I know, it's been a long time in arriving. I'm so sorry! All the reviews have helped! Just haven't been inspired to write for this story…

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Andromeda Corridor

The ship was deathly quiet, no footsteps from any of the Andromeda's androids could be heard. Not even the holographic persona of the ship could be seen watching over the organic crew.

The ship made flesh stood in the brightly light corridor, her jaw slightly open. As though she was still waiting for the words to fall from her lips. A few feet away from her was Sephiroth, avatar for the One Winged Angel. Head hung as though in shame for his part.

Trance Gemini crept along the seemingly endless corridor, a small toolkit tightly gripped in her hands.

She knew nothing on the intricacies of avatar repair and most of her knowledge expanded to the organic life forms that resided in this universe.

If she could get Sephiroth back online, he would then be able to help her restore the Andromeda, help get Dylan and the others out of wherever the new nasty Harper had put them and get said mentioned engineer back to his old self.

She took a cleansing breath, hoping that it really did go as she had so simply planned it in her mind. She hadn't been blessed with the possible futures or outcomes for this little adventure and she really didn't like being blind.

Being powerless was not a feeling like she liked. She hated being kept in the dark about her friends and she had grown to love each and everyone of the crew. They were like family to her and she would be damned if she was going to let them die well before their time.

Losing a member of the ship was not an option that anyone was willing to accept, Dylan would do everything he could to make sure that they all got out of this alive. He was the type of man who would offer you the stars and moon and would make damn sure you got them.

A fleeting glance was all she could spare Rommie as she walked by her, a little unnerved at the stillness of the woman. Her dark eyes focused on an object or person no longer in sight.

Everyone kept saying what a fantastic job Harper had done in creating Rommie but he done something that would of taken a team of Commonwealth engineers weeks, even months to finish and had gave them the amazing avatar within a space of a few days. All on his own.

Sephiroth's long hair had formed a delicate veil over his features, giving him an almost angelic look to his face. His broad shoulders sagged as though he had fallen asleep in the middle of walking.

Trance nervously chewed her lip, she really knew nothing about fixing mechanical things, she might end up doing more harm than good and then where would she be?

Up the creek without a paddle, she thought as she placed the tool kit down on the deck and picked up a random tool and placed it firmly in her belt.

"Ohhh, I really wish these guys came with instruction guides," Trance sighed as she stepped behind Sephiroth, looking for something that would give her access to the battery of the avatar.

Something made her look behind her, she hated the silence that had taken hold of the ship and she didn't like the fact that Harper was somewhere in the Andromeda, possibly causing more mischief to Rommie and her systems.

The purple wonder would always be amazed at the ingenuity and the creativeness that humans could show, yet in the same instant, humans could be so cruel and callous towards each other.

The Commonwealth had really spared no expense when it came to making avatars. They felt so real, so lifelike. Even she had to admit that it was easy to forget the fact that they weren't living, that they were not human.

Sephiroth's own flesh felt warm to the touch as she slowly slide her hands underneath his uniform jacket. Her fingertips delicately looking for something that didn't feel right and would give away the location of the battery.

Nothing could be felt in her search of the area of the back so she moved to examine the avatars torso. Her cheeks warming in accordance to the touching and squeezing of the male.

"I have to do this okay," she apologized, "I don't now where your battery is and Harper isn't Harper so he can't help…"

A smile tugged on her lips as she could of sworn she felt Sephiroth's abdominal muscles contract slightly under her touch. Again, this search proved fruitless.

Her blush spread to her ears as she thought about other possible places where they might of placed the battery and she couldn't help but wonder what would be said if Sephiroth came to in the middle of the strip search and found Trance looking at things nice young girls shouldn't be.

He's an avatar, it's not like he's anatomically correct, a cheeky voice innocently offered her, I mean, didn't Harper say that Gabriel wasn't all man?

She rolled her eyes as she raised her hands and felt around the avatar's shoulders, moving his silver hair out of the way. Her fingertips pressing gently at the base of his neck.

The access button to the battery was situated where the base of the neck meets the spine, she took a few seconds to completely remove Sephiroth's jacket and vest so she could gain better access and she exactly what wires and buttons she would be messing with.

Again, she was surprised at how real his hair felt like hair. It was soft and fine, like he actually took time to look after it.

"You hair is so pretty," Trance whispered, resisting the urge to suddenly tie it in ribbons and make nice little pig tails.

She used Sephiroth's own smetal clasp to pin his hair up so she could look at the access port. It wasn't much larger than Harper's data port but it was made of a different metal.

"Nice and slow…" Trance whispered as she got to work on restoring the avatar.

It felt like hours before she actually got somewhere in regards to restoring some of the functions but she knew it was minutes. All the times she had watched Harper work on Rommie whenever she had some minor problems or when she had ran out of power on that prison planet, had finally paid off.

She stepped back when Sephiroth slowly lifted his head, his green eyes blinking what seemed to be in slow motion.

"……what happened…?" he whispered, it sounded like he was waking up from a long sleep.

"I don't know," Trance stepped in front of him, holding his jacket and vest, the blush she had returning as she handed them to him.

Sephiroth outstretched his hands, wondering when exactly he had been removed of his clothing. The young alien had somehow managed to give his batteries a small boost, one large enough to get him to get to a replacement charger.

"All I know is that the Andromeda is offline and that Harper isn't Harper," Trance offered him a small sad smile.

"Captain Hunt and the other crewmen?" Sephiroth sounded muffled for a few seconds as he pulled on his vest top, showing off how toned his chest was.

"…I think they're dead," Trance took a deep breath, "Harper placed a bomb in the brig…"

Sephiroth raised an eyebrow, the young engineer didn't seem to have any mental issues but he had been caught in the surge that that supposedly knocked Angel off line.

Could the young man's sudden behaviour deviance be a result of something that had happened back on the Angel?

"Tell me, did Mister Harper regain consciousness at all again before this all happened?"

Trance took a moment, her best friend had. He had said something about getting his revenge. That had puzzled her.

"Yeah," she replied, "He said he was going to get his revenge and then he threw me across the room."

Revenge, Sephiroth thought, he doesn't seem like the type to have any grudges and I get the feeling that this is a tight group of friends so revenge wouldn't be against them.

The purple young woman looked up at him, watching as the avatar's features frowned as he thought about the situation at hand.

"We should go check out the brig," Sephiroth finally said, "The Andromeda may have suffered a hull breach if there was an explosion."

"What about Rommie?" Trance looked back at the brunette avatar.

Sephiroth shrugged, "There's nothing that we can do for her right now. Our main priority is finding the other crewmen and trying to stop Harper from causing more mayhem."

Elsewhere……

No matter how hard she tried to stop the fear raking through Harper's form, it wouldn't give up. It was continuous, she knew that having the small man running around in fear at the moment because he was being chased by Magog in his mind probably wasn't helping.

She needed information about how to build Nova bombs, quickly and efficiently. Where she might be able to get some ready made ones. Who in Harper's memories could get that?

Ah yes, a gentleman by the name of Yayger. A large bounty hunter who had tried to claim the information that had been stored in Harper's mind from the Persied librarian.

In a few minutes, she would come face to face with the beast spawned from the depths of hell and act like a friend, well, long enough to pull the trigger on his newly acquired gun.

Waves of darkness kept washing over her eyesight, making Angel rub Harper's eyes in a vain attempt to the wake up. Angel didn't have time to rest which is probably what this body needed right now.

"Harper?" the magog's voice had concern in it, "Thank the Divine your alright!"

Try as Angel might, she couldn't muster even a fake smile for the monster walking towards her. Harper's body suddenly refusing to take any orders from her as her own fear decided to take grip.

"I'm…I'm alright Rev," Angel had to admit that she was fascinated by the feelings of fear she was experiencing.

She would have to speak to the young male hiding in his mind and ask him why he was allies with one of the creatures that had raped and killed so many of his people.

Rev's voice had a playful yet concerned tone of a parent as he walked towards who he assumed was his friend. Wondering why the small blonde was walking around when he clearly needed bed rest to regain his strength.

"Harper, it is good to see you up and about," he chided softly, "but you really should be resting. What would Trance say if she found out that you were out of bed?"

"Probably, Oh my God Harper," Angel responded, losing the fear in Harper's voice, "Don't."

Rev frowned, unsure of what the mud foot had meant by that. He barely had time to run for cover as a shot ricocheted off a screen, singeing some of his fur.

The wayist monk caught a look of annoyance and confusion both flash in the blonde's eyes as he gave out a frustrated cry. Harper, it seemed was having trouble trying to hold the weapon still.

Harper's Mind…..

"Oh no you don't!" Harper cried out as he lunged for the holographic form of the Angel.

"Leave my friends alone!" the engineer growled as he dove right through Angel as she disappeared.

He rolled with his dive, scrambling to his feet as he span around. Waiting for Angel or for the Magog that were currently running around in his mind to come and get him.

You really should of stayed in bed this morning, Seamus, he told himself, this could of all been avoided.

That brought a smile to his face as. Yeah, right. The Andromeda and her crew seemed to have trouble as a pet, it followed them no matter what planet they went to.

Somebody has to be leaving breadcrumbs lying about the universe, Harper crouched down low, waiting for Angel or any of the creatures that were hunting him to arrive.

There was no way that he was going to let the evil Angel hurt any more of his friends. Magog or not, Rev Bem was his friend and he had saved his life on more than one occasion. Had shown him that the Devine cared for all and everyone had a place in the universe.

"This is my mind," Harper whispered, "I make the rules and playing fields."

He stood up from his hiding place, looking braver than he actually felt. If he went back to the bridge, he might be able to get control of his body, get some kind of a message out to the others to let them know that he wasn't really bad.

"Hello Harper," a large hand grabbed him by the throat and pulled him backwards, the drumming of the Magog getting closer.

"I think we all know why I'm here," the bounty hunter whispered harshly into his ear.

Harper's eyes went wide, "I guess it's not to trade surfing tips is it?"

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Hey, I know I've spelt that bounty hunter's name wrong…the correct spelling would be greatly appreciated…that's even if I have the name right!!

No apologies for this tardiness…well, maybe a little!