Chapter 6

Rating: PG-13

Summery: How Beka deals

Disclaimer: Don't make me smack you.

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Harper took his turn in watching over Beka. He knew that Tyr would be back in a few seconds, he was 'interrogating' their captured visitor. He sat down on the chair that was by her bed and took hold of her hand. Before he realized what he was doing he was talking to her.

He was begging her to hurry up and wake up, that he needed his best friend and that somebody had to protect him from the crew when they felt like killing him. " Come on, Beka. You gotta wake up. I already lost one friend this year, albeit it wasn't to death and I can always call him or turn on the news, but that is beside the point. You were the first person who treated me decently and I already lost one mother I don't need to lose another one."

"Harper, Tyr is on his way back to the Med Deck." Andromeda's voice filled the empty room. He had told Rommie to warn him whenever Tyr was coming back. He didn't needed him to hear him confessing his weakness and fears to a person for all likelihood couldn't hear him. That and he didn't want a lecture on how to be strong, and where there is life there is hope, blah, blah, woof, woof.

He turned and reached the door the same Tyr did and left without saying a word to him.

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Tyr hung his head in a false pose of sleep. Trance had threatened to turn him out if he didn't get any sleep, so he pretended. He was pretty sure she knew that he was faking it, but was letting it pass. Besides he did get at least fifteen minutes of sleep.

At least three days have passed since Beka was hurtled into a coma, and every second he wandered why the small pride decided to attack the Andromeda and not his home or some of his tribes. He had another 'appointment' with the captured Nietszchean in a couple of hours, so in the mean time he was spending his time watching over Beka.

His gaze stole over her face once more. Pale peach colored skin, blond lashes, and a full mouth that loved to smile. He touched a finger to her face and once again marveled at the contrast. In the beginning he found it amusing but somehow along the way he found it boarding on erotic. Light and Dark. It was in a way in which he saw them. She, even through all her blistering, was always trying to do the right thing for everyone. He was the one who every body thought that was a bad person for looking out for no one but himself.

Well they were half right, he did look out for himself and came across half the time as a cold uncaring person, but they didn't realize was that he was also looking our for someone else. If he didn't take of himself then he couldn't take care of her. She was basically on of the few people that got him and sometimes forgave him for his behavior.

He rubbed his hand across his forehead and groaned. He hated introspecting. It always gave him a headache. He wished half the time everything would go back to being simple when he hadn't meet her and when he didn't feel paternal feelings for her little professor that was like her son, not that she would ever admit that. But he had to admit; He and Beka were very much alike, but looked out for their survival in a different way.

His head snapped when he heard a groan coming from the bed.

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Beka walked through the door and into the bright room and when she wasn't confronted with another memory of her and Tyr she wandered what was going on. She remembered reading old earth stories about people when close to dying, saw a white light or white tunnel. Beka shrugged her shoulders; it wasn't like she was feeling anything holding her back, so she assumed that it was her time. All though the more she thought about the head wound she got shouldn't be this bad. Granted it could knock you out for a day or two, but still.

Beka felt like her body was made of lead and that she couldn't open her eyes. She tried moving her hand but all she could get out was a moan. She heard a voice calling her name, the voice sounded familiar. It was a voice she knew that she hadn't heard in a while. Finally her eyes cooperated and she had to blink a few times before they opened fully and adjust to the lighting, which was dim but still to strong for eyes that hadn't seen real light in a few hours.

She felt her hand being lifted and engulfed by a large warm hand. "Beka?" The voice said again. She knew that voice.

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Tyr grabbed her hand and called her name again. Suddenly her eyes opened all the way. She looked at him for a few seconds before croaking out, "I'm in hell." And closing her eyes again this time for sleep.