The winds of Change
By Natta
Summary: Harper decides it's time to do something. Beka is worrying over how to tell Dylan the startling news.
A/N This chapter is dedicated to Mary Rose, who's been pestering me to write, and I simply figured doing it was easier than to try and make her stop. Gee, she's worse than my mother.(
~Harper~
Beka has always been like a sister to me. More of one than my real sisters that I never really liked. I love Beka a lot, not romance-love, but sister/brother love. As I said, she's like my sister. So imagine how hard it is for me to see this happen. Everytime I see Dylan I just wanna beat the shit out of him. But I know we can't just decide it's him, even though we're so sure. We need proof.
"Fucking proof," I say to myself as I kick some of my tools and sink down on the floor. I hear a voice behind me.
"I know it's hard Harper, but it'll be okay soon." I flinch and turn around. There's Trance, the golden one. I never bonded with the golden Trance as I did with the purple one, but I've still come to care about her and trust her.
"If you say so," I say, not really in the mood to be nice. Trance sits down next to me and looks at me. I don't meet her gaze, not wanting her to see the tears that are forming in my eyes.
"Harper, I want her away from Dylan too." I snort.
"That's not enough, I want the bastard dead. Why don't we hand him over to the Drago-Kazov? Or what about the Magog Worldship?" Trance sighs.
"I know, that's how it feels. But there is the possibility, even if it is small, that it isn't Dylan! He's saying so, she's saying so."
"Of course it's him! I know it is!" I almost shout, upset as I am.
"Harper.calm down," Trance says. "I think so too, but what if it isn't? We need to be absolutely sure first."
"Yeah yeah," I say, looking down as I feel a tear leaving my eye. Trance appears to notice as she puts an arm around my shoulders. "We need fucking proof."
"That's one way to put it I guess," Trance says. "Don't worry Harper.it'll be okay." She doesn't hear what I answer quietly to myself.
"Unless she dies first."
Suddenly my head pop up. Proof! I think I have an idea.
~Beka~
Dylan is walking in front of me back to our quarters. He said he's going to take me off duty to recover. I just hope he's not going to stay home too to "take care" of me. If he doesn't, it's going to be a lovely time, being away from him during the days. I know I have to tell him about the baby, if I keep it to myself he'll just be angry. A part of me is hoping that he'll be happy about it and thinks that maybe things will change now that we get another chance to be parents. But most of me only dreads the anger that I'm pretty sure will come. After he's dragged me into the room, he starts to walk away, ignoring me.
"Dylan," I say carefully. He turns around, looking both irritated and surprised. It's been long since I dared to address him. "I just thought you might wanted to know," I stutter, "Trance said I'm pregnant." A mix of fear and hope floods through me as he approachs me.
"Pregnant?" he asks, disbelieving.
"Yes," I whisper. He's right in front of me now, and puts a hand gently on my stomach.
"Really?" he asks, and in his eyes there is only happiness and.a glimpse of the man he used to be. The man who never hurt me. I just give a small laugh of relief and nods.
"It's true," I say, my heart beating like a drum. Can things go back to the way they were? Suddenly, he kisses me, gently. He hasn't kissed me in.well a long time. At least not like this. It's always been brutal kisses with him just taking what he wants. This is a give and take experience and I lean into his gentle embrace, just enjoying who he is right now. Suddenly, he breaks the kiss and looks me deep in the eyes.
"We have to make sure you don't lose the baby this time," he says. I nod quickly. Not this nightmare again. I will lie in bed throughout the whole pregnancy if that helps.
"I think sex might be harmful to the baby as the baby will come out that way." It makes absolutely no sense, but I nod. "So," he says, "I guess we'll just have to do it another way." He has that gleam again. "Turn around," he says and my eyes widen. He knows I hate anal sex and without lube, it's pure hell. This is defenitly not the old Dylan. As usual, I know better than to resist him so I turn around, the wall just about a meter away from me. I feel him pulling down my pants and panties and I step out of them, he brings my boots with him as he pulls them off. He quickly disposes of my top and I hear him fiddle with his own clothes before I'm shockingly surprised when he suddenly plungs into me, without lube of course and the pain is horrible. I hit the wall as he continues to move and I realise I'm screaming in agony.
~Harper~
I'm crawling through the tiny shafts that goes over all the rooms at Andromeda. Finally I think I've reached the right room and I pull out the video camera and put it on. I know I'm in the right quarters when I hear the agonizing scream. I know people think I'm inexperienced, but that isn't really the case. I know the difference between screams of agony and pleasure. I've even heard both coming from Beka, so I should know. I heard her screaming while making love to Bobby one of those sleepless nights and I heard her screaming when she hurt herself really bad. This was defenitly a hurt-scream. I quickly found the little peekhole and filmed through it. Both Beka and Dylan were naked with Beka pressed up against the wall while Dylan fucked her from behind. I'm guessing he didn't use lubricant by the little pained sounds Beka makes and I know the camera will hear it too. My heart ache to jump down and stop him, but I know the most important thing I can do to help Beka right now is to film what happens and give them proof. He finishes rather quickly and Beka sobbing falls down on the floor. I blush a little at the sight of her naked front, she would kill me for looking at - and especially filming - her naked, if it wasn't so important. Dylan is naked too, but I don't blush at that. Naked, dressed, Dylan is still the devil to me and he deserves no modesty. I see him walk up to Beka and kick her. She rolls over and moans on the floor. He keeps kicking at her and I feel like throwing up. I think I have enough proof now. I run down and feel so blessed when I see Tyr in the corridor.
"Tyr!" I pant, "Keep Dylan occupied, don't let him near Beka for a while, there's something I have to do." I run away, hoping he'll do as I say.
"Rommie, Rommie!" I shout, have your avatar meet me in the obs deck and tell Trance to come too. When I'm there, they are already waiting for me.
"What is it Harper?" Rommie asks and I show them the tape. "Play this," I say and Rommie takes it from me and starts showing it on one of the screens. The agonizing scream is the first thing you hear and the gray floor of the shaft until it reaches to the peek-hole. I avert my gaze, not wanting to see it all again.
When I look up, Trance is crying and Rommie looks pissed off.
"Come on," she says and we both follow her. Back to Dylan's quarters.
By Natta
Summary: Harper decides it's time to do something. Beka is worrying over how to tell Dylan the startling news.
A/N This chapter is dedicated to Mary Rose, who's been pestering me to write, and I simply figured doing it was easier than to try and make her stop. Gee, she's worse than my mother.(
~Harper~
Beka has always been like a sister to me. More of one than my real sisters that I never really liked. I love Beka a lot, not romance-love, but sister/brother love. As I said, she's like my sister. So imagine how hard it is for me to see this happen. Everytime I see Dylan I just wanna beat the shit out of him. But I know we can't just decide it's him, even though we're so sure. We need proof.
"Fucking proof," I say to myself as I kick some of my tools and sink down on the floor. I hear a voice behind me.
"I know it's hard Harper, but it'll be okay soon." I flinch and turn around. There's Trance, the golden one. I never bonded with the golden Trance as I did with the purple one, but I've still come to care about her and trust her.
"If you say so," I say, not really in the mood to be nice. Trance sits down next to me and looks at me. I don't meet her gaze, not wanting her to see the tears that are forming in my eyes.
"Harper, I want her away from Dylan too." I snort.
"That's not enough, I want the bastard dead. Why don't we hand him over to the Drago-Kazov? Or what about the Magog Worldship?" Trance sighs.
"I know, that's how it feels. But there is the possibility, even if it is small, that it isn't Dylan! He's saying so, she's saying so."
"Of course it's him! I know it is!" I almost shout, upset as I am.
"Harper.calm down," Trance says. "I think so too, but what if it isn't? We need to be absolutely sure first."
"Yeah yeah," I say, looking down as I feel a tear leaving my eye. Trance appears to notice as she puts an arm around my shoulders. "We need fucking proof."
"That's one way to put it I guess," Trance says. "Don't worry Harper.it'll be okay." She doesn't hear what I answer quietly to myself.
"Unless she dies first."
Suddenly my head pop up. Proof! I think I have an idea.
~Beka~
Dylan is walking in front of me back to our quarters. He said he's going to take me off duty to recover. I just hope he's not going to stay home too to "take care" of me. If he doesn't, it's going to be a lovely time, being away from him during the days. I know I have to tell him about the baby, if I keep it to myself he'll just be angry. A part of me is hoping that he'll be happy about it and thinks that maybe things will change now that we get another chance to be parents. But most of me only dreads the anger that I'm pretty sure will come. After he's dragged me into the room, he starts to walk away, ignoring me.
"Dylan," I say carefully. He turns around, looking both irritated and surprised. It's been long since I dared to address him. "I just thought you might wanted to know," I stutter, "Trance said I'm pregnant." A mix of fear and hope floods through me as he approachs me.
"Pregnant?" he asks, disbelieving.
"Yes," I whisper. He's right in front of me now, and puts a hand gently on my stomach.
"Really?" he asks, and in his eyes there is only happiness and.a glimpse of the man he used to be. The man who never hurt me. I just give a small laugh of relief and nods.
"It's true," I say, my heart beating like a drum. Can things go back to the way they were? Suddenly, he kisses me, gently. He hasn't kissed me in.well a long time. At least not like this. It's always been brutal kisses with him just taking what he wants. This is a give and take experience and I lean into his gentle embrace, just enjoying who he is right now. Suddenly, he breaks the kiss and looks me deep in the eyes.
"We have to make sure you don't lose the baby this time," he says. I nod quickly. Not this nightmare again. I will lie in bed throughout the whole pregnancy if that helps.
"I think sex might be harmful to the baby as the baby will come out that way." It makes absolutely no sense, but I nod. "So," he says, "I guess we'll just have to do it another way." He has that gleam again. "Turn around," he says and my eyes widen. He knows I hate anal sex and without lube, it's pure hell. This is defenitly not the old Dylan. As usual, I know better than to resist him so I turn around, the wall just about a meter away from me. I feel him pulling down my pants and panties and I step out of them, he brings my boots with him as he pulls them off. He quickly disposes of my top and I hear him fiddle with his own clothes before I'm shockingly surprised when he suddenly plungs into me, without lube of course and the pain is horrible. I hit the wall as he continues to move and I realise I'm screaming in agony.
~Harper~
I'm crawling through the tiny shafts that goes over all the rooms at Andromeda. Finally I think I've reached the right room and I pull out the video camera and put it on. I know I'm in the right quarters when I hear the agonizing scream. I know people think I'm inexperienced, but that isn't really the case. I know the difference between screams of agony and pleasure. I've even heard both coming from Beka, so I should know. I heard her screaming while making love to Bobby one of those sleepless nights and I heard her screaming when she hurt herself really bad. This was defenitly a hurt-scream. I quickly found the little peekhole and filmed through it. Both Beka and Dylan were naked with Beka pressed up against the wall while Dylan fucked her from behind. I'm guessing he didn't use lubricant by the little pained sounds Beka makes and I know the camera will hear it too. My heart ache to jump down and stop him, but I know the most important thing I can do to help Beka right now is to film what happens and give them proof. He finishes rather quickly and Beka sobbing falls down on the floor. I blush a little at the sight of her naked front, she would kill me for looking at - and especially filming - her naked, if it wasn't so important. Dylan is naked too, but I don't blush at that. Naked, dressed, Dylan is still the devil to me and he deserves no modesty. I see him walk up to Beka and kick her. She rolls over and moans on the floor. He keeps kicking at her and I feel like throwing up. I think I have enough proof now. I run down and feel so blessed when I see Tyr in the corridor.
"Tyr!" I pant, "Keep Dylan occupied, don't let him near Beka for a while, there's something I have to do." I run away, hoping he'll do as I say.
"Rommie, Rommie!" I shout, have your avatar meet me in the obs deck and tell Trance to come too. When I'm there, they are already waiting for me.
"What is it Harper?" Rommie asks and I show them the tape. "Play this," I say and Rommie takes it from me and starts showing it on one of the screens. The agonizing scream is the first thing you hear and the gray floor of the shaft until it reaches to the peek-hole. I avert my gaze, not wanting to see it all again.
When I look up, Trance is crying and Rommie looks pissed off.
"Come on," she says and we both follow her. Back to Dylan's quarters.