Disclaimer: Tribune owns the characters of Andromeda. No profit is being
made.
Note to Readers: I wanted to say thank you for the emails I receive concerning my Andromeda fanfic. Also, I wanted to say thanks for all the reviews and comments you take the time to leave when you're done reading!
Reviews and Comments are always welcome!
************************************************************************
Terra Firma
By Dawn Nyberg
"This is a crock, Tyr! I don't need to learn my ABC's. I know them!" Harper sat frustrated at the table in the kitchen trying to manage a writing instrument as he wrote. He had been practicing different motor and dexterity tasks for almost two weeks on an everyday basis that Tyr gave him. Tyr was a hard teacher, but surprisingly patient.
Tyr smiled behind the boy as he made lunch. "I never said you didn't know your alphabet, boy, but this is good practice for your motor skills as you write."
'Yeah, but did you have to give me both the ancient Earth alphabet and the Common alphabet. Geez, you're killin' me here."
"No one ever said anything worth doing well was going to be easy. Look, Harper, I gave you both because they are both very intricate in their own ways and you're getting very good practice with your dexterity - whether you want to believe it or not." Tyr looked over the young man's shoulder at his work. The writing was legible, but Harper had written the letters a little big because he was finding it difficult to grasp the pencil, but Tyr wanted the kid to try. "Looks good." He figured some positive reinforcement might help - even though the writing still needed work. He returned to the lunch preparations.
** Twenty Minutes Later **
"Done."
Tyr looked over the boy's handy work. He noticed that the letters toward the end were getting smaller and better. "Good. You can do it again after lunch."
"What!?" Tyr just dropped a look on the young man.
"I know . practice makes perfect, right?"
"I know this hasn't been easy, Little Man, but you've made such progress. I'm proud of you."
"Thanks Big Guy. I'm sorry I've been a pain in the ass."
"You haven't. Now, the stew is almost done and then we'll eat."
The window in the kitchen was open a crack and a breeze came in. Harper smelled the air. "Smells strange."
"What does?"
"The air."
Tyr opened the window a bit more and took in a deep breath. "Strange? It just smells like snow is coming."
"Snow? Really?" Harper said in excitement.
"You grew up on Earth Little Man and you never saw snow?"
"Nah, where I lived we never got snow. It rained a lot and it would get cold, but I never saw snow. Wow, snowballs - I've only heard of them. Hey, do we have enough food? I mean people get snowed in, right? I've heard of that."
"We have plenty," Tyr said with amusement.
** Meanwhile on he Andromeda **
"Do you think he's okay?" Beka stood next to Dylan in the Command deck.
"I'm sure he is, Beka."
"Have you heard from Tyr anymore?"
"Beka, I told you that he sent the message from Arabus when they arrived and he said he wouldn't be sending any others until they were ready to come back."
"I know. It's just that I worry. I mean. Tyr as a nursemaid . I can't picture that."
"I don't think Tyr offering to look after Harper has anything to do with being a nursemaid. He knew he was the only one that could make it work and he was right."
"It's been over a month Dylan. It's going on two."
"Beka, you know Harper had a long road, but something tells me with Tyr it'll be a lot shorter than it would have been with anyone else - including us."
"I know you're right."
** Back on Arabus - the next day **
Tyr was sound asleep when something woke him. He lay there trying to discern what it was. The cabin felt cold - he knew the fire needed stoked and more wood added. It was still early, but the sun had all ready come up. Then he heard it again - a muffled yell like it was coming from outside.
"Tyr!"
The Nietzschean bolted upright in his bed. That voice belonged to Harper. "Tyr!"
Tyr threw on some cloths quickly, "What has the boy gotten himself into." He ran for the front door. He stopped on the porch. The ground was covered in snow and large flakes were steadily falling.
"Tyr!" Harper was laughing at the large flakes as they fell. "This is too cool." Tyr shook his head.
"Boy," his voice was low as he stalked down to Harper. "The next time you wake me out of a sound sleep screaming my name - you'd better be in trouble." He was smacked with a snowball in the chest just as he finished his threat.
"Bull's-eye!" Harper danced around. "So, what do you have to say about that?" He said smiling with satisfaction as Tyr wiped away the snow.
"Run." Tyr's voice was serious.
Harper knew that tone and he did run. Tyr grabbed some snow and made a snowball. Harper dodged and weaved, but Tyr was tracking him and he nailed the kid in the back. "Got you!" He yelled with satisfaction. They exchanged volleys for a while - finally, Harper yelled a truce and they both quit. Harper had a hand full of snow in his hand and was eating it as he walked toward Tyr. The Nietzschean looked at him. "Don't eat that."
"Why? Its just snow."
"You'll lower your body temperature and I don't want you getting sick."
"Fine." Harper dropped the snow and brushed what was left on his jacket.
"Come on," Tyr encouraged. "You're soaked from head to toe."
Harper ran a hand through his wet hair. He might be cold and wet, but this was the best fun he'd had in a long time. Tyr grabbed more wood on their way back inside the cabin. Tyr added more wood to the fire and the cabin warmed up. Harper came out of his room in a fresh set of dry clothes.
"You have writing to do today, Little Man."
"I know." Harper sneezed. "Excuse me."
Tyr turned and looked at the boy. "Are you getting sick?"
"It was just a sneeze Tyr."
"Nothing is just a sneeze with you, Harper."
"I'm fine." The boy rolled his eyes at the tall Nietzschean.
"If you say so. Well, go get to work on your writing. I'll make some breakfast after I get out of these wet cloths. How does pancakes sound?"
"Great."
Tyr walked into his room and closed the door. As he changed clothes his mind returned to outside in the snow - despite his best efforts he did enjoy himself. The kid was getting stronger every day. From the other room he heard Harper sneeze again, he shook his head slightly and mumbled under his breath, "just a sneeze, huh?" He finished dressing and headed back out toward the main room. Today, he felt that he and Harper had found some solid ground between each other - a Human and a Nietzschean.
Note to Readers: I wanted to say thank you for the emails I receive concerning my Andromeda fanfic. Also, I wanted to say thanks for all the reviews and comments you take the time to leave when you're done reading!
Reviews and Comments are always welcome!
************************************************************************
Terra Firma
By Dawn Nyberg
"This is a crock, Tyr! I don't need to learn my ABC's. I know them!" Harper sat frustrated at the table in the kitchen trying to manage a writing instrument as he wrote. He had been practicing different motor and dexterity tasks for almost two weeks on an everyday basis that Tyr gave him. Tyr was a hard teacher, but surprisingly patient.
Tyr smiled behind the boy as he made lunch. "I never said you didn't know your alphabet, boy, but this is good practice for your motor skills as you write."
'Yeah, but did you have to give me both the ancient Earth alphabet and the Common alphabet. Geez, you're killin' me here."
"No one ever said anything worth doing well was going to be easy. Look, Harper, I gave you both because they are both very intricate in their own ways and you're getting very good practice with your dexterity - whether you want to believe it or not." Tyr looked over the young man's shoulder at his work. The writing was legible, but Harper had written the letters a little big because he was finding it difficult to grasp the pencil, but Tyr wanted the kid to try. "Looks good." He figured some positive reinforcement might help - even though the writing still needed work. He returned to the lunch preparations.
** Twenty Minutes Later **
"Done."
Tyr looked over the boy's handy work. He noticed that the letters toward the end were getting smaller and better. "Good. You can do it again after lunch."
"What!?" Tyr just dropped a look on the young man.
"I know . practice makes perfect, right?"
"I know this hasn't been easy, Little Man, but you've made such progress. I'm proud of you."
"Thanks Big Guy. I'm sorry I've been a pain in the ass."
"You haven't. Now, the stew is almost done and then we'll eat."
The window in the kitchen was open a crack and a breeze came in. Harper smelled the air. "Smells strange."
"What does?"
"The air."
Tyr opened the window a bit more and took in a deep breath. "Strange? It just smells like snow is coming."
"Snow? Really?" Harper said in excitement.
"You grew up on Earth Little Man and you never saw snow?"
"Nah, where I lived we never got snow. It rained a lot and it would get cold, but I never saw snow. Wow, snowballs - I've only heard of them. Hey, do we have enough food? I mean people get snowed in, right? I've heard of that."
"We have plenty," Tyr said with amusement.
** Meanwhile on he Andromeda **
"Do you think he's okay?" Beka stood next to Dylan in the Command deck.
"I'm sure he is, Beka."
"Have you heard from Tyr anymore?"
"Beka, I told you that he sent the message from Arabus when they arrived and he said he wouldn't be sending any others until they were ready to come back."
"I know. It's just that I worry. I mean. Tyr as a nursemaid . I can't picture that."
"I don't think Tyr offering to look after Harper has anything to do with being a nursemaid. He knew he was the only one that could make it work and he was right."
"It's been over a month Dylan. It's going on two."
"Beka, you know Harper had a long road, but something tells me with Tyr it'll be a lot shorter than it would have been with anyone else - including us."
"I know you're right."
** Back on Arabus - the next day **
Tyr was sound asleep when something woke him. He lay there trying to discern what it was. The cabin felt cold - he knew the fire needed stoked and more wood added. It was still early, but the sun had all ready come up. Then he heard it again - a muffled yell like it was coming from outside.
"Tyr!"
The Nietzschean bolted upright in his bed. That voice belonged to Harper. "Tyr!"
Tyr threw on some cloths quickly, "What has the boy gotten himself into." He ran for the front door. He stopped on the porch. The ground was covered in snow and large flakes were steadily falling.
"Tyr!" Harper was laughing at the large flakes as they fell. "This is too cool." Tyr shook his head.
"Boy," his voice was low as he stalked down to Harper. "The next time you wake me out of a sound sleep screaming my name - you'd better be in trouble." He was smacked with a snowball in the chest just as he finished his threat.
"Bull's-eye!" Harper danced around. "So, what do you have to say about that?" He said smiling with satisfaction as Tyr wiped away the snow.
"Run." Tyr's voice was serious.
Harper knew that tone and he did run. Tyr grabbed some snow and made a snowball. Harper dodged and weaved, but Tyr was tracking him and he nailed the kid in the back. "Got you!" He yelled with satisfaction. They exchanged volleys for a while - finally, Harper yelled a truce and they both quit. Harper had a hand full of snow in his hand and was eating it as he walked toward Tyr. The Nietzschean looked at him. "Don't eat that."
"Why? Its just snow."
"You'll lower your body temperature and I don't want you getting sick."
"Fine." Harper dropped the snow and brushed what was left on his jacket.
"Come on," Tyr encouraged. "You're soaked from head to toe."
Harper ran a hand through his wet hair. He might be cold and wet, but this was the best fun he'd had in a long time. Tyr grabbed more wood on their way back inside the cabin. Tyr added more wood to the fire and the cabin warmed up. Harper came out of his room in a fresh set of dry clothes.
"You have writing to do today, Little Man."
"I know." Harper sneezed. "Excuse me."
Tyr turned and looked at the boy. "Are you getting sick?"
"It was just a sneeze Tyr."
"Nothing is just a sneeze with you, Harper."
"I'm fine." The boy rolled his eyes at the tall Nietzschean.
"If you say so. Well, go get to work on your writing. I'll make some breakfast after I get out of these wet cloths. How does pancakes sound?"
"Great."
Tyr walked into his room and closed the door. As he changed clothes his mind returned to outside in the snow - despite his best efforts he did enjoy himself. The kid was getting stronger every day. From the other room he heard Harper sneeze again, he shook his head slightly and mumbled under his breath, "just a sneeze, huh?" He finished dressing and headed back out toward the main room. Today, he felt that he and Harper had found some solid ground between each other - a Human and a Nietzschean.