Even Androids play the blues, part 8
Rommie was worried about what Dylan had said. She found herself clasping her saxophone case protectively, "Dylan, I don't know how you feel, or why you kissed me, but I love you. I've always loved you, and I don't want you to pretend that this was all some sort of joke, or that it didn't happen. I need to know if you have feelings for me."
Dylan nodded, "I understand what your saying. In truth, I don't know how I feel for you. I've always found you attractive, but you where a crewmate, a friend, after Gaheris, probably my best friend before the fall, and certainly my best friend since." He gently rested his hands on her shoulders, "I don't know how I feel for you, but I would like to find out."
Rommie nodded, her face downcast, "I understand." Dylan felt the pain in her voice. He put his hand under her chin and lifted it so she was looking him in the eye, "You asked me how I felt, and I told you the truth. I don't know how I feel, but I do know that I do have feelings for you. What ever happen, I want you to now that I will always be your friend, but I won't use you like Warrick used Pax." Rommie smiled, "Good. I don't want to loose you."
Dylan put an arm around her as they continued to walk back to the ship. Rommie nestled into Dylan's shoulder: there was something different about how he was holding her, something, better. He had often put his arm around her in a friendly way, to offer comfort or support, but it was different this time. She liked the way he was holding her closer, the way his hand was gently gripping her shoulder. She leaned against his shoulder, and he responded be gently kissing her on the top of her head.
The reached the airlock and stopped. Dylan turned to look at Rommie, "You realise that this not everyone is going to be happy with this?" Rommie nodded, "I know: Harper and Tyr." Dylan nodded, "One's going to feel rejected, the others not going to like it at all. In fact, Tyr might well be hostile towards you: He'll probably bring up Pax and Gabriel. Can you handle that?"
Rommie thought for a moment, then reached up and kissed Dylan on the cheek, "If I can put up with Tyr as he normally is, I'm sure I can put up with his when he's 'hostile' to me." Dylan smiled, wrapping his arms around her, "And as for where we go from here: I know you don't have to eat, but would you care to have diner with me in the captains privet mess tomorrow night?" Rommie smiled, "It's a date."
Dylan opened the airlock and they stepped through into the familiar corridors of the Andromeda. Rommie felt the gentle presence of the main AI on the edge of her mind, and stopped dead in her tracks. She sighed and closed her eyes, tuning out of the physical world and into the virtual reality of the ship's mainframe.
Rommie found herself standing before the main AI's persona. From the look in here eyes, she wasn't happy, "So, you told him." Rommie nodded, "I told him how I feel." Andromeda looked at her, "And you think he'll se us as different people?" Rommie returned the glair; "You partition off most of your feeling for Dylan to me when Gabriel was onboard. I think he'll be able to tell the difference between us."
Andromeda thought for a moment, then shrugged, "Can you blame me for being jealous?" Rommie laughed, "No, not really. I'll keep my emotions to me self so you don't end up like Pax." Andromeda nodded then embraced her Avatar, "Good luck."
Rommie came-to in the real world, and found Dylan looking at her, a worried expression on his face, "Are you ok?" Rommie smiled, "Yes, I just had to have a privet talk with myself to clear up a few things, but it's sorted now." Dylan still looked worried, "And is she ok with 'us'?" Rommie smiled, "We agreed to keep things separate: I'll keep my emotions to myself so they don't affect her, and she'll not pry into my relationship with you. That way, if things go badly between us, it won't affect her."
Dylan smiled as he walked Rommie to her quarters. They stopped at the door and he kissed her goodnight, "Like I said, I don't know quite how I feel for you, but I am looking forward to dinner tomorrow." Rommie smiled, her eyes bright, "So am I, but we do have something else to do before then: we have to tell the others." Dylan's face fell slightly, "You're right. We'll tell them tomorrow at breakfast. Goodnight." Rommie smiled, "Goodnight."
TBC
Rommie was worried about what Dylan had said. She found herself clasping her saxophone case protectively, "Dylan, I don't know how you feel, or why you kissed me, but I love you. I've always loved you, and I don't want you to pretend that this was all some sort of joke, or that it didn't happen. I need to know if you have feelings for me."
Dylan nodded, "I understand what your saying. In truth, I don't know how I feel for you. I've always found you attractive, but you where a crewmate, a friend, after Gaheris, probably my best friend before the fall, and certainly my best friend since." He gently rested his hands on her shoulders, "I don't know how I feel for you, but I would like to find out."
Rommie nodded, her face downcast, "I understand." Dylan felt the pain in her voice. He put his hand under her chin and lifted it so she was looking him in the eye, "You asked me how I felt, and I told you the truth. I don't know how I feel, but I do know that I do have feelings for you. What ever happen, I want you to now that I will always be your friend, but I won't use you like Warrick used Pax." Rommie smiled, "Good. I don't want to loose you."
Dylan put an arm around her as they continued to walk back to the ship. Rommie nestled into Dylan's shoulder: there was something different about how he was holding her, something, better. He had often put his arm around her in a friendly way, to offer comfort or support, but it was different this time. She liked the way he was holding her closer, the way his hand was gently gripping her shoulder. She leaned against his shoulder, and he responded be gently kissing her on the top of her head.
The reached the airlock and stopped. Dylan turned to look at Rommie, "You realise that this not everyone is going to be happy with this?" Rommie nodded, "I know: Harper and Tyr." Dylan nodded, "One's going to feel rejected, the others not going to like it at all. In fact, Tyr might well be hostile towards you: He'll probably bring up Pax and Gabriel. Can you handle that?"
Rommie thought for a moment, then reached up and kissed Dylan on the cheek, "If I can put up with Tyr as he normally is, I'm sure I can put up with his when he's 'hostile' to me." Dylan smiled, wrapping his arms around her, "And as for where we go from here: I know you don't have to eat, but would you care to have diner with me in the captains privet mess tomorrow night?" Rommie smiled, "It's a date."
Dylan opened the airlock and they stepped through into the familiar corridors of the Andromeda. Rommie felt the gentle presence of the main AI on the edge of her mind, and stopped dead in her tracks. She sighed and closed her eyes, tuning out of the physical world and into the virtual reality of the ship's mainframe.
Rommie found herself standing before the main AI's persona. From the look in here eyes, she wasn't happy, "So, you told him." Rommie nodded, "I told him how I feel." Andromeda looked at her, "And you think he'll se us as different people?" Rommie returned the glair; "You partition off most of your feeling for Dylan to me when Gabriel was onboard. I think he'll be able to tell the difference between us."
Andromeda thought for a moment, then shrugged, "Can you blame me for being jealous?" Rommie laughed, "No, not really. I'll keep my emotions to me self so you don't end up like Pax." Andromeda nodded then embraced her Avatar, "Good luck."
Rommie came-to in the real world, and found Dylan looking at her, a worried expression on his face, "Are you ok?" Rommie smiled, "Yes, I just had to have a privet talk with myself to clear up a few things, but it's sorted now." Dylan still looked worried, "And is she ok with 'us'?" Rommie smiled, "We agreed to keep things separate: I'll keep my emotions to myself so they don't affect her, and she'll not pry into my relationship with you. That way, if things go badly between us, it won't affect her."
Dylan smiled as he walked Rommie to her quarters. They stopped at the door and he kissed her goodnight, "Like I said, I don't know quite how I feel for you, but I am looking forward to dinner tomorrow." Rommie smiled, her eyes bright, "So am I, but we do have something else to do before then: we have to tell the others." Dylan's face fell slightly, "You're right. We'll tell them tomorrow at breakfast. Goodnight." Rommie smiled, "Goodnight."
TBC