Chapter 7

Rating: PG-13

Summery: How Beka deals

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Beka watched the light come forward and go backward, although it had only been a few times she felt like taking the stupid little light from Trance and breaking it. Instead she gave a sigh of frustration. "So, am I permanently brain damaged or can I go back to my station?"

Trance hid a smile at her frustration, in truth Beka was okay but she still didn't want to take any chances. " Well, you seem fine, but I don't want you back on deck for a few more days. I want you to get some sleep and real rest." She watched the horrified look come over Beka as she was given her orders.

"Uhh, come on Trance! I've been in bed for three days I don't think I need anymore sleep or rest. I feel fine enough to kick your butt. Pleasepleaseplease, Trance?" Truth was she didn't feel fine enough to kick her ass, she just didn't want to be in the med lab where Tyr could visit her anytime, and that work would be able to keep her from running into him.

"Beka, I'm sorry, but its Captain's orders. Also Tyr said he wanted you to stay in bed, so it's kind of both their orders." The last part just slipped out of her mouth before she realized it. She watched the anger come over Beka's face.

"Since when does...You know what, he does not hold authority over you or me. And since when did he care about my health? He's not my father and he's not my brother and he sure as hell not my husband." As soon as she jumped down from the bed, Tyr was behind her talking.

"It's a good thing that I am not your father, for I would be dead. And if I was your brother I would not care enough for your well being and as for being your husband, I can assure you, you would be strapped down at this very moment if you didn't comply with my orders." He stood there at the opening of the doors, his arms crossed over his chest. He stared at her, his braids obscuring part of his face, but the stare was none the less soul piercing.

She hated how he could do that, take away all her carefully constructed defenses with one look. She picked up her boots form the floor and walked passed him and throw a glare over her shoulders, "Do not even attempt to follow, Anasazi, or I WILL kick your ass from here to Peirpoint Drift." And that was a long way considering it was a least thirty slip jumps away.

Trance watched Tyr give a lazy smile as Beka walked away. If she thought games they both played were over, she was wrong. Okay so maybe this part of near perfect future she was trying to create was turning our differently than she planned, "But it might just work." She whispered to herself.