Captive Entanglements 39/?
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.
Fear
"I think all that electricity has finally fried your brain, Big Guy." Harper smirked at Tyr, as if inviting him to share a particularly funny joke. "I'm not afraid of you, Tyr. Hate to tell you this but I've become immune to all of your growling."
"Perhaps, but back on the ship you were frightened of me."
"It was the situation. I don't much like being held captive against my will, and I especially don't appreciate seeing my mate tied to a chair."
"Be that as it may," Tyr acknowledged, stalking the smaller man across the room until his back hit the wall. "You reacted much the same way just now to me, and you do not have the stressful situation to hide behind."
Had Tyr been snide or arrogant, Harper would have denied any such reaction sharply, however Tyr looked both curious and sincerely concerned. For the moment Harper decided to stall so that he could decide how much he wanted to tell Tyr.
"You weren't exactly at your sweet and cuddly best, I admit." Harper murmured, trying not to squirm too noticeably under the Nietzschean's continued regard.
"Whether I have amnesia or not, I have a tough time believing I was ever sweet or cuddly." Tyr responded derisively, looking disgusted at the very idea.
"Look Big Guy you are intimidating under the best of circumstance, forgive me if I am slightly nervous since you do not remember who I am. I don't know how you will react in any given situation. That makes me… cautious." Harper admitted, looking over Tyr's left shoulder determinedly.
"That is part of it, I believe. But explain to me if you would why, when I kissed you, you could not get away from my touch fast enough?"
"It wasn't like that, man." Harper pulled his hands through his blonde hair in a thoroughly frustrated manner, glaring at Tyr's determined face from three feet away. "Look, you're under the mistaken impression that we've, er… been intimate. That is not the case."
Harper was staring fixedly at the floor in embarrassment so missed the slight softening of Tyr's features.
"Dylan led me to believe we have been together for sometime now." Tyr questioned gently, when it became obvious that Harper would need further prodding.
"We have been. Dylan is simply unaware of the status of our relationship."
"Let's sit, okay?" Harper suggested peeking up at Tyr shyly, gesturing to the couch on the far side of the room. "This may take a while."
"As you wish." Tyr agreed, walking in front of Harper and sitting in the middle of the couch, giving Harper no room to avoid him physically. Harper glared at the move before practically throwing himself down.
"We were on a mission from Dylan to convince the Sabra-Jaguar Pride to join the Commonwealth. They agreed, and Charlemagne Bolivar was accompanying us to the rendezvous point when we were attacked by the Beta of the Drago-Katsov, Prade. We were captured and to keep me safe you claimed me as your mate. We were tortured at Prade's hands, and I may have angered him somewhat, either way we survived and the Andromeda came to our rescue shortly thereafter. Needless to say I was not happy when I found out that we were for all intents and purposes married in front of witnesses. I eventually got over it and here we are." Harper told him in an extremely condensed version of the truth.
"How does this translate into fear of me?"
"I hadn't been… I was…I am generally not fond of Nietzscheans, especially after being tortured at their hands. With you having no memory I unconsciously put you into the category of a threat." Harper told him haltingly, hoping that Tyr would accept the explanation as given and ask no questions.
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.
Fear
"I think all that electricity has finally fried your brain, Big Guy." Harper smirked at Tyr, as if inviting him to share a particularly funny joke. "I'm not afraid of you, Tyr. Hate to tell you this but I've become immune to all of your growling."
"Perhaps, but back on the ship you were frightened of me."
"It was the situation. I don't much like being held captive against my will, and I especially don't appreciate seeing my mate tied to a chair."
"Be that as it may," Tyr acknowledged, stalking the smaller man across the room until his back hit the wall. "You reacted much the same way just now to me, and you do not have the stressful situation to hide behind."
Had Tyr been snide or arrogant, Harper would have denied any such reaction sharply, however Tyr looked both curious and sincerely concerned. For the moment Harper decided to stall so that he could decide how much he wanted to tell Tyr.
"You weren't exactly at your sweet and cuddly best, I admit." Harper murmured, trying not to squirm too noticeably under the Nietzschean's continued regard.
"Whether I have amnesia or not, I have a tough time believing I was ever sweet or cuddly." Tyr responded derisively, looking disgusted at the very idea.
"Look Big Guy you are intimidating under the best of circumstance, forgive me if I am slightly nervous since you do not remember who I am. I don't know how you will react in any given situation. That makes me… cautious." Harper admitted, looking over Tyr's left shoulder determinedly.
"That is part of it, I believe. But explain to me if you would why, when I kissed you, you could not get away from my touch fast enough?"
"It wasn't like that, man." Harper pulled his hands through his blonde hair in a thoroughly frustrated manner, glaring at Tyr's determined face from three feet away. "Look, you're under the mistaken impression that we've, er… been intimate. That is not the case."
Harper was staring fixedly at the floor in embarrassment so missed the slight softening of Tyr's features.
"Dylan led me to believe we have been together for sometime now." Tyr questioned gently, when it became obvious that Harper would need further prodding.
"We have been. Dylan is simply unaware of the status of our relationship."
"Let's sit, okay?" Harper suggested peeking up at Tyr shyly, gesturing to the couch on the far side of the room. "This may take a while."
"As you wish." Tyr agreed, walking in front of Harper and sitting in the middle of the couch, giving Harper no room to avoid him physically. Harper glared at the move before practically throwing himself down.
"We were on a mission from Dylan to convince the Sabra-Jaguar Pride to join the Commonwealth. They agreed, and Charlemagne Bolivar was accompanying us to the rendezvous point when we were attacked by the Beta of the Drago-Katsov, Prade. We were captured and to keep me safe you claimed me as your mate. We were tortured at Prade's hands, and I may have angered him somewhat, either way we survived and the Andromeda came to our rescue shortly thereafter. Needless to say I was not happy when I found out that we were for all intents and purposes married in front of witnesses. I eventually got over it and here we are." Harper told him in an extremely condensed version of the truth.
"How does this translate into fear of me?"
"I hadn't been… I was…I am generally not fond of Nietzscheans, especially after being tortured at their hands. With you having no memory I unconsciously put you into the category of a threat." Harper told him haltingly, hoping that Tyr would accept the explanation as given and ask no questions.