Disclaimer: Uh.I don't really want to write a disclaimer. So there, now you
don't know if I own Andromeda or not. I hope you're confused. (Group of
lawyers from Tribune stand outside my window with arm loads full of
lawsuits.) Fine! I don't own Andromeda!!! Are you happy now?!
Author's Notes (AN): Hey, this is my first fan-fiction ever and I just wanted to say thanks to szhismine, Lauren, and Mercury's Winter for your reviews they really made my day. Like in Chapter two, I have no idea where this story is going or if I'll even finish it, but I hope I do. I don't intend for this to be another "future" Harper episode. (No offence Mercury's Winter. I liked your story lots.) I also don't want this to be a Harper/Trance story although I think they should be together on the show. (Also the chapter names have nothing to do with their content and if you want to name one of them for me just send a review. First come; first serve. (Yeah, right))
Note to Obsessed Gordon/Harper Fans: Got to www.thinktom.com if you want to see a website that was completely created by Gordon Michael Woolvett (Harper, duh).
Chapter Three: That thing you do
*** (What a stupid name for a chapter. I mean really, it has nothing to do with what's going on in the story or any thing that's going to happen in the story. (I think.) Why in the hell do I bother to name the chapter if it isn't going to make any sense to the few people that actually want to read it?.....(crickets chirping in background).So! Anyway! (Cough) On with the story!)***
*Dylan walked through the corridors of the injured ship. Loose wiring still hung from the ceilings giving off sparks here and there. Rommie follows closely behind.*
"Dylan," Beka's voice on the com. "You should get to the command deck we have a slight situation."
*Dylan glances at Rommie who shrugs they start to walk as the view changes to the command deck we see Tyr, looking very annoyed, pinned to the ground by this other Harper. Beka levels her gun with his head.*
"Harper, get off of him."
*Harper calms slightly when hearing Beka's voice. He turns to look at her and his face fills with shock.*
"Aunt Rebecca?"
*Beka mouth hits the floor in shock and she lowers her gun. Dylan and Rommie walk up behind her and finally get a good look at the person who looks exactly their engineer and friend. "Harper" stands up and Dylan and Rommie finally realize how young he looks. Tyr stands up and has a look of shock on his face as well. (AN: He just got pinned by a little kid! HAHAHAHAHAHA-ahem.)*
Dylan almost ignores the boy as he turns back to Rommie. "How old is "this" Harper?"
Her head tilts slightly. "Fourteen years."
The boy is just standing there now. "My name ain't Harper!"
"It speaks." Tyr of course.
Beka is about to say something when Dylan steps up. The boy quickly flinches away, but then stops when he realizes Dylan is only talking with him.
"What would you prefer?"
"Well.how about my name?"
Beka lets out a frustrated sigh. "Look, kid, either tell us your name or I'll-"
"-you'll what? Kill me?" He spoke so suddenly that Beka didn't know what to say. His face holds no emotion now has he looks at her. "Be my guest."
*The scene changes back to Harper and Trance. Harper has a flexi in his hand and is looking at it intently while Trance is just lying on the table next to him looking at the ceiling.*
Harper looked up from the flexi in his hand (Which is relaying the data of the object that is being scanned in another room.) and looked at Trance.
"Trance?"
She sits up in one graceful move and looks back at him. "Just wondering when you'll be done."
"Soon. Alright? Why don't you just go feed your plants or something until I'm done?"
"Because if you get yourself hurt then Dylan and Beka will blame me."
"Gee, thanks for caring."
Trance just smiled as she laid back down on the table and softly began humming.
Harper went back to looking at the flexi, but not really paying attention to it. He turns back to Trance. "Where did you learn that song?"
Trance looks at him curiously. "I've heard you singing it before." She pauses, "Why? Does it bother you?"
He turns back to the flexi, "No, I was just wonderin'." She went back to humming it.
Harper tried to look at the readings on the scan, but they were blurred. All he could here was that song in his head. He had only sung it once on Andromeda that he could remember and that was because of a nightmare. Besides in the nightmare it hadn't been him singing it although when he woke up Andromeda had told him that he had been singing it out loud.
He turned to speak to her again when he suddenly got very dizzy and collapsed at her feet. Trance jumped up and rushed to his side.
"Harper! Harper, wake up!"
He heard calling to him, but he couldn't wake up. Not yet. He had answers to find.
(USELESS INFORMATION: Scaramouche is the name of a comedy entertainer during the 14th Century and also the stage name of a member of the comedy troupe The Tortuga Twins (www.TorugaTwins.com) who perform at the many renaissance and medieval faires all over the United States. He is also mentioned in the song Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen.)
(AN: I have a problem telling when "as" and "has" should be used properly so if it annoys you I'm greatly sorry.)
Author's Notes (AN): Hey, this is my first fan-fiction ever and I just wanted to say thanks to szhismine, Lauren, and Mercury's Winter for your reviews they really made my day. Like in Chapter two, I have no idea where this story is going or if I'll even finish it, but I hope I do. I don't intend for this to be another "future" Harper episode. (No offence Mercury's Winter. I liked your story lots.) I also don't want this to be a Harper/Trance story although I think they should be together on the show. (Also the chapter names have nothing to do with their content and if you want to name one of them for me just send a review. First come; first serve. (Yeah, right))
Note to Obsessed Gordon/Harper Fans: Got to www.thinktom.com if you want to see a website that was completely created by Gordon Michael Woolvett (Harper, duh).
Chapter Three: That thing you do
*** (What a stupid name for a chapter. I mean really, it has nothing to do with what's going on in the story or any thing that's going to happen in the story. (I think.) Why in the hell do I bother to name the chapter if it isn't going to make any sense to the few people that actually want to read it?.....(crickets chirping in background).So! Anyway! (Cough) On with the story!)***
*Dylan walked through the corridors of the injured ship. Loose wiring still hung from the ceilings giving off sparks here and there. Rommie follows closely behind.*
"Dylan," Beka's voice on the com. "You should get to the command deck we have a slight situation."
*Dylan glances at Rommie who shrugs they start to walk as the view changes to the command deck we see Tyr, looking very annoyed, pinned to the ground by this other Harper. Beka levels her gun with his head.*
"Harper, get off of him."
*Harper calms slightly when hearing Beka's voice. He turns to look at her and his face fills with shock.*
"Aunt Rebecca?"
*Beka mouth hits the floor in shock and she lowers her gun. Dylan and Rommie walk up behind her and finally get a good look at the person who looks exactly their engineer and friend. "Harper" stands up and Dylan and Rommie finally realize how young he looks. Tyr stands up and has a look of shock on his face as well. (AN: He just got pinned by a little kid! HAHAHAHAHAHA-ahem.)*
Dylan almost ignores the boy as he turns back to Rommie. "How old is "this" Harper?"
Her head tilts slightly. "Fourteen years."
The boy is just standing there now. "My name ain't Harper!"
"It speaks." Tyr of course.
Beka is about to say something when Dylan steps up. The boy quickly flinches away, but then stops when he realizes Dylan is only talking with him.
"What would you prefer?"
"Well.how about my name?"
Beka lets out a frustrated sigh. "Look, kid, either tell us your name or I'll-"
"-you'll what? Kill me?" He spoke so suddenly that Beka didn't know what to say. His face holds no emotion now has he looks at her. "Be my guest."
*The scene changes back to Harper and Trance. Harper has a flexi in his hand and is looking at it intently while Trance is just lying on the table next to him looking at the ceiling.*
Harper looked up from the flexi in his hand (Which is relaying the data of the object that is being scanned in another room.) and looked at Trance.
"Trance?"
She sits up in one graceful move and looks back at him. "Just wondering when you'll be done."
"Soon. Alright? Why don't you just go feed your plants or something until I'm done?"
"Because if you get yourself hurt then Dylan and Beka will blame me."
"Gee, thanks for caring."
Trance just smiled as she laid back down on the table and softly began humming.
Harper went back to looking at the flexi, but not really paying attention to it. He turns back to Trance. "Where did you learn that song?"
Trance looks at him curiously. "I've heard you singing it before." She pauses, "Why? Does it bother you?"
He turns back to the flexi, "No, I was just wonderin'." She went back to humming it.
Harper tried to look at the readings on the scan, but they were blurred. All he could here was that song in his head. He had only sung it once on Andromeda that he could remember and that was because of a nightmare. Besides in the nightmare it hadn't been him singing it although when he woke up Andromeda had told him that he had been singing it out loud.
He turned to speak to her again when he suddenly got very dizzy and collapsed at her feet. Trance jumped up and rushed to his side.
"Harper! Harper, wake up!"
He heard calling to him, but he couldn't wake up. Not yet. He had answers to find.
(USELESS INFORMATION: Scaramouche is the name of a comedy entertainer during the 14th Century and also the stage name of a member of the comedy troupe The Tortuga Twins (www.TorugaTwins.com) who perform at the many renaissance and medieval faires all over the United States. He is also mentioned in the song Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen.)
(AN: I have a problem telling when "as" and "has" should be used properly so if it annoys you I'm greatly sorry.)