Chapter Three
Rommie sighed as she danced with Harper but it wasn't a sigh of contentment or pleasure but of aggravation. Harper was trying as usual to get closer to her, and already had his hands on her lower back.
"Harper move your hands even lower and I promise you I'll break them".
"Rommie I would never do anything to upset you".
"Well you are knock it off".
Rommie spotted Trance who was nearby and shot her a pleading look. Thankfully Trance understood and came over to them. "Harper come let's have a dance together".
"But I already have a partner". He whined.
Trance grabbed him and using her strength pulled him away from Rommie and out onto the dance floor before he could protest. Rommie smiled, got rid of the pest.
Well he had created her and she would always be thankful for that, but her gratitude for him only went to a certain extent. Now I can find Dylan. Unfortunately fate intervened once again in the form of Charlamaine Bolivar.
"Ah Andromeda how good to see you".
"It's Rommie" she replied crossly.
"Oh I'm sorry, how about a dance? I saw how good you are, and we can talk about your captain".
"Very well, one dance and that's final" Together they walked to where others were dancing, Rommie wanting to get this over with.
Dylan walked into the corridor with Andromeda. "All right what do you need to talk about"?
"You and my Avatar"
"What about the two of us?"
"I saw how you were looking at her, are you in love with her?"
"What if I am Andromeda, it has nothing to do with you".
"She is my Avatar; I need her at her best".
"Whatever happens between me and Rommie will be between the two of us, now I suggest you turn your attention back to the ship" Dylan began walking away from her only to run into Beka looking quite upset.
"Dylan I need to talk to you"
Does everybody and everything have a vendetta against me? He thought to himself. "Yes Beka what is it?"
"It's about Tyr and could affect your efforts to restore your Commonwealth".
Suddenly Dylan was all ears.
Later that night Rommie sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. Harper had done a good job of designing her, but did he do it because this was what he wanted her to be? He had also designed her so she could sleep like a human could but this night she could not sleep.
Thoughts of Dylan ran rampant through her mind, and the cold shower she had taken had not helped. I'll go to the ship's garden maybe that would help. She grabbed her favorite blue robe and slipped it on over her gown. Why not? She thought it's after midnight everyone should be asleep.
She walked down the quiet corridors which were barely lit, in deference to the night cycle when she heard a sound coming from the gym, something bouncing according to her sensors.
Suddenly a basketball whizzed by her hitting the wall and Dylan came out and quickly stopped in his tracks. "Hello Rommie".
"Hi Dylan" she replied, barely able to talk. She was distracted by the fact he had no shirt on and he was glistening with sweat.
Dylan looked her over forgetting about his game of basketball. "So that's an interesting new uniform" he commented.
"Oh.well...I.I couldn't sleep and I didn't think anyone would be up". She was so tongue tied as the temperature in her body seemed to go up.
Not to mention the fact that they were alone, so very alone.
Rommie sighed as she danced with Harper but it wasn't a sigh of contentment or pleasure but of aggravation. Harper was trying as usual to get closer to her, and already had his hands on her lower back.
"Harper move your hands even lower and I promise you I'll break them".
"Rommie I would never do anything to upset you".
"Well you are knock it off".
Rommie spotted Trance who was nearby and shot her a pleading look. Thankfully Trance understood and came over to them. "Harper come let's have a dance together".
"But I already have a partner". He whined.
Trance grabbed him and using her strength pulled him away from Rommie and out onto the dance floor before he could protest. Rommie smiled, got rid of the pest.
Well he had created her and she would always be thankful for that, but her gratitude for him only went to a certain extent. Now I can find Dylan. Unfortunately fate intervened once again in the form of Charlamaine Bolivar.
"Ah Andromeda how good to see you".
"It's Rommie" she replied crossly.
"Oh I'm sorry, how about a dance? I saw how good you are, and we can talk about your captain".
"Very well, one dance and that's final" Together they walked to where others were dancing, Rommie wanting to get this over with.
Dylan walked into the corridor with Andromeda. "All right what do you need to talk about"?
"You and my Avatar"
"What about the two of us?"
"I saw how you were looking at her, are you in love with her?"
"What if I am Andromeda, it has nothing to do with you".
"She is my Avatar; I need her at her best".
"Whatever happens between me and Rommie will be between the two of us, now I suggest you turn your attention back to the ship" Dylan began walking away from her only to run into Beka looking quite upset.
"Dylan I need to talk to you"
Does everybody and everything have a vendetta against me? He thought to himself. "Yes Beka what is it?"
"It's about Tyr and could affect your efforts to restore your Commonwealth".
Suddenly Dylan was all ears.
Later that night Rommie sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. Harper had done a good job of designing her, but did he do it because this was what he wanted her to be? He had also designed her so she could sleep like a human could but this night she could not sleep.
Thoughts of Dylan ran rampant through her mind, and the cold shower she had taken had not helped. I'll go to the ship's garden maybe that would help. She grabbed her favorite blue robe and slipped it on over her gown. Why not? She thought it's after midnight everyone should be asleep.
She walked down the quiet corridors which were barely lit, in deference to the night cycle when she heard a sound coming from the gym, something bouncing according to her sensors.
Suddenly a basketball whizzed by her hitting the wall and Dylan came out and quickly stopped in his tracks. "Hello Rommie".
"Hi Dylan" she replied, barely able to talk. She was distracted by the fact he had no shirt on and he was glistening with sweat.
Dylan looked her over forgetting about his game of basketball. "So that's an interesting new uniform" he commented.
"Oh.well...I.I couldn't sleep and I didn't think anyone would be up". She was so tongue tied as the temperature in her body seemed to go up.
Not to mention the fact that they were alone, so very alone.
