Hours later Beka wondered aimlessly around the market.

Before she had left junior's office an appointment had been arranged. He had not been happy stopping just short of demanding she take time to consider.

Reminding her of her age had been a low blow.

But The Situation had taken on an unreal quality which for now suited her perfectly. If it were not really real then she would not really be killing it right? How alive was it any way? Just a bunch of cells multiplying she killed of more brain cells everyday.

Wrapping her arms around herself Beka shook her head at the excited merchant not bothering to look at his wares.

Entering a familiar back street bar Beka gave her order to the bored looking waitress spotting an empty booth near the back she sat down.

The patrons who had looked up suspiciously at her entrance quickly returned to their schemes and plotting. It was not the place you went for an after work drink.

Absently Beka fiddled with the bottle the waitress slammed down on the table.

Was she really thinking of raising a child on Andromeda? The thought of rising a child anywhere was terrifying enough but on a warship it would be a stupid move.

Kids Beka muse were nice in an abstract way fine at a distance but up close she had no idea what to make of them.

No it was better this way. Who had she learnt parenting from? Her mother had been a joke with no parental instincts and Dad he had been..so he had not been the ideal father but he had tried which was more than Talia had.

Closing her eyes Beka tried to push her old resentments away. There were more important things to be angry at right now. Beka scowled, Like Tyr he had planned this she knew it. It would be a typical Nietzschean move. The flaw of Tyr of all people deliberately planning on getting a Kludge pregnant was successfully ignored.

"So boss are the misha noodles still the only safe thing in this joint?" Jerking her head up Beka gasped some how Harper had managed to sneak up and join her table.

"H..Harper what are you…"Beka stuttered.

"Doing here? You know that's an interesting question that only mother Harper knows the answer to. If you mean as in here sitting in a dark dank bar with you that was all me, though Rommie helped." Taking a large gulp of Beka's drink Harper grimaced. "That's some nasty stuff."

"It's good for you." Despite herself Beka smiled at her favourite engineer's overplayed disgust.

"Nothing good for you ever tastes nice." He grumbled.

"So…" How exactly do you ask if you were being sent straight to the brig?

"It's one hell of a shiner you gave him."

"Trace hasn't….?"

"Nope Dylan won't let her."

"He's going to try an make me feel guilty." Beka said flatly "It's not going to work."

"Yeah I can see that." Dripping sarcasm Harper took another drink. "Beka what happened?" He asked quietly.

Shaking her head Beka sipped at the nearly empty bottle. "Nothing just needed a break."

"You're lying." Unable to face his hurt and confusion Beka lowered her eyes. A sure sign of guilt she knew better than to make but it was so hard to look at him but he deserved something.

Uncharacteristically Beka reached out clasping his hands in hers

"I can't..I..I'm not sure yet," Closing her eyes Beka tried again, "It's not a bad thing no one's after me I'm not being forced or controlled as soon as I feel I can talk without having an emotional melt down you'll know."

Looking uneasy Harper glanced at their joined hands.

"I know I'm not Rev I'm not good at this but after all this time I thought you trusted me." Feeling emotionally shaky Beka looked around the bar for inspiration. Baring your soul was something neither of them did.

For Harper now to be offering she could not help but be a little proud but mostly Beka cursed Harper's timing. Dealing with someone else's emotions was beyond her right now. Feeling lost on Harper ground she normal navigated without problems Beka could only thing about escaping the minefield.

"I trust you with my life Seamus but I need to figure this out alone." Snatching her hands away Beka briskly walked out the bar throwing some money in the waitress's direction. She ignored the hallowed out feeling in her stomach and the ice that seemed permently settled in her bones.


A.N. I'm sorry if the abortion thing offends anyone, story-wise Beka couldn't go from blind panic to being okay with her pregnancy. For my version of Beka obortion would be a strong possibility doesn't meant that's how its going to go

A huge thank you and hugs to L. C. Brotherton, Prin69 and Cazbarbj for reviewing. This is my first andromeda fic so I'm a little unsure about it.

I need some advice if no one minds Beka's DNA was used to create the Nietzschean race and Tyr is obviously close DNA wise to Drago would their child be like Tamerlane? A reincarnation but without Beka's DNA being filtered or Nietzchean-ised? Genetics are not my thing.

I've submitted prt 2 again I might have forgotten how to use the spacebar or ff screwed up could be could be either one.