After serving out her time, Beka went back on duty. It wasn't the same. Harper, Rev and Trance didn't treat her any different. They knew what she was about and got her. It was Rommie and Tyr who treated her differently. They weren't quite openly hostile, at least, not when Dylan was around, but they avoided having anything to do with her unless they absolutely had to. It bothered her more than she cared to admit.
One day, when she was in the Mess Hall picking, Dylan came in and sat down next to her. "How are things going?"
"Not great. This ship of yours is still holding a grudge against me, as is everybody's favorite Nietzschean."
"I'm sorry to hear that but, I can't interfere. You'll have to work that out between you."
"I know but, I wonder if I can."
"Oh, I'm sure you can. After all, you survived being trapped in an avalanche with no permanent damage. I think you can survive this."
"Maybe. You don't seem to be holding my little treasure hunt against me."
"I disiplined you and Harper. You both served it. End of story. Plus, you both served it with a minimum of complaint, which impressed me. I think you might be turning High Guard in spite of yourselves."
"Bite your tongue." She attempted to swat him but, he danced nimbly out of reach. "See you around." He was laughing as he left.