Past Reflections 4/?

Disclaimer: Andromeda, Harper, Tyr etc. don't belong to me, unfortunately. No infringement intended.
Authors Notes: Rated R due to possible slash content and violence. I have been having some formatting problems, so if this comes out crazy bear with me.
Harper Gets Mad Then Goes to Sleep

It only took twenty minutes after Harper went upstairs for two Nietzscheans to approach Tyr as he continued to sip his drink with practiced nonchalance.

"I didn't think there were any Kodiaks left alive after the attack on your home world." The Nietzschean to Tyr's left commented as he sat down without permission.

Tyr had to clench his teeth to keep from growling at the arrogant and disrespectful pup seated next to him. This Neanderthal had no sense of proper etiquette when talking to his superiors. To an Alpha such blatant disrespect could not be tolerated. By not introducing himself to an Alpha, the Sabra-Jaguar, not only was rude, but he challenged Tyr's position as Alpha of Kodiak. Although for the most part Tyr tends to forgo such customs with the humans, here he can not afford such insolence. It could be detrimental to their mission. Before the pudgy Jaguar could blink, he was slammed face-down on the countertop with a 244 pound Nietzschean's hand around his throat.

"I am Tyr Anastazi out of Victoria by Barbarosa. Alpha of Kodiak pride, and who might you be child?"

"Andar Saprem out of Trada by Oberon." The Nietzschean gasped out.

"Did you wish to dispute my claim as Alpha, boy?" Tyr growled tightening his hold on the Jaguar's throat.

"No.. Alpha.. I meant no offense. Forgive my presumption." Andar pleaded, letting his body go slack while gasping for breath.

"I have snapped people's necks for less offense." Tyr mentioned casually, caressing the others hair in a mocking gesture of affection. "However, I have more pressing things to occupy my time. Also I don't particularly feel like attracting undue attention to my actions so soon into my stay. My pet kludge may start whining."

As he released Saprem Tyr heard the snickers and whispers his comments caused.

"Forgive my Beta, and unfortunately cousin, for his ignorance. I am Mackenzie Fargo out of Trada by Valasquez." The second Nietzschean explained in the strong voice of a fellow Alpha, while Saprem took a cautious step backwards. "However it seems my 'pet' is not the only one in need of discipline. I am curious why you would let a mere kludge speak to you in such a manner." Fargo asked.

Tyr sneered at the Alpha, while he frantically tried to come up with an excuse for Harper's behavior. "I do not discipline my pets in front of others, not that I need to explain myself to you, but it is more entertaining in private." Tyr explained not at all looking forward to telling Harper of this latest development. "Speaking of which, I believe I have given the boy enough time to stew. If you happen to hear screaming do not come running. I will be busy."

He sneered maliciously at the two Nietzschean as he got up, leaving no need for speculation to the activities he would soon be partaking, as he made his way up to Harper's room. He didn't think the human would be amused to find he'd been claimed by a Nietzschean. Without knocking Tyr entered room 32 and made his way to where Harper lay in bed. Before Tyr could announce his presence however, he was staring down the barrel of Harper's blaster looking into the engineer's still-weary eyes. Harper placed his gun next to him on the bed, only after a tension filled glace at Tyr, all the while making sure the gun was well within reach. Under normal circumstances the human would at least make a token effort to hide his distrust of the larger man, but Harper was taking no chance on Braxux 7.

"Whoa big guy. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Harper asked after his heart rate did indeed slow down considerably. "You could have knocked, man."

"I couldn't very well knock on the door of my pet kludge now could I Master Harper?" Tyr asked, raising an eyebrow waiting for Harpers reaction.

"Excuse me?" Harper asked incredulously. "Repeat that."

"Neither one of us were expecting that bar to be full of Nietzscheans. If we hope to find the others our cover needs to be secure, and no Nietzschean Alpha would allow a kludge to speak to them in that way. Unless you were my pet and could punish you for your impudence, I could find no other solution." Tyr explained rationally.

"But I am not your pet, Tyr."

"I know that, and you know that, but you are going to have to act the part in front of anyone else. In this case you need to do what I say and act submissively."

"I will not-"

"It is the only way to save the crew, boy. Is your pride so important that you would let Dylan, Beka, and Trance rot on this world?" Tyr questioned harshly when it looked like Harper would still balk.

Before Harper could answer, Tyr roughly shoved him back on the bed, so he was sprawled across it with Tyr looming over him. Even though Harper didn't think the Kodiak would seriously injure him, years of survival instincts caused him to scramble for his discarded gun. Right before Harper could reach if however, Tyr casually knocked it to the floor. In an attempt to remain calm Harper tried to move out of the Nietzscheans reach without Tyr noticing, but he was quickly pinned underneath Tyr with his wrists in caught in a bruising grip above his head.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Harper snarled furiously, still trying to dislodge Tyr from on top of him.

"Teaching you a lesson boy. It is high time you were reminded who your superiors are." Tyr growled in Harper's astonished face, while single-handedly ripping his shirt from his body.

After a second of shocked disbelief Harper started to fight the Nietzschean frantically trying to escape and do as much damage as possible in the process. The terror was poring off of the engineer in waves as Tyr roughly caressed his chest, while rubbing his lower body against him, but that didn't stop Harper from tearing a groove in the hand that was holding him down drawing blood.

"You Uber bastard! Let me go, you son of a bitch! I will tear out you bone spur and cut your throat while you sleep, Anastazi." Harper bellowed.

A pained whimper escaped Harper when Tyr bit down roughly on his right nipple drawing blood. Pain flooded through Harper's chest leaving him whimpering helplessly as his body arched away from the painful sensations. As his vision start to blur at the edges, the pain unexpectedly stopped and a weight lifted off of Harper's body, giving him freedom of movement. Opening his eyes, Harper saw Tyr standing a few feet away from him leaning against the wall, with no hint of aggression on his face. Looking at Tyr's impassive countenance, Harper felt an all-consuming fury fill him the likes of which he hadn't felt in a very long time. In three steps Harper was standing in front of Tyr with the dagger he kept strapped to his back at Tyr's throat.

"What the hell was that?" Harper growled menacingly, only letting the blade up slightly in order for Tyr to answer the question.

"The Jaguar Alpha was attempting to spy on us. I heard him approach and did what needed to be done. If I had warned you and you had pretended to be hurt, even if you were particularly convincing, Fargo would have been able to smell the absence of fear from down the hall. You needed to believe I would have hurt you for the charade to be convincing." Tyr explained.

Harper remained motionless as he listened to Tyr's explanation trying to judge Tyr's sincerity. "I understand, and it was necessary. But if you ever do something like that again I will kill you." Harper said in a remarkably calm voice as he took the dagger away from Tyr's throat, but not before nicking his jugular in the process.

It took most of Tyr's self-control to keep himself from attacking the boy for threatening him with a knife. Without turning his back Harper made his way to the bathroom, presumably to clean the bite mark on his chest. When Harper left the room Tyr extended his hearing so he could observe the 'little professor.' As he expected, Tyr heard noises coinciding with water being used. What did surprise Tyr, and also helped to cool his ire however, was Harper mumbling to himself as he washed. "I'm fine… Not hurt… Just Tyr, not Dragans…. Not on Earth… safe…. Just Tyr… 'm fine…"

Tyr continued to listen as he remade the bed and picked up the blaster to put it on the table. He had just finished tidying and unpacking when Harper re-entered the room. Tyr carefully sat down in an armchair furthest away from Harper's position while keeping his hands in view. Harper snorted at Tyr's actions. It seemed the he thought Harper was going to go ape-shit again and attack him.

"So how are we going to use my status to our advantage?" Harper asked still not happy to be forced into submission by an Uber even if it was only a pretense. "You want me to cower at your feet fine, but this better get some results.."

"It will work. It should only be a matter of time before we can buy or barter information about the others. If we stick around long enough, I am sure to come across old business partners who could possibly help us for the proper incentive." Tyr explained.

"Alright. We should try to sleep while we can. Tomorrow we should start as early as possible. I might be able to find a merchant who can help us, if he is still on this planet that is." Harper mused in between a yawn as he made himself comfortable on the bed. He placed his two daggers beside the gun on the table beside the bed and burrowed under the covers. While Harper was doing his best to feign trying to sleep it was obvious to the Nietzschean that Harper to nervous to comfortably fall asleep. Without conscience thought Tyr took off his shirt and leather trousers and climbed into bed next to Harper.

Harper did his best to act oblivious but his increased heart rate gave him away. When his discomfort did not show signs of alleviating on it's own, Tyr placed a gentle hand on Harper's shoulder trying to sooth away the fear with an affectionate caress.

"I'm sorry I scared you, child. But we had limited options… I am aware of you hatred of my people and your dislike of me specifically. However, I would not intentionally cause you harm… You are safe in my care, Little Professor…… Sleep now."

And he did.