Coming to Terms
Chapter 2 - Connotations
AN: OK maybe I am a fan of 'Andromeda' after all. Rommie's Voice - Thanks for the review, I realise that telling people I don't know the show well is a little dumb and to be honest I do love Harper so that fair's enough. Your review helped me because people never review my work so thank you! I was worried about the characters but if you think I have it right, then thank you again. This is indeed not finished . ok it is, I finished writing it but I need to post it! Dataport - Hmm I wondered about the spelling for a brief moment, thank you, I've changed it for the later chapters. Joan - Thank you all ways good to know I'm doing ok! I'm uh . am from the Uk yes, hence some of the spellings. Drakcir - Sinuous means lithe or supple, able to be curled, like Trance's tail.
Something I neglected to mention was that I suck with the whole internet doing thing, so there are parts of this in the original fiction which were in italics, these parts are marked with '' .. I was trying to use these to show you Harper's thoughts on things and I only ever try to get into his head so no one else's thoughts are seen.
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The ball hit the backboard, rolling once around the hoops rim before going in; she stuck her tongue out at him, looking triumphant. She threw him the ball; the two were not playing basketball as such, just shooting hoops, seeing who would win out of them. "What are you doing?" Tyr's voice boomed across to them.
"Basketball," Unfocused on the other being, Harper informed him; he lined up his shot and the ball clipped the rim before going in. "The refuge of the damned."
Trance looked towards him, clearly, the game had not distracted him as much as she had hoped; he smiled at her but there was clearly no heart to the grin. "Tyr, do you want to join us?" She invited, hoping that the addition of another played would make the game more interesting, the Nietzschean looked baffled and then annoyed.
"As much fun as that sounds I've got more important things to be done, this ship is in a state," He told her simply. He looked purposefully at Harper, making it quite clear whom he thought should be fixing the state of the ship when he had glowered enough he left. The two stood in silence for a long while.
Harper looked to Trance and she pretended that she could not feel his eyes on her, burrowing slowly into her soul. "He's right; it's my job to fix Rommie up, I'd better get back to work." Trance felt annoyed at Tyr briefly, for he had interrupted at the point where she seemed to be getting somewhere. She watched as her friend wiped his brow quickly and left.
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As much as he had tried to get away from the smell of the Magog, the scent had corrupted everything all but making him wretch. 'I bet the little guys are enjoying this; well they'll enjoy it even more when they are born and then are shot! Ha!' A sound from behind him made him freeze to the spot, a breath catching painfully in his throat. Sweat beaded on his forehead quickly, but he did not notice it as he chanced a look back.
He let the breath out that he had been holding, all but collapsing onto his side; a hand rubbed his forehead, just managing to dash away the few tears of utter fear that had sprang into his eyes. "Sorry, I did not mean to startle you." The Magog crawled towards him as Harper tried to look casual, yet he was invisibly shaking so much that what he was trying to work on would not seem to go together.
"It's ok, now you're here you can help me with these repairs." He was in one of the outermost conduits on the ship, Rev Bem must have come looking for him for there was no way that chance had brought him there. The Magog took up a tool and started to work besides him in silence, in the quiet a quote sprang into his mind; one which was so pointless that he focused on it 'No one hears what may be said, when sun is faded and moon is dead.' He thought about it for a little while, repeating it in his mind. ''When sun is faded' there's either the one sun or lots of little ones,' He reasoned. 'So it's many or one. Or of course it could mean the death of the sun - but then that'd be dead not faded.'
Rev Bem paused for a long moment in the silence, noting the human seemed to be distracted, deep were the thought lines the marred his forehead. "What are you thinking?" Harper jumped slightly and the Magog regretted making him startle in such a way. "Sorry," Harper shook his head to show that he did not place fault.
"This quote thing keeps bugging me; I'm trying to work out what it means."
"What is it?"
Harper placed the tool down he had been using, looking for a moment on the furred being besides him. "'No one hears what may be said, when sun is faded and moon is dead.'" He quoted at Rev Bem; the two fell more silent then before. "It's a dumb quote, forget it."
"Your mind is using it as a distraction."
Harper sighed slightly, suddenly all the thoughts and feelings that had been unconsciously suppressed were back, the things he had fought so hard to repress. "Harper," Rev Bem realised his error in telling Harper about the minds ways. He thought for a while, if only he could make Harper think on something other then his problem; "You could take the final line in many ways." The human did not look up, keeping his head lowered. "It could mean the literal fading of the sun and death of the moon, the point in the day at which the daylight is fading and yet the moon has not yet risen. At this point not many are awake so not many hear what is said."
"Or it could mean death,"
The human's voice was very low, very troubled and very pained. Rev Bem gritted his teeth, he had been trying to steer the conversation away from the quotes more obvious connotations. "A morbid thought,"
"Funnily enough it was one of the first,"
Another awkward silence fell, Harper's hand strayed to the tool again and he continued in his work. The Magog Monk said nothing but set to his own work. In the narrow crawl space a small alarm rang out louder then it would elsewhere, Harper answered its call, crawling form the vent; it could not be easy for him to forget when he had to remember to take medicine.
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AN: The more observant of you will know where I stole Harper's mind quote from . Gollum says it in 'The Two Tower's' which funnily enough isn't mine either. Leave a review if you can be bothered please, I do take everything in and hope to work on improving it.
For the record, I've not seen much further then this episode, infact I have to wait for Sunday's and it's not fun!
Chapter 2 - Connotations
AN: OK maybe I am a fan of 'Andromeda' after all. Rommie's Voice - Thanks for the review, I realise that telling people I don't know the show well is a little dumb and to be honest I do love Harper so that fair's enough. Your review helped me because people never review my work so thank you! I was worried about the characters but if you think I have it right, then thank you again. This is indeed not finished . ok it is, I finished writing it but I need to post it! Dataport - Hmm I wondered about the spelling for a brief moment, thank you, I've changed it for the later chapters. Joan - Thank you all ways good to know I'm doing ok! I'm uh . am from the Uk yes, hence some of the spellings. Drakcir - Sinuous means lithe or supple, able to be curled, like Trance's tail.
Something I neglected to mention was that I suck with the whole internet doing thing, so there are parts of this in the original fiction which were in italics, these parts are marked with '' .. I was trying to use these to show you Harper's thoughts on things and I only ever try to get into his head so no one else's thoughts are seen.
~*~*~
The ball hit the backboard, rolling once around the hoops rim before going in; she stuck her tongue out at him, looking triumphant. She threw him the ball; the two were not playing basketball as such, just shooting hoops, seeing who would win out of them. "What are you doing?" Tyr's voice boomed across to them.
"Basketball," Unfocused on the other being, Harper informed him; he lined up his shot and the ball clipped the rim before going in. "The refuge of the damned."
Trance looked towards him, clearly, the game had not distracted him as much as she had hoped; he smiled at her but there was clearly no heart to the grin. "Tyr, do you want to join us?" She invited, hoping that the addition of another played would make the game more interesting, the Nietzschean looked baffled and then annoyed.
"As much fun as that sounds I've got more important things to be done, this ship is in a state," He told her simply. He looked purposefully at Harper, making it quite clear whom he thought should be fixing the state of the ship when he had glowered enough he left. The two stood in silence for a long while.
Harper looked to Trance and she pretended that she could not feel his eyes on her, burrowing slowly into her soul. "He's right; it's my job to fix Rommie up, I'd better get back to work." Trance felt annoyed at Tyr briefly, for he had interrupted at the point where she seemed to be getting somewhere. She watched as her friend wiped his brow quickly and left.
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As much as he had tried to get away from the smell of the Magog, the scent had corrupted everything all but making him wretch. 'I bet the little guys are enjoying this; well they'll enjoy it even more when they are born and then are shot! Ha!' A sound from behind him made him freeze to the spot, a breath catching painfully in his throat. Sweat beaded on his forehead quickly, but he did not notice it as he chanced a look back.
He let the breath out that he had been holding, all but collapsing onto his side; a hand rubbed his forehead, just managing to dash away the few tears of utter fear that had sprang into his eyes. "Sorry, I did not mean to startle you." The Magog crawled towards him as Harper tried to look casual, yet he was invisibly shaking so much that what he was trying to work on would not seem to go together.
"It's ok, now you're here you can help me with these repairs." He was in one of the outermost conduits on the ship, Rev Bem must have come looking for him for there was no way that chance had brought him there. The Magog took up a tool and started to work besides him in silence, in the quiet a quote sprang into his mind; one which was so pointless that he focused on it 'No one hears what may be said, when sun is faded and moon is dead.' He thought about it for a little while, repeating it in his mind. ''When sun is faded' there's either the one sun or lots of little ones,' He reasoned. 'So it's many or one. Or of course it could mean the death of the sun - but then that'd be dead not faded.'
Rev Bem paused for a long moment in the silence, noting the human seemed to be distracted, deep were the thought lines the marred his forehead. "What are you thinking?" Harper jumped slightly and the Magog regretted making him startle in such a way. "Sorry," Harper shook his head to show that he did not place fault.
"This quote thing keeps bugging me; I'm trying to work out what it means."
"What is it?"
Harper placed the tool down he had been using, looking for a moment on the furred being besides him. "'No one hears what may be said, when sun is faded and moon is dead.'" He quoted at Rev Bem; the two fell more silent then before. "It's a dumb quote, forget it."
"Your mind is using it as a distraction."
Harper sighed slightly, suddenly all the thoughts and feelings that had been unconsciously suppressed were back, the things he had fought so hard to repress. "Harper," Rev Bem realised his error in telling Harper about the minds ways. He thought for a while, if only he could make Harper think on something other then his problem; "You could take the final line in many ways." The human did not look up, keeping his head lowered. "It could mean the literal fading of the sun and death of the moon, the point in the day at which the daylight is fading and yet the moon has not yet risen. At this point not many are awake so not many hear what is said."
"Or it could mean death,"
The human's voice was very low, very troubled and very pained. Rev Bem gritted his teeth, he had been trying to steer the conversation away from the quotes more obvious connotations. "A morbid thought,"
"Funnily enough it was one of the first,"
Another awkward silence fell, Harper's hand strayed to the tool again and he continued in his work. The Magog Monk said nothing but set to his own work. In the narrow crawl space a small alarm rang out louder then it would elsewhere, Harper answered its call, crawling form the vent; it could not be easy for him to forget when he had to remember to take medicine.
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AN: The more observant of you will know where I stole Harper's mind quote from . Gollum says it in 'The Two Tower's' which funnily enough isn't mine either. Leave a review if you can be bothered please, I do take everything in and hope to work on improving it.
For the record, I've not seen much further then this episode, infact I have to wait for Sunday's and it's not fun!