when we find him! He has the lamest sense of humor.' he thought to himself. Beka raised one eyebrow.
"John-bob?"
"The alien." he explained. Beka noticed that Trance was scowling. She wouldn't forgive him for what he'd done in Hydroponics. That was a mean, hurtful trick he played. " You should've seen what he did to Hydroponics."
"Trance? What happened?"
"He killed all the plants. There's nothing left."
"Aww. Trance I'm so sorry. Hey, John-bob can do anything right? So when we find him we'll threaten him into changing it back just the way it was." Trance gave a small comforted smile at the thought of having all her plants back. They turned back to the problem at hand. "Well we're still getting somewhere. It's not impossible to drink it all." Beka pointed out. A few moments later she said. "I still think it tastes different." And suddenly Trance burst into a fit of giggles. "Huh? What did I say?" Beka asked, taken aback by the sudden outburst. Harper shrugged, completely lost, watching Trance double over with laughter. He downed his cup and shugged again.
"Guess we'll have to ask her that when she gets over it. If she gets over it." he added.
Ten minutes later and she hadn't stopped. They'd given up trying to get through to her. Harper turned to face Beka a bit more and spilt coffe into his large clearing on the worktop. He stood up and was about to clean it up when he felt the urge to jump into the spill and skid as far as he could along the cupboards. So he leapt into the coffee puddle and skidded along the worktop.
"Weeeeeee!" he cried. Beka's eyebrows shot up up she looked down into her half empty cup of coffee worridly.
"Oh my god. What do they put in this?"
AN: Sorry Wildcat, you'll have to wait for Tyr. I hope you all like it, or "liked it" seeing as if you're here then you've already read it. Hmm, yes. You have no idea how much I hate the word................"cup" (shudder) I have written it so many times that it's rendered me quite insane. (Luna fox jumps up and runs around the room laughing insanely "Ha ha!") I am so sorry, I'll leave.