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Disclaimer - Andromeda is theirs, Illithan and new races mine, if you want to use this fic for any reason, this includes hitting people in the head with and using it as a chew toy, then please ask.
Rating - 15, simply put I read it with my sister and I don't think she entirely got it, if your under 15, feel free to tell me what you think and what you thought it meant. American rating? PG-13 I guess.
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The stitch wore its way up his side, corrupting his thoughts as it throbbed in his chest; from behind the dogs barking persuading him to go on despite the fatigue. A shot rang into the night and he cursed, 'typical. Get yourself separated on a planet where they use propulsion weapons.' He tugged at the meds around his neck and drew from it as the back of his throat caught and he coughed.
A hand grabbed him by the shirt and he yelped as it went to his mouth; he found his head nestled close to a woman's chest and chanced a glance up to her face but it was masked by shadows. "Silence," she hissed, the breath lingering between her teeth. Outside the scent hounds snuffled and he became aware of something masking their scent somehow.
The hounds moved away, his helper let him go, and walked into the darkness behind them both. "Hey hold up I owe you one."
"No you do not, those guys would have torn you apart."
"You saved my life."
She turned to him. She was a striking woman, with long dark purple hair and a strange oriental beauty to her eyes, which were a deep brown colour. He was quick to note the pointed cat like ears that were clear on her head and they flicked listening for sound. She wore a long silvery blue coat that hung to the floor and he could not see what she wore beneath it. 'Hopefully nothing,' He found himself thinking and she looked to him sharply. "That may be, but it is my policy. I save those who are chased by those I hate!"
"Right."
He had not meant to sound so cynical. She moved away from him further into the warehouse. "What, so that's it? You save my ass and then you leave me here alone? Well thanks, knowing my luck you'll be saving me in a few minutes. Cut out the middle man, take me with you."
As she moved back to him, he noticed that her practical shoes were without heels. She stopped in front of him. "Do not think that I am one to be messed with Seamus!" This caught him by surprise and he unknowingly stepped back from her, "I know your name, I know more of you then you think - do not trouble me."
She continued on, leaving him standing there alone. A pain in his stomach doubled him over and his hand searched for the medication usually about his neck. Unable to find it there he looked around on the ground. "Wait!" He shouted after the woman. "Please I need your help!"
The woman faltered in her steps, before backtracking to him. He looked up to her from where he was on his knees. "Your medication is just under your ankle, but you do not need it, it is not your Magog that cause you pain. How can you expect to have run so far and yet not hurt?" He stopped mid panicked breath and noticed that she was right. "You are a man of rapid deductions; do not rule out what you may not believe."
She moved away from him once more. A bark down a nearby street made him start and he was quickly on his feet again. He looked about for a time knowing the woman had disappeared and yet knowing she was still there. 'Must be the Harper charm' He thought cockily.
In the deepened shadow, Illithan snorted slightly, wondering how a man with a past such as his could think such. Yet she could not leave him alone yet, something inside him called for her attention, and something within his soul made her want to talk to him again. She stayed where she was because she knew no one ever wanted her around when they discovered the truth of who she was.
"I know your there."
His voice reached where she sat on the rafters. "I am waiting," she told him simply. "It was inconvenient that you were almost caught where you were." He craned his neck to look at her and she looked back down at him. To her, his pale face seemed to glow slightly in the moon light that just escaped the ceilings grasp.
"I know what you are too."
This shook her slightly and she found herself staring at him for a long moment before dropping her eyes. "Is that so? Then why do you continue to stand there?"
He lent casually against a wall support, "Because I'm not dead yet." He told her logically. "If you were a proper Shalench then I wouldn't be breathing right now, unless of course you're not keen on the taste of Magog," He referred to her races off world name. Illithan came from a species divided on their home planet into a variety of cultures, yet off worlders held the common view of her kind as a whole; a murderous bloodthirsty race, often hired as assassins and mercenaries. "So, I guess Harper meat isn't on the menu."
"I am not a Shalench."
"No? Then you do a very good impression of one, you'll have to tell me how you managed that teleport."
"You hold the common misconception of my kind, but I cannot inform you better. I must leave."
She used another teleport to land on the ground, unable to use the ability over great distances and walked calmly away from him. He watched her, drawn by her beauty and her poise, 'Man, she's incredible.' He found himself thinking. 'And she can read my thoughts too.'
"Yes, I can but there is not a lot there."
Her barb at him made him stop. He had been about to leave through the door she had pulled him through. "That's not fair," He pouted slightly. "What did I ever do to you?" He held his hands out in innocence and she found herself drawn to him somehow, she pulled back slightly. "Well this sucks I come down to this planet, get chased by the cops, then get saved by some random Shalench chick and then get insulted."
"You missed your little episode with the larvae."
"I have no idea where Dylan, Beka, Trance, or Rommie are and it's raining cats and dogs. I don't think this could get much worse."
She glared at him, the brown eyes suddenly looking chilling and cold. "Never say such things. Never, ever say that thinks cannot get worse, because then they will!" She snapped. Her kind were very suspicious when it came to such things, they hated to chance the fates. "You know what I am, Harper, yet you know so little about my beliefs do not chance the fates!"
Realising that he touched a particularly sore nerve he just looked up at her with a smile. "Sorry. Is a guy expected to know everything?" He held his hands out again. She wondered why he kept showing her that he was innocent and defenceless. "I don't suppose you know where I could stay tonight? I can hack into the system tomorrow and find out whether Dylan and Co. got caught."
Illithan knew of only one place to stay in the city, her own meagre dwelling and she suddenly recognised that she would not mind showing to him. "I know of only one place, my own home, you can stay there until morning."
"Thanks."
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Please leave a review, big thanks to my proof reader!
Disclaimer - Andromeda is theirs, Illithan and new races mine, if you want to use this fic for any reason, this includes hitting people in the head with and using it as a chew toy, then please ask.
Rating - 15, simply put I read it with my sister and I don't think she entirely got it, if your under 15, feel free to tell me what you think and what you thought it meant. American rating? PG-13 I guess.
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The stitch wore its way up his side, corrupting his thoughts as it throbbed in his chest; from behind the dogs barking persuading him to go on despite the fatigue. A shot rang into the night and he cursed, 'typical. Get yourself separated on a planet where they use propulsion weapons.' He tugged at the meds around his neck and drew from it as the back of his throat caught and he coughed.
A hand grabbed him by the shirt and he yelped as it went to his mouth; he found his head nestled close to a woman's chest and chanced a glance up to her face but it was masked by shadows. "Silence," she hissed, the breath lingering between her teeth. Outside the scent hounds snuffled and he became aware of something masking their scent somehow.
The hounds moved away, his helper let him go, and walked into the darkness behind them both. "Hey hold up I owe you one."
"No you do not, those guys would have torn you apart."
"You saved my life."
She turned to him. She was a striking woman, with long dark purple hair and a strange oriental beauty to her eyes, which were a deep brown colour. He was quick to note the pointed cat like ears that were clear on her head and they flicked listening for sound. She wore a long silvery blue coat that hung to the floor and he could not see what she wore beneath it. 'Hopefully nothing,' He found himself thinking and she looked to him sharply. "That may be, but it is my policy. I save those who are chased by those I hate!"
"Right."
He had not meant to sound so cynical. She moved away from him further into the warehouse. "What, so that's it? You save my ass and then you leave me here alone? Well thanks, knowing my luck you'll be saving me in a few minutes. Cut out the middle man, take me with you."
As she moved back to him, he noticed that her practical shoes were without heels. She stopped in front of him. "Do not think that I am one to be messed with Seamus!" This caught him by surprise and he unknowingly stepped back from her, "I know your name, I know more of you then you think - do not trouble me."
She continued on, leaving him standing there alone. A pain in his stomach doubled him over and his hand searched for the medication usually about his neck. Unable to find it there he looked around on the ground. "Wait!" He shouted after the woman. "Please I need your help!"
The woman faltered in her steps, before backtracking to him. He looked up to her from where he was on his knees. "Your medication is just under your ankle, but you do not need it, it is not your Magog that cause you pain. How can you expect to have run so far and yet not hurt?" He stopped mid panicked breath and noticed that she was right. "You are a man of rapid deductions; do not rule out what you may not believe."
She moved away from him once more. A bark down a nearby street made him start and he was quickly on his feet again. He looked about for a time knowing the woman had disappeared and yet knowing she was still there. 'Must be the Harper charm' He thought cockily.
In the deepened shadow, Illithan snorted slightly, wondering how a man with a past such as his could think such. Yet she could not leave him alone yet, something inside him called for her attention, and something within his soul made her want to talk to him again. She stayed where she was because she knew no one ever wanted her around when they discovered the truth of who she was.
"I know your there."
His voice reached where she sat on the rafters. "I am waiting," she told him simply. "It was inconvenient that you were almost caught where you were." He craned his neck to look at her and she looked back down at him. To her, his pale face seemed to glow slightly in the moon light that just escaped the ceilings grasp.
"I know what you are too."
This shook her slightly and she found herself staring at him for a long moment before dropping her eyes. "Is that so? Then why do you continue to stand there?"
He lent casually against a wall support, "Because I'm not dead yet." He told her logically. "If you were a proper Shalench then I wouldn't be breathing right now, unless of course you're not keen on the taste of Magog," He referred to her races off world name. Illithan came from a species divided on their home planet into a variety of cultures, yet off worlders held the common view of her kind as a whole; a murderous bloodthirsty race, often hired as assassins and mercenaries. "So, I guess Harper meat isn't on the menu."
"I am not a Shalench."
"No? Then you do a very good impression of one, you'll have to tell me how you managed that teleport."
"You hold the common misconception of my kind, but I cannot inform you better. I must leave."
She used another teleport to land on the ground, unable to use the ability over great distances and walked calmly away from him. He watched her, drawn by her beauty and her poise, 'Man, she's incredible.' He found himself thinking. 'And she can read my thoughts too.'
"Yes, I can but there is not a lot there."
Her barb at him made him stop. He had been about to leave through the door she had pulled him through. "That's not fair," He pouted slightly. "What did I ever do to you?" He held his hands out in innocence and she found herself drawn to him somehow, she pulled back slightly. "Well this sucks I come down to this planet, get chased by the cops, then get saved by some random Shalench chick and then get insulted."
"You missed your little episode with the larvae."
"I have no idea where Dylan, Beka, Trance, or Rommie are and it's raining cats and dogs. I don't think this could get much worse."
She glared at him, the brown eyes suddenly looking chilling and cold. "Never say such things. Never, ever say that thinks cannot get worse, because then they will!" She snapped. Her kind were very suspicious when it came to such things, they hated to chance the fates. "You know what I am, Harper, yet you know so little about my beliefs do not chance the fates!"
Realising that he touched a particularly sore nerve he just looked up at her with a smile. "Sorry. Is a guy expected to know everything?" He held his hands out again. She wondered why he kept showing her that he was innocent and defenceless. "I don't suppose you know where I could stay tonight? I can hack into the system tomorrow and find out whether Dylan and Co. got caught."
Illithan knew of only one place to stay in the city, her own meagre dwelling and she suddenly recognised that she would not mind showing to him. "I know of only one place, my own home, you can stay there until morning."
"Thanks."
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