Captive Entanglements 38/?
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.
Home Again, Home Again…
Harper entered the Med Deck a little over forty-five minutes after he left it to find Tyr and Dylan sitting comfortably, speaking quietly to each other while Trance looked on thoughtfully.
"Am I interrupting?" Harper asked waspishly, barely able to keep his anger and frustration in check.
"I was just giving Tyr an overview of his history aboard the Andromeda and what I knew of his personal history. I figured I would leave your relationship for you to explain." Dylan told him calmly, although he looked worried about Harper's reaction.
"Thoughtful of you." Harper groused, still staring at Dylan, while attempting to gather his courage to look Tyr in the face. Harper was half joking and half serious.
At least if Dylan told the Nietzschean about the beginnings or their relationship than Harper could conveniently leave out pertinent details that he did not want known. After taking a deep fortifying breath Harper cast his attention to his mate.
"Rommie will be happy to access the ship's logs and your personal log is available as well." Harper continued doggedly. "Would you like to see your quarters and get reacquainted with everything? You're obviously settled with Trance."
Tyr did not answer verbally but he did rise to his feet and gesture for Harper to precede him out the door, still not comfortable turning his back to them.
"I'll just lead on then shall I?" Harper snarled under his breath, stalking down the corridor toward their quarters. For even though Harper still had his own rooms, he gradually moved anything of importance into Tyr's living quarters. "Arrogant prat."
"Are we in the habit of insulting each other often?" Tyr asked conversationally as he strolled leisurely at Harper's erratic pace. The blonde jumped in surprise stopping to glare at the smirking self-righteous Nietzschean beside him.
"Yes. You have a habit of pissing me off at least once a day. " Harper answered snarkily, although still truthfully. "I have a tendency to speak my mind."
Tyr raised an eyebrow in amusement as he ruffled Harper's soft tussled hair.
"I would never have guessed."
"Bite me." Harper sniffed disdainfully as he turned once again and continued on his way.
"Was that an invitation?" Tyr called after Harper, ignoring the aggravated growl that came from his mate.
"No that wasn't an invitation." Harper hissed. "Now shut it and follow me."
The two walked in silence until they got to their quarters a deck up. Harper opened the door and let Tyr enter first.
"This is it big guy." Harper told him nervously, watching as Tyr stopped in front of him for a moment before deliberately turning his back and entering the room.
Seamus was slightly encouraged by this small sign of trust, but was so uneasy that he didn't think much of it at the time. As the doors closed behind them a heavy silence fell as Tyr walked around the main room, exploring this and that. The style of the room itself was eclectic, reflecting their vastly different personalities and taste, but Harper was content to let Tyr draw his own conclusions.
"You live here as well then?" Tyr commented without facing him, his attention focused across the room on their combined weapons chest and gun rack. Of course he'd go inspect the weapons first.
"Most of the time, yeah." Harper answered softly.
"It was all true." Tyr acknowledged softly, finally turning to face the now pacing engineer.
"Yes it's true."
"In that case," Tyr spoke curiously, stepping in front of Harper causing his to stop abruptly. "Why are you afraid of 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.
Home Again, Home Again…
Harper entered the Med Deck a little over forty-five minutes after he left it to find Tyr and Dylan sitting comfortably, speaking quietly to each other while Trance looked on thoughtfully.
"Am I interrupting?" Harper asked waspishly, barely able to keep his anger and frustration in check.
"I was just giving Tyr an overview of his history aboard the Andromeda and what I knew of his personal history. I figured I would leave your relationship for you to explain." Dylan told him calmly, although he looked worried about Harper's reaction.
"Thoughtful of you." Harper groused, still staring at Dylan, while attempting to gather his courage to look Tyr in the face. Harper was half joking and half serious.
At least if Dylan told the Nietzschean about the beginnings or their relationship than Harper could conveniently leave out pertinent details that he did not want known. After taking a deep fortifying breath Harper cast his attention to his mate.
"Rommie will be happy to access the ship's logs and your personal log is available as well." Harper continued doggedly. "Would you like to see your quarters and get reacquainted with everything? You're obviously settled with Trance."
Tyr did not answer verbally but he did rise to his feet and gesture for Harper to precede him out the door, still not comfortable turning his back to them.
"I'll just lead on then shall I?" Harper snarled under his breath, stalking down the corridor toward their quarters. For even though Harper still had his own rooms, he gradually moved anything of importance into Tyr's living quarters. "Arrogant prat."
"Are we in the habit of insulting each other often?" Tyr asked conversationally as he strolled leisurely at Harper's erratic pace. The blonde jumped in surprise stopping to glare at the smirking self-righteous Nietzschean beside him.
"Yes. You have a habit of pissing me off at least once a day. " Harper answered snarkily, although still truthfully. "I have a tendency to speak my mind."
Tyr raised an eyebrow in amusement as he ruffled Harper's soft tussled hair.
"I would never have guessed."
"Bite me." Harper sniffed disdainfully as he turned once again and continued on his way.
"Was that an invitation?" Tyr called after Harper, ignoring the aggravated growl that came from his mate.
"No that wasn't an invitation." Harper hissed. "Now shut it and follow me."
The two walked in silence until they got to their quarters a deck up. Harper opened the door and let Tyr enter first.
"This is it big guy." Harper told him nervously, watching as Tyr stopped in front of him for a moment before deliberately turning his back and entering the room.
Seamus was slightly encouraged by this small sign of trust, but was so uneasy that he didn't think much of it at the time. As the doors closed behind them a heavy silence fell as Tyr walked around the main room, exploring this and that. The style of the room itself was eclectic, reflecting their vastly different personalities and taste, but Harper was content to let Tyr draw his own conclusions.
"You live here as well then?" Tyr commented without facing him, his attention focused across the room on their combined weapons chest and gun rack. Of course he'd go inspect the weapons first.
"Most of the time, yeah." Harper answered softly.
"It was all true." Tyr acknowledged softly, finally turning to face the now pacing engineer.
"Yes it's true."
"In that case," Tyr spoke curiously, stepping in front of Harper causing his to stop abruptly. "Why are you afraid of me?"