Honored Memories

By: Kryptonite

A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed, nine again! Yay! I'll mention you all at the bottom. I'm glad everyone liked the second chapter I'm really happy with the way it came out. Trance freaks out in this chapter and Tyr is a little more 'involved' with someone on the ship than we thought (wink, wink). Anyway, enjoy.

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" Harper?" Dylan walked slowly into Machine Shop Seven, one cautious step at a time. " Harper?" He called, looking around the brightly-lit room. A crashing sound from his left caused him to spin and see Harper shedding machine parts like water.

" I'm up, I'm up." Harper said blearily, ready to fall back asleep.

" Sure you are. Have you been able to replicate the machine?"

" Nope. Can I go back to sleep?" Seamus Harper was wobbling dangerously on his feet, his eyes getting heavier by the minute.

" Not unless you want a sore back and a crick in your neck." Harper blinked rapidly, holding up one finger to make a point and still wobbling.

" Wouldn't be the first time Cap'n." With that Harper fell back asleep standing up, causing him to fall back into the pile of parts. Dylan shook his head and grinned at his quirky genius engineer.

Moving to pick the kid up, Dylan's foot brushed against something that decided to wrap around his ankle. He went down with a crash. Harper woke up instantly, gun at the ready, eyes searching the room for the intruder before finding him at his feet.

" Oh hey Dylan. Whatcha doin' down there?"

" Apparently nothing. Do you mind?" Harper rolled his eyes and hauled the taller man up.

" Now if you don't mind, heave ho!" Harper said, motioning with his arm to the door before he started marching.

" Where are you going?" The captain called after him.

" Bed!" Harper called back, grinning maniacally the entire time.

Dylan turned around and let his gaze sweep over Harper's 'home away from home'. " I will never understand that man."

" I don't think anyone ever will." Beka said. Dylan turned to find her leaning against the doorframe. " Am I interrupting something?" She asked teasingly.

" Nope not at all. Want to get something to eat while we're both up?"

" Sure." She said smiling and holding out her hand for him to take.

" Let's go." The two walked down the hall, Tyr watching their every step.

" I'm sorry." The words were whispered into the hallway echoing with Beka and Dylan's footsteps.

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" Harper? Harper wake up!" A voice called through Harper's fog-clouded consciousness.

" Go away." He waved his hand above his head, hoping to make the annoying 'fly' leave him alone.

" No, now wake up." A sharp sudden pain radiated from his upper left arm and Harper woke up quickly. It turned out that Trance was twisting the flesh.

" Let go, I'm up! I'm up!"

" Good, now get dressed." Harper grumbled the entire time as Trance watched and waited against his door.

" What's all this about?"

" You'll see." The two marched down to Beka's quarters and then Dylan's. Rommie had started following them at some point along the way.

" What's this about?" She kept her mouth shut but opened the door to the room where Dylan had left the machine the evening before. Tyr was sitting in the chair, every attachment hooked to his body, eyes glazed over and drool coming out of his open mouth.

But what really shocked everybody was the image sitting above the table like a holo-projector.

" I thought you said this couldn't show your memories to anyone." Trance rounded on Harper, more than major-ly pissed off. Harper's arms flew up to guard his face from the wrath of the golden alien.

" I didn't think it could!" He wailed back, mind flashing to a time when if he had screwed up he could've been killed.

" What did you see yesterday?!" Trance yelled again. She had backed Harper into a corner and was right in his face.

" Nothing! I didn't see nothing!" He yelled, head turned away and eyes closed, expecting her to hit him.

Rommie's calm voice interrupted her tirade. " Trance. I can see everything that happens on this ship. I was watching yesterday while you tried the machine. We couldn't see anything." Harper straightened, happy to have someone on his side. He started his usual bouncing thing when he was happy, his head bobbing slightly as he spoke.

" Yeah, yeah. I told you we couldn't see anything. Tyr's obviously used this longer than anyone on board. Maybe that has something to do with it." Everyone turned quiet as a very interesting image was shown and heard.

" Hello." Beka whirled, blonde hair flying around her shoulders, at the voice and clutched the towel tighter.

" Tyr? What the hell are you doing in here?" She glared daggers at the man who was so casually leaning against the doorframe.

" I wanted to see you." he answered simply. His eyes never left her body.

" You wanted to see me? Excuse me but my eyes are up here." Tyr slowly dragged his eyes upward and looked Beka head on. " What the hell do you want?"

" That should be obvious."

The image abruptly stopped and Tyr lunged forward as everyone had a habit of doing on this thing. Beka was hiding her face in her hands, remembering that day a little too clearly.

" Tyr? You okay?" The larger man was slowly but surely pulling everyone of the attachments out of his skin. A single drop of blood spilled from his temple but Tyr wiped it away quickly.

" I'm fine. Much better." Tyr looked a lot better than he had before. More rested, safer.

" You sure?" Dylan asked the question at the same time as Harper said, 'Wanna tell us when that little rendezvous happened?'

" Not gonna happen Little Man, and I'm fine. Much better." He took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

" Alright now that that little incident is over, which Beka are you sure…"

" Yes. That, um, time is not going to be discussed." She cleared her throat and fidgeted.

" Okay, anyway. Someone mind telling me why Tyr looks better now than he did when he came aboard?"

" The machine's addicting."

" Addicting?"

" Yes." Tyr looked straight at Beka the entire time he was talking and everyone noticed.

" Well this certainly is an interesting turn of events." Harper said, looking around the crowded room.

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Harper's Pixie- Glad you think it's interesting. Trance will have more encounters with the stupid little object so don't worry.

Yullia- Hope you liked Tyr's I couldn't resist typing that. I always thought those two would make a nice couple… if Tyr ever got over being such an arrogant prat.

Karola- It'll be a good memory trust me. Might not be all that pleasant but it'll be a good one.

Ames- Thank you! Here's the next chapter.

Szhismine- His memories are coming soon enough, keep your shorts on. Yes Tyr was looking for the machine. Trance will explain, probably, later on.

Kingleby- Yeah total Harper fan myself. I have a friend who digs Tyr but Harper's smart, funny, cute and amazing. As long as he's not drunk or vindictive, even then he's still cute! ;)

me- Yeah, Harper saw the blood but it was just a few drops so it's not that scary. The reason the attachments hurt is because they have small needles on the ends that need to be embedded in at least the first layer of skin. Which is why it ripped Trance's skin when she didn't take it out right.

sparkycola- I love your name! Hopefully you won't get too anxious. Harper has a reason he stays away from the machine as long as possible which will be brought up in his memory… I think. Glad you loved it!

Labyris- I'll work on it thanks. Hopefully this chapter was a little bit better.