Chapter 8

Rating: PG-13

Summery: How Beka deals

Disclaimer: Don't make me smack you.

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Beka had evaded Tyr for three and a half days, the half-day Tyr found her, but she had to pretend. Beka had told Andromeda not to tell Tyr where she was and she had Andromeda tell her where Tyr was so she didn't have to run into him.

She was confused about what she should say to him. She avoided him by working around his schedule and eating either in her quarters or on the Maru, she had even changed the codes to keep him out. She quit her shifts early, though she would have preferred to do a double, but Dylan pulled rank, saying that he didn't need his best officer having a relapse of any kind.

Beka slowly made her way to her quarters and raked a hand through her blond hair. She wouldn't admit it to anyone but she was tired, she wasn't fully recovered for being out so long and she was pushing her self in her workouts and her head still ached from its bump, she was worn out physically.

Emotionally, well that was another story. Beka continued and without thinking pulled out a pale pink nightgown, one she had bought long ago in a moment of weakness. It was one of those times when she was down and out and wished that she were more feminine. She later chide herself.

The nightgown was one of the old vintage gowns that was lose and was held by two thin straps and had a small V where there were buttons and reached her knees. She picked up her brush and continued thinking.

Emotionally she was stressed. She was angry and confused and happy and....She shook her head she was everything in between and then some. She was angry with her self for befriending him when she knew that he would betray her in a heart beat.

She was mad at herself that she let herself feel more for him than she should have and it came back to bite her in the ass. She slammed down her brush and lit the candles, which she had picked up on a drift, around the couch and settled down on the couch and picked up the book.

She looked at the title of the book and had half a mind to throw it away, but she grudgingly admitted it to herself, she liked the book. She fell asleep a couple of pages into the book when Andromeda appeared. "Tyr is head this way, would you like me to inform him that you are out?" Beka felt a moment of panic and realized that she couldn't hide in her room, he would be able to tell that she was in here.

"No, um, just leave. I'll figure it out, Thanks." Andromeda nodded and flashed out. By the time Tyr reached her door and let himself in, she was asleep again.

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Tyr was fed up of Beka avoiding him, he knew she knew that he was only staying until he thought her well enough again. He knew Dylan made her quit her shift at a five instead of eight, and that she had already eaten so she must be in her quarters.

He walked the way to her room and opened her door. He stepped in and found his eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. When it did he felt his breath catch in his throat. She was sitting on her couch, her head resting in the crook of her elbow and some of her hair obscured her face.

He loved the way her gown brought out the frailty to her pale skin and the candles gave her a faint flush. He read the title of her book and felt a small amount of pride as she was reading one of the books that he assigned to her.

He found himself moving forward and quickly moved back. He shouldn't be here; she was weakening him without even trying. He quickly shook his head and walked back to the door and let himself out.

He gave a sigh and started back down to his quarters and thought ' Well, at least she's sleeping.' He knew she would perfectly ignore his orders to get a rise out of him.

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Beka kept her breathing even and waited a few seconds before opening her eyes. Boy, there was one thing that she was greatful for Tyr teaching her, it was regulating her breathing so that she appeared calm. It came in handy now in making him think that she was a sleep. She let out a sigh and closed the book and blew out the candles and head to her bed.

'Tomorrow.' She thought, ' I'll deal with everything tomorrow.'