The Hunter, part 22
Rommie lay on the bunk, looking up at the ceiling: It had been two days since they had arrived at New St. Petersburg and she had surrendered to the waiting lancers. For two days she had had no one to talk to, nothing to do, so she was quite surprised when the door opened and Ann walked in.
She sat up and looked at the other Avatar, "And what can I do for you?" Ann shrugged, "I just thought that you might want someone to talk to." Rommie smiled, "Thanks, I've been going stir-crazy with boredom. Have a seat." Ann sat down on a chair opposite Rommie's bed, "Dylan's been in meetings with fleet-command almost non-stop since you got back. I don't know what they've been saying, but he's very tired." Rommie smiled, "He's trying to convince them to give Dex and me full pardons for the things we've done in Commonwealth space."
Ann seamed confused, "Is this due to your feelings for each other?" Rommie nodded, "Yep! We want to be together, but I can't stay if their going to send me to prison or dismantle me, and Dylan can't leave because of his sense of duty compels him to see this thing with the Magog through to the end. The course of true-love never runs smooth!" Ann seemed nervous, "Can I ask you for some advice about relationships?"
Rommie shrugged, "If you think I can be any help, go ahead." Ann moved her chair closer, "For the last few mouths have been having, well, 'feelings', for someone on the crew, but I don't know if they feel the same about me." Rommie was intrigued, "Who?" Ann smiled nervously, "Harper." Rommie burst out laughing.
Ann seemed worried, "What's wrong?" Rommie fought to control herself, "The last thing you have to worry about is Harper not having feelings for you: he built me because he was in love with Andromeda, so the chances are he's got a major crush on you!" Ann breathed a deep sigh of relief and smiled, "I'm so glad you said that: I was getting worried that he'd reject me like." Ann trailed off. Rommie shrugged it off, "You can say it: like Dylan rejected me. I don't care about that anymore: he knows he loves me now, and that's all I care about."
The door opened again to reveal a Lancer-sergeant, her forcelance at the ready, "The Captain want to see you on the observation deck." Ann stood, "I'll escort her Sergeant." The lancer thought for a moment, and then nodded her consent. Ann and Rommie walked along the corridors, crewmember staring at them as they passed. Rommie couldn't help but laugh at it: the two avatars; spot the difference? They finally reached the observation deck, and Ann stopped by the door, "Good luck." Rommie smiled. "And the same to you."
Rommie opened the hatch and stepped through.
TBC
Rommie lay on the bunk, looking up at the ceiling: It had been two days since they had arrived at New St. Petersburg and she had surrendered to the waiting lancers. For two days she had had no one to talk to, nothing to do, so she was quite surprised when the door opened and Ann walked in.
She sat up and looked at the other Avatar, "And what can I do for you?" Ann shrugged, "I just thought that you might want someone to talk to." Rommie smiled, "Thanks, I've been going stir-crazy with boredom. Have a seat." Ann sat down on a chair opposite Rommie's bed, "Dylan's been in meetings with fleet-command almost non-stop since you got back. I don't know what they've been saying, but he's very tired." Rommie smiled, "He's trying to convince them to give Dex and me full pardons for the things we've done in Commonwealth space."
Ann seamed confused, "Is this due to your feelings for each other?" Rommie nodded, "Yep! We want to be together, but I can't stay if their going to send me to prison or dismantle me, and Dylan can't leave because of his sense of duty compels him to see this thing with the Magog through to the end. The course of true-love never runs smooth!" Ann seemed nervous, "Can I ask you for some advice about relationships?"
Rommie shrugged, "If you think I can be any help, go ahead." Ann moved her chair closer, "For the last few mouths have been having, well, 'feelings', for someone on the crew, but I don't know if they feel the same about me." Rommie was intrigued, "Who?" Ann smiled nervously, "Harper." Rommie burst out laughing.
Ann seemed worried, "What's wrong?" Rommie fought to control herself, "The last thing you have to worry about is Harper not having feelings for you: he built me because he was in love with Andromeda, so the chances are he's got a major crush on you!" Ann breathed a deep sigh of relief and smiled, "I'm so glad you said that: I was getting worried that he'd reject me like." Ann trailed off. Rommie shrugged it off, "You can say it: like Dylan rejected me. I don't care about that anymore: he knows he loves me now, and that's all I care about."
The door opened again to reveal a Lancer-sergeant, her forcelance at the ready, "The Captain want to see you on the observation deck." Ann stood, "I'll escort her Sergeant." The lancer thought for a moment, and then nodded her consent. Ann and Rommie walked along the corridors, crewmember staring at them as they passed. Rommie couldn't help but laugh at it: the two avatars; spot the difference? They finally reached the observation deck, and Ann stopped by the door, "Good luck." Rommie smiled. "And the same to you."
Rommie opened the hatch and stepped through.
TBC