Captive Entanglements 19/?
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.
Their First Fight As A Married Couple
Harper stalked down the hallways of the Andromeda Ascendant furiously, not knowing where he was headed as long as it was away from the conference room behind him.
"Brendan would kill me if he could only see me now." Harper mumbled under his breath as he continued to walk distractedly about the lower decks of the warship. "I freakin' married to a uber bastard. Oh Bren, I should have just stayed on Earth and got killed like a good little kludge. No instead I'm hopping around the galaxy with a three hundred year old relic, a magog priest, Beka, my purple pixie and my freakin' mate; who just so happens to be a Kodiak. Who the hell does Dylan think he is? How would he like it if he'd been forced to bond with the uberman? Huh, wouldn't be so high and mighty then, would he?"
"If you are through talking to yourself, Harper." Andromeda interrupted him mid-rant, her holographic form materializing directly in front of him. "There seems to be a malfunction with the weapon's systems."
"Yeah, yeah. I'll be right there babe." Harper answered gruffly, doing his best to keep his darker emotions under control. "I knew they'd destroy you without the Harper around."
"Don't worry, the Harper will save the day." He assured the ship made flesh. "Say it with me RomDoll. The Harper is good."
Andromeda smiled at her engineers colorful antics, as always amused by his manic like energy. She was however concerned by his anger. She had been monitoring his progress since his return and began growing increasingly concerned for him. Since he seemed so hell-bent on moving around, disregarding Trance's orders about bed rest, and talking to Dylan and Tyr obviously made matters worse, Andromeda took it upon herself to keep Harper busy by giving him a problem to fix.
"Is the malfunction on the bridge, or in the weapon's console near engineering?"
"The console the deck below us." Andromeda answered before blinking out of sight, leaving Harper to walk there in silent contemplation, which lasted all of a few seconds knowing Harper before he began to rant to himself once again.
Seamus was immersed in fixing the targeting systems a few hours later when Tyr walked up silently behind him. So busy playing with the intricate wiring was Harper that he didn't notice that he was no longer alone. It was only when he got a side view of a pair of bone spurs that he realized he had company. Before his brain caught up with what he was seeing Harper had backed away from the Nietzschean cowering against the wall next to the opened panel.
Tyr watched Harper curl in upon himself with his arms covering his face and his legs leaning up in a protective gesture. When Tyr moved closer to the engineer he caused the blonde to whimper in fear.
"Please don't hurt me." Harper begged brokenly while convulsing helplessly. Not knowing how to go about breaking through Harper's panic attack, Tyr fell back on what he knew best, scathing realism.
"If you are through cowering in the corner like a scared child, we have much to discuss Little Man." Tyr told Harper in a slightly gentled voice, although Harper was too distraught to even notice. He did recognize Tyr's superior tone of voice however, which effectively got his attention.
"Are you trying to give me a heart attack Tyr?" Harper snarled from his position on the floor, slowly straightening his body out. "Geez make some noise when you walk. Better yet wear a bell."
"A bit melodramatic don't you think?" Tyr asked sarcastically. "We really need to talk in private."
"No I don't think. So why don't you just leave me alone, Tyr?" Harper snapped furiously. "I don't need this right now. If you hadn't noticed I was in the middle of fixing the weapon's systems. You know, the guns you shoot at everyone? Wouldn't want to deprive you of your fun."
"You seem to be under the mistaken impression that this is up for debate, boy." Tyr told him, full sneer in place.
"Bite me." Harper hissed turning his back on Tyr. "I'm not going anywhere with you, and we've said all that needs to be said."
"If you want me to, but I would think you would wait until we know each other better." Tyr commented with a perfectly straight face.
"Ha bloody ha, Big Guy. You're a regular comedian." Harper sneered disdainfully, only to shriek like a girl when he was suddenly picked up from behind and thrown over Tyr's muscular shoulder.
"What do you think you're doing, Uber?" Snarled Harper furiously, pounding on Tyr's back as hard as he could. "Where are you taking me?"
"To our quarters." Tyr answered softly after a few minutes of tension filled silence.
"Excuse me, but our quarters?" Harper yelled shrilly. "Our quarters? I don't think so buddy. There are your quarters and then there are my quarters. There are no OUR quarters."
Harper continued to pound without stop on Tyr's shoulders and back as he strode down the hall towards his quarters, only letting Harper down once he entered his rooms the door closing ominously behind them.
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.
Their First Fight As A Married Couple
Harper stalked down the hallways of the Andromeda Ascendant furiously, not knowing where he was headed as long as it was away from the conference room behind him.
"Brendan would kill me if he could only see me now." Harper mumbled under his breath as he continued to walk distractedly about the lower decks of the warship. "I freakin' married to a uber bastard. Oh Bren, I should have just stayed on Earth and got killed like a good little kludge. No instead I'm hopping around the galaxy with a three hundred year old relic, a magog priest, Beka, my purple pixie and my freakin' mate; who just so happens to be a Kodiak. Who the hell does Dylan think he is? How would he like it if he'd been forced to bond with the uberman? Huh, wouldn't be so high and mighty then, would he?"
"If you are through talking to yourself, Harper." Andromeda interrupted him mid-rant, her holographic form materializing directly in front of him. "There seems to be a malfunction with the weapon's systems."
"Yeah, yeah. I'll be right there babe." Harper answered gruffly, doing his best to keep his darker emotions under control. "I knew they'd destroy you without the Harper around."
"Don't worry, the Harper will save the day." He assured the ship made flesh. "Say it with me RomDoll. The Harper is good."
Andromeda smiled at her engineers colorful antics, as always amused by his manic like energy. She was however concerned by his anger. She had been monitoring his progress since his return and began growing increasingly concerned for him. Since he seemed so hell-bent on moving around, disregarding Trance's orders about bed rest, and talking to Dylan and Tyr obviously made matters worse, Andromeda took it upon herself to keep Harper busy by giving him a problem to fix.
"Is the malfunction on the bridge, or in the weapon's console near engineering?"
"The console the deck below us." Andromeda answered before blinking out of sight, leaving Harper to walk there in silent contemplation, which lasted all of a few seconds knowing Harper before he began to rant to himself once again.
Seamus was immersed in fixing the targeting systems a few hours later when Tyr walked up silently behind him. So busy playing with the intricate wiring was Harper that he didn't notice that he was no longer alone. It was only when he got a side view of a pair of bone spurs that he realized he had company. Before his brain caught up with what he was seeing Harper had backed away from the Nietzschean cowering against the wall next to the opened panel.
Tyr watched Harper curl in upon himself with his arms covering his face and his legs leaning up in a protective gesture. When Tyr moved closer to the engineer he caused the blonde to whimper in fear.
"Please don't hurt me." Harper begged brokenly while convulsing helplessly. Not knowing how to go about breaking through Harper's panic attack, Tyr fell back on what he knew best, scathing realism.
"If you are through cowering in the corner like a scared child, we have much to discuss Little Man." Tyr told Harper in a slightly gentled voice, although Harper was too distraught to even notice. He did recognize Tyr's superior tone of voice however, which effectively got his attention.
"Are you trying to give me a heart attack Tyr?" Harper snarled from his position on the floor, slowly straightening his body out. "Geez make some noise when you walk. Better yet wear a bell."
"A bit melodramatic don't you think?" Tyr asked sarcastically. "We really need to talk in private."
"No I don't think. So why don't you just leave me alone, Tyr?" Harper snapped furiously. "I don't need this right now. If you hadn't noticed I was in the middle of fixing the weapon's systems. You know, the guns you shoot at everyone? Wouldn't want to deprive you of your fun."
"You seem to be under the mistaken impression that this is up for debate, boy." Tyr told him, full sneer in place.
"Bite me." Harper hissed turning his back on Tyr. "I'm not going anywhere with you, and we've said all that needs to be said."
"If you want me to, but I would think you would wait until we know each other better." Tyr commented with a perfectly straight face.
"Ha bloody ha, Big Guy. You're a regular comedian." Harper sneered disdainfully, only to shriek like a girl when he was suddenly picked up from behind and thrown over Tyr's muscular shoulder.
"What do you think you're doing, Uber?" Snarled Harper furiously, pounding on Tyr's back as hard as he could. "Where are you taking me?"
"To our quarters." Tyr answered softly after a few minutes of tension filled silence.
"Excuse me, but our quarters?" Harper yelled shrilly. "Our quarters? I don't think so buddy. There are your quarters and then there are my quarters. There are no OUR quarters."
Harper continued to pound without stop on Tyr's shoulders and back as he strode down the hall towards his quarters, only letting Harper down once he entered his rooms the door closing ominously behind them.