Ok! Where's the feedback?? I get 1 for my first part, a tone for my second n then none for my 3rd. Definite pattern there lol. Well I figured that maybe you didn't like the last part sooo here's the next. Hopefully I'll get feedback.
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Harper stared aimlessly at the mess of metal in front of him. Two hours. It had been two hours since Trance had snapped at him and for two hours it had been all he could think of. The look on her face, the anger in her eyes, the hatred in her voice, it all played itself out in his mind over and over again. The AG coils sat untouched on the Mess Hall table, a silent reminder that he had work to do.
Beka grinned mischievously at the engineer. 'Poor guy looks like he could use a little picker upper.' She snickered quietly and crept up on the unsuspecting Harper. Silently she came to stand behind him. She leaned over his shoulder and let out a loud, "Boo!"
Harper squealed, Beka laughed, and the table jumped. Harper's knee slammed into the metal table and he let out another, softer yelp. His heart raced and he glared at Beka as she sat down.
"Ow," he whimpered rubbing his knee softly trying to ease out the kink that was forming there. "Why do you always do that?"
"It's simple really, you always jump. It's funny. You're like a jack in the box." Beka teased with a grin stuck to her face.
"You're evil." Harper spat back.
"And you're a pest, so I guess were even."
Harper scoffed, "How, in your warped little mind, is that even?"
Beka shrugged, "Valentine Logic."
"More like Valentine Bullsh..."
"Hey! What's the matter with you?" Beka demanded softly. Harper ignored the question and turned back to tinkering with the coils. "Is it Trance?"
He sighed and bowed his head, "I'm sorry, I'm just confused right now." He paused, dropping his tools onto the table. "I didn't do anything to Trance to warrant her wrath. I just don't get it. Or her."
Beka's smile dropped at the pain etched in his words. "Maybe you should try talking to her..." She paused before continuing, "or apologizing."
"What!"
Beka cringed 'Should have kept my mouth shut.'
"Why should I apologize, huh? I didn't do anything. If anyone's going to apologize it's her!" He yelled.
"And if you did do something?" Beka tried to reason with him.
Harper paused to think, his features softening. "Then I'll apologize. But not before she does." Beka looked at him oddly. "What? C'mon. I'm not just gonna walk up to her and apologize for nothing. If I did something wrong she should have told me. I'm a genius not a psychic," he muttered. Beka sat back, somehow knowing that the venting had barely begun. "I don't even think I could have done something wrong. It's not exactly like we've hung out since she, changed." Harper, for the first time since the change, voiced his resentments. "I mean, is it just me that thinks the whole thing was weird? One minute she's purple Trance: cute, na•ve, and... purple. And the next she's warrior Trance: gold, scary, and mature, and not in a good way. In a scary street-punk-seen-the-dark-side-of-life kind of way. Like her heart's all shriveled up and cold." he sighed and leaned heavily on his arm.
"I know, Harper." Beka soothed, rubbing his back absently with her hand. "I find it kind of unsettling too."
A single silent tear trickled to the floor. Cloaked by the shadows, Trance listened intently to the conversation. Her hands gripped her empty coffee cup to her chest with each passing word. She'd come to refill it but what she got instead broke what was left of her 'shriveled and cold heart'. Wiping the tear away she slipped out, never hearing what Beka said next.
"She's still Trance though. Older or not."
"How do you know that, huh?" Harper straightened up and turned to look at her. Beka rolled her eyes and he continued. "Think of it. We can't do any exams on her cause we couldn't before, so there goes our physical evidence. And character wise she's totally different."
"Harper, Grow up! She came from a hellish future, would you be the same if you saw whatever she saw?" Beka glared at him.
Harper knew she was right but he couldn't help but wonder. Not just about Trance actually being here but about what did happen in the future. What could have been so bad that she would come back the way she is? Harper bowed to avoid Beka's accusing gaze.
Beka sighed and stood up. She started to walk away but stopped, glancing down at Harper. "Did you ever think that maybe, just maybe, the reason she tried to bite your head off was cause you haven't hung out with her? At all? Because none of us have?" Beka asked him softly then left him to think about it. Harper sighed, closing his eyes briefly. Opening them, he shook his head to clear it of the troubling thoughts lingering there. Picking up his tools, turning back to lose himself in the mindless task before him.
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TBC that is if feedback is given heh
Peace
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Harper stared aimlessly at the mess of metal in front of him. Two hours. It had been two hours since Trance had snapped at him and for two hours it had been all he could think of. The look on her face, the anger in her eyes, the hatred in her voice, it all played itself out in his mind over and over again. The AG coils sat untouched on the Mess Hall table, a silent reminder that he had work to do.
Beka grinned mischievously at the engineer. 'Poor guy looks like he could use a little picker upper.' She snickered quietly and crept up on the unsuspecting Harper. Silently she came to stand behind him. She leaned over his shoulder and let out a loud, "Boo!"
Harper squealed, Beka laughed, and the table jumped. Harper's knee slammed into the metal table and he let out another, softer yelp. His heart raced and he glared at Beka as she sat down.
"Ow," he whimpered rubbing his knee softly trying to ease out the kink that was forming there. "Why do you always do that?"
"It's simple really, you always jump. It's funny. You're like a jack in the box." Beka teased with a grin stuck to her face.
"You're evil." Harper spat back.
"And you're a pest, so I guess were even."
Harper scoffed, "How, in your warped little mind, is that even?"
Beka shrugged, "Valentine Logic."
"More like Valentine Bullsh..."
"Hey! What's the matter with you?" Beka demanded softly. Harper ignored the question and turned back to tinkering with the coils. "Is it Trance?"
He sighed and bowed his head, "I'm sorry, I'm just confused right now." He paused, dropping his tools onto the table. "I didn't do anything to Trance to warrant her wrath. I just don't get it. Or her."
Beka's smile dropped at the pain etched in his words. "Maybe you should try talking to her..." She paused before continuing, "or apologizing."
"What!"
Beka cringed 'Should have kept my mouth shut.'
"Why should I apologize, huh? I didn't do anything. If anyone's going to apologize it's her!" He yelled.
"And if you did do something?" Beka tried to reason with him.
Harper paused to think, his features softening. "Then I'll apologize. But not before she does." Beka looked at him oddly. "What? C'mon. I'm not just gonna walk up to her and apologize for nothing. If I did something wrong she should have told me. I'm a genius not a psychic," he muttered. Beka sat back, somehow knowing that the venting had barely begun. "I don't even think I could have done something wrong. It's not exactly like we've hung out since she, changed." Harper, for the first time since the change, voiced his resentments. "I mean, is it just me that thinks the whole thing was weird? One minute she's purple Trance: cute, na•ve, and... purple. And the next she's warrior Trance: gold, scary, and mature, and not in a good way. In a scary street-punk-seen-the-dark-side-of-life kind of way. Like her heart's all shriveled up and cold." he sighed and leaned heavily on his arm.
"I know, Harper." Beka soothed, rubbing his back absently with her hand. "I find it kind of unsettling too."
A single silent tear trickled to the floor. Cloaked by the shadows, Trance listened intently to the conversation. Her hands gripped her empty coffee cup to her chest with each passing word. She'd come to refill it but what she got instead broke what was left of her 'shriveled and cold heart'. Wiping the tear away she slipped out, never hearing what Beka said next.
"She's still Trance though. Older or not."
"How do you know that, huh?" Harper straightened up and turned to look at her. Beka rolled her eyes and he continued. "Think of it. We can't do any exams on her cause we couldn't before, so there goes our physical evidence. And character wise she's totally different."
"Harper, Grow up! She came from a hellish future, would you be the same if you saw whatever she saw?" Beka glared at him.
Harper knew she was right but he couldn't help but wonder. Not just about Trance actually being here but about what did happen in the future. What could have been so bad that she would come back the way she is? Harper bowed to avoid Beka's accusing gaze.
Beka sighed and stood up. She started to walk away but stopped, glancing down at Harper. "Did you ever think that maybe, just maybe, the reason she tried to bite your head off was cause you haven't hung out with her? At all? Because none of us have?" Beka asked him softly then left him to think about it. Harper sighed, closing his eyes briefly. Opening them, he shook his head to clear it of the troubling thoughts lingering there. Picking up his tools, turning back to lose himself in the mindless task before him.
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TBC that is if feedback is given heh
Peace