Ok I know it's been a while, but happy christmaka everyone. I don't know if
I wrote this in the last chapter but now that Rhade is on the show
permanently, should he be written in? I don't know, so I am left to the
reviewers whims.
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Dylan strode down the corridor towards Beka's quarters after making a few pit stops. After prying Tammers away from Anjel's body, Dylan had taken the young man down to medical to examine his DNA. He was who he said he was, but there had to be more to this story than they were being told. Why would a nietzschean betray his own Pride, disgrace his lineage and then risk his own life? It was highly unnietzschean like, things just didn't add up.
Tammers was reunited with little Alex, the toy magog, and the puppy that Beka and he had found on board the Dovolo. Alex clung to the young man as if he were his father. Dylan could see the love expressed by both Nietzscheans, even though they had no biological relation, and they would probably turn to rivals in the future. But standing there, watching Tamerlane cradle the small child in his massive arms, Dylan couldn't help but yearn for that sense of family.
It reminded him of Sara, and what they could have had. If only things had been different. If he had only listened to Rhades warnings 307 years ago. He could have stopped the Nietzschean fleet, and maybe everyone's life would have been better. Maybe he would have died 300 some odd years ago with a wife and many children by his side. But that would never be.
All he had was now, and the future. The commonwealth was well on its way to being fully restored, and Dylan had other things he could focus on at the moment. And that was why now he was walking towards Beka's quarters. He had done this before , but this time he was hoping he didn't have any interruptions.
He was lucky; he made it to the officer's quarters without being stopped. He had seen her leave, but he didn't know if she went to the Maru or her quarters, so it was a fifty-fifty bet. Dylan leaned on the door first trying to hear anything. He didn't want to walk in on her in the shower or anything. After a moment he heard her. She was sobbing horribly, and Dylan could hear her as she tried to inhale each breath painfully.
He knocked on the door, old fashion, but as captain, he could enter any room he wished. But this was not the time to abuse that right. "Beka, can I talk to you for a minute?"
The sobbing stopped and it was a good minute before she answered, "Can it wait until tomorrow?"
Dylan smiled, "No, I think we should talk."
"Fine" she said agitatedly.
Dylan waited for a moment while he heard her shuffling about. She finally opened the door, but stood in his way, not allowing him to enter. Her face was still swollen and her eyes were still puffy and red, but she had wiped the mascara off of her face. She sniffed quickly and glared at Dylan.
"What do you want?"
"Can I come in?" He asked unforcefully.
She sighed, "Now's not a really good time, ok." she tried to close the door, but Dylan stopped her.
"Just let me come in for a few minutes, and then I'll be out of your hair." He realized the bad pun a little too late.
"Fine," She gave in. "but just for a few minutes."
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Beka closed the door and crossed her arms around her stomach. What was he doing here? Didn't he have a ship to run? Why couldn't he just leave her alone for a few hours? That's all she wanted. Actually, all she wanted was for things to be the way they were. When Tyr was still part of the crew, and still a loving secret partner. She just wanted it to be the way things were, she wanted Tyr. Not the Tyr that she had seen earlier today. Not the Tyr that would kill so many innocent people and shoot a female in the back over a child. She wanted the Tyr that she had a year ago. She wanted to go back to those supply runs they would take together. She missed the way he always protected her first (well sometimes second, but he was Nietzschean, it was forgivable) during battle. He was very good to her, privately more than publicly, and she thought he had never done anything to hurt her. But he had.
Dylan crossed the room to the bed, which was actually the only place to sit, seeing as the couch was taken up by guns, clothes, and those little robots from the Dovolo. He picked up a largish black box that was lying on a pillow. But before he could open it, Beka snatched it away. She gently cradled the box and placed it in her lap on the other end of the bed. She wouldn't let him see what was inside, she couldn't.
Three days before he had betrayed them all, Tyr had taken Beka planet side for a "supply run." He had booked them a room at the most expensive hotel in the world's capital city. The room had been huge; a bedroom, kitchen, and living room, all open and all surrounded by a botanical garden. They spent a lot of time in the garden, but even more time in the bedroom. For the first time in her life, Beka was not afraid of commitment. She wanted to be with Tyr forever. She had even gone as far as to talk to him about removing her inhibitor and having his children, but he said no, not yet. Had she known what would happen in the next few days, she might not have accepted his double helix. She had worn it proudly while they were planet side, but they both agreed to hide them while aboard the Andromeda. And so they placed them in the black box that Beka was now holding. She had opened it many times and even wore her helix while in privacy mode. She hoped that maybe someday Tyr would comeback, but those thought were always accompanied by thoughts of his betrayal. And now, seeing his actions today, she didn't know what to think.
Dylan scooted closer to her, and she in turn scooted farther away.
She glared at him, "What do you want?"
He stared at his shoes, but he spoke softly, "I think we need to talk about what happened today."
Beka cringed; she knew exactly what he wanted to talk about. She had meant to kiss him on the Dovolo, but now it just didn't feel right. She was finally starting to believe that Tyr wasn't coming back, and she had always had an attraction to Dylan and his Boy Scoutish charm. But Dylan was all for commitment, and Beka just didn't want that, not now anyway. She didn't know what to think, it was all so confusing, but she knew that she didn't want to talk about it.
"I don't... I don't want to." she choked out quietly.
Dylan stayed where he was, but still persisted gently, "well, I think we have to." When he glanced over at her sad figure, "I know this is hard for you. I mean Tyr was very good to you, nothing will change that."
Beka's head shot up, "You knew?" She accused
Dylan smiled, "Yes, but if it makes you feel better, most of us knew, well except Harper."
"Oh, so it was that obvious." She glanced down at the box again quietly.
Dylan scooted closer to her, but this time she didn't move away. "Listen, I know this is hard. I know you're confused, but I still want us to at least talk."
Beka became angry but didn't move away, "How do you know how hard this is? How could you possibly understand that fact that the person I loved with all of my heart was all a lie?" The tears began to run down her cheek again.
Dylan wrapped his arm around her and leaned close. "I lost Sara. There is nothing I can do to bring her back, I tried for a long time to figure out a way, but she is dead, and what we shared only lives with me now. Is that not how you feel now? Like Tyr is dead. The Tyr we know wouldn't have done the things he did today. But he is Nietzschean, and that seems to have taken him more than anything else. I know you want him to be like he was, we all do, but that was all a lie. I don't know what he is planning, but I can promise that he is not Our Tyr."
Beka began to sob. It was true; he wasn't what he used to be. He might never be the person that held her while watching the suns rise on Infinity Atol, or the man who risked his own life to protect her from the Magog swarm. That Tyr was gone. But she did have one constant, Dylan. He had never abandoned her, never hurt her. He was always there for her. Maybe he was the one she needed right now.
So while she sobbed and contemplated, Beka allowed Dylan to wrap both arms around her and hold her. They stayed like that for maybe an hour until Beka had finally cried herself to sleep and could no longer hear Dylan's soft words.
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Yeah I know it's a little mushy. But please tell me what you think anyway, Fan or Flame, they both help.
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Dylan strode down the corridor towards Beka's quarters after making a few pit stops. After prying Tammers away from Anjel's body, Dylan had taken the young man down to medical to examine his DNA. He was who he said he was, but there had to be more to this story than they were being told. Why would a nietzschean betray his own Pride, disgrace his lineage and then risk his own life? It was highly unnietzschean like, things just didn't add up.
Tammers was reunited with little Alex, the toy magog, and the puppy that Beka and he had found on board the Dovolo. Alex clung to the young man as if he were his father. Dylan could see the love expressed by both Nietzscheans, even though they had no biological relation, and they would probably turn to rivals in the future. But standing there, watching Tamerlane cradle the small child in his massive arms, Dylan couldn't help but yearn for that sense of family.
It reminded him of Sara, and what they could have had. If only things had been different. If he had only listened to Rhades warnings 307 years ago. He could have stopped the Nietzschean fleet, and maybe everyone's life would have been better. Maybe he would have died 300 some odd years ago with a wife and many children by his side. But that would never be.
All he had was now, and the future. The commonwealth was well on its way to being fully restored, and Dylan had other things he could focus on at the moment. And that was why now he was walking towards Beka's quarters. He had done this before , but this time he was hoping he didn't have any interruptions.
He was lucky; he made it to the officer's quarters without being stopped. He had seen her leave, but he didn't know if she went to the Maru or her quarters, so it was a fifty-fifty bet. Dylan leaned on the door first trying to hear anything. He didn't want to walk in on her in the shower or anything. After a moment he heard her. She was sobbing horribly, and Dylan could hear her as she tried to inhale each breath painfully.
He knocked on the door, old fashion, but as captain, he could enter any room he wished. But this was not the time to abuse that right. "Beka, can I talk to you for a minute?"
The sobbing stopped and it was a good minute before she answered, "Can it wait until tomorrow?"
Dylan smiled, "No, I think we should talk."
"Fine" she said agitatedly.
Dylan waited for a moment while he heard her shuffling about. She finally opened the door, but stood in his way, not allowing him to enter. Her face was still swollen and her eyes were still puffy and red, but she had wiped the mascara off of her face. She sniffed quickly and glared at Dylan.
"What do you want?"
"Can I come in?" He asked unforcefully.
She sighed, "Now's not a really good time, ok." she tried to close the door, but Dylan stopped her.
"Just let me come in for a few minutes, and then I'll be out of your hair." He realized the bad pun a little too late.
"Fine," She gave in. "but just for a few minutes."
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Beka closed the door and crossed her arms around her stomach. What was he doing here? Didn't he have a ship to run? Why couldn't he just leave her alone for a few hours? That's all she wanted. Actually, all she wanted was for things to be the way they were. When Tyr was still part of the crew, and still a loving secret partner. She just wanted it to be the way things were, she wanted Tyr. Not the Tyr that she had seen earlier today. Not the Tyr that would kill so many innocent people and shoot a female in the back over a child. She wanted the Tyr that she had a year ago. She wanted to go back to those supply runs they would take together. She missed the way he always protected her first (well sometimes second, but he was Nietzschean, it was forgivable) during battle. He was very good to her, privately more than publicly, and she thought he had never done anything to hurt her. But he had.
Dylan crossed the room to the bed, which was actually the only place to sit, seeing as the couch was taken up by guns, clothes, and those little robots from the Dovolo. He picked up a largish black box that was lying on a pillow. But before he could open it, Beka snatched it away. She gently cradled the box and placed it in her lap on the other end of the bed. She wouldn't let him see what was inside, she couldn't.
Three days before he had betrayed them all, Tyr had taken Beka planet side for a "supply run." He had booked them a room at the most expensive hotel in the world's capital city. The room had been huge; a bedroom, kitchen, and living room, all open and all surrounded by a botanical garden. They spent a lot of time in the garden, but even more time in the bedroom. For the first time in her life, Beka was not afraid of commitment. She wanted to be with Tyr forever. She had even gone as far as to talk to him about removing her inhibitor and having his children, but he said no, not yet. Had she known what would happen in the next few days, she might not have accepted his double helix. She had worn it proudly while they were planet side, but they both agreed to hide them while aboard the Andromeda. And so they placed them in the black box that Beka was now holding. She had opened it many times and even wore her helix while in privacy mode. She hoped that maybe someday Tyr would comeback, but those thought were always accompanied by thoughts of his betrayal. And now, seeing his actions today, she didn't know what to think.
Dylan scooted closer to her, and she in turn scooted farther away.
She glared at him, "What do you want?"
He stared at his shoes, but he spoke softly, "I think we need to talk about what happened today."
Beka cringed; she knew exactly what he wanted to talk about. She had meant to kiss him on the Dovolo, but now it just didn't feel right. She was finally starting to believe that Tyr wasn't coming back, and she had always had an attraction to Dylan and his Boy Scoutish charm. But Dylan was all for commitment, and Beka just didn't want that, not now anyway. She didn't know what to think, it was all so confusing, but she knew that she didn't want to talk about it.
"I don't... I don't want to." she choked out quietly.
Dylan stayed where he was, but still persisted gently, "well, I think we have to." When he glanced over at her sad figure, "I know this is hard for you. I mean Tyr was very good to you, nothing will change that."
Beka's head shot up, "You knew?" She accused
Dylan smiled, "Yes, but if it makes you feel better, most of us knew, well except Harper."
"Oh, so it was that obvious." She glanced down at the box again quietly.
Dylan scooted closer to her, but this time she didn't move away. "Listen, I know this is hard. I know you're confused, but I still want us to at least talk."
Beka became angry but didn't move away, "How do you know how hard this is? How could you possibly understand that fact that the person I loved with all of my heart was all a lie?" The tears began to run down her cheek again.
Dylan wrapped his arm around her and leaned close. "I lost Sara. There is nothing I can do to bring her back, I tried for a long time to figure out a way, but she is dead, and what we shared only lives with me now. Is that not how you feel now? Like Tyr is dead. The Tyr we know wouldn't have done the things he did today. But he is Nietzschean, and that seems to have taken him more than anything else. I know you want him to be like he was, we all do, but that was all a lie. I don't know what he is planning, but I can promise that he is not Our Tyr."
Beka began to sob. It was true; he wasn't what he used to be. He might never be the person that held her while watching the suns rise on Infinity Atol, or the man who risked his own life to protect her from the Magog swarm. That Tyr was gone. But she did have one constant, Dylan. He had never abandoned her, never hurt her. He was always there for her. Maybe he was the one she needed right now.
So while she sobbed and contemplated, Beka allowed Dylan to wrap both arms around her and hold her. They stayed like that for maybe an hour until Beka had finally cried herself to sleep and could no longer hear Dylan's soft words.
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Yeah I know it's a little mushy. But please tell me what you think anyway, Fan or Flame, they both help.