Summary: A drabble. Contains minor het and slash, so continue at your own risk.
Codes: Um… Tyr/crew
Disclaimer: Tribune owns all rights to Andromeda. All I did was borrow it for use in my twisted little tale.
Rating: G
Spoilers: "Shadows Cast By A Final Salute"
Setting: After "Shadows Cast By A Final Salute."
Feedback: Please! Praise and constructive criticism welcome. Flames will be used to burn Kevin Sorbo's effigy. (On second thought, I shouldn't say that; it'll only encourage them.)
Archive: Ask first, and I'll probably say yes.
Author's Note: This is a minor tribute and dedication to KHC, who will be sorely missed aboard Andromeda next season.
Growing Shadows
By B.L.A. the Mouse
They stood at a console in Command deck. He said, "Tyr told me he would-" and stopped.
She finished, "Before he left," in understanding. They looked at each other a moment, silent, before he broke.
"I miss him."
"We all do."
"And I hate him!"
"I know."
In distress, he rested his forehead against her shoulder. Her hands came up, cradled his head, spread reassuringly over his back. Muffled, he managed, "And I loved him."
"Me too," she whispered, as her shirt became wet with his tears, but it didn't matter to either of them because she was crying too.
The End
