Captive Entanglements 24/?
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.
Nietzschean Delegation
Harper and Tyr reentered the gathering on Obs deck thirty minutes after Harper was hauled away over Tyr's shoulder ignominiously. As they walked through the door their friends watched them cautiously, knowing the kind of trouble they could cause, while the Nietzschean contingent watched in amusement at the little kludge's antics.
"Is everything copasetic?" Dylan asked under his breath as he walked toward them, keeping a firm diplomatic smile on his face.
"Of course, Captain." Tyr answered for them both, wrapping a proprietary arm around the fidgeting engineer.
"Glad to hear it. Now Harper I expect you to apologize to Vladmir for pulling a weapon on him." Dylan ordered quietly, as the Nietzschean in question headed their way with his bodyguard settled around him. "He's coming this way after all, and there's no time like the present."
"I'm not apologizing to that bast-"
"Seamus watch your mouth." Tyr interrupted when he noticed the others in the room listening in raptly.
"That wasn't a suggestion Harper." Dylan ground out thoroughly frustrated by his implacable engineer. "I'm not about to start a diplomatic incident because you got annoyed with the company."
"Fine, but don't expect me to shake his hand." Harper grumbled as he walked towards Vladmir, flanked closely by Tyr. "Remind me why I'm on this bloody ship again?"
"The coffee?" Tyr commented innocently. "And where else would you be able to share my bed?"
"I think I could survive the hardship, Big Guy." Harper assured him, leaning against his mate as they walked. "The coffee however, that's another story."
"Brat."
"Ponce."
"I am unfamiliar with this term. Is it a concept from Earth?" Tyr asked, his eyes twinkling, causing Seamus to burst out laughing.
"I'll explain it to you later, Tyr. But just a suggestion, you're scary when you try to look innocent. Something to keep in mind for future reference."
"As you wish, now hush Vladmir is practically on us."
"Yeah, yeah. Let's get this over with before I hurl." Harper answered back sharply. "Maybe on the asshole's shoes."
"The asshole would take too kindly to being thrown-up upon." Vladmir spoke quietly, yet forcefully as he stepped into Seamus' personal space.
"That would be the point, Vlad old buddy." Harper answered with his customary sarcasm in place, firmly hiding his fear behind. He even went so far as to put an arm around the Nietzschean's shoulder so that they looked cozy to watching eyes. "Unless you have a weird kink I don't know about, and if that's the case… please don't share."
"You are funny for a kludge." Vlad commented in a joking voice that Harper had adopted for this conversation. He leaned down towards Harper to continue, this time his voice barely above a whisper. "However, your entertainment value will not save you if you ever dare to threaten me again in such a manner. Am I understood?"
As he asked this question he gradually tightened his hand on Harper's shoulder, until Harper barely kept a small squeak of pain from escaping his lips, ignoring Tyr's soft warning growl at his side. Instead he turned his head slightly so that he was staring Vlad in the eye and answered him in a dangerous tone of voice.
"Perfectly. However keep in mind that in future should I choose to do you harm, there are many more subtle ways that I could go about it and not get caught. I am chief engineer for a reason, Vlad. So might I suggest that you keep your sneering and leering to your own kind while you are aboard this ship. I belong to the Kodiak." He snarled, pointing his head in Tyr's direction, without taking his eyes off Vladmir. "Am I understood?"
"Perfectly." Vlad answered unperturbed. "Now that is settled, let us get back to the party."
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.
Nietzschean Delegation
Harper and Tyr reentered the gathering on Obs deck thirty minutes after Harper was hauled away over Tyr's shoulder ignominiously. As they walked through the door their friends watched them cautiously, knowing the kind of trouble they could cause, while the Nietzschean contingent watched in amusement at the little kludge's antics.
"Is everything copasetic?" Dylan asked under his breath as he walked toward them, keeping a firm diplomatic smile on his face.
"Of course, Captain." Tyr answered for them both, wrapping a proprietary arm around the fidgeting engineer.
"Glad to hear it. Now Harper I expect you to apologize to Vladmir for pulling a weapon on him." Dylan ordered quietly, as the Nietzschean in question headed their way with his bodyguard settled around him. "He's coming this way after all, and there's no time like the present."
"I'm not apologizing to that bast-"
"Seamus watch your mouth." Tyr interrupted when he noticed the others in the room listening in raptly.
"That wasn't a suggestion Harper." Dylan ground out thoroughly frustrated by his implacable engineer. "I'm not about to start a diplomatic incident because you got annoyed with the company."
"Fine, but don't expect me to shake his hand." Harper grumbled as he walked towards Vladmir, flanked closely by Tyr. "Remind me why I'm on this bloody ship again?"
"The coffee?" Tyr commented innocently. "And where else would you be able to share my bed?"
"I think I could survive the hardship, Big Guy." Harper assured him, leaning against his mate as they walked. "The coffee however, that's another story."
"Brat."
"Ponce."
"I am unfamiliar with this term. Is it a concept from Earth?" Tyr asked, his eyes twinkling, causing Seamus to burst out laughing.
"I'll explain it to you later, Tyr. But just a suggestion, you're scary when you try to look innocent. Something to keep in mind for future reference."
"As you wish, now hush Vladmir is practically on us."
"Yeah, yeah. Let's get this over with before I hurl." Harper answered back sharply. "Maybe on the asshole's shoes."
"The asshole would take too kindly to being thrown-up upon." Vladmir spoke quietly, yet forcefully as he stepped into Seamus' personal space.
"That would be the point, Vlad old buddy." Harper answered with his customary sarcasm in place, firmly hiding his fear behind. He even went so far as to put an arm around the Nietzschean's shoulder so that they looked cozy to watching eyes. "Unless you have a weird kink I don't know about, and if that's the case… please don't share."
"You are funny for a kludge." Vlad commented in a joking voice that Harper had adopted for this conversation. He leaned down towards Harper to continue, this time his voice barely above a whisper. "However, your entertainment value will not save you if you ever dare to threaten me again in such a manner. Am I understood?"
As he asked this question he gradually tightened his hand on Harper's shoulder, until Harper barely kept a small squeak of pain from escaping his lips, ignoring Tyr's soft warning growl at his side. Instead he turned his head slightly so that he was staring Vlad in the eye and answered him in a dangerous tone of voice.
"Perfectly. However keep in mind that in future should I choose to do you harm, there are many more subtle ways that I could go about it and not get caught. I am chief engineer for a reason, Vlad. So might I suggest that you keep your sneering and leering to your own kind while you are aboard this ship. I belong to the Kodiak." He snarled, pointing his head in Tyr's direction, without taking his eyes off Vladmir. "Am I understood?"
"Perfectly." Vlad answered unperturbed. "Now that is settled, let us get back to the party."