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Here's the next part.I must say wow!!! thanks really for all the kind words.
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Tyr had been coming to check on Beka and Harper. He was starting to believe they would never get off this damnable planet. He had thus discussed it with Dylan but he blatantly refused to cut their losses. Sooner or later he might have to. The boy might never improve. The man should think with his head once in a while. In the very least he consider looking for a new engineer.
It was then he heard footsteps and a racing heart. Beka ran blindly down the hallway. She had her eyes closed and she was crying. He had never seen her cry before.
It was then she ran head long in to his arms. She sobbed heavily in to his shoulder. "What is it? Is he dead?"
With his comments she beat her fists in to his chest angrily but continued to sob.
For the moment he could do nothing but return her embrace. When she finally managed some semi-balance of control he pulled her away. In a soft voice he whispered to her. "Tell me what happened."
"Harper." She had to swallow to keep her fragile emotions in check. "He attacked the new doctor. They . they jumped on him. I was afraid they hurt him .I-I was afraid he hurt them." a final rebellious sob escaped. "I just want him back." She shook her self free then. She wiped her arm across her eyes. "Sorry."
He ignored her apology. There was no need for it. "Would you like me to check on the situation."
Completely in control once more, "Yes please."
"Wait here." He pointed to a near by waiting area that had cushions. "Rest, gain control."
She gave a small nod and sunk down on one of the chairs.
Tyr studied her for a moment. If they weren't careful they would lose their first officer to. Tyr would discuss this with Dylan. Her access to Harper should be restricted. These visits couldn't be good for either of them. The crew couldn't stand another loss.
He turned towards the boy's room.
All seemed calm now. The doctor sat on a bench just outside Harper's room. He had livid red welts on his neck but seemed other wise unharmed.
The doctor smiled uneasily. "He's fine. It's all fine."
"What happened?"
"The session was going fine. Then suddenly he turned violent. I think I must have said something that triggered part of what he has been repressing."
Tyr leaned against the far wall and rubbed his chin in thought. "What did he say exactly?"
"He yelled something about breeding and not again."
"We were taken hostage once." Tyr's thoughts drifted back to the Magog world planet. "I've seen the boy stand up to men twice his size but the Magog had him frozen with fear. We were infected with Larvae. When he was a child he told me that some of his family was killed this way as well."
The Doctor swore lightly. "Dear Gawd, that's horrible. The Magog must be his trigger then. How. How did you survive? I heard it's lethal."
Tyr shrugged. "I am Neitzschean. He is lucky."
"Captain Valentine said you were on a planet looking for refugees. That is when he started acting differently. The refugees were from a Magog attack then. Were there any Magog left on the planet? Maybe the mere sight of one put him in to this trauma."
"I doubt it. We used to have one living with us in the ship. Besides there was none left on the planet."
The doctor raised his eyebrow in surprise. "You have lived interesting lives. I guess rebuilding the commonwealth is not with out some hazards."
"Indeed. May I see him?"
"He's sleeping. The nurses took the opportunity to attach some IV packs. He was dehydrated and not eating. I see no harm in you checking in on him."
The doctor let him in to Harper's room and closed the door behind him. It was just the two of them. The boy lay still on the small white cot. Tyr's eyes glanced around the room, it antiseptic and colourless. It did not suit the boy. Harper was messy and colourful. He pulled the chair from the desk over beside the bed. He had set beside Harper's sick bed before. If the boy had his senses he would not like it here he would miss his ship.
"Boy." He whispered. "These people.our crew, they need you and as a result I need you. I don't like it. My survival depends on the creation of another pride. I can not have two. Yet, as of now both are reliant on each other." Tyr placed his hand on Harper's forehead. "Get better. Deal with your demons. You are a strange child but you must live. Your story will become part of a greater tale." He looked at Harper for a moment more. "You are missed by all."
With that he straightened himself up and quietly left the room.
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The next morning Dr. Lemieux glanced through Seamus's window in to his room. He was surprised to see the standing in the middle of the room. He seemed alert. What was he doing? He had the desk chair standing on one leg. He seemed to be trying to balance it.
He knocked lightly and entered the room. The chair crashed to the floor.
"Damn." Seamus swore. "You broke my concentration. are you a doc?"
Dr. Lemieux nodded. "You don't remember me? We've met before."
"Sorry, I seem to have a bit of blank spot. I either got really drunk or had a wicked virus or something." He shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm surprised Trance didn't take care of me. Where am I?"
Dr. Lemieux looked at the boy shocked. He had been nearly catatonic only eight hours before. Now he seamed to be on over drive.
Seamus snapped his finger's. "Doc? Hello doc? You with me here? Where is everybody else?" Dr. Lemieux shook his head and focused on him. "They are here and I'm sure they will be overjoyed to see you so much better."
"Great tell them to gas Rommie up I'm ready to go."
"Whoa, whoa. All though you seem better I don't think you are ready to be discharged."
"What you mean? Look! No broken bones, no cuts. No guts on the floor.I'm fine."
"Mr. Harper this is a psychiatric facility."
This time it was Seamus' turn to look shocked. "You're kidding right?"
"I'm afraid not."
A look of disbelief, anger and fear crossed his face in a nano second "I need to see Beka.now."
TBC.
Here's the next part.I must say wow!!! thanks really for all the kind words.
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Tyr had been coming to check on Beka and Harper. He was starting to believe they would never get off this damnable planet. He had thus discussed it with Dylan but he blatantly refused to cut their losses. Sooner or later he might have to. The boy might never improve. The man should think with his head once in a while. In the very least he consider looking for a new engineer.
It was then he heard footsteps and a racing heart. Beka ran blindly down the hallway. She had her eyes closed and she was crying. He had never seen her cry before.
It was then she ran head long in to his arms. She sobbed heavily in to his shoulder. "What is it? Is he dead?"
With his comments she beat her fists in to his chest angrily but continued to sob.
For the moment he could do nothing but return her embrace. When she finally managed some semi-balance of control he pulled her away. In a soft voice he whispered to her. "Tell me what happened."
"Harper." She had to swallow to keep her fragile emotions in check. "He attacked the new doctor. They . they jumped on him. I was afraid they hurt him .I-I was afraid he hurt them." a final rebellious sob escaped. "I just want him back." She shook her self free then. She wiped her arm across her eyes. "Sorry."
He ignored her apology. There was no need for it. "Would you like me to check on the situation."
Completely in control once more, "Yes please."
"Wait here." He pointed to a near by waiting area that had cushions. "Rest, gain control."
She gave a small nod and sunk down on one of the chairs.
Tyr studied her for a moment. If they weren't careful they would lose their first officer to. Tyr would discuss this with Dylan. Her access to Harper should be restricted. These visits couldn't be good for either of them. The crew couldn't stand another loss.
He turned towards the boy's room.
All seemed calm now. The doctor sat on a bench just outside Harper's room. He had livid red welts on his neck but seemed other wise unharmed.
The doctor smiled uneasily. "He's fine. It's all fine."
"What happened?"
"The session was going fine. Then suddenly he turned violent. I think I must have said something that triggered part of what he has been repressing."
Tyr leaned against the far wall and rubbed his chin in thought. "What did he say exactly?"
"He yelled something about breeding and not again."
"We were taken hostage once." Tyr's thoughts drifted back to the Magog world planet. "I've seen the boy stand up to men twice his size but the Magog had him frozen with fear. We were infected with Larvae. When he was a child he told me that some of his family was killed this way as well."
The Doctor swore lightly. "Dear Gawd, that's horrible. The Magog must be his trigger then. How. How did you survive? I heard it's lethal."
Tyr shrugged. "I am Neitzschean. He is lucky."
"Captain Valentine said you were on a planet looking for refugees. That is when he started acting differently. The refugees were from a Magog attack then. Were there any Magog left on the planet? Maybe the mere sight of one put him in to this trauma."
"I doubt it. We used to have one living with us in the ship. Besides there was none left on the planet."
The doctor raised his eyebrow in surprise. "You have lived interesting lives. I guess rebuilding the commonwealth is not with out some hazards."
"Indeed. May I see him?"
"He's sleeping. The nurses took the opportunity to attach some IV packs. He was dehydrated and not eating. I see no harm in you checking in on him."
The doctor let him in to Harper's room and closed the door behind him. It was just the two of them. The boy lay still on the small white cot. Tyr's eyes glanced around the room, it antiseptic and colourless. It did not suit the boy. Harper was messy and colourful. He pulled the chair from the desk over beside the bed. He had set beside Harper's sick bed before. If the boy had his senses he would not like it here he would miss his ship.
"Boy." He whispered. "These people.our crew, they need you and as a result I need you. I don't like it. My survival depends on the creation of another pride. I can not have two. Yet, as of now both are reliant on each other." Tyr placed his hand on Harper's forehead. "Get better. Deal with your demons. You are a strange child but you must live. Your story will become part of a greater tale." He looked at Harper for a moment more. "You are missed by all."
With that he straightened himself up and quietly left the room.
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The next morning Dr. Lemieux glanced through Seamus's window in to his room. He was surprised to see the standing in the middle of the room. He seemed alert. What was he doing? He had the desk chair standing on one leg. He seemed to be trying to balance it.
He knocked lightly and entered the room. The chair crashed to the floor.
"Damn." Seamus swore. "You broke my concentration. are you a doc?"
Dr. Lemieux nodded. "You don't remember me? We've met before."
"Sorry, I seem to have a bit of blank spot. I either got really drunk or had a wicked virus or something." He shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm surprised Trance didn't take care of me. Where am I?"
Dr. Lemieux looked at the boy shocked. He had been nearly catatonic only eight hours before. Now he seamed to be on over drive.
Seamus snapped his finger's. "Doc? Hello doc? You with me here? Where is everybody else?" Dr. Lemieux shook his head and focused on him. "They are here and I'm sure they will be overjoyed to see you so much better."
"Great tell them to gas Rommie up I'm ready to go."
"Whoa, whoa. All though you seem better I don't think you are ready to be discharged."
"What you mean? Look! No broken bones, no cuts. No guts on the floor.I'm fine."
"Mr. Harper this is a psychiatric facility."
This time it was Seamus' turn to look shocked. "You're kidding right?"
"I'm afraid not."
A look of disbelief, anger and fear crossed his face in a nano second "I need to see Beka.now."
TBC.