Chapter 11
Rating: PG
Summery: I think the games are about to start.
Disclaimer: Me no own. Got it? Some big wigs over in Tribune or whomever it is that owns them, owns them.
Note: I really miss Tyr. It's not the same without him. It's just weird not to see him and Beka not together. Am I only that feels that? And in my story he still has his long hair. Never should have cut it off.
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Beka never got to play the game with Tyr, not after ten minutes of sending the young man back to Tyr did she stumble on him and Dylan talking to someone from one of the numerous prides that he was lording over.
But Beka didn't pay attention to any of it. She didn't pay attention to the way his voice was controlled and still fierce at the same time. She didn't pay attention to how his braids seemed to like going over his left shoulder more than his right. She didn't pay attention to anything, not even when she realized that she had been staring into space for seven minutes.
She counted the time. It usually took her twenty-three minutes to do little routines but this one took her a full thirty minutes and after doing the math she slide a quick glance over to Mr. Leader of the Prides to see if he noticed her distraction.
She then finished her duties by punching the last of the keys and stomping away from her station and into the hanger bay that held the Maru. She couldn't believe that she was still trying to earn Tyr's approval. His was the last that she needed, the only approval that she really need was Dylan's and that was because he was the captain and he trusted her to act in his absence.
She kicked the pilots' seat as she sat down. No matter what she always felt this need to be what he wanted, strong, a good fighter and ruthless when the need arose. When they spared together she was determined to best him, even if it was only in evading him, to make him see that she was fit to watch his back and make sure that not only he but she and the others as well got out alive.
Looking back she realized that she was always trying to make herself trustworthy in Tyrs eyes, and looking at those memories she was successful in some areas. She had done something that made him think that it was a good, or bad depending on the party, idea to go with her.
And then the only two things that blot out the minor good things was disastrous dinner a few years ago, she thought she'd never get over the anger she felt at him! And the second, the second made her more depressed than thoughts of her father and brother combined.
'I'd often wished you were a Neitchizen.' Oh how those words cut deep, more than the words be said at the dinner, because she didn't know him as well as she knew him then. Or at least as well as she thought she knew him.
She stood there standing right in front of him, looking him straight in the eye, begging him silently for her to be wrong...and that he wouldn't say anything that would make her feel to much like a girl. Well, girly girl. She never thought he could say anything that might make her feel so, so...she mentally shrugged her shoulders. Her feelings were so jumbled up at that time, even still now. But now anger and betrayal toped the list of emotions.
She gave a deep sigh and rubbed a hand against her face and then rubbed her eye into the heel of her palm as she heard the Maru's door open and the familiar heavy steps of a mercenary were coming closer to her chair.
She was too tired to prepare herself for on coming emotional and mental battle.
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Okay, this is Beka's side next to come is Tyr's, so hold on tight and I know it's been a while since I updated this story and I want to thank those that have been patient.
Rating: PG
Summery: I think the games are about to start.
Disclaimer: Me no own. Got it? Some big wigs over in Tribune or whomever it is that owns them, owns them.
Note: I really miss Tyr. It's not the same without him. It's just weird not to see him and Beka not together. Am I only that feels that? And in my story he still has his long hair. Never should have cut it off.
***
Beka never got to play the game with Tyr, not after ten minutes of sending the young man back to Tyr did she stumble on him and Dylan talking to someone from one of the numerous prides that he was lording over.
But Beka didn't pay attention to any of it. She didn't pay attention to the way his voice was controlled and still fierce at the same time. She didn't pay attention to how his braids seemed to like going over his left shoulder more than his right. She didn't pay attention to anything, not even when she realized that she had been staring into space for seven minutes.
She counted the time. It usually took her twenty-three minutes to do little routines but this one took her a full thirty minutes and after doing the math she slide a quick glance over to Mr. Leader of the Prides to see if he noticed her distraction.
She then finished her duties by punching the last of the keys and stomping away from her station and into the hanger bay that held the Maru. She couldn't believe that she was still trying to earn Tyr's approval. His was the last that she needed, the only approval that she really need was Dylan's and that was because he was the captain and he trusted her to act in his absence.
She kicked the pilots' seat as she sat down. No matter what she always felt this need to be what he wanted, strong, a good fighter and ruthless when the need arose. When they spared together she was determined to best him, even if it was only in evading him, to make him see that she was fit to watch his back and make sure that not only he but she and the others as well got out alive.
Looking back she realized that she was always trying to make herself trustworthy in Tyrs eyes, and looking at those memories she was successful in some areas. She had done something that made him think that it was a good, or bad depending on the party, idea to go with her.
And then the only two things that blot out the minor good things was disastrous dinner a few years ago, she thought she'd never get over the anger she felt at him! And the second, the second made her more depressed than thoughts of her father and brother combined.
'I'd often wished you were a Neitchizen.' Oh how those words cut deep, more than the words be said at the dinner, because she didn't know him as well as she knew him then. Or at least as well as she thought she knew him.
She stood there standing right in front of him, looking him straight in the eye, begging him silently for her to be wrong...and that he wouldn't say anything that would make her feel to much like a girl. Well, girly girl. She never thought he could say anything that might make her feel so, so...she mentally shrugged her shoulders. Her feelings were so jumbled up at that time, even still now. But now anger and betrayal toped the list of emotions.
She gave a deep sigh and rubbed a hand against her face and then rubbed her eye into the heel of her palm as she heard the Maru's door open and the familiar heavy steps of a mercenary were coming closer to her chair.
She was too tired to prepare herself for on coming emotional and mental battle.
***
Okay, this is Beka's side next to come is Tyr's, so hold on tight and I know it's been a while since I updated this story and I want to thank those that have been patient.
