Captive Entanglements 37/?
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.
An Angry Moment - Interlude
Harper walked the deck of the Andromeda in a daze not sure where he was going, only that he needed to get away and do it quickly. He walked away furiously, his stride eating up the floor. Harper had been walking aimlessly until he came to the gym. Without thought he entered the room making sure he was alone.
"Engage Privacy Mode, Harper AG0214." Harper snarled, watching dispassionately as the room closed itself off from the rest of the ship.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Andromeda's hologram asked worriedly.
"What?" Harper asked angrily turning to face her.
"Flaunting your control over me in such a way… Dylan will not be pleased."
"I'm flaunting nothing. I am your engineer, all engineers have their own codes in case of am unauthorized boarding, or if Dylan gets incapacitated. Besides, I just want to be alone right now. No nefarious purposes. Humor me, Doll."
"Very well Harper. But I will check on you in one hour if you haven't left this room." Without another word she blinked out of existence leaving Harper alone once again.
There he stood for a handful of moments until his shoulders began to shake with silent crying. Although no tears fell his eyes were damp as he strode to a rack of force lances. With a few presses of a button five practice dummies rose from the floor to stand erect. Harper walked forward as he extended his force lance, unaware of the tears that fell continuously from his eyes, nor the fury and pain in them. For once his jovial sarcastic side wasn't shielding his face and reactions as he attacked the closest dummy with a shot to its head.
"Why can't I be happy, damn it!" Harper shouted as he turned and nailed another in the chest. "Is there some bloody rule that Seamus Zalanzy Harper will die miserable and alone? God fucking damn."
Harper was quiet for a while, only his heavy breath and his attacks echoed through the room. He attacked the dummies with a fury few had seen Harper possess, completely focused on utterly annihilating them as painfully as possibly. Twenty minutes later four of the five mannequins lay in pieces scattered over the practice mats as Harper closed in on his last standing prey. By this time any composure Harper had was gone and he attacked in an absolute fury.
"I knew I should never listened to Tyr."
Hit. Punch.
"Everything will be fine, my arse."
Roundhouse kick. Uppercut.
"Doesn't even remember me for fuck sakes."
Hit.
"It took him a year to get where he didn't totally dismiss me…"
Kick. High kick. Slice.
"Now he thinks we go at it like horny rabbits. That was the only good in the situation as far as he was concerned and we don't even do that."
Punch. Punch. Punch.
"Gonna Hate me."
Harper was kneeling brokenly at the dummies fallen feet, his hands bleeding from the knuckles when he lost patience with the force lance. His head was bowed and touching the mat and he was no longer trying to control his disconsolate weeping.
"Gonna leave me."
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.
An Angry Moment - Interlude
Harper walked the deck of the Andromeda in a daze not sure where he was going, only that he needed to get away and do it quickly. He walked away furiously, his stride eating up the floor. Harper had been walking aimlessly until he came to the gym. Without thought he entered the room making sure he was alone.
"Engage Privacy Mode, Harper AG0214." Harper snarled, watching dispassionately as the room closed itself off from the rest of the ship.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Andromeda's hologram asked worriedly.
"What?" Harper asked angrily turning to face her.
"Flaunting your control over me in such a way… Dylan will not be pleased."
"I'm flaunting nothing. I am your engineer, all engineers have their own codes in case of am unauthorized boarding, or if Dylan gets incapacitated. Besides, I just want to be alone right now. No nefarious purposes. Humor me, Doll."
"Very well Harper. But I will check on you in one hour if you haven't left this room." Without another word she blinked out of existence leaving Harper alone once again.
There he stood for a handful of moments until his shoulders began to shake with silent crying. Although no tears fell his eyes were damp as he strode to a rack of force lances. With a few presses of a button five practice dummies rose from the floor to stand erect. Harper walked forward as he extended his force lance, unaware of the tears that fell continuously from his eyes, nor the fury and pain in them. For once his jovial sarcastic side wasn't shielding his face and reactions as he attacked the closest dummy with a shot to its head.
"Why can't I be happy, damn it!" Harper shouted as he turned and nailed another in the chest. "Is there some bloody rule that Seamus Zalanzy Harper will die miserable and alone? God fucking damn."
Harper was quiet for a while, only his heavy breath and his attacks echoed through the room. He attacked the dummies with a fury few had seen Harper possess, completely focused on utterly annihilating them as painfully as possibly. Twenty minutes later four of the five mannequins lay in pieces scattered over the practice mats as Harper closed in on his last standing prey. By this time any composure Harper had was gone and he attacked in an absolute fury.
"I knew I should never listened to Tyr."
Hit. Punch.
"Everything will be fine, my arse."
Roundhouse kick. Uppercut.
"Doesn't even remember me for fuck sakes."
Hit.
"It took him a year to get where he didn't totally dismiss me…"
Kick. High kick. Slice.
"Now he thinks we go at it like horny rabbits. That was the only good in the situation as far as he was concerned and we don't even do that."
Punch. Punch. Punch.
"Gonna Hate me."
Harper was kneeling brokenly at the dummies fallen feet, his hands bleeding from the knuckles when he lost patience with the force lance. His head was bowed and touching the mat and he was no longer trying to control his disconsolate weeping.
"Gonna leave me."