Tittle: Junk Ratting: G Author: CallieCat Summary: Harper and Trance fic... Disclaimer: Don't own them just having a little fun.

Authors Note: Okay. I really don't know what this is about or why I wrote it, but here it is... Hope you like it. LOL.

"Wow, we sure got a lot of junk on this ship. We could make a fortune if we had a yard sale." Harper said as he and Trance sifted through all the junk that had accumulated in one of the un-used hanger bays.
"A yard sale? What's that?" Trance stopped looking through all of the stuff. Her brow furrowed in confusion.
"It's like a garage sale" Harper didn't really explain it that well he was in another world it seemed like. He was examining a piece of machinery, he had found.
"But we don't have a garage to sell. What does that have to do with all of this junk?" Trance asked.
"No, Trance I didn't mean it like that" Harper replied chuckling a bit. "A garage sale, or a yard sale is when you find all the junk you got stored away and you sell it all" Harper explained as he sat against the wall.
"Why would people want to buy someone else's junk?" Trance asked sitting beside Harper against the wall. This made Harper uneasy; she was a little too close so he got up and continued looking around in the piles of stuff.
"Who knows? One mans trash is another mans treasure I guess..." Harper trailed off as he found something else to examine.
"Oh... Okay." Trance got up and continued to look through the junk. For what, no one knows. Why they were there, even fewer knew.