Oppressed spirit
By Natta
Summary: Sequel to Abnormal relations and Tortured mind. Beka lives in a nightmare, will she ever find the courage to get out of it? Beka/Dylan, sort of.
Disclaimer: If I owned Andromeda, people wouldn't be racking on it so much...at least not the Dylan haters.
"Don't worry Beka. I'll take care of you...one way or the other.
- Dylan Hunt, Dance of the mayflies."
~Tyr~
It is strange. Once I knew Beka Valentine as a strong woman, very self- interested and almost nietchzean-like. I used to enjoy our sparring games, even though I'm much stronger than her she can get the upper hand now and then, using all the tricks she has hidden up in that cute blonde head.
But now...she's more of a kludge than Harper. After she entered a relationship with that excuse of a man Dylan Hunt, her self-preservation is at such a low level I'm starting to think it has gone on a permanent holiday. Or not right after, then she was still her old self, just a little changed by all the pathetic human love-bird stuff.
It was after she had a miscarriage. I can understand Dylan was devastated. In fact, I was the only one not upset that he didn't visit her during her stay on med deck afterwards. As a nietchzean, I know the pain of loosing your child, especially your firstborn, which is the highest goal and most important part of your life. But to hurt your woman....that goes past the limitations of my nietchzean understanding, which I must say is very broad. It does not conclude abuse.
Suddenly, Trance rushes past me, I grab her arm and pull her around. Her face is streaked with tears and I frown as she tries to pull away.
"What's wrong?" I ask, trying to use my nicest voice. My nicest voice isn't very nice, but I'm a nietchzean.
"It's Beka...and Rommie," she says and starts sobbing. I release her, but she doesn't run away. "Well, you saw Beka today and I spoke to Rommie," she paused for a hiccup, "and she said we couldn't do anything."
"What?!?" I burst out, then taking a few deep breaths to calm down. "Are you saying we are not going to help her?" Trance just looks at me with a pleading look and I shake my head.
I know what I have to do.
~Beka~
I know it's morning soon, but I hope I can still get a few more hours of peace before the show starts over again. The injuries I have hurts too much for words, especially after Dylan's harsh treatment of them last night. I just pray to the divine that I won't get pregnant again, since he never bothers to use protection. If I were to be pregnant, I could just see what would happen. He would be abusing me throughout the pregnancy, causing me to loose the baby again, which would only make him more angry. Make him hurt me more.
Suddenly, the doorbell chimes. I rush out of bed, forgetting my broken bones and with a whimper falling down in a heap on the floor. I can hear Dylan get out of bed, and soon he's at my side, lifting me up and putting me back between the covers. He does it all in a very loving way, but his eyes are cold, holding a silent promise of what will come later. I know I will pay the prize for the early morning visitor.
Without a word, he wraps a blanket around his waist and goes to open the door. From my position on the bed I can see Tyr's large form outside, and quickly pretends to be asleep. I can hear him and Dylan talk silently, and suddenly he shoves Dylan aside, striding up to me. He notices my nudity and hesitates for a split second before wrapping the sheet securely around me and scooping me up in his arms. Dylan looks completely dumbfounded and tries to stop him, but without success. Me, I just close my eyes again, stupidly pretending to be asleep.
When we're out of hearing range, Tyr stops, looking down at me.
"I know you're not asleep Beka," he says calmly. I peek open my eyes, feeling a bit stupid about pretending. I just don't know what to do now. Does he know? Well he has to know...or at least he must've guessed. He looks at me and his eyes are soft...almost human.
"Don't worry," he says, "I'll take you to safety."
~Tyr~
I carry Beka back to med bay. Taking her away from there was a stupid thing to do, she needs to heal. But what else can you expect from an abusing man like Dylan Hunt? I can't help but notice the fact that she feels dangerously light in my arms, neither can I ignore how thin she's become. I've lifted her before, when we're sparring which annoys her a lot since she can't lift me and that gives me an advantage. Anyway, when I lift her then, she wasn't very heavy, but never anything to worry about. The difference is shocking, almost scary. It wouldn't surprise me if he tries to starve her too. Or if she's too scared of him to eat. Or if she's too scared to hold it down.
The doors opens in front of me and I enter, Beka secure in my arms, her head resting back on my shoulder. Trance and Harper are sitting on one of the beds, Trance is crying and Harper's eyes are shiny too. When I enter, they both look up, breaking off their conversation. Trance's eyes widen and a wide smile starts to play on her lips.
"Beka!" she gasps, then looks at me. "Tyr, you got her!" Harper steps up behind her.
"Andromeda won't be happy about this," he says with irony, and I notice he doesn't call her Rom-doll anymore or not even Rommie. In a way, I understand the ship, she looks through logic. The problem is that her logic is clouded by loyalty for her captain. Harper's voice softens.
"Boss? Are you all right?" Beka looks at him. I can't see her face, but Harper turns down his face and I see the glimpse of a tear quickly leaving his eye. I know exactly what look Beka gave him. If that helpless look can make my nietchzean heart break, just imagine what it'd do to a mere human. Especially a mere human who loves her like a sister. Trance smiles, trying to light up the situation.
"You'll be just fine Beka," she says softly, then turns to me. "Put her on one of the beds." I do as she says, and when I lay Beka down, she turns her head to the side, not looking at anyone of us. Trance picks up some medicine and injects Beka with it.
"It's a painkiller and sedative," she says and I soon notice Beka's body going limp and her eyes closes. But the peace is not long, the doors opens and a now fully dressed devil, erm Dylan enters.
"What the hell do you think you are doing???" he barks. I look at him, my teeth clenched together in anger.
"We are trying to take care of the woman you claim to love, something you apparently are not capable of," I say with a voice that is surprisingly calm, even to myself. Dylan snorts and walks past me. He sees Beka and walks up to her, starting to stroke her face with his hand. I'm sure I'm not the only one who notices the way he strokes is a bit harsher than you'd imagine a lover would do.
"For your information, I am fully capable of taking care of Rebecca." I see Trance and Harper are terrified of the situation and unlikely to say anything. It seems like I have to deal with this on my own. Trance starts to take readings of Beka and suddenly, just when I am about to open my mouth again, she gasps.
"Dylan..." she says with her voice trembling, "did you have sex last night?" Harper's eyes widen, as do mine. The damn bastard raped her after breaking her bones and giving her a concussion! Before Dylan can answer, I take a quick step forward and grips his collar, spinning him around.
"Don't you dare touch her again, or I will have your head on a platter," I hiss and then throws him down on the floor. Dylan's face takes on an angry frown.
"Just remember, I am still the captain." And he walks out. I turn back to Trance, trying to control the anger that rages in me.
"So, he raped her?" Harper gives a disbelieving laugh, not a happy one though.
"I would guess that. It's not likely she consented." Trance gives us all a terrified look.
"And that's not all. It's hard to tell this early, but..." she pauses, probably searching for the right words.
"Spit it out girl," I say, fear growing in my pit.
"I think she's pregnant."
~TBC~
By Natta
Summary: Sequel to Abnormal relations and Tortured mind. Beka lives in a nightmare, will she ever find the courage to get out of it? Beka/Dylan, sort of.
Disclaimer: If I owned Andromeda, people wouldn't be racking on it so much...at least not the Dylan haters.
"Don't worry Beka. I'll take care of you...one way or the other.
- Dylan Hunt, Dance of the mayflies."
~Tyr~
It is strange. Once I knew Beka Valentine as a strong woman, very self- interested and almost nietchzean-like. I used to enjoy our sparring games, even though I'm much stronger than her she can get the upper hand now and then, using all the tricks she has hidden up in that cute blonde head.
But now...she's more of a kludge than Harper. After she entered a relationship with that excuse of a man Dylan Hunt, her self-preservation is at such a low level I'm starting to think it has gone on a permanent holiday. Or not right after, then she was still her old self, just a little changed by all the pathetic human love-bird stuff.
It was after she had a miscarriage. I can understand Dylan was devastated. In fact, I was the only one not upset that he didn't visit her during her stay on med deck afterwards. As a nietchzean, I know the pain of loosing your child, especially your firstborn, which is the highest goal and most important part of your life. But to hurt your woman....that goes past the limitations of my nietchzean understanding, which I must say is very broad. It does not conclude abuse.
Suddenly, Trance rushes past me, I grab her arm and pull her around. Her face is streaked with tears and I frown as she tries to pull away.
"What's wrong?" I ask, trying to use my nicest voice. My nicest voice isn't very nice, but I'm a nietchzean.
"It's Beka...and Rommie," she says and starts sobbing. I release her, but she doesn't run away. "Well, you saw Beka today and I spoke to Rommie," she paused for a hiccup, "and she said we couldn't do anything."
"What?!?" I burst out, then taking a few deep breaths to calm down. "Are you saying we are not going to help her?" Trance just looks at me with a pleading look and I shake my head.
I know what I have to do.
~Beka~
I know it's morning soon, but I hope I can still get a few more hours of peace before the show starts over again. The injuries I have hurts too much for words, especially after Dylan's harsh treatment of them last night. I just pray to the divine that I won't get pregnant again, since he never bothers to use protection. If I were to be pregnant, I could just see what would happen. He would be abusing me throughout the pregnancy, causing me to loose the baby again, which would only make him more angry. Make him hurt me more.
Suddenly, the doorbell chimes. I rush out of bed, forgetting my broken bones and with a whimper falling down in a heap on the floor. I can hear Dylan get out of bed, and soon he's at my side, lifting me up and putting me back between the covers. He does it all in a very loving way, but his eyes are cold, holding a silent promise of what will come later. I know I will pay the prize for the early morning visitor.
Without a word, he wraps a blanket around his waist and goes to open the door. From my position on the bed I can see Tyr's large form outside, and quickly pretends to be asleep. I can hear him and Dylan talk silently, and suddenly he shoves Dylan aside, striding up to me. He notices my nudity and hesitates for a split second before wrapping the sheet securely around me and scooping me up in his arms. Dylan looks completely dumbfounded and tries to stop him, but without success. Me, I just close my eyes again, stupidly pretending to be asleep.
When we're out of hearing range, Tyr stops, looking down at me.
"I know you're not asleep Beka," he says calmly. I peek open my eyes, feeling a bit stupid about pretending. I just don't know what to do now. Does he know? Well he has to know...or at least he must've guessed. He looks at me and his eyes are soft...almost human.
"Don't worry," he says, "I'll take you to safety."
~Tyr~
I carry Beka back to med bay. Taking her away from there was a stupid thing to do, she needs to heal. But what else can you expect from an abusing man like Dylan Hunt? I can't help but notice the fact that she feels dangerously light in my arms, neither can I ignore how thin she's become. I've lifted her before, when we're sparring which annoys her a lot since she can't lift me and that gives me an advantage. Anyway, when I lift her then, she wasn't very heavy, but never anything to worry about. The difference is shocking, almost scary. It wouldn't surprise me if he tries to starve her too. Or if she's too scared of him to eat. Or if she's too scared to hold it down.
The doors opens in front of me and I enter, Beka secure in my arms, her head resting back on my shoulder. Trance and Harper are sitting on one of the beds, Trance is crying and Harper's eyes are shiny too. When I enter, they both look up, breaking off their conversation. Trance's eyes widen and a wide smile starts to play on her lips.
"Beka!" she gasps, then looks at me. "Tyr, you got her!" Harper steps up behind her.
"Andromeda won't be happy about this," he says with irony, and I notice he doesn't call her Rom-doll anymore or not even Rommie. In a way, I understand the ship, she looks through logic. The problem is that her logic is clouded by loyalty for her captain. Harper's voice softens.
"Boss? Are you all right?" Beka looks at him. I can't see her face, but Harper turns down his face and I see the glimpse of a tear quickly leaving his eye. I know exactly what look Beka gave him. If that helpless look can make my nietchzean heart break, just imagine what it'd do to a mere human. Especially a mere human who loves her like a sister. Trance smiles, trying to light up the situation.
"You'll be just fine Beka," she says softly, then turns to me. "Put her on one of the beds." I do as she says, and when I lay Beka down, she turns her head to the side, not looking at anyone of us. Trance picks up some medicine and injects Beka with it.
"It's a painkiller and sedative," she says and I soon notice Beka's body going limp and her eyes closes. But the peace is not long, the doors opens and a now fully dressed devil, erm Dylan enters.
"What the hell do you think you are doing???" he barks. I look at him, my teeth clenched together in anger.
"We are trying to take care of the woman you claim to love, something you apparently are not capable of," I say with a voice that is surprisingly calm, even to myself. Dylan snorts and walks past me. He sees Beka and walks up to her, starting to stroke her face with his hand. I'm sure I'm not the only one who notices the way he strokes is a bit harsher than you'd imagine a lover would do.
"For your information, I am fully capable of taking care of Rebecca." I see Trance and Harper are terrified of the situation and unlikely to say anything. It seems like I have to deal with this on my own. Trance starts to take readings of Beka and suddenly, just when I am about to open my mouth again, she gasps.
"Dylan..." she says with her voice trembling, "did you have sex last night?" Harper's eyes widen, as do mine. The damn bastard raped her after breaking her bones and giving her a concussion! Before Dylan can answer, I take a quick step forward and grips his collar, spinning him around.
"Don't you dare touch her again, or I will have your head on a platter," I hiss and then throws him down on the floor. Dylan's face takes on an angry frown.
"Just remember, I am still the captain." And he walks out. I turn back to Trance, trying to control the anger that rages in me.
"So, he raped her?" Harper gives a disbelieving laugh, not a happy one though.
"I would guess that. It's not likely she consented." Trance gives us all a terrified look.
"And that's not all. It's hard to tell this early, but..." she pauses, probably searching for the right words.
"Spit it out girl," I say, fear growing in my pit.
"I think she's pregnant."
~TBC~