Disclaimer: Well would you look at that...I 'don't' own Andromeda. Huh and
this whole time I thought I did. *snaps fingers* Drat! Although if I did
Gordon would go mysteriously missing from the set. ^.^
Author's Notes: I just realized I had received 50 reviews for this story. This being my first and all I have to say I'm very proud of myself. I'd like to thank all the people that reviewed and spit on all the people that didn't. Sadly the people that didn't couldn't be with us tonight. *Groan is heard from imaginary crowd* I know, I know. Thank you for the reviews. I love you all. *blows kisses to her millions of adoring fans* 'Inori' means 'Dream' in Japanese for those that don't know and were wondering. Sorry again for the lateness of the updates. The name Ptolemy (in case you've never seen it or heard it pronounced) is pronounced 'toll-emmy', the 'p' is silent. And Asher's Magog encounter happened about a year ago (in my head) so you can see why he'd still be upset about it. Ptolemy is about 15 while Asher is, like 13, but only in this flash back. (I believe I said he was fourteen in the other chapter.)
WARNING: Slash. (Not like you think...well maybe like you think. I wouldn't know, not being in your head and all.) Death angst.
"No more cold iron shackles on my feet.
I'll fly away.
I'll fly away. Oh glory. I'll fly away
In the morning when I die
Hallelujah by and by
I'll fly away."
- 'I'll fly away': Oh Brother Where Art Thou
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Chapter Fifteen: Death is not the greatest loss. The greatest loss is what dies within us when we live.
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"Dylan the Dark Sister has just exited from slipstream."
"All hands to battle stations. Keep her intact Tyr we still have to find a cure for Mr. Harper."
"Dylan, they're firing."
*Tyr fires a few shots to their weapons systems and their weapons go off line, but not before the Andromeda is hit. The bridge rocks and sparks fly from a few consoles.*
"Tyr. Beka. Get the Maru prepped and ready."
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*The image before Harper and Asher seemed to split in two. On both sides there were people running and screaming for there lives. They were both breathing hard. Their faces pale and dripping with cold sweat from the things they knew were about to happen.*
"I can't watch this again." Asher said to Harper.
Harper looked at him. "I don't think we have a chose."
A soft whining sound came from Asher's throat. He looked like he was about to burst into tears. "I can't." His throat stiffened from the effort from trying not to cry in front of his 'father'.
*Then the Magog came. They swarmed up and over. Harper gasped when seeing himself and his many cousins trying to outrun the swarm. He saw Declan fall and Siobhan stop to try and help. He saw himself being half dragged by Brendan while they both ran, leaving their cousins to their demise. And then he looked to Asher's side.*
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*Asher watched the swarms come up and over the crest of the hill. He watched people trying to take refuge in the torn down building along the sides of the street. He finally saw them. Himself and his best friend, Ptolemy. He watched himself stumble and Ptolemy lift him up over his shoulder and continued to run the entire time. He watched Ptolemy stumble when one of the beasts grabbed at him digging over long claws into soft human flesh; watched Ptolemy drop him; watched him shove him to his feet and tell him to run before turning towards the Magog onslaught; watched himself turn and run like a coward. He ran and ran until the alarm came that the swarms had stopped and left. He walked back down the road to look for Ptolemy. He watched others dragging corpses from the road while crying and screaming. He walked down the street littered with souls. You could feel it and taste it and smell it...the death. It clung to everything. He watched himself find Ptolemy. He was still alive, if that's what you could call it. Ptolemy was lying in the middle of the street moaning and holding his stomache.*
"Oh God, Ptolemy."
"Asher."
"Ptolemy." Asher put his hand on Ptolemy's stomache. "Oh God. I'm sorry." He started crying and Ptolemy held him while he did. He sobbed 'sorry's' over and over again into his friends chest until realizing. He looked up at Ptolemy. "No."
"You have to Asher. There's no one else to do it."
*Asher looked around the street others in the same situation were taking care of the problem. The Nietzscheans were taking people that had no one to do it for them and knocked them over the head before throwing them into a huge pile near the gate and setting fire to 'it'.*
"Asher." Asher turned back to him. "Don't let them put me in the fires. Please."
*Asher looked down at the street beneath him. He stood up and walk to the run down tavern shop just twenty feet away. He walked in and pulled chunk of glass from the broken window shards on the floor inside. He walked back to where Ptolemy laid. He sighed heavily. Ptolemy looked past him.*
"Asher you have to hurry."
*Asher looked behind him. The Ubers were at the other end of the street. He looked back at Ptolemy.*
"Asher, I know it won't exactly help you do it, but I have to tell you-"
"-I know." Ptolemy looked him right in the eye.
"Asher-"
"I know!"
*Asher had tears running down his face already. He looked back at the Ubers and then to the glass in his hand. It cut into his palm. He placed in his hand so the sharp part was out. And then pressed it to Ptolemy's neck were he knew his Jugular was. Ptolemy reached a hand around the back of Asher's neck and pulled him down. Just as their lips met Asher shoved the glass into his neck as hard and fast as he could. Ptolemy jerked and shuddered and died. Asher sat there with blood pooling around them both.*
*The real Asher was crying too. Harper looked at the scene and then to Asher just as Asher collapsed sobbing. Harper went to him and held him as he cried. Even when the scene changed yet again. They were in some bar now with drunks laughing around them. Mingling and laughing. Asher still cried and Harper still held him.*
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Please tell me if that was okay. I don't know if it worked at all. Was it to corny? Please read and review.
Author's Notes: I just realized I had received 50 reviews for this story. This being my first and all I have to say I'm very proud of myself. I'd like to thank all the people that reviewed and spit on all the people that didn't. Sadly the people that didn't couldn't be with us tonight. *Groan is heard from imaginary crowd* I know, I know. Thank you for the reviews. I love you all. *blows kisses to her millions of adoring fans* 'Inori' means 'Dream' in Japanese for those that don't know and were wondering. Sorry again for the lateness of the updates. The name Ptolemy (in case you've never seen it or heard it pronounced) is pronounced 'toll-emmy', the 'p' is silent. And Asher's Magog encounter happened about a year ago (in my head) so you can see why he'd still be upset about it. Ptolemy is about 15 while Asher is, like 13, but only in this flash back. (I believe I said he was fourteen in the other chapter.)
WARNING: Slash. (Not like you think...well maybe like you think. I wouldn't know, not being in your head and all.) Death angst.
"No more cold iron shackles on my feet.
I'll fly away.
I'll fly away. Oh glory. I'll fly away
In the morning when I die
Hallelujah by and by
I'll fly away."
- 'I'll fly away': Oh Brother Where Art Thou
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Chapter Fifteen: Death is not the greatest loss. The greatest loss is what dies within us when we live.
~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~
"Dylan the Dark Sister has just exited from slipstream."
"All hands to battle stations. Keep her intact Tyr we still have to find a cure for Mr. Harper."
"Dylan, they're firing."
*Tyr fires a few shots to their weapons systems and their weapons go off line, but not before the Andromeda is hit. The bridge rocks and sparks fly from a few consoles.*
"Tyr. Beka. Get the Maru prepped and ready."
********
*The image before Harper and Asher seemed to split in two. On both sides there were people running and screaming for there lives. They were both breathing hard. Their faces pale and dripping with cold sweat from the things they knew were about to happen.*
"I can't watch this again." Asher said to Harper.
Harper looked at him. "I don't think we have a chose."
A soft whining sound came from Asher's throat. He looked like he was about to burst into tears. "I can't." His throat stiffened from the effort from trying not to cry in front of his 'father'.
*Then the Magog came. They swarmed up and over. Harper gasped when seeing himself and his many cousins trying to outrun the swarm. He saw Declan fall and Siobhan stop to try and help. He saw himself being half dragged by Brendan while they both ran, leaving their cousins to their demise. And then he looked to Asher's side.*
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*Asher watched the swarms come up and over the crest of the hill. He watched people trying to take refuge in the torn down building along the sides of the street. He finally saw them. Himself and his best friend, Ptolemy. He watched himself stumble and Ptolemy lift him up over his shoulder and continued to run the entire time. He watched Ptolemy stumble when one of the beasts grabbed at him digging over long claws into soft human flesh; watched Ptolemy drop him; watched him shove him to his feet and tell him to run before turning towards the Magog onslaught; watched himself turn and run like a coward. He ran and ran until the alarm came that the swarms had stopped and left. He walked back down the road to look for Ptolemy. He watched others dragging corpses from the road while crying and screaming. He walked down the street littered with souls. You could feel it and taste it and smell it...the death. It clung to everything. He watched himself find Ptolemy. He was still alive, if that's what you could call it. Ptolemy was lying in the middle of the street moaning and holding his stomache.*
"Oh God, Ptolemy."
"Asher."
"Ptolemy." Asher put his hand on Ptolemy's stomache. "Oh God. I'm sorry." He started crying and Ptolemy held him while he did. He sobbed 'sorry's' over and over again into his friends chest until realizing. He looked up at Ptolemy. "No."
"You have to Asher. There's no one else to do it."
*Asher looked around the street others in the same situation were taking care of the problem. The Nietzscheans were taking people that had no one to do it for them and knocked them over the head before throwing them into a huge pile near the gate and setting fire to 'it'.*
"Asher." Asher turned back to him. "Don't let them put me in the fires. Please."
*Asher looked down at the street beneath him. He stood up and walk to the run down tavern shop just twenty feet away. He walked in and pulled chunk of glass from the broken window shards on the floor inside. He walked back to where Ptolemy laid. He sighed heavily. Ptolemy looked past him.*
"Asher you have to hurry."
*Asher looked behind him. The Ubers were at the other end of the street. He looked back at Ptolemy.*
"Asher, I know it won't exactly help you do it, but I have to tell you-"
"-I know." Ptolemy looked him right in the eye.
"Asher-"
"I know!"
*Asher had tears running down his face already. He looked back at the Ubers and then to the glass in his hand. It cut into his palm. He placed in his hand so the sharp part was out. And then pressed it to Ptolemy's neck were he knew his Jugular was. Ptolemy reached a hand around the back of Asher's neck and pulled him down. Just as their lips met Asher shoved the glass into his neck as hard and fast as he could. Ptolemy jerked and shuddered and died. Asher sat there with blood pooling around them both.*
*The real Asher was crying too. Harper looked at the scene and then to Asher just as Asher collapsed sobbing. Harper went to him and held him as he cried. Even when the scene changed yet again. They were in some bar now with drunks laughing around them. Mingling and laughing. Asher still cried and Harper still held him.*
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Please tell me if that was okay. I don't know if it worked at all. Was it to corny? Please read and review.