Two months… ahhh I am a bad bad author.  I should have finished this up a month ago and not left you guys hanging so long.  Ok here is a bit more and maybe I can find some more plot kittens and get working on this

Warning-momentary usage of strong langue (bad bad beka)

Oh and I am looking for a beta or someone to bounce ideas off of for this story, if you are even the least bit interested please email me! Lauriena82@yahoo.com

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my darien fawks like voice over

 the bible says the truth will set you free,

now I don't know about that, but I do know the truth hurts sometimes.

But maybe that is freedom, letting go of the secrets of our pasts,

And letting the truth be known

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I woke up with a start on the floor of the maru.  It took me a moment to figure where I was and wrestle my way out of my bed sheet prison.  It took only a few seconds for me to figure out why I had fallen out of bed.  I could hear Harper's screams from down the hallway like he was standing next to me.  I ran down the hallway as fast as I could to his room..

            He was trashing like a fish out of water against the unseen demons of his past.  "You're ok," I said as I sat down on the mattress next to him.  "Harper, it's ok, you're safe here Harper"  He open his eyes as I said his name again.

            "Beka?"  His whole body seemed to relax the moment he woke up. "I'm fine, sorry to wake you up boss."

            "You wanna talk?"

            "I don't think so, it was just so real."

            "Dreams can be,"

            "No I mean it was, I mean I still feel like, like, I should still be dreaming, or not dreaming.  The dream, I thought it was really happening around me.  I still think that I should still be there, it the dream"

            "Harper, calm down your not making any sense, not to mention you are lots of funky happy pills, you aren't thinkin' straight"

            "But boss I have been one some funky meds before and I have never had dreams like this."

            "You think the port has something to do with it?"

            "I don't know what to think… unless" Harper said laying back down in bed, exhaustion starting to overwhelm him.

"Spit it out kid."

"Well the surgery,"

            "What about the surgery?" I knew Harper needed his sleep but I needed to hear what he had to say.

            "Well the whole time, I could feel everything."

            "Son of… those frelling lying..," I yelled as I jumped to my feet, unable to contain my anger, I paced back and forth in the small room, "they told me it was a safe facity," my yells echoed down the ship halls and I knew I was waking Trance and Rev but I just didn't care.  "that's it the jobs over we don't need those scumbags money. Harper if you had told me!"

            "Boss!"  Harper yelled sitting up in bed grabbing a hold of my pant leg trying to stop my rant.  I stopped in my tracks looking into Harper's pale face.  "it didn't hurt, I could just feel what they were doing, it was the oddest thing.  I mean surgeries hurt a whole frelling lot."

            I sat back down on the bed, my earlier anger forgotten by the hunted look on Harper's face.  "You say that like you know."

            "There are many ways to make money on earth, not all legal and not all kind to your fellow humans."

            "What do you mean?"

            "Do I need to spell it out?"

            "For this stupid spacer, ya"

            "They would hunt kids down on the street and sell them for experiments, I got caught and it was a few days before some Nietzscheans decide that the results weren't coming fast enough and killed the man and freed all of us."

            I bit my lip, unsure what to do with this new information Harper had just shared with me.  Part of me wanted to go running out the door and deny that there were people in this universe that would do that to a kid and that Harper was just a lying mudfoot.  But I knew the truth.  Harper rolled back over pulled his knees up to his chest and covers up under his chin.  I sat beside the bed with my back leaning on the wall.

What horrors had Harper seen in his short life, then I had to smile.  Here I called him kid and referred to his short life.  I was only a few years older than him, but yet I felt I had to protect him.  Protect him from all the horrors of the world he had already seen.

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I've seen so much more than you know now

So don't tell me to shut  my eyes

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sorry it's short but I can't think of what to write next, ideas please!