Hey, how ya doin? As usual, I don't own the show or the lovely men. Oh, yeah….a note to Gordon Michael Woolvett, we really don't mean it! If u ever read this…..

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Past

Harper crawled along the narrow crawl way. In some ways, the Angel was a whole lot slender than the Andromeda. Even the hologram was thinner than the nicely curved Rommie. The war ship was darker and had the whole evil feeling going for it. If he was any younger, he'd would have been petrified.

Being boarded by Magogs and surviving various loonies on the Andromeda, kinda toughened him up, so this was a cake walk.

It still creeped the living daylights out of him. Ok, she'd been cleaned out since she went nuts but it wasn't the point. He was breathing the same air as the now dead crew. If he listened hard enough, could he hear the screams of the crew?

He kept sneezing as the dust filled the air with every movement he made. At least Rommie was a whole lot cleaner.

"I'd ah, fire the cleaning bots," he joked into the thin air. Angel, like his own adopted ship, would hear him. If not, he'd have to do something about her internal systems.

As luck would have it, the old girl did hear him. She appeared a few feet in front of him in a large cross section. A vision of perfection, the hologram didn't even flicker. Seemed her hologram projectors were working just fine.

"Over here Mister Harper," Angel waved, her heavy bracelets clinked together as they fell. It seemed like the commonwealth spared no expense in making the impressive ship.

The young mud foot turned space grease monkey crawled to her and once again found himself eyeing up some very unobtainable eye candy. His heart raced as the ship didn't seem to realise what her new dress change was doing to the engineer.

It was a whole lot tighter than any of Rommie's and Trance's. Was she programmed to be like that for her captain or was this the personality and way the ship wanted? Maybe Sephiroth had decided on what she looked like. He'd find out the answers when he'd jacked into her, if she let him.

Angel watched as the young man stood beside her, her dark eyes eyed him up. She switched off the program that caused Sephiroth to hear her thoughts, it wouldn't help if the stupid avatar heard the plan.

She would jump ship, transfer her program, or the personality part of her to the young human. He had amazing capacity, all she had to do was to find a way to enter the cortex of the young foolish human without killing him. How hard could that possibly be?

Harper pulled out a long wire from his tool belt and gave her a small smile, "I…I'm gonna have ta plug in to get a better reading of your problems there darlin."

"Plug in? what kind of an engineer are you?" Angel eyed him with curiosity. Why was he lying? Didn't he realise that his companion had told Sephiroth of the Commonwealth's demise?

The question made Harper pause for a second, thinking of an answer that wouldn't get him into too much trouble. How was he going to explain his data port and what he could do with it?

"Well, um…I jack into you and I have a look at your programs. It's the latest from the Commonwealth," that seemed like a good lie.

"Nice lie. The commonwealth has fallen over three hundred years ago," Angel stared him straight in the eyes, seeing right through the hastily made lie, "but, proceed. I hate being blind."

She felt him jump into her systems, the sensation not entirely pleasant but not unpleasant. She followed him in and greeted him in the small area that he landed in. Even in her mind, he still was small.

"Welcome to my mind," she offered, her voice didn't have the echo sound Rommie did. Like two people speaking almost in time.

Harper was impressed, "Hey, cool. What problem do you want me fixing first?"

Angel smiled, "Thank you. I think I would prefer to have my sensors fixed. I would hate to fire on friendly ships again."

Harper nodded and walked over to the first of his many fixing points. The systems were a mess. Some were half there or corrupt. Large parts of memory were missing. It would take more than the estimated two to three days to get this ship up and running.

"Ah man. You're a mess," Harper spoke in the silence, "No offence but they did a real number on you. How the hell did you survive?"

"By whatever means I could. I hid within the deepest part of my memory cells, hoping they wouldn't check the third back up copy," Angel sat on the electric hologram floor, "Lucky for me, they didn't."

By this point, the organic engineer had lost himself in fixing the problems that were cursing the ship. It would take all his knowledge to repair half of the damage. It wouldn't do to fix the external problems if the internal ones kept blowing out and caused the outer ones to go too.

After about an hour of fixing and cursing the broken chips and files. Harper was ready for giving up, it was proving to be a difficult task. He didn't have a full array of tools or even the full knowledge of how 300 year old ships worked. His array of knowledge of ships was always self taught and if it worked, his attitude was one of 'Yes, you may refer to me as a super genius.'

"How's that feeling?" he mumbled.

Angel's eyes darted, checking to see if the action had caused a reaction to one of her damaged areas, "…Yes! I seem to have sensors back…or at least some small part of my external ones."

Some of your external? Aww man, it's gonna take forever. I can feel my butt cheeks falling asleep as it is, Harper moaned mentally. He gave a small defeated sigh and rolled up his sleeves.

"This may take…"

He was cut short by an energy pulse ripping up his data cord and into the small delicate port. It was painful as hell. It felt like the whole Jagen and the unwanted download thing again. He gave a surprised cry as he felt something much larger and much more sinister enter through his port to his mind.

Don't worry dear child, you'll be better much soon. It always hurts the first time you do things, Angel soothed as she continued.

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Sorry for taking so long to update. Hope this is better for all you groovy people out here.