Captive Entanglements 17/?
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 bare with me.
In no way related to "Past Reflections." Takes place in Season One.
I have no idea where this fic is now going. Since I spent some time away from it, I forgot what I had planned. If anyone has any ideas that would be great.
Gauntlets and An Argument
"That is indeed correct, Charlemagne." Tyr agreed as he and Harper sat themselves at the conference table with Dylan looking on. "Trance still needs to remove the implants from the back of our necks, here."
Tyr bowed his head slightly to point out where the device was located on his lower neck. Harper was watching all of this impassively, for once not adding his own sarcastic commentary.
"Very well. That explains your imprisonment but not why the Archduke is under the impression that you two are mated." Dylan continued, looking between his two crewmembers thoughtfully. "Would either of you gentlemen care to explain?"
"Go ahead Big Guy, this is all your fault after all." Harper finally spoke before his face took on a fierce sneer. "I was all for shooting the bastards after all."
"The reason that the Archduke believes that is because it is the truth." Tyr answered casually, waiting for the explosion he was sure would follow.
"Like hell you say!" Harper exclaimed in shock glaring at the weapon's officer. "I think I'd remember a monumental thing like freaking mating with a Kodiak, Tyr. Just what kind of trash are you trying to pull here?"
"Explain. Mr. Anastazi." Dylan ordered, the more calm of the two responses to be sure. "Now."
"I claimed Master Harper as my mate on Bolivar's ship when the Dragans attacked us, otherwise they would have killed the boy immediately."
"There was no other way?" Dylan asked tiredly, rubbing his face distractedly.
"None."
"I see."
"Well, that's nice." Harper interrupted viciously. "But I still don't see what is going on, so somebody better start explaining things to the resident idiot kludge here, before I get pissed off."
"Boy-" Tyr began only to get cut off by an irate Harper.
"I am not a boy, Tyr!" Harper hissed at Tyr only to be restrained by Dylan.
"Calm down, Mister Harper, immediately." Dylan ordered.
"I'm calm. I'm calm." Harper answered raising his hands in submission. "Go ahead, I am listening."
"If a Nietzschean claims a mate, or in your case a consort, in front of family and witnesses they are officially bound-"
"Yeah but, it was in front of a bunch of Dragans, and Sabra-Jaguar, Tyr." Harper reminded him nervously.
"If you would let me finish explaining before you interrupt again. As I was about to say, since I am the last of Kodiak Pride, the Sabra-Jaguar and more specifically Archduke Bolivar as our ally served as my family. The Drago-Katsov were the official witnesses. As far as any Nietzschean is concerned we are bound for life."
"Well, I'm not a Nietzschean." Harper reminded Tyr abruptly. "I don't give a damn what your people think. I'm not marrying a freaking Uber."
Both Nietzscheans at the table began growling menacingly at that, before once again Dylan tried to intervene.
"With all due respect Dylan. Mind your own business." Harper snarled at the Captain when he opened his mouth. "This has nothing to do with your precious Commonwealth and everything to do with my personal life, so kindly be quiet so that we can settle this."
"I do not want blood shed between you two." Dylan explained calmly.
"Too late for that, huh, Tyr?" Harper questioned bitterly.
"Your choice, Master Harper." Tyr reminded the engineer gently. "I would not have asked you to intervene on my account."
"Don't remind me." Harper sneered. "That has nothing to do with this marriage thing."
"Very well. We will discuss that particular issue at another time. But the fact still remains that you are now my mate and as such will wear my gauntlet." Tyr answered impassively, looking intimidating in all his Nietzschean glory as he took of his gauntlet and placed it in front of Harper.
"I am not wearing some Uber's bloody tag." Harper snarled. "I do not belong to anybody."
"You belong to me as I now belong to you, Master Harper." Tyr reassured the panicky engineer through clenched teeth. "As equals. The gauntlet will give you my protection from other Nietzscheans."
"Didn't do a fat lot of good before, did it?"
"Seamus Harper!" Tyr snarled, final getting aggravated with his mate.
"Calm down, Tyr. I'm putting the bloody thing on. Geez." Harper assured him as he clasped the Kodiak gauntlet to his upper arm. Harper couldn't help feeling trapped though as the metal snapped snugly around his bicep.
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 bare with me.
In no way related to "Past Reflections." Takes place in Season One.
I have no idea where this fic is now going. Since I spent some time away from it, I forgot what I had planned. If anyone has any ideas that would be great.
Gauntlets and An Argument
"That is indeed correct, Charlemagne." Tyr agreed as he and Harper sat themselves at the conference table with Dylan looking on. "Trance still needs to remove the implants from the back of our necks, here."
Tyr bowed his head slightly to point out where the device was located on his lower neck. Harper was watching all of this impassively, for once not adding his own sarcastic commentary.
"Very well. That explains your imprisonment but not why the Archduke is under the impression that you two are mated." Dylan continued, looking between his two crewmembers thoughtfully. "Would either of you gentlemen care to explain?"
"Go ahead Big Guy, this is all your fault after all." Harper finally spoke before his face took on a fierce sneer. "I was all for shooting the bastards after all."
"The reason that the Archduke believes that is because it is the truth." Tyr answered casually, waiting for the explosion he was sure would follow.
"Like hell you say!" Harper exclaimed in shock glaring at the weapon's officer. "I think I'd remember a monumental thing like freaking mating with a Kodiak, Tyr. Just what kind of trash are you trying to pull here?"
"Explain. Mr. Anastazi." Dylan ordered, the more calm of the two responses to be sure. "Now."
"I claimed Master Harper as my mate on Bolivar's ship when the Dragans attacked us, otherwise they would have killed the boy immediately."
"There was no other way?" Dylan asked tiredly, rubbing his face distractedly.
"None."
"I see."
"Well, that's nice." Harper interrupted viciously. "But I still don't see what is going on, so somebody better start explaining things to the resident idiot kludge here, before I get pissed off."
"Boy-" Tyr began only to get cut off by an irate Harper.
"I am not a boy, Tyr!" Harper hissed at Tyr only to be restrained by Dylan.
"Calm down, Mister Harper, immediately." Dylan ordered.
"I'm calm. I'm calm." Harper answered raising his hands in submission. "Go ahead, I am listening."
"If a Nietzschean claims a mate, or in your case a consort, in front of family and witnesses they are officially bound-"
"Yeah but, it was in front of a bunch of Dragans, and Sabra-Jaguar, Tyr." Harper reminded him nervously.
"If you would let me finish explaining before you interrupt again. As I was about to say, since I am the last of Kodiak Pride, the Sabra-Jaguar and more specifically Archduke Bolivar as our ally served as my family. The Drago-Katsov were the official witnesses. As far as any Nietzschean is concerned we are bound for life."
"Well, I'm not a Nietzschean." Harper reminded Tyr abruptly. "I don't give a damn what your people think. I'm not marrying a freaking Uber."
Both Nietzscheans at the table began growling menacingly at that, before once again Dylan tried to intervene.
"With all due respect Dylan. Mind your own business." Harper snarled at the Captain when he opened his mouth. "This has nothing to do with your precious Commonwealth and everything to do with my personal life, so kindly be quiet so that we can settle this."
"I do not want blood shed between you two." Dylan explained calmly.
"Too late for that, huh, Tyr?" Harper questioned bitterly.
"Your choice, Master Harper." Tyr reminded the engineer gently. "I would not have asked you to intervene on my account."
"Don't remind me." Harper sneered. "That has nothing to do with this marriage thing."
"Very well. We will discuss that particular issue at another time. But the fact still remains that you are now my mate and as such will wear my gauntlet." Tyr answered impassively, looking intimidating in all his Nietzschean glory as he took of his gauntlet and placed it in front of Harper.
"I am not wearing some Uber's bloody tag." Harper snarled. "I do not belong to anybody."
"You belong to me as I now belong to you, Master Harper." Tyr reassured the panicky engineer through clenched teeth. "As equals. The gauntlet will give you my protection from other Nietzscheans."
"Didn't do a fat lot of good before, did it?"
"Seamus Harper!" Tyr snarled, final getting aggravated with his mate.
"Calm down, Tyr. I'm putting the bloody thing on. Geez." Harper assured him as he clasped the Kodiak gauntlet to his upper arm. Harper couldn't help feeling trapped though as the metal snapped snugly around his bicep.