SHOUT OUT TO: I wanna give a big thank-you to one of my best buds, S. A. M. (Maglenan Princess) for typing up the following chapters for me. I was exactly ten chapters behind in my typing from my notebook, and Maglenan Princess typed up the following. LOVE YA! THANKS TONS, AND LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU CAN FEEL YOUR FINGERS AGAIN:P
A/N: short chapter from Beka's POV, in case you couldn't tell from the title. :P
Replies:
eris: I is mean person? I certainly hope not:P well, I guess you'll see about Jade and the others!
Jamieson Z: thanks tons for the reviews on Night of a New Dawning!
Iara: continuation order received and followed:P
Vee017: hot Alpha male, yes... :snaps out of Rhade-induced day-dream: what were we talking about:P
L.C. Brotherton: well, as long as you keep wanting more, I'll keep delivering as long as you do the same w/ Long Winding Road! Deal?
prin69: oh, did you really? cool! glad you liked the eye: I just like to emphasize now-and-then that Terla is NOT from the Andromeda universe. :P
Maglenan Princess: love ya, sam!
Dancer of Dreams: oooh, new reviewer! :gives Dancer of Dreams a hug: yeah, I sooo watched that scene over and over again! it was just so FUNNY!
Chapter 32
Harper gave Beka an accusatory look as he got back on his feet, rubbing his neck. "Damn Uber attack-dog," he muttered.
Beka was bright red after what Rhade had done and said, and she looked down and shuffled her feet.
"You can take off the rest of your shift, Beka," Dylan said kindly, not saying anything about Rhade.
Beka tossed Dylan a look of gratitude, and then exited the Command Deck.
"Are you all right?" Andromeda's viewscreen asked concernedly as Beka collapsed onto her bunk in the Maru.
"Go away," came the muffle reply as Beka buried her face in the pillow.
"Beka-"
"That's an order," Beka replied sharply.
"Going." The viewscreen resumed its normal surface.
Beka groaned, rolling over to stare at the ceiling. Just for fifteen minutes she wished she could get inside Rhade's head and find out what the hell was going on in there.
Divided loyalties? She wondered. Maybe he thinks he's being unfaithful to his dead wife's memory?
Duty to the Nietzscheans? Maybe Majoram pride wasn't as happy towards human-Nietzschean relationships as Telemachus had played them out to be.
Stress? Maybe he couldn't handle a relationship aboard ship.
Beka pounded the palm of her hand against her head, trying to will Rhade out of her mind. The truth was that after he had left her room she had been unable to even think of not having him in her life. She wanted to take the Maru and follow the Rose, to hold Telemachus in her arms and never let go, ever again.
Beka just wanted him back.
Preview: new o/c, more info on Xena.