Authors note: this story takes place during series one, after Star-Crossed, but before It Makes A Lovely Light.

At this point I feel I should make it known that I came up with this story while hallucinating due to a high temperature.

Out of love for you. (Part 4)

Rommie smiled, "A wise decision, Captain Hunt. But remember this: I know you as well as you know yourself. Any attempts to resist or escape will be meet with deadly force." The link was cut. Dylan sank to the floor, trying to fully comprehend what had just happened: his ships Avatar at lured him into a careful laid ambush.

He looked up at Andromeda's holographic form, "Did you have anything to do with this?" his voice devoid of any malice. The hologram shook her head, "I'm sorry Dylan, I know nothing about this. My Avatar always has been an individual. She can, and obviously has, kept secrets from me." Dylan nodded, "It's ok Andromeda, it's not your fault."

Tyr looked at Harper, his voice full of scorn, "If that fool had not built the Avatar in the first place, we would not be in this mess!" Trance interceded, "If not for Rommie, we'd all be dead by now." Tyr was about to reply when Rev Bem walked through the hatch, "What has transpired?" Beka undid her safety harness and climbed out of the pilot's seat, "Rommie's sold us out to the Restors, that's what."

Andromeda's image appeared on the screen, "The Restors transport is preparing to dock in hanger two, they request that we meet them there. Un- armed." Dylan nodded, and placed his forcelance on the pilots seat. One by one, Beka, Harper and Tyr placed their weapons next to Dylan's. Trance coughed, and Tyr removed the rest of his weapons. Dylan nodded, "Ok, lets find out what happens next."