Coming to Terms
Chapter Four - Simple Realities
Thank you to all the people on the forum thingame, ok my English skill has gone poof seeing as I've not been to college for three days but I will go tomorrow . I will stay there for longer then an hour too . long story! Here's the next chapter, enjoy it, there are only two more left now.
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"It took him long enough to come in here last time,"
Dylan looked towards his ships human avatar, wiping the sweat from his brow. "He's scarred Rommie," The captain was doing some of the work he had previously relied on Harper to do. He cursed aloud as he singed another finger; he stuck the sore into his mouth, allowing the saliva to heal it.
The door went and Dylan looked up, more then a little surprised to see Harper standing rigidly in the doorway; he stayed frozen that way for a while, his all ready troubled mind lost in memories. Dylan caught sight of Rev Bem standing just behind Harper and nodded slightly. "It's good that your down here again Harper."
The engineer looked to him but did not seem to register his presence, looking hurt, confused and dazed. "Maybe now you're here you can look at that for me, every time I think I'm getting somewhere I end up frying my fingers." As if for proof, he held up the three, burnt, fingers.
This worked in snapping the engineer out of his daze; he looked past Dylan at the conduit. "You would do, you've got to cut the flow first." He removed what looked like an enlarged hairclip from his equipment and moved to the conduit, snapping the clip in place. "Now you can run repairs on it without hurting your fingers. Just make sure you remember to take the clip off or you've got to find a very good engineer or a new ship." Dylan smiled ever so slightly, glad that the young human was outwardly a little better.
"I'll leave that in your more then capable hands," he said, glad to be away from the tedious and yet necessary repair work. He lost sight of the young man as Harper ducked beneath the panel. "A quick word Rev Bem,"
The two walked outside, the door shutting behind them, leaving the android inside with Harper. "How'd you manage to get him to go back in there?" Dylan could not help but ask, the Magog held himself as was usual, looking up slightly to the tall human.
"He just does not want to be alone; I told him that someone would stay with him."
"How long do you think it'll take before he can be left alone in there again?"
As much as Dylan had come to trust and be friends with 'Andromeda's' new crew he still needed a fully operational engineer. The shaggy furred being shook his head. "As long as it needs," He said vaguely. "Harper is a young man staring at his own mortalities closeness, nothing much can help with that." Regret marked his voice for a while and Dylan nodded; he was not sure how he would face the situation that Harper was in.
His hand went to the Monks shoulder, "Help him as much as you can."
"I can only try, Harper must first help himself."
"As much as you can,"
The human set a brisk pace away from him, heading to the command deck. Rev Bem paused for thought a moment outside the door. "Have you told anyone what you nearly did to yourself?" The avatars voice cut clearly to him and he paused for a moment more.
"Pass me that tool," The young male's voice was quieter and partially ordering. "No, why would I?"
"It makes me significantly uncomfortable being the only one who knows."
"I'm 'significantly uncomfortable' too Rommie!"
There was a pause in which Rommie moved and Harper paused in his work for a brief moment. "You have to tell someone what you nearly did,"
The Magog held his breath; he feared he knew what was coming. "Put it down to what it is Rommie, suicide!" The fated words passed Harper's lips and Rev Bem closed his, he had feared that Harper would try to kill himself. "If I'm going to die anyway then what's the point in this senseless waiting?!"
"Because there's a chance ."
"Because you all refuge to face the simple reality - I'm dying!" The brutal tones to his voice made the listening being shake his head, it was sad that Harper seemingly had no hope at all.
He re-entered the room, this was going to take a lot longer then it had seemed initially, Rommie left as he was entering seeming to realise that he had overheard, infact it was probably her intention. There was an awkward pause, in which Harper kept working. "I . heard what was said,"
"No great surprise, it was probably what she wanted! She wasn't being very subtle."
"A life without hope is a bleak place."
Harper stood, walking to place a tool down, coming face to face with Rev Bem, he ignored the contact and went back to what he was doing but he was feeling very uncomfortable. "Even in the blackest night we know the solace of sunrise will end it. We will find a way, Seamus, we will find the answer." The two locked eyes again, a desperate hope in Harper's eyes.
The door opened again and the moment was broken; Harper had ducked back under the panel when Rev Bem's eyes had been turned to the door. "Oh, I didn't know you were here." Trance's voice cut through the quiet. "Dylan asked me to help him down here."
"Dylan left when Harper arrived."
"Harper?"
"Yeh?"
She looked around quickly for him, seeming to be happy that he was there and she smiled slightly. "Do you want me to stay here and help?" She queried, Rev Bem excused himself and left, he had to think and to pray for an improbable miracle.
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Chapter Four - Simple Realities
Thank you to all the people on the forum thingame, ok my English skill has gone poof seeing as I've not been to college for three days but I will go tomorrow . I will stay there for longer then an hour too . long story! Here's the next chapter, enjoy it, there are only two more left now.
~*~*~
"It took him long enough to come in here last time,"
Dylan looked towards his ships human avatar, wiping the sweat from his brow. "He's scarred Rommie," The captain was doing some of the work he had previously relied on Harper to do. He cursed aloud as he singed another finger; he stuck the sore into his mouth, allowing the saliva to heal it.
The door went and Dylan looked up, more then a little surprised to see Harper standing rigidly in the doorway; he stayed frozen that way for a while, his all ready troubled mind lost in memories. Dylan caught sight of Rev Bem standing just behind Harper and nodded slightly. "It's good that your down here again Harper."
The engineer looked to him but did not seem to register his presence, looking hurt, confused and dazed. "Maybe now you're here you can look at that for me, every time I think I'm getting somewhere I end up frying my fingers." As if for proof, he held up the three, burnt, fingers.
This worked in snapping the engineer out of his daze; he looked past Dylan at the conduit. "You would do, you've got to cut the flow first." He removed what looked like an enlarged hairclip from his equipment and moved to the conduit, snapping the clip in place. "Now you can run repairs on it without hurting your fingers. Just make sure you remember to take the clip off or you've got to find a very good engineer or a new ship." Dylan smiled ever so slightly, glad that the young human was outwardly a little better.
"I'll leave that in your more then capable hands," he said, glad to be away from the tedious and yet necessary repair work. He lost sight of the young man as Harper ducked beneath the panel. "A quick word Rev Bem,"
The two walked outside, the door shutting behind them, leaving the android inside with Harper. "How'd you manage to get him to go back in there?" Dylan could not help but ask, the Magog held himself as was usual, looking up slightly to the tall human.
"He just does not want to be alone; I told him that someone would stay with him."
"How long do you think it'll take before he can be left alone in there again?"
As much as Dylan had come to trust and be friends with 'Andromeda's' new crew he still needed a fully operational engineer. The shaggy furred being shook his head. "As long as it needs," He said vaguely. "Harper is a young man staring at his own mortalities closeness, nothing much can help with that." Regret marked his voice for a while and Dylan nodded; he was not sure how he would face the situation that Harper was in.
His hand went to the Monks shoulder, "Help him as much as you can."
"I can only try, Harper must first help himself."
"As much as you can,"
The human set a brisk pace away from him, heading to the command deck. Rev Bem paused for thought a moment outside the door. "Have you told anyone what you nearly did to yourself?" The avatars voice cut clearly to him and he paused for a moment more.
"Pass me that tool," The young male's voice was quieter and partially ordering. "No, why would I?"
"It makes me significantly uncomfortable being the only one who knows."
"I'm 'significantly uncomfortable' too Rommie!"
There was a pause in which Rommie moved and Harper paused in his work for a brief moment. "You have to tell someone what you nearly did,"
The Magog held his breath; he feared he knew what was coming. "Put it down to what it is Rommie, suicide!" The fated words passed Harper's lips and Rev Bem closed his, he had feared that Harper would try to kill himself. "If I'm going to die anyway then what's the point in this senseless waiting?!"
"Because there's a chance ."
"Because you all refuge to face the simple reality - I'm dying!" The brutal tones to his voice made the listening being shake his head, it was sad that Harper seemingly had no hope at all.
He re-entered the room, this was going to take a lot longer then it had seemed initially, Rommie left as he was entering seeming to realise that he had overheard, infact it was probably her intention. There was an awkward pause, in which Harper kept working. "I . heard what was said,"
"No great surprise, it was probably what she wanted! She wasn't being very subtle."
"A life without hope is a bleak place."
Harper stood, walking to place a tool down, coming face to face with Rev Bem, he ignored the contact and went back to what he was doing but he was feeling very uncomfortable. "Even in the blackest night we know the solace of sunrise will end it. We will find a way, Seamus, we will find the answer." The two locked eyes again, a desperate hope in Harper's eyes.
The door opened again and the moment was broken; Harper had ducked back under the panel when Rev Bem's eyes had been turned to the door. "Oh, I didn't know you were here." Trance's voice cut through the quiet. "Dylan asked me to help him down here."
"Dylan left when Harper arrived."
"Harper?"
"Yeh?"
She looked around quickly for him, seeming to be happy that he was there and she smiled slightly. "Do you want me to stay here and help?" She queried, Rev Bem excused himself and left, he had to think and to pray for an improbable miracle.
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