A/N: I couldn't help myself! I had to write a Gaheris Christmas fic! I don't know if anyone will like it, but here it is anyhow. It takes place before the Nietzschean uprising against the Commonwealth. I love Gaheris, and am so sad that no one besides a few other people and me put Gaheris in their fanfics. Anyhow, love y'all, love Gaheris, and please review! I might write a Season 2 (Tyr), S3 (Gaheris), S4 (Telemachus), and S5 (Telemachus) Very Nietzschean Christmas if I have time, but don't count on it. Depends on what the Mominator has in store for me to completely ruin my day. (My mom. :shudder:)
Disclaimer: C'mon, people. If i owned Andromeda, at the end of the 'Unconquerable Man' Gaheris wouldn't have died, Telemachus would have joined the crew right at the end of Home Fires, Telemachus would NEVER have fallen in love with Louisa... get the picture? :P
A Very Nietzschean Christmas, S1 (Gaheris)
By Meg Jordan
Part One: Christmas Music"Would you turn that off?" Gaheris Rhade, Executive Officer of the warship Andromeda Ascendant squeezed his eyes shut in pain and annoyance.
"It's Christmas music, Rhade," Andromeda replied matter-of-factly.
"I don't care what it is, just turn it off!"
The annoyingly cheerful bells and drums cut off, and Gaheris opened his eyes to see the hologram standing in front of him with her arms crossed. "Dylan ordered I play it," she pouted.
"That's a problem that can be remedied," Gaheris replied. As soon as he opened the door out of his quarters, his ears were assaulted by that annoying music again.
"Ship, where's Dylan?" Gaheris asked loudly over the music.
"The party on Obs Deck."
"Party? For what?"
"Christmas."
Gaheris threw his hands in the air. "Why are we celebrating a holiday from ancient Earth?"
"I think it's cute, Rhade," Andromeda's hologram said. "And besides, people give you things for free. They're called 'presents'."
"What does one give a warship?" Gaheris asked.
"Maybe I'll get an avatar built for me like the Pax Magelanic," Andromeda replied snottily. "What does one give a Nietzschean?"
Gaheris bit his tongue; realizing 'sex' wasn't the answer Andromeda was looking for. "What you can get me for this annoying holiday is to turn off that music!"
"I need a direct order from Dylan," Andromeda said, disappearing.
Gaheris looked longingly back at his quiet quarters, then at the long, music-filled corridors leading to the Obs Deck. "Maybe I can sleep through this annoying holiday," he muttered to himself, retreating into the silence of his quarters.