Ok major kudos to everyone who gave me feedback. It's totally appreciated and it lets me know that I'm not just doing this for my own benefit. (I'm slightly obsessed lol!!) This next part is brought to you by, my lovely beta and best friend, Sherry. Gotta love her.
Rating: it's still pg-ish thought watchout for *gasp* violence. Ok so it's not explosions and missing limbs violence but its still violence.
A tormented whimper escaped Trance's lips. Tender flesh collided with harsh metal. The jagged edges pierced her skin. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid!' she scolded herself. Her anger transferred from her clenched fists to the wall. With each thrust it dwindled more and more till her anger at herself, at the universe, turned into a deep misery. Depleted, her arms dropped to her sides, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Her forehead came to rest on the cool metal and her legs gave out. Her body went lax and she slid to the cool metal floor. She'd lost control. She couldn't believe she'd lost it. No longer able to hold in her frustrations she clung to herself. Eye's squeezed shut she tried desperately to forget the look on Harper's face. The look of shock and pain, pain she had caused him.
Dylan slowed to a stop and hesitated before calling her name into the dark room. Trance didn't respond. Her thoughts, her mind, caught up in her own little world.
"Rommie?" Dylan called out quietly.
"Yes Dylan?" Rommie's voice came over the com.
"Are you sure Trance is in Hydroponics?" He asked tilting his head, trying vainly to get a better view of the dark room.
"I have video confirmation." Rommie answered.
"Thanks Rommie." Taking a deep breath he stepped inside. "Lights, one quarter." His commanding voice rang out clearly in the stale silence. The room erupted with a soft glow. A faint intake of breath penetrated the air.
"Hey." Dylan whispered tenderly.
Trance's head snapped up from its huddled position. Her eyes danced in the low light. Dylan's heart broke at the site of the tear tracks staining her cheeks. Embarrassed, she turned away and wiped fiercely at her tears. Catching her breath she pushed herself up the wall.
"Trance." He stepped forward but she stopped him with a stern look.
"Get out." Her voice cracked despite her hardened features and rigid body language. Dylan rolled his eyes, ignoring her request. He strolled leisurely to Trance's main worktable. His calloused thumb stroked the leaf of a Seroulian Black Rose. The translucent petal shimmering at the soft caress.
"There used to be an unwritten rule, back when I was still a Captain in a thriving Commonwealth." Dylan said, keeping his back to her. His was voice soft as if he were telling a young child a bedtime story.
"Dylan," she pleaded, her voice begging him to leave.
He ignored her and continued his story. "In not so many words, it states that a Commander, a good Commander, is obligated to take care of the people under him. To protect them from enemies, even allies, but especially from themselves to the best of his abilities."
"Is Rommie still collecting the supply list?" Trance asked in an inane attempt to change the subject.
"I don't know about the rest of the Universe but I still adhere to this rule." Dylan persisted, turning around to face her. "Something's bothering you Trance, it has been since..."
"I'm just wondering cause the Med Bay is in need of a few things." She interrupted forcing him to trail off in exasperation.
"Trance." He spoke firmly, obviously annoyed.
"I know," Her face brightened and she grabbed a flexi, "I'll make my own list and give it to her. Hopefully I'm not too late."
Dylan grabbed the flexi from the wide-eyed Trance. "Look if you can't talk to me at least try and talk to Harper. He deserves that much."
"Fine!" She snapped, grabbing her flexi back and storming out. Dylan sighed in frustration, running his hand through his long hair. He honestly didn't know what to do. For the first time in his life he didn't have a plan or an idea. All that he truly could do was wait it out. 'I hate waiting.' He grumbled to himself.
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"There's nothing inside her,
She's weak and she's tired,
A feeling like this...
And they rise in the morning,
And they sleep in the dark.
And even though nobody's looking,
She's falling apart."
-She's Falling Apart- by Lisa Loeb
****
A/N and Disclaimers: I don't own Andromeda, it belongs to someone else(I can't remember who so I'll havta get back to you on that one), or the song "She's Falling Apart", it belongs to Lisa Loeb.
Oh and last but not least r/r!! please and thank you's (`^_^)
Gimpy.
Peace.
Rating: it's still pg-ish thought watchout for *gasp* violence. Ok so it's not explosions and missing limbs violence but its still violence.
A tormented whimper escaped Trance's lips. Tender flesh collided with harsh metal. The jagged edges pierced her skin. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid!' she scolded herself. Her anger transferred from her clenched fists to the wall. With each thrust it dwindled more and more till her anger at herself, at the universe, turned into a deep misery. Depleted, her arms dropped to her sides, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Her forehead came to rest on the cool metal and her legs gave out. Her body went lax and she slid to the cool metal floor. She'd lost control. She couldn't believe she'd lost it. No longer able to hold in her frustrations she clung to herself. Eye's squeezed shut she tried desperately to forget the look on Harper's face. The look of shock and pain, pain she had caused him.
Dylan slowed to a stop and hesitated before calling her name into the dark room. Trance didn't respond. Her thoughts, her mind, caught up in her own little world.
"Rommie?" Dylan called out quietly.
"Yes Dylan?" Rommie's voice came over the com.
"Are you sure Trance is in Hydroponics?" He asked tilting his head, trying vainly to get a better view of the dark room.
"I have video confirmation." Rommie answered.
"Thanks Rommie." Taking a deep breath he stepped inside. "Lights, one quarter." His commanding voice rang out clearly in the stale silence. The room erupted with a soft glow. A faint intake of breath penetrated the air.
"Hey." Dylan whispered tenderly.
Trance's head snapped up from its huddled position. Her eyes danced in the low light. Dylan's heart broke at the site of the tear tracks staining her cheeks. Embarrassed, she turned away and wiped fiercely at her tears. Catching her breath she pushed herself up the wall.
"Trance." He stepped forward but she stopped him with a stern look.
"Get out." Her voice cracked despite her hardened features and rigid body language. Dylan rolled his eyes, ignoring her request. He strolled leisurely to Trance's main worktable. His calloused thumb stroked the leaf of a Seroulian Black Rose. The translucent petal shimmering at the soft caress.
"There used to be an unwritten rule, back when I was still a Captain in a thriving Commonwealth." Dylan said, keeping his back to her. His was voice soft as if he were telling a young child a bedtime story.
"Dylan," she pleaded, her voice begging him to leave.
He ignored her and continued his story. "In not so many words, it states that a Commander, a good Commander, is obligated to take care of the people under him. To protect them from enemies, even allies, but especially from themselves to the best of his abilities."
"Is Rommie still collecting the supply list?" Trance asked in an inane attempt to change the subject.
"I don't know about the rest of the Universe but I still adhere to this rule." Dylan persisted, turning around to face her. "Something's bothering you Trance, it has been since..."
"I'm just wondering cause the Med Bay is in need of a few things." She interrupted forcing him to trail off in exasperation.
"Trance." He spoke firmly, obviously annoyed.
"I know," Her face brightened and she grabbed a flexi, "I'll make my own list and give it to her. Hopefully I'm not too late."
Dylan grabbed the flexi from the wide-eyed Trance. "Look if you can't talk to me at least try and talk to Harper. He deserves that much."
"Fine!" She snapped, grabbing her flexi back and storming out. Dylan sighed in frustration, running his hand through his long hair. He honestly didn't know what to do. For the first time in his life he didn't have a plan or an idea. All that he truly could do was wait it out. 'I hate waiting.' He grumbled to himself.
****
"There's nothing inside her,
She's weak and she's tired,
A feeling like this...
And they rise in the morning,
And they sleep in the dark.
And even though nobody's looking,
She's falling apart."
-She's Falling Apart- by Lisa Loeb
****
A/N and Disclaimers: I don't own Andromeda, it belongs to someone else(I can't remember who so I'll havta get back to you on that one), or the song "She's Falling Apart", it belongs to Lisa Loeb.
Oh and last but not least r/r!! please and thank you's (`^_^)
Gimpy.
Peace.