Carpe Diem
By Dawn Nyberg
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Tyr and Harper made their way up into the mountains along a dirt path. They lumbered up the incline on a horse they shared. The Nietzschean didn't trust Harper's grip to ride alone. The planet Arabus was in its fall season. The air was pure, and crisp. The cabin they were headed for was secluded, but roomy. Tyr had requested this cabin in particular because he had used it a few years back when he needed to lie low. The wind sweeping down the mountain was filled with the scent of pine and the air was chilly. Harper shivered against Tyr's back.
"Do we need to stop and get a warmer shirt for you out of your pack?"
"No."
"No, what?" Tyr heard Harper sigh in frustration behind him.
"No, fine I am . we don't to have stop." Harper hated that his words came out so confused. He felt like an idiot and he thought Tyr must think him an imbecile.
"Well, if you're sure," Tyr said nothing to Harper about his speech. "It's only another mile until we reach the cabin."
Harper smiled slightly to himself. It was odd, but the Nietzschean in his own way had made Harper feel better by acting as if what he had said sounded normal.
**Later that Day**
The cabin was nestled in between tall trees and rested only a few feet from a large lake. Harper stood in the front room where a large fireplace took up a good portion of a wall. Tyr came in and put down some firewood he had gathered from the woodbin beside the house. Seamus looked at him and watched Tyr put the wood in the fireplace. "It's going to get cold tonight, Little Man. I don't want you getting sick." Harper rolled his eyes at the tall man. Tyr grinned. The young man was still trying to get used to the new light he saw Tyr in - it was different. He always considered Tyr a friend, but always assumed the Nietzschean saw him as an annoyance that had to be tolerated. Now, he understood that Tyr did see him as a friend and showed it not in words, but action.
**Two Hours Later**
"Hope you like soup," Tyr said as he placed a bowl in front of Harper. "It has a good meat stock and vegetables. I made the broth myself." Tyr poured himself a bowl and sat. Harper looked at the bowl, but didn't eat. "Come on, Harper. You have to eat boy. Don't you like soup?"
"Yes." Harper answered quietly.
"Then eat." Tyr dipped his spoon and started to eat. After five minutes had passed Harper still hadn't attempted to eat and it seemed the longer they sat at the table Tyr could hear Harper's heart rate increase. Anasazi put his spoon down with a sigh. "Okay, what is it, Little Man?" He saw Harper look up from the table with hesitant eyes. Tyr watched as Harper put his hand on the spoon and tried to grip the utensil, but dropped it - as the small handle was too difficult for him. The young man tried again and the spoon fell from his shaking grip and hit the wood floor. Tyr leaned forward and put a steadying hand on Harper's shaking one. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I'm an idiot."
"No .not.you.me." Harper separated his words deliberately, so that he could say them correctly. Tyr struck the table and his and Harper's soup splashed over their bowl edges a little. The young man shrank away the Nietzschean and dropped his eyes.
"Listen to me boy!" Tyr rose from the table. He walked over to Harper and put his hand on the boy's chin forcing him to look at him. "You are not an idiot. We have gone over this before," Tyr growled out. "It was my fault. I wasn't thinking. I'll say it again to make sure you heard before . you are not an idiot. Am I understood?" Harper looked at Tyr. "Am I understood?" Tyr asked again.
"Yes."
"Good." Tyr walked over to a drawer in the kitchen and searched through the utensils. He selected a wooden spoon that had a thick handle. "There aren't any metal ones that have a grip I think will work just yet, so, use this for tonight. I'll come up with something." He handed the wooden spoon to the boy. "Now eat."
Tyr sat back down and watched with satisfaction, as Harper was able to grasp the thick handle and started to eat his soup. The Nietzschean stared into his bowl as he dipped his spoon for another bite - his mind finally grasping how much Harper did need help. He had understood the ramifications of what the doctor had said the boy suffered from his oxygen hypoxia, but they had never fully hit him until now. Harper had a long road, but Tyr was determined to get the Harper he knows back and to take him home - Home to the Andromeda. Tyr wondered what obstacles the boy would have to get through, but he knew he would be there for the young man, a Human he considered a friend ...
Disclaimer: Tribune Entertainment owns the characters of Andromeda. No profit is being made.
Read and Review!
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Tyr and Harper made their way up into the mountains along a dirt path. They lumbered up the incline on a horse they shared. The Nietzschean didn't trust Harper's grip to ride alone. The planet Arabus was in its fall season. The air was pure, and crisp. The cabin they were headed for was secluded, but roomy. Tyr had requested this cabin in particular because he had used it a few years back when he needed to lie low. The wind sweeping down the mountain was filled with the scent of pine and the air was chilly. Harper shivered against Tyr's back.
"Do we need to stop and get a warmer shirt for you out of your pack?"
"No."
"No, what?" Tyr heard Harper sigh in frustration behind him.
"No, fine I am . we don't to have stop." Harper hated that his words came out so confused. He felt like an idiot and he thought Tyr must think him an imbecile.
"Well, if you're sure," Tyr said nothing to Harper about his speech. "It's only another mile until we reach the cabin."
Harper smiled slightly to himself. It was odd, but the Nietzschean in his own way had made Harper feel better by acting as if what he had said sounded normal.
**Later that Day**
The cabin was nestled in between tall trees and rested only a few feet from a large lake. Harper stood in the front room where a large fireplace took up a good portion of a wall. Tyr came in and put down some firewood he had gathered from the woodbin beside the house. Seamus looked at him and watched Tyr put the wood in the fireplace. "It's going to get cold tonight, Little Man. I don't want you getting sick." Harper rolled his eyes at the tall man. Tyr grinned. The young man was still trying to get used to the new light he saw Tyr in - it was different. He always considered Tyr a friend, but always assumed the Nietzschean saw him as an annoyance that had to be tolerated. Now, he understood that Tyr did see him as a friend and showed it not in words, but action.
**Two Hours Later**
"Hope you like soup," Tyr said as he placed a bowl in front of Harper. "It has a good meat stock and vegetables. I made the broth myself." Tyr poured himself a bowl and sat. Harper looked at the bowl, but didn't eat. "Come on, Harper. You have to eat boy. Don't you like soup?"
"Yes." Harper answered quietly.
"Then eat." Tyr dipped his spoon and started to eat. After five minutes had passed Harper still hadn't attempted to eat and it seemed the longer they sat at the table Tyr could hear Harper's heart rate increase. Anasazi put his spoon down with a sigh. "Okay, what is it, Little Man?" He saw Harper look up from the table with hesitant eyes. Tyr watched as Harper put his hand on the spoon and tried to grip the utensil, but dropped it - as the small handle was too difficult for him. The young man tried again and the spoon fell from his shaking grip and hit the wood floor. Tyr leaned forward and put a steadying hand on Harper's shaking one. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I'm an idiot."
"No .not.you.me." Harper separated his words deliberately, so that he could say them correctly. Tyr struck the table and his and Harper's soup splashed over their bowl edges a little. The young man shrank away the Nietzschean and dropped his eyes.
"Listen to me boy!" Tyr rose from the table. He walked over to Harper and put his hand on the boy's chin forcing him to look at him. "You are not an idiot. We have gone over this before," Tyr growled out. "It was my fault. I wasn't thinking. I'll say it again to make sure you heard before . you are not an idiot. Am I understood?" Harper looked at Tyr. "Am I understood?" Tyr asked again.
"Yes."
"Good." Tyr walked over to a drawer in the kitchen and searched through the utensils. He selected a wooden spoon that had a thick handle. "There aren't any metal ones that have a grip I think will work just yet, so, use this for tonight. I'll come up with something." He handed the wooden spoon to the boy. "Now eat."
Tyr sat back down and watched with satisfaction, as Harper was able to grasp the thick handle and started to eat his soup. The Nietzschean stared into his bowl as he dipped his spoon for another bite - his mind finally grasping how much Harper did need help. He had understood the ramifications of what the doctor had said the boy suffered from his oxygen hypoxia, but they had never fully hit him until now. Harper had a long road, but Tyr was determined to get the Harper he knows back and to take him home - Home to the Andromeda. Tyr wondered what obstacles the boy would have to get through, but he knew he would be there for the young man, a Human he considered a friend ...