Beka woke up in her bunk on the Maru to find Trance standing over her with a smile on her face. She was back to her golden shine, although she hadn't really turned purple again. "We've got work to do," she said. Beka sat up, recovered from the dizziness, and got out of her bunk.
Dylan met her halfway to the command deck. "Feeling better?" he asked. "I feel like yesterday was just a dream, now."
"Me too," Beka said vacantly. "Is everybody back to normal?"
"Well… Almost everybody."
"Harper?"
"We can't find him right now."
"Oh, great. We've got an insane engineer running loose on the ship…" Beka sighed as they walked into command. She looked shocked as she looked out into empty space. "What about the ships that were attacking us?"
"I took care of them," Charlemagne rang in. "After some friendly weapon's fire, they just left."
"It wasn't exactly friendly fire, Bolivar," Tyr said as he turned around. "You practically vaporized five of their ships."
"Four," Charlemagne corrected. "Only four."
"Dylan, we've found Harper," Rommie's voice came over the comm. link system. "We're taking him to the med deck now. I think he'll be out for a while."
"You didn't damage him, did you, Rommie?" Dylan said with a smile.
"Only a little," Rommie laughed.
"Wait just a minute!" Beka suddenly shouted. "Why is it that yesterday, all Hell broke loose on the ship, and now everything is all puppies and tulips?"
Everybody gave her a weird look. Dylan shook his head and smiled. "I have to tell you something, Beka."
"What?" Beka said suspiciously.
"None of this ever happened."
"WHAT!"
* * *
Beka found herself in her bunk on the Maru once again. She sat up and rubbed her eyes wearily, then wandered to command on Andromeda. When she got there, Dylan and Trance turned and looked at her. They looked at each other with huge smiles. "What?" Beka asked. She looked around. "Did Charlemagne and his men already leave?"
Trance raised an eyebrow. "Charlemagne Bolivar? He was never here, Beka."
"Yeah, he was. Don't tell me you guys can't remember yesterday." Blank stares answered her question. "Don't you remember the kitten, and Satrina Leander, and Charlemagne Bolivar, and the ships, and the serum? You guys have to remember the SERUM!" More blank stares.
"I think she had too much to drink," Trance whispered.
"I think so, too," Dylan whispered back. "Whatever you want to believe Beka."
"But it really happened! What are you talking about? Too much to drink of what?"
Harper wandered through the door whistling an old Frank Sinatra tune. He stopped when he saw Beka. "Oh, hello, Rebecca." He held in a laugh. "Or should I say Strawberry? Feeling any better this," he looked at his watch, "afternoon?"
"WHAT?!" Beka was starting to get irritated. "I have no idea what any of you are talking about!"
"You had quite a good time last night at the casino," Dylan answered. "How many drinks did she have again, Harper?"
"Ten shots of tequila, three beers, and a Sparky," Harper said as he counted off on his fingers all the different drinks she had. "Plus body shots."
"BODY SHOTS?" Beka shouted.
"Oh yeah. Some stud muffin you met at the bar," Harper laughed again.
Beka put a hand on her forehead. "Oh, dear God," she said. "Is that why I smell like Vodka and strawberry Jell-O?" Harper nodded and laughed harder. Beka blushed bright red and ran out of command. Everybody laughed hysterically.
Trance walked to Harper and put her arm around his shoulders. "We should go to the casino more often." Harper nodded in agreement as he wiped a tear out of his eye.
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Okay, so this story had a really crappy ending. Sorry... I think by the time I was down to this chapter, I just got so tired of it, I wanted to end it. Why do I even write? I think all my stories are horrible. *Shakes head* I don't know anymore...
Dylan met her halfway to the command deck. "Feeling better?" he asked. "I feel like yesterday was just a dream, now."
"Me too," Beka said vacantly. "Is everybody back to normal?"
"Well… Almost everybody."
"Harper?"
"We can't find him right now."
"Oh, great. We've got an insane engineer running loose on the ship…" Beka sighed as they walked into command. She looked shocked as she looked out into empty space. "What about the ships that were attacking us?"
"I took care of them," Charlemagne rang in. "After some friendly weapon's fire, they just left."
"It wasn't exactly friendly fire, Bolivar," Tyr said as he turned around. "You practically vaporized five of their ships."
"Four," Charlemagne corrected. "Only four."
"Dylan, we've found Harper," Rommie's voice came over the comm. link system. "We're taking him to the med deck now. I think he'll be out for a while."
"You didn't damage him, did you, Rommie?" Dylan said with a smile.
"Only a little," Rommie laughed.
"Wait just a minute!" Beka suddenly shouted. "Why is it that yesterday, all Hell broke loose on the ship, and now everything is all puppies and tulips?"
Everybody gave her a weird look. Dylan shook his head and smiled. "I have to tell you something, Beka."
"What?" Beka said suspiciously.
"None of this ever happened."
"WHAT!"
* * *
Beka found herself in her bunk on the Maru once again. She sat up and rubbed her eyes wearily, then wandered to command on Andromeda. When she got there, Dylan and Trance turned and looked at her. They looked at each other with huge smiles. "What?" Beka asked. She looked around. "Did Charlemagne and his men already leave?"
Trance raised an eyebrow. "Charlemagne Bolivar? He was never here, Beka."
"Yeah, he was. Don't tell me you guys can't remember yesterday." Blank stares answered her question. "Don't you remember the kitten, and Satrina Leander, and Charlemagne Bolivar, and the ships, and the serum? You guys have to remember the SERUM!" More blank stares.
"I think she had too much to drink," Trance whispered.
"I think so, too," Dylan whispered back. "Whatever you want to believe Beka."
"But it really happened! What are you talking about? Too much to drink of what?"
Harper wandered through the door whistling an old Frank Sinatra tune. He stopped when he saw Beka. "Oh, hello, Rebecca." He held in a laugh. "Or should I say Strawberry? Feeling any better this," he looked at his watch, "afternoon?"
"WHAT?!" Beka was starting to get irritated. "I have no idea what any of you are talking about!"
"You had quite a good time last night at the casino," Dylan answered. "How many drinks did she have again, Harper?"
"Ten shots of tequila, three beers, and a Sparky," Harper said as he counted off on his fingers all the different drinks she had. "Plus body shots."
"BODY SHOTS?" Beka shouted.
"Oh yeah. Some stud muffin you met at the bar," Harper laughed again.
Beka put a hand on her forehead. "Oh, dear God," she said. "Is that why I smell like Vodka and strawberry Jell-O?" Harper nodded and laughed harder. Beka blushed bright red and ran out of command. Everybody laughed hysterically.
Trance walked to Harper and put her arm around his shoulders. "We should go to the casino more often." Harper nodded in agreement as he wiped a tear out of his eye.
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Okay, so this story had a really crappy ending. Sorry... I think by the time I was down to this chapter, I just got so tired of it, I wanted to end it. Why do I even write? I think all my stories are horrible. *Shakes head* I don't know anymore...