Hello, this is Deirdre. Sorry it took me so long everyone, school has been keeping me very busy lately and I've had no time to write. I realize this isn't very much but I hope it will be enough for you until I get the next part up. I promise I'll have the next part up soon.

Disclaimer: I own no part of Andromeda or its characters, just in case you weren't too sure of that before.

Rating: PG (some vague references to mature stuff)

Part 2

Harper's face contorted in pain as a monster of a headache brought him to consciousness. "Ohhh, what hit me?" he whined pitifully under his breath. He laid one arm over his eyes as the early morning light only added to his pain. Rolling over on to his left side he noticed someone else beside him. A small bit of blonde hair could be seen above the pillows though most of her head was still hidden beneath the covers. Harper began to grin to himself but it quickly began to fade into a puzzled frown when he tried to think back to the night before and couldn't remember anything. The girl shifted positions and Harpers puzzled frown turned into a look of pure horror when he saw who poked her head above the covers.

"What the hell?" Beka saw the look of horror cross Harper's face the instant she saw him. For nearly thirty seconds they both lay there staring at each other, then as one both frantically tried to get off the bed. Harper on the verge of panic got his foot caught in the covers as he scrambled out of the bed. Beka could hear him issue a cry as he fell face first to the carpeted floor. So desperate to get off the bed Beka nearly fell to the floor when she realized almost too late that she wasn't clothed.

Hiding on either side of the bed with only their heads peeking over the sides at each other Beka couldn't keep her rising anger and confusion at bay any longer. "Harper what did you do?" Her cheeks had gone red from embarrassment and anger. "I... I don't know... HEY! Why is this automatically MY fault?!" his eyes were wide and frantic. "Just because we are in my room in my bed DOESN'T mean I did something." He rubbed at his eyes the light was making them water and causing tears to roll down his flushed cheeks and the yelling was making his headache worse. Looking over to Beka he knew she must feel the same.

"Okay. Okay. Lets just ...uh get dressed and then we can talk about this." She pulled one of the sheets off of Harpers bed which she quickly wrapped around herself before fleeing to the safety of her own room.

Nearly an hour later Beka emerged from her room and went to the small kitchen to fix herself a cup of coffee. Her hair still damp from the shower she had taken but she hardly noticed. She had pulled on a pair of black pants and a plain blue tank top. As she reached the kitchen she noticed that Harper was already there; his own hair just as damp as her own. He had pulled on one of his numerous pairs of brown pants and wore one of his Hawaiian shirts, though he had buttoned every single button and when he looked up at her she could have sworn his cheeks had turned the color of a cherry. Suddenly she felt very exposed and crossed her arms across her chest and ran her hands lightly over her bare arms. Leaning against the counter she watched Harper hurry out of her way and sit at the table in the chair farthest from her, his eyes focused on the oh so interesting cup in his hands.. "Sooo..." she looked him over once, his cheeks were still very bright and she knew from the heat in her own that she must be just as red.

"Hmm, have you uh... hmm... You haven't been able to remember anything... have you...?" she asked. Her headache had lessoned some during her shower but hadn't fully left either. Worse still was she couldn't remember very much from the night before. "Uh..." Harpers voice cracked when he tried to speak so clearing his throat and sipping his coffee he tried again, "Uh... not so much. I remember going to dinner, then ahhh..." he sipped at his coffee again, his cheeks seeming to turn a brighter shade of red, "ahhh, then I remember coming back here... but ... uh... nothing else." He sipped his coffee yet again trying to hide behind the mug. Beka knew exactly how he felt; she had poured herself a mug full and was sipping at it. "Yeah, same here" She bit her lip lightly trying to remember anything from the night before but it was a complete haze.

"Ahhh..."frustration taking over she set her mug down hard on the counter, dark liquid sloshing over the side. "Come on." She growled as she took Harper by the wrist. The poor boy nearly spilling his coffee as he tried to quickly set it on the table before being dragged back towards his room.

"Ahh Beka..." he hesitated to ask what it was she was doing because in truth she was beginning to scare him. "I want to know what happened last night, and maybe something in here will tell us." She let go of his wrist as they entered his room. Looking about the floor it didn't take her long to find her discarded clothes. Bending over she picked them up noticing the dark purple stain on the shirt. Harper was beside her looking at his own discarded shirt noticing the same stain, and where his shirt had been was what looked like a wine glass. Further investigation revealed a bottle which they could only assume was what held whatever the dark liquid had been.

"You got me DRUNK!" Beka asked. She couldn't believe it, she didn't drink and no one could make her drink if she didn't want to. "How the hell did you get me drunk?" She sat on the bed, her head in her hands, and her confusion at its peak. Harper for his part looked just as perplexed, "I don't get it I remember getting this the other night, but the barkeep said it was just juice..." he shook his head in a futile attempt to remove the fog that hid his memories.

Beka stood up and started to pace the room, one hand on her hip the other pinching the bridge of her nose. "Okay, this is what we do. We don't know what happened last night. Maybe nothing happened. Maybe we uhh... just fell onto the bed with out our clothes on.... Ohh" her face fell into a frown. Frustrated Beka started to pace the room her arms crossed against her stomach. "Alright look, you don't remember what happened and I don't remember what happened. As far as we know, nothing happened. So let's just try to forget it alright" Her lips held a weak smile and her voice, though she tried to control it, hinted at the desperation and near panic she felt inside. Hastily she gathered up the clothes she had left behind the night before and started to leave the room.

Harper sighed in relief. He could do that. He could forget what had happened here last night and this morning. He gave a grunt of frustration as he flopped down onto his bed, who was he kidding? He might have slept with Beka, the woman that was practically an older sister to him and he couldn't remember!! He buried his head under the pillows wishing he had never brought back that bottle of so-called juice. So focused on his thoughts he nearly fell off the bed again when Beka came storming back into his room, her face red with what he couldn't tell was anger or embarrassment. "By NO means are you to say anything to anyone! Got that!" She stared at him until he nodded his head.