Places I'd rather forget

Disclaimer: You know I don't own the show by now need I say it again? Inspiration for this story comes from just about every decent fic I've ever read with special mention to Raven and Parisindy.

Chapter one: Places I'd rather forget

"The infections overwhelming him I've tried every antibiotic we have nothings working. I don't know what else to do. We're losing him!"

"There must be something! You have to try something else. You can't let him die!"

"These nothing else to try."

You can't just give up! Don't let him die! Please don't let him die."

He could hear their voices but they sounded so far away; he could tell they were upset, desperate and pleading even, but he couldn't make out the words the pain blocked them out. Were they talking about him? He thought so. He tried to concentrate but the pain was too great and he felt his consciousness slipping back to the place he'd rather forget.

"Don't hurt me, please don't hurt me." The small boy whimpered but it was no use the pain was unrelenting and never ending.

"You have to lean the consequences of your actions kludge" boomed the voice.

"I won't do' it again, I swear" pleaded the boy.

"No I don't think you've learned your lesson yet" said the Neitzschean as he swung his arm down bone blades slicing though the boys delicate skin again and again sending waves of agonising pain through his body.

"I wont do' it again" the boy stammered, he was barley old enough to string a sentence together, the child wasn't even sure what he had done.

His parent's found him an hour later curdled in a ball still murmuring "please don't hurt me" they barley recognised him; his face was nothing but a swollen bloody mess and his blond hair was streaked though with even more blood. "Seamus" his mother whispered kissing the top of his head and slowly rocking her child back and forth trying to comfort him.


Dam this thing's itchy today thought Harper as he scratched at his port yet again. He peered in the mirror the skin round his port was red and swollen "Shit" he muttered "that doesn't look good." I'll have to remember to drop by med deck and have Trance take a look later he thought not relishing the idea.

He never got the chance; just as he finally managed to drag him self to the doors of the med lab the ship rocked from weapons fire; Harper was almost relived now he had an excuse not to step through those dreaded doors.

Harper spent the rest of the day on repairs he felt kind of dizzy but he did his best to ignore it, he also felt cold, he shivered, a sure sign he had a fever he knew the signs well enough by now, but still he chose to ignore that too and continue working. He hadn't time to be sick when slipstream was down and the bad guys were looking for them.

When Harper failed to report in several hours later Dylan had asked Rommie were he was; she had said sensors were down but he was last in the slip core trying to repair it; and that was were they found him unconscious but writhing in pain on the floor.

Beka ran over to him he was so pale; she bent over and stroked his blond hair "Hay shortie it's gona be alright" she said unsure wither she was trying to reassure Harper or herself.

Dyan carried him to med deck and laid him gently on a bed Trace administered an analgesic but his writing never stopped. When it finally did hours later Beka had to check he was still breathing.

To be continued.....