Hey kids! How ya doin? As always, I don't own….damn.

Harper looks so hot in series two! He's well buff!

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Bridge of the andromeda…past

As much as Dylan trusted Andromeda's decision on things, he just couldn't shake the feeling of dread that was creeping up on him as he watched Sephiroth pace the length of his office like a caged cat.

He watched the muscular shoulders fall up and down in rhythm, the being in front of him was either angry or extremely nervous.

He hadn't forgotten the last time he went up against this particular Commonwealth officer. He'd lost half of his assault unit and had watched as the silver haired creation had smiled as he did it.

However…the being pacing a hole in his office was not the same nut who had gone on the killing spree. This one honestly seemed concerned about the current situation. Though it lead Dylan to believe that the man was just killing time so he could plan something.

Harper, according to the purple wonder that was Trance, was going to be ok but more than a little groggy for a few days. The young man was resting in the medical bay with Rev Bem praying to the ever present Devine for his health.

"Mr Sephiroth, please," Dylan offered him a seat with a swift fluid motion of his hand. The silver haired avatar looked at it as though it was a baby Magog ready to devour a sack of kittens.

"I'm very politely ordering you. I'm not asking," Dylan offered him a smile that could of frozen water.

Rommie stood in the corner, watching every move the nervous being made. She had been startled herself when the Angel suddenly went dead but something wasn't right. There had been a power surge, she had been through a bad space storm. On that she wasn't lying to the crew but something wasn't sitting right.

Surely Harper, with all his self proclaimed mechanical and engineering skills would of realised a power surge? Even if he was hacked into her system? He would of seen it coming a mile off.

"Rommie?" Dylan looked at her, his somewhat handsome face frowning in concern.

"I'm fine Dylan," Rommie answered in her almost in sync voice.

Sephiroth eyed her warily, "Funny, I remembered you saying that after we rescued you when you emerged from slipstream…"

Rommie raised her eyebrows and interrupted, "I am. Really. I was just wondering why Harper didn't see the energy surge and why I didn't detect it myself."

That lighted a similar file in Sephiroth's mind, why hadn't he seen it coming? He frowned in confusion.

"……That also makes me wonder the same thing," Sephiroth sat on the edge of the chair, ready to leap up at a moments notice, "Why didn't I go offline?"

Dylan leaned forward and rested his forearms on the table, "Avatars usually have a small back up generators right?"

Sephiroth shrugged, "I'm not an engineer. I can barely change a light bulb without having to resort to reading the instructions first."

Rommie nodded in the corner, "Most do."

"Most engineers?" the avatar rubbed the back of his neck, working out an imaginary kink that had decided to work it's way.

"Avatars," Rommie gently corrected.

Dylan sighed, Why am I getting this horrible feeling in the back of my head? Is Sephiroth really this naïve after 3 hundred years of drifting?

"Sephiroth," Dylan straightened, "What do you remember about the power loss?"

"I was sitting on the bridge trying to fix something. Mr Tyr was standing behind me, telling me how the Commonwealth had fallen. Harper and Angel were fixing something near the engineering deck. It went quiet about a few hours later," Sephiroth gave him a shrug with one shoulder, "I'm not lying, that's all what happened."

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Trance watched as her friend slept somewhat peacefully on the huge medical bed. Everything on the ship seemed to drown his small frame no matter how hard he tried.

She had patched him up and had given him a mild sedative to help him rest. The drug seemed to be working and he would only toss and turn occasionally. Soft moans emerged from his lips.

His data port had actually fared better than she expected. Harper had merely caught the end waves of the surge rather than the first ones. She hadn't been to thrilled about how Sephiroth had removed the thin wire from him.

Why hadn't she seen this coming? You didn't have to see possible futures or have a gift to see that when Andromeda bumped into old friends, that things generally went bad.

Had she been lulled into a false sense of security by the sudden peaceful and what everyone claimed, lucky streak?

She heard Rev mutter softly prayers of the Devine for Harper and smiled. No matter how dire the situation was, you could always depend on Rev appealing to the Devine's graces.

Why did Harper ask 'Did it work' for? Did what work? What did he do over there? What did Dylan ask him to do? Trance shrugged the questions off. She'd find out the answers soon enough she figured.

She turned round in time to see Beka creep into the medical bay, her blue eyes instantly turning to where her 'adopted brother' lay. The pilot flashed Trance a smile before walking over to Harper.

"Leave you alone for two seconds," Beka gently ruffled the sleeping engineer's blonde hair, "He's going to be okay right?"

Trance smiled, "Of course Beka. He was just electrocuted."

The pilot with the ever changing hair gave the purple one a funny look, "Just electrocuted? Last time he was fried, we had the whole commonwealth library in his head. Every time I let him out of my sights, something bad happens to him."

"Well, it's not your fault. Trouble just follows us," the purple alien shrugged, "Anyway, I'm more interested in Sephiroth. Who exactly is he?"

As much as Beka hated admitting it, she loved gossip as much as the next woman. She had to hid the fishmonger wife part of her whenever she spoke to Tyr, who it seemed, loved to gossip as well given half a chance.

The entire crew on the ship loved to gossip and even the holier than thou Dylan had been known to lower himself. She had even caught the captain 'discussing important briefings' with the warship.

"…Dylan hasn't told me. Though, I get the feeling that they have history," Beka leaned her lean frame against the bed and crossed her arms.

This had intrigued Rev, who joined the conversation. No one, it seemed was immune from the bug that was gossip on the warship.

"Perhaps but I feel that the Devine will tell us the answers when we need them, not when we want them," Rev looked up from his bedside place, his eyes taking in the two women in front of him.

Beka smiled, "I was never one for waiting. I'm gonna go see what Dylan is saying."

On that, the Maru's captain left the sickbay.

"May the Devine help us…" Rev muttered smiling, "She has such passion."

Trance bit her bottom lip, frowning. Something bothered her, something not quite right.

"You know Rev," the young alien said, "You may be right about those answers."

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Harper's mind…

The young mud foot slowly opened his blue eyes. Green files zipped by his head, interlaced with reality…or what he believed to be it.

He was lying flat on his back and staring at the bridge of the Andromeda, though the green files were still floating before his eyes.

Carefully and slowly he stood up, stumbling back. This was the Andromeda but things were different. It was deserted and he was still in his newly acquired Commonwealth uniform.

Instinctively, he reached for his data port, remembering the sudden and unprovoked attack by the Angel. It burnt his pale finger tips. He swore as he sucked on them to ease the pain.

"Ouch…jeez. That freakin' hurt," he managed to mutter.

"Rommie?" he held his breath, waiting for the ever sexy voice of the ship to filter through the speakers.

His heart beat quickened as the ship failed to answer him. This wasn't good. His next thoughts were about the others on the ship, Tyr, Beka, Dylan, Rev and Trance. If Rommie was offline, then who knows what had happened to the others while he was out.

He span round as the doors to the bridge seemed to open in slow motion, revealing the curvy form of the Angel in all her glory.

On pure instinct, the blonde dived behind the console usually occupied by Tyr, trying to make himself smaller and less visible to the holographic warship apparition.

What the hell is happening here?! How is she here?! I'm back on the Andromeda…not the…or am I? That might explain why Rommie isn't answering…Harper groaned inwardly, cursing the fact that he woke up this morning.

"Oh no Mister Harper," Angel's voice cut through the silence and made his skin crawl at the same time, "Rommie isn't here. It's only me."

Harper's eyes darted about the empty bridge, looking for a place to run to. A place to hid from Angel, he spotted an open access port and contemplated the short fast sprint over to it. Could the hologram be faster than she looked?

The blonde listened to his heart beat as it continued to thunder in his chest. Surely the witch must of heard it?

"Come on out Seamus. I'm not going to hurt you…not if you do a little job for me," Angel changed her voice to one with a seductive undertone.

The blonde pressed his back against the console he was hiding behind. He shook his head, trying to clear the rising fear out of his mind.

"Uh…no! I mean, hello! You tried to kill me! What makes you think that I would do anything for you?!" Harper edged a little closer to the open port, hoping the Angel would be looking elsewhere for him.

He couldn't see the smile but his ears picked up on it almost instantly.

"Because I can give you so much pain if you don't."

I really didn't….arrrrrghh! Harper twisted in pain as the Angel somehow managed to give him electric shocks, futilely he tried biting back the pain but nothing it seemed, would hold his cries back.

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Medical bay, still in the past

Trance leapt back in surprise, watching as the blonde started having convulsions. The currents started from the small silver data port and all the way through his form.

His screams were strangled, as though he was fighting not to scream. Before the young alien had a chance to respond to help him, the screams and the convulsions stopped.

So did his heart.

Trance leapt forward, her heart racing.

"Oh no you don't Harper!" she fumbled with the necessary life saving equipment.

It was a blink-and-you-miss-it moment as his heart started again, much to her relief. She let out a jagged sigh.

"Beka would kill you if you did that while she was here," Trance whispered softly.

Harper's hand shot to her throat, catching her off guard. The purple alien stood in shock as the engineer sat up sharply and pretty much threw her across the room.

Trance clattered into the medical cabinets, covering her head from the falling glasses and bottles that was held in them. She was reeling in shock as the small blonde engineer shakily stood up, an odd look on his face.

"Harper?" Trance whispered, "What are you doing?"

A slow smile spread over the handsome face, "Getting revenge."

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Duh duh duh….