Captive Entanglements 11/?
Disclaimer: Andromeda, Harper, Tyr etc. Don't belong to me, unfortunately. No infringement intended.
Authors Notes: Rated R due to possible slash content and violence. I have been having some formatting problems, so if this comes out crazy bear with me.
In no way related to "Past Reflections." Takes place in Season One.
The Brothel
Harper quietly looked around the building from his place behind Tyr and Bolivar. The rest of the Nietzschean crewmembers followed behind them as they were all herded into a large bare room. Sub-vocal growls filled the air as some of Charlemagne's crew rebelled against their rough treatment, only to be forcible knocked down and dragged to the original destination. Harper was stiff as a board as he followed Tyr into the darkened room.
"What the hell is going on?" Harper wondered aloud. "I mean why are we still together, it's just foolish to keep us together like this."
"What are you talking about boy?" Bolivar sneered. "I wouldn't complain if I were you. If any one would be helpless alone it would be you. How do you feel about lying down for Prade? He seems interested doesn't he?"
"That will not happen, as you are well aware." Tyr growled aggressively, watching Harper swallow down his fear and glare at the Jaguar as the others snickered darkly at the engineer's discomfort. "If Prade were to touch Harper honor would dictate that I would defend my mate. So I suggest you should stop putting ideas into Mister Harper's head. He already has an active imagination as it is."
"Hey I resemble that remark." Harper interrupted indignantly. "Anyway, what I was talking about before was that you would think such genetic specimens as they obviously are, would be concerned about us trying to escape if we are all settled in together. It would have made more sense if we were all separated."
"It could have something to do with… that." Tyr answered, gesturing toward the ceiling somberly.
"What?" Bolivar asked looking toward where Tyr was staring. "Frack! That's Abstinithe."
"What a nithe?" Harper asked suspiciously.
"It's a form of knock out gas." Tyr commented in an aside to Harper, who was starting to look panicked.
"Why would they need us unconscious?" Harper whined. "I like my consciousness just fine where it is."
"Calm down, Professor." Tyr suggested.
"Calm down. Calm down!" Harper screamed. "They're drugging us. Who knows what diabolical type things those uber-bastards are planning to do with us. I bruise easily!"
Just as Tyr was trying to think of an appropriate reply for Harper's hysterics the blonde human collapsed on the ground unexpectedly. Tyr checked his pulse to make sure the boy was all right before turning to Bolivar.
"Was that really necessary?" He asked the smirking Nietzschean, who was looking down at the collapsed engineer in amusement. "Goading your future allies is not a smart strategic move."
"The way you talk to the kludge I would think that you care more for him than you first seemed to." Bolivar commented shrewdly. "If I didn't know that the whole 'mates' story was fiction I would be concerned for your mental health, Tyr."
"Who ever suggested that it was fictitious?" Tyr questioned casually.
"If you honestly expect me to believe that you and that pathetic excuse for a human are mated…" Bolivar exclaimed disgustedly.
"I am not in the habit of advertising my personal life to potential allies and/or enemies." Tyr answered before he began to loose track of the conversation, as he felt woozy and stumbled to the ground closely followed by the Jaguars. He lay down beside Harper's unconscious form dizzily, caressing the blond curls at his forehead. "You better appreciate this, Little Man, because once we get back to the Andromeda we are going to have a long talk."
Soon thereafter Tyr followed his 'mate' into unconsciousness. Once everyone was out their Nietzschean guards came in to collect them in silence, dragging them out of the room into the hallway.
Disclaimer: Andromeda, Harper, Tyr etc. Don't belong to me, unfortunately. No infringement intended.
Authors Notes: Rated R due to possible slash content and violence. I have been having some formatting problems, so if this comes out crazy bear with me.
In no way related to "Past Reflections." Takes place in Season One.
The Brothel
Harper quietly looked around the building from his place behind Tyr and Bolivar. The rest of the Nietzschean crewmembers followed behind them as they were all herded into a large bare room. Sub-vocal growls filled the air as some of Charlemagne's crew rebelled against their rough treatment, only to be forcible knocked down and dragged to the original destination. Harper was stiff as a board as he followed Tyr into the darkened room.
"What the hell is going on?" Harper wondered aloud. "I mean why are we still together, it's just foolish to keep us together like this."
"What are you talking about boy?" Bolivar sneered. "I wouldn't complain if I were you. If any one would be helpless alone it would be you. How do you feel about lying down for Prade? He seems interested doesn't he?"
"That will not happen, as you are well aware." Tyr growled aggressively, watching Harper swallow down his fear and glare at the Jaguar as the others snickered darkly at the engineer's discomfort. "If Prade were to touch Harper honor would dictate that I would defend my mate. So I suggest you should stop putting ideas into Mister Harper's head. He already has an active imagination as it is."
"Hey I resemble that remark." Harper interrupted indignantly. "Anyway, what I was talking about before was that you would think such genetic specimens as they obviously are, would be concerned about us trying to escape if we are all settled in together. It would have made more sense if we were all separated."
"It could have something to do with… that." Tyr answered, gesturing toward the ceiling somberly.
"What?" Bolivar asked looking toward where Tyr was staring. "Frack! That's Abstinithe."
"What a nithe?" Harper asked suspiciously.
"It's a form of knock out gas." Tyr commented in an aside to Harper, who was starting to look panicked.
"Why would they need us unconscious?" Harper whined. "I like my consciousness just fine where it is."
"Calm down, Professor." Tyr suggested.
"Calm down. Calm down!" Harper screamed. "They're drugging us. Who knows what diabolical type things those uber-bastards are planning to do with us. I bruise easily!"
Just as Tyr was trying to think of an appropriate reply for Harper's hysterics the blonde human collapsed on the ground unexpectedly. Tyr checked his pulse to make sure the boy was all right before turning to Bolivar.
"Was that really necessary?" He asked the smirking Nietzschean, who was looking down at the collapsed engineer in amusement. "Goading your future allies is not a smart strategic move."
"The way you talk to the kludge I would think that you care more for him than you first seemed to." Bolivar commented shrewdly. "If I didn't know that the whole 'mates' story was fiction I would be concerned for your mental health, Tyr."
"Who ever suggested that it was fictitious?" Tyr questioned casually.
"If you honestly expect me to believe that you and that pathetic excuse for a human are mated…" Bolivar exclaimed disgustedly.
"I am not in the habit of advertising my personal life to potential allies and/or enemies." Tyr answered before he began to loose track of the conversation, as he felt woozy and stumbled to the ground closely followed by the Jaguars. He lay down beside Harper's unconscious form dizzily, caressing the blond curls at his forehead. "You better appreciate this, Little Man, because once we get back to the Andromeda we are going to have a long talk."
Soon thereafter Tyr followed his 'mate' into unconsciousness. Once everyone was out their Nietzschean guards came in to collect them in silence, dragging them out of the room into the hallway.