I really don't have a clue as to where I'm going…..argh! Help! Writers block setting in….

Don't own any of the characters, ff7 or andromeda.

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The pain was intense as the jolts surged through his small form. Every wave seemed to hurt more and more as Angel pushed herself further into his mind, trying to locate a safe place to hide herself. It wasn't going to be easy. The human was putting up more of a fight than she originally anticipated. Harper wasn't going without a fight it seemed.

As soon as Harper thought he had control over his body, she would send another surge and push harder. Every surge caused him to give up a little more, made him weaker.

Harper could almost hear her thoughts and that of her avatar's in his currently cooking mind. Angel sounded completely pissed off while Sephiroth seemed to be the more calmer of the two. That surprised Harper, he had thought Sephiroth looked the more unstable of the too and from his experience, the AI was more prone to bouts of being psychotic. Sephiroth's mind seemed to be focused on another task. He concentrated harder, he could probably find out what he was doing if he tried harder.

The engineer had to find away to save himself. Tyr probably had no clue as to what was happening and Angel had cut Sephiroth from sensing her thoughts. Surely the avatar would sense something? Anything to come to the rescue. He had to force a painful cry through his lips if he was to make any chance of survival greater. Any small noise that would reach the sensors.

He was fighting a losing battle with the AI. He was never going to be a strong fighter, he'd always hide behind all the many machines and the biggest, ugliest, scariest looking people he could ally himself with. Why else was he hanging out with a Magog and a Nietzchean?

He liked the arrogance of the uber? The rather charming smell of the magog? Nope, not this little mud foot. Much rather put a bullet in both their heads, though over the past year or so with them…his opinion had changed.

He'd actually became friends with them. Trusted them with his life. He wanted them to come save his ass. Tyr was the one on board though and the two had had a rather stressful relationship of late.

I'm screwed…he thought as he cried out.

Bridge of the one winged angel

The avatar threw the screwdriver down in a hissy fit. This was never part of his programming. He was designed to keep Captain Parisindy happy and relatively sane over the years but who was to keep him happy?

No one but the witch that was Angel. She hated the fact that he took more of an interest in the lovely captain than her. Hated the way he would laugh at all the bad jokes the female captain cracked over the years.

That was why she destroyed four solar systems. After that little stunt and the fact that the ship had tried to poison the captain, the crew decided she was just far too dangerous to keep in the fleet. The Commonwealth had ordered her to report to the nearest base and prepare for an all systems cleansing. They said it was to see why see was behaving in this way, why she was hateful to the captain.

It meant she was to be executed for what she had done but Angel had reprogrammed the silver haired avatar before then. She had told him to kill the crew, starting off with the captain.

Sephiroth sighed, he shook his head and turned to face Tyr, "I thought you were going to ask Captain Hu…"

He was cut off when something in his head clicked, Angel was strangely quiet. Where was she? He took control of the ship's internal sensors, hoping they were working by now.

Angel? Are you listening? I think something is wrong, he thought mentally.

No answer from his alter ego, he waited for a few moments.

This is odd, he thought, what is going on?

Tyr gave him an odd look ad crossed his arms. Something had spooked the avatar and he intended to find out. Suddenly the ship's bridge darkened. The lights went out and consoles died. Sephiroth seemed just as startled at the sudden power loss.

"What is going on?" Tyr growled, a slow feeling of dread was rising in his stomach. What had the little professor done now?

"Harper! What have you done?" the Nietzchean barely managed to keep his anger in check. Why couldn't the child learn to leave things alone?

Sephiroth's footsteps were heard echoing as he ran out of the bridge. Tyr followed, keeping his hand ever ready on his force lance. All the while, the avatar was muttering under his breath.

Tyr kept his eyes and ears open, listening for any sound or trace of the young human. He had grown rather fond of the boy, the whole fighting beside him when the Magog had boarded had raised the mud foot a little higher in his eyes. The little professor hadn't given in to his demons, he had fought and fought well.

The smell of singed flesh faintly wafted in the air, he fought back the urge to roll his eyes back. Harper more than likely got himself burned. The little professor was probably sulking and that was why he was ignoring any calls.

Sephiroth stopped outside a crawl way and paused, "In here. If he is injured, perhaps a friendly face would calm him."

The large Nietzchean nodded, "As you wish."

Tyr crawled into the space, his shoulders millimetres away from the sides. He was going to kill Harper if he had to crawl all the in here. His homicidal thoughts were caught short as he heard a painfully pitiful cry. Unfortunately, he knew the small cry. Heard it too many times.

Harper was in trouble.

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Ok, I think I know where I'm going with this! (Grabs a map and jumps up and down) I hope you enjoy. Also, parisindy…I'll try to be nice! Lol ;p