Captive Entanglements 18/?
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.
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"Are we through then?" Harper asked impatiently, barely keeping his urge to throw something across the room in check. When he received a barely perceptible nod from Dylan he stood up from his seat angrily. "Good. Now if you'll excuse me, I want to see how much of a mess you made of Andromeda while I was away."
Without a word of goodbye Harper stalked from the room leaving behind three bemused men staring after him.
"That was rather different." Dylan commented under his breath with an exasperated sigh.
"How so, Captain Hunt?" Bolivar asked utilizing his Nietzschean hearing capabilities to the utmost.
"I can deal with the bouncy somewhat pessimistic Harper, but I have never seen him like that before." Dylan commented worriedly, looking in Tyr's direction. "A few things I want made absolutely clear Tyr."
Tyr merely raised an eyebrow in question while staring down his captain, barely keeping his own concern from showing on his face.
"Since you are now in essence married to Harper, I will expect you to treat him with the proper respect." Dylan began only to be cut off by a rather disgusted snort from Tyr.
"You are not his father, Dylan. You have no right to dictate to me how I treat my mate." Tyr answered disdainfully, making as if to get up from his seat, only to be immobilized by Dylan's arm holding his in place.
"His family is dead, as such he has no one to speak for him." Dylan reminded the Nietzschean coldly tightening his grip on Tyr's upper arm. "On this ship, as his captain I am the closest thing to an alpha that he has, whether any of my crew acknowledge that fact. The fact remains that Mister Harper is a member of my pride, if you will, as are you Mister Anastazi. As you should know I will do anything in my power to protect my crew, if that means engineering a mysterious accident if I find out you are mistreating my engineer in any way, so be it. I am the Captain of this ship after all."
Bolivar remained silent throughout Dylan's tirade, vastly surprised at the seemingly moralistic Captain's threats. Tyr stared at his captain who was doing his best to remain cold and intimidating under the weight of Tyr's regard when he was surprised by Tyr's abrupt chuckle. He became a bit nervous after a few seconds when Tyr didn't immediately stop. From past experience a laughing Nietzschean never boded well for others. Therefore Dylan was surprised when instead of knocking his head from his shoulders his arm was grabbed in a warrior's salute and Tyr was smiling proudly at him.
"I always knew there was a reason I liked you, Dylan. Good, very good." With one last affectionate squeeze Tyr let go relaxing in his chair, still chuckling at strange intervals. After a few moments of relaxed silence Dylan spoke once again.
"Well. What are you waiting for? I expect you to fix whatever has upset your mate so obviously." Without waiting for a proper response Dylan stood up and strode from the room. It was only because they were Nietzscheans that they heard him mumbling to himself as he walked up the hallway. "They barely could stand each other before, what the hell am I going to do with them at each other's throats?"
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.
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"Are we through then?" Harper asked impatiently, barely keeping his urge to throw something across the room in check. When he received a barely perceptible nod from Dylan he stood up from his seat angrily. "Good. Now if you'll excuse me, I want to see how much of a mess you made of Andromeda while I was away."
Without a word of goodbye Harper stalked from the room leaving behind three bemused men staring after him.
"That was rather different." Dylan commented under his breath with an exasperated sigh.
"How so, Captain Hunt?" Bolivar asked utilizing his Nietzschean hearing capabilities to the utmost.
"I can deal with the bouncy somewhat pessimistic Harper, but I have never seen him like that before." Dylan commented worriedly, looking in Tyr's direction. "A few things I want made absolutely clear Tyr."
Tyr merely raised an eyebrow in question while staring down his captain, barely keeping his own concern from showing on his face.
"Since you are now in essence married to Harper, I will expect you to treat him with the proper respect." Dylan began only to be cut off by a rather disgusted snort from Tyr.
"You are not his father, Dylan. You have no right to dictate to me how I treat my mate." Tyr answered disdainfully, making as if to get up from his seat, only to be immobilized by Dylan's arm holding his in place.
"His family is dead, as such he has no one to speak for him." Dylan reminded the Nietzschean coldly tightening his grip on Tyr's upper arm. "On this ship, as his captain I am the closest thing to an alpha that he has, whether any of my crew acknowledge that fact. The fact remains that Mister Harper is a member of my pride, if you will, as are you Mister Anastazi. As you should know I will do anything in my power to protect my crew, if that means engineering a mysterious accident if I find out you are mistreating my engineer in any way, so be it. I am the Captain of this ship after all."
Bolivar remained silent throughout Dylan's tirade, vastly surprised at the seemingly moralistic Captain's threats. Tyr stared at his captain who was doing his best to remain cold and intimidating under the weight of Tyr's regard when he was surprised by Tyr's abrupt chuckle. He became a bit nervous after a few seconds when Tyr didn't immediately stop. From past experience a laughing Nietzschean never boded well for others. Therefore Dylan was surprised when instead of knocking his head from his shoulders his arm was grabbed in a warrior's salute and Tyr was smiling proudly at him.
"I always knew there was a reason I liked you, Dylan. Good, very good." With one last affectionate squeeze Tyr let go relaxing in his chair, still chuckling at strange intervals. After a few moments of relaxed silence Dylan spoke once again.
"Well. What are you waiting for? I expect you to fix whatever has upset your mate so obviously." Without waiting for a proper response Dylan stood up and strode from the room. It was only because they were Nietzscheans that they heard him mumbling to himself as he walked up the hallway. "They barely could stand each other before, what the hell am I going to do with them at each other's throats?"