Title: Waking Light
Author: MidnightzStorm
Disclaimer: I do not own anything; if I did I would be living in Canada.
Pairing: Harper/Trance
Spoilers: Slipfighters: The Dogs of War (However nothing major)
Author Note: This is my first Andromeda fan fiction, and I must admit I still a bit new to the characters. Has anybody else noticed that their personalities change every other episode? Well anyway this a Harper and Trance story, so if you don't like their relationship or friendship quickly press the back button. This story doesn't really have a plot, just a little vignette.
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She woke up to a hand gently brushing across her face. It was a strange sensation of waking up from a deep sleep. She hadn't slept in weeks, she hadn't need to. However after coming home from the mission, she had been greatly tired. She had skipped her usual retreat to the girl club, she and Rommie usually shared while everyone was asleep. She had found herself asleep before her head even hit the pillow. Her eyes slightly flickered as she adjusted to look at the concern face that met her gaze.
"What is it?" she asked quietly, she had been clearly surprised by his presence in her quarters.
His blue eyes looked at her and he gave a careful place sigh. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry about the slipstream comment. I know that you have flown, since Tyr and Beka tried to teach you."
A simple 'hmmm' escaped her lips. Then her eyes focused and narrowed as she stared up at him. "Harper, you woke me up just to say you're sorry?" she question suspiciously.
"Andromeda, privacy mode," He called to the air. There was a stiff reply of the AI. She loved these moments when Harper would let the cocky walls down, and just be himself. It was like a secret, and Trance loved secrets.
He leaned down into her bed, so they were face to face. "Not just that, I've been worried about you. You know every since that friend of yours passed away, you have been extremely broody."
She frowned at this news, she had been very upset about the death, but she didn't want it to at her work or crew. She looked down, and whispered "I'm sorry."
"Oh, whoa, babe that's nothing to be sorry about," he said as his hand brushed again across her face. It was almost a caress of a lover; however she quickly pressed the thought out of her mind.
She felt her eyes get watery. She knew that he hated when she cried, he had told her so many time.
As her tears became more visible, he gave her a helpless looks that told her, her memory was correct.
He leaned down, and brought her head to his chest and gently rocked her. She cried till the front of his shirt was soaked. Trance finally quieted down as he gently brushed his hand through her long crimson braids.
"You know what, I think I do like your hair longer," he said softly. She giggled through her tears.
"So what now?" he asked.
"Sleep," she said softly as she snuggled closer to him.