Chapter 12
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 can't wait for March 26, Andromeda comes on Sci-Fi! Yay! And then on April 2 (I think) it comes on regularly. I finally get to see the first season.
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Tyr stood pacing the floor as soon as the young man left him with Beka's message. It made him give a ghost of a smile; the smile was for the fact that she was still as ever bold and brazen and suicidal. Had he been any other Neitchizen he would have reacted badly to it.
He heard the whoosh of the doors to his room close as he went in search of her and gave a curse as he was called to meet Dylan. And for the first time a little voice in his head sound like a little child chanting 'I don't want to.' And if any body that passed him had paid attention to his face would have noticed that he was pouting.
Yes, that's right Tyr Anasazi was pouting at not being able to meet his 'friend' for a friendly game of arguing.
Ten minutes later he saw her come in to command deck to do a daily check up of how things were going. And he ignored her.
He ignored the way she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. He ignored the way she stretched her neck when she stood to long in a certain position. He ignored her when he didn't notice that her punching the keys really became punching in the keys. No sir, he ignored all of it.
He had been so busy ignoring it that he zoned out on Dylan when he was talking to him. Right. Had to talk to one of the prides about something that had to do with a something. He'd read the flexi on his ship.
* * *
Tyr gave a sigh as he packed his bag for his ship. He could have let one of the help do it but it was the only thing at the moment that was keeping him sane.
Because he was already half insane; half insane with thoughts of Rebecca Valentine, human female and the best slip fighter in the known universe.
His mind had always been filled with the blond human, from the moment he set eyes on her, she had become number two on his thoughts list. Number one was getting a pride, and she some how managed to push children down to number three.
But then his son came along and then it was becoming leader and his son and Beka managed to make it a nice tie between them. And on more than one occasion he even thought that Beka might make a great mother to his reincarnated son.
He figured that she could teach him that not all humans were inferior and some were worthy of having the title friend.
'I've often wished you were a Neitchizen.' He closed his eyes and leaned his hand on the bed for support. The words kept repeating themselves over and over in his head. He had told her the truth; he did wish that she were of his kind.
When he told her those things, he was telling her something that he had always thought. He had lived with her and loved every minute of it. Loved how when woken up with out an emergency she was cranky until she had coffee, and that when she thought no one was looking, she read books and magazines about beauty and fashion and romance.
He had fought beside her, and loved every minute of it. When they went into battle together he was awed by the fact that all her training sessions with him gave her enough strength and courage to fight against another Neitchizen and any other cretin that they came across.
There were times that he held back in the shadow to watch as she moved gracefully and fought her opponents and beat them. He never felt so proud as he did in those moments.
And he fought with her. Both verbally and physically and mentally, he fought with her. He sometimes purposely got her riled up just because he loved to see her blue eyes snap with fire and her voice change with either anger or annoyance, whichever one he sparked first.
Then there was the fighting with her physically; in this area she surprised him. Because here she managed to lean fast and learned to make him fight even harder to prove that he was the one that was superior. Which backfired more often then not.
And mentally he fought with her. He always managed to make to where she didn't know whether to believe him or not. He remembered that time with Able. He couldn't stand the way her thoughts were heading so he said what he said and he saw the light shine in her eyes and he loved the feeling he got from it.
And not for the first time he wondered if it was a wise idea to leave the double helix in her room the way he did. He doesn't know what possessed him to do that, he remembered sitting on his bed packing his bag when he came across it.
He had it made years ago; he had planned on giving it the mate he chose. He found it funny that when ever he thought about the bracelet,Beka's face always managed to pop up in his minds eye.
With a sigh he grabbed his bag and headed for the hanger bay. Halfway there he felt something hit his back. He looked down as he saw it rolling to stop in front of his feet.
It was the helix that he left in Beka's night drawer. He turned around and before he could say anything he felt her fist connect with her face. Through the shock he felt her vaguely heard her say something, it sounded like 'Damn you, Tyr!' and was quickly followed by the sound of running boots.
And the thing that made him laugh was the thought that kept running through his head "Well, that was unexpected."
* * *
Well, I hope that was passable for some of you. Let me know if it majorly sucked and I'll try to fix it. I originally had a kissing scene at the end of it, but I lost that train of thought and this happened instead so...
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 can't wait for March 26, Andromeda comes on Sci-Fi! Yay! And then on April 2 (I think) it comes on regularly. I finally get to see the first season.
***
Tyr stood pacing the floor as soon as the young man left him with Beka's message. It made him give a ghost of a smile; the smile was for the fact that she was still as ever bold and brazen and suicidal. Had he been any other Neitchizen he would have reacted badly to it.
He heard the whoosh of the doors to his room close as he went in search of her and gave a curse as he was called to meet Dylan. And for the first time a little voice in his head sound like a little child chanting 'I don't want to.' And if any body that passed him had paid attention to his face would have noticed that he was pouting.
Yes, that's right Tyr Anasazi was pouting at not being able to meet his 'friend' for a friendly game of arguing.
Ten minutes later he saw her come in to command deck to do a daily check up of how things were going. And he ignored her.
He ignored the way she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. He ignored the way she stretched her neck when she stood to long in a certain position. He ignored her when he didn't notice that her punching the keys really became punching in the keys. No sir, he ignored all of it.
He had been so busy ignoring it that he zoned out on Dylan when he was talking to him. Right. Had to talk to one of the prides about something that had to do with a something. He'd read the flexi on his ship.
* * *
Tyr gave a sigh as he packed his bag for his ship. He could have let one of the help do it but it was the only thing at the moment that was keeping him sane.
Because he was already half insane; half insane with thoughts of Rebecca Valentine, human female and the best slip fighter in the known universe.
His mind had always been filled with the blond human, from the moment he set eyes on her, she had become number two on his thoughts list. Number one was getting a pride, and she some how managed to push children down to number three.
But then his son came along and then it was becoming leader and his son and Beka managed to make it a nice tie between them. And on more than one occasion he even thought that Beka might make a great mother to his reincarnated son.
He figured that she could teach him that not all humans were inferior and some were worthy of having the title friend.
'I've often wished you were a Neitchizen.' He closed his eyes and leaned his hand on the bed for support. The words kept repeating themselves over and over in his head. He had told her the truth; he did wish that she were of his kind.
When he told her those things, he was telling her something that he had always thought. He had lived with her and loved every minute of it. Loved how when woken up with out an emergency she was cranky until she had coffee, and that when she thought no one was looking, she read books and magazines about beauty and fashion and romance.
He had fought beside her, and loved every minute of it. When they went into battle together he was awed by the fact that all her training sessions with him gave her enough strength and courage to fight against another Neitchizen and any other cretin that they came across.
There were times that he held back in the shadow to watch as she moved gracefully and fought her opponents and beat them. He never felt so proud as he did in those moments.
And he fought with her. Both verbally and physically and mentally, he fought with her. He sometimes purposely got her riled up just because he loved to see her blue eyes snap with fire and her voice change with either anger or annoyance, whichever one he sparked first.
Then there was the fighting with her physically; in this area she surprised him. Because here she managed to lean fast and learned to make him fight even harder to prove that he was the one that was superior. Which backfired more often then not.
And mentally he fought with her. He always managed to make to where she didn't know whether to believe him or not. He remembered that time with Able. He couldn't stand the way her thoughts were heading so he said what he said and he saw the light shine in her eyes and he loved the feeling he got from it.
And not for the first time he wondered if it was a wise idea to leave the double helix in her room the way he did. He doesn't know what possessed him to do that, he remembered sitting on his bed packing his bag when he came across it.
He had it made years ago; he had planned on giving it the mate he chose. He found it funny that when ever he thought about the bracelet,Beka's face always managed to pop up in his minds eye.
With a sigh he grabbed his bag and headed for the hanger bay. Halfway there he felt something hit his back. He looked down as he saw it rolling to stop in front of his feet.
It was the helix that he left in Beka's night drawer. He turned around and before he could say anything he felt her fist connect with her face. Through the shock he felt her vaguely heard her say something, it sounded like 'Damn you, Tyr!' and was quickly followed by the sound of running boots.
And the thing that made him laugh was the thought that kept running through his head "Well, that was unexpected."
* * *
Well, I hope that was passable for some of you. Let me know if it majorly sucked and I'll try to fix it. I originally had a kissing scene at the end of it, but I lost that train of thought and this happened instead so...
