Past Reflections 20/?
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.
Invisible Enemies
"Who are you fighting, little professor?" Tyr asked from his position just inside of the doorway. Harper was so involved in his practicing that he wasn't aware of the Nietschean's presence. When Tyr suddenly spoke, Harper lost his concentration and while trying to turn around and face the interloper, tripped and dropped the force lance. Tyr said nothing as the engineer hastily rose from his undignified position on the floor, watching amusedly as Harper cursed colorfully all the while rubbing his lower back.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Harper growled ignoring the smirk on Tyr's face. "And just how did you get in anyway?"
"I was concerned about your recent behavior and I convinced the ship to let me in." Tyr answered.
"I'm fine, big guy. Let it rest." Harper assured him flashing a fake smile in Tyr's direction, before he turned back to continue his workout.
"You are not fine." Tyr insisted, grabbing the fleeing engineer's arm gently to keep him from turning away. Harper looked angrily down at the spot where Tyr clutched his arm and tried to pull away with little success. "I am not as gullible as the rest of our crew. I know that you are deeply troubled and I will not leave here until I find out what is the matter."
"You will be waiting a long time then, Tyr. Now let me go." Growled Seamus as he fidgeted in place. Tyr merely tightened his grip slightly and dragged the struggling engineer over to the practice mats.
"I will release you once you tell me why you are attempting to work yourself to death." Tyr reiterated resolutely.
"Give me a break, will you? I am the sole engineer of a Commonwealth Warship. I am always busy and that isn't unusual." Harper explained patiently, looking as if Tyr had grown another head when he wasn't watching.
"That does not explain what you are doing in the training room at 0330 in the morning, however."
"Bugger off Tyr!" Harper yelled irritably while harshly pulling his arm from the large Nietschean's grasp. "If you are just here to rag on me, then leave. I was in the middle of something before you decided to pay me a visit."
"As you wish." Tyr acknowledged, casually extending his force lance at his side.
"What are you doing?"
"Since you obviously in the mood to fight something, I figured I would give you a real flesh and blood opponent, rather then invisible demons." Tyr explained nonchalantly, waiting for the explosion he was sure would follow his statement. He did not have long to wait.
"You know absolutely nothing about me Tyr, so why don't you just keep your genetically superior ass out of my business." Harper hissed taking a wild swing at the larger man. Tyr easily blocked the blow and reflected it back at the blonde.
"On the contrary Harper. I know quite a bit about you." Tyr explained, again dodging a haphazard attack to his ribs. "You are a survivor." Hit. "You are a intelligent, cunning engineer." Hit. "And you are a deeply private person, you are a wolf in sheep's clothing when you have to be. You intentionally try to seem clumsy and arrogant, so that everyone underestimates your true intelligence." Leg sweep. "On top of that, you are almost Nietschean in your resolve to live no matter what the universe throws at you." Parry. "And you are a romantic hidden deeply inside the realist you show to the world."
By the end of Tyr's exposition on Harper's traits they were both breathing heavy and each sported a variety of bruises. Harper had quieted somewhat from his open belligerence of earlier in the night, and was instead now looking at Tyr with something closely resembling awe.
"You see a lot." Harper commented softly lowering his weapon, looking at Tyr through narrowed eyes. "And I appreciate the concern for my well-being, but I will be my charming self eventually."
"Eventually?" Tyr asked, raising an eyebrow as he too lowered his force lance.
"Look, I don't expect you to understand and I didn't feel like getting into it with the others, but I am used to a certain amount of nightmares in my life. I generally lock my memories of Earth and Justaice in particular away, so that I don't consciously think about it. With the last mission, all of it was brought back, but I'm dealing with it." Harper explained in as little details as possible.
"By working yourself to exhaustion for over a week?" Tyr questioned.
"It is the only way I can get any sleep at all." Harper answered reluctantly, looking at the floor. He was therefore surprised when he was picked up and practically tossed over Tyr's left shoulder. Harper made an undignified squeak as Tyr stalked out of the training room. "Um.. Big Guy, where are we going?"
"To sleep." Tyr answered shortly, continuing to stride down the deserted hallways of the Andromeda. It was only after a few minutes of looking dazedly at Tyr's leather clad butt, that Harper realized they weren't headed to his quarters but to the Nietschean's instead.
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.
Invisible Enemies
"Who are you fighting, little professor?" Tyr asked from his position just inside of the doorway. Harper was so involved in his practicing that he wasn't aware of the Nietschean's presence. When Tyr suddenly spoke, Harper lost his concentration and while trying to turn around and face the interloper, tripped and dropped the force lance. Tyr said nothing as the engineer hastily rose from his undignified position on the floor, watching amusedly as Harper cursed colorfully all the while rubbing his lower back.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Harper growled ignoring the smirk on Tyr's face. "And just how did you get in anyway?"
"I was concerned about your recent behavior and I convinced the ship to let me in." Tyr answered.
"I'm fine, big guy. Let it rest." Harper assured him flashing a fake smile in Tyr's direction, before he turned back to continue his workout.
"You are not fine." Tyr insisted, grabbing the fleeing engineer's arm gently to keep him from turning away. Harper looked angrily down at the spot where Tyr clutched his arm and tried to pull away with little success. "I am not as gullible as the rest of our crew. I know that you are deeply troubled and I will not leave here until I find out what is the matter."
"You will be waiting a long time then, Tyr. Now let me go." Growled Seamus as he fidgeted in place. Tyr merely tightened his grip slightly and dragged the struggling engineer over to the practice mats.
"I will release you once you tell me why you are attempting to work yourself to death." Tyr reiterated resolutely.
"Give me a break, will you? I am the sole engineer of a Commonwealth Warship. I am always busy and that isn't unusual." Harper explained patiently, looking as if Tyr had grown another head when he wasn't watching.
"That does not explain what you are doing in the training room at 0330 in the morning, however."
"Bugger off Tyr!" Harper yelled irritably while harshly pulling his arm from the large Nietschean's grasp. "If you are just here to rag on me, then leave. I was in the middle of something before you decided to pay me a visit."
"As you wish." Tyr acknowledged, casually extending his force lance at his side.
"What are you doing?"
"Since you obviously in the mood to fight something, I figured I would give you a real flesh and blood opponent, rather then invisible demons." Tyr explained nonchalantly, waiting for the explosion he was sure would follow his statement. He did not have long to wait.
"You know absolutely nothing about me Tyr, so why don't you just keep your genetically superior ass out of my business." Harper hissed taking a wild swing at the larger man. Tyr easily blocked the blow and reflected it back at the blonde.
"On the contrary Harper. I know quite a bit about you." Tyr explained, again dodging a haphazard attack to his ribs. "You are a survivor." Hit. "You are a intelligent, cunning engineer." Hit. "And you are a deeply private person, you are a wolf in sheep's clothing when you have to be. You intentionally try to seem clumsy and arrogant, so that everyone underestimates your true intelligence." Leg sweep. "On top of that, you are almost Nietschean in your resolve to live no matter what the universe throws at you." Parry. "And you are a romantic hidden deeply inside the realist you show to the world."
By the end of Tyr's exposition on Harper's traits they were both breathing heavy and each sported a variety of bruises. Harper had quieted somewhat from his open belligerence of earlier in the night, and was instead now looking at Tyr with something closely resembling awe.
"You see a lot." Harper commented softly lowering his weapon, looking at Tyr through narrowed eyes. "And I appreciate the concern for my well-being, but I will be my charming self eventually."
"Eventually?" Tyr asked, raising an eyebrow as he too lowered his force lance.
"Look, I don't expect you to understand and I didn't feel like getting into it with the others, but I am used to a certain amount of nightmares in my life. I generally lock my memories of Earth and Justaice in particular away, so that I don't consciously think about it. With the last mission, all of it was brought back, but I'm dealing with it." Harper explained in as little details as possible.
"By working yourself to exhaustion for over a week?" Tyr questioned.
"It is the only way I can get any sleep at all." Harper answered reluctantly, looking at the floor. He was therefore surprised when he was picked up and practically tossed over Tyr's left shoulder. Harper made an undignified squeak as Tyr stalked out of the training room. "Um.. Big Guy, where are we going?"
"To sleep." Tyr answered shortly, continuing to stride down the deserted hallways of the Andromeda. It was only after a few minutes of looking dazedly at Tyr's leather clad butt, that Harper realized they weren't headed to his quarters but to the Nietschean's instead.
