Part 15

Having found a fresh shirt, Harper was now walking along the space port and further away from the Maru. He felt tired, but Trance had told him to try and stay awake, so he justified his decision to leave the Maru with those orders. Absently he held himself around his ribs protecting his sore stomach, hugging his arms tightly as he tried to remember the facts, and hoping the drift might prompt the memories he had forgotten.

It was unsettling to Harper to have forgotten something, especially when he was supposed to be a genius. He took stock of his surroundings, having walked aimlessly for a while, and found that he was now walking over a bridge, and below he saw the energy conduits for the drift. On pure instinct he looked over the railings, and was suddenly hit with the image of Rev hanging, but as he blinked the image quickly disappeared and Harper quickly turned away and rested his back against the side of the bridge's railing, catching his breath.

"Rev?" Harper spoke more to himself, as he controlled his breathing the tried to make sense of the image he had seen in his mind.

"Harper!"

Harper glanced up with confusion before he saw Beka and Dylan heading towards him, and he meekly waved as they approached.

"It's a good thing you have that data port," Beka partially scolded.

"And kept it left on this time," Dylan added.

"I just wanted to stretch my legs," Harper shrugged with distraction sensing their mood, as he glanced around but there was nothing more that was jogging his memory.

"Why are you here?" Beka then asked seeing his distraction, and she looked around what appeared to be the maintenance end of the drift, that was rarely visited.

"I think Rev was here," Harper offered, turning around again to look down from the bridge.

"Seamus, lets get back to the ship," Beka encouraged softly.

"No," Harper objected. "I need to remember."

"Do you?" Beka questioned abruptly. "Come on, let's go."

Dylan observed the tense silence between Beka and Harper now, as Harper failed to answer or move on her instruction. "What do you think happened, Harper?" Dylan then asked to distract them both.

"I don't know," Harper was quick to answer. "But I don't think Rev attacked me, if that's what you think happened," he was looking at Beka now.

"And what do you base that on?" Beka questioned, hands on hips. "Those injuries you suffered are clue enough," she stressed.

Harper looked uneasy for a moment. "I wouldn't forget if he had done this," Harper then answered, looking away from her scrutiny.

"You have amnesia caused by concussion," Beka reminded him.

"So what I say doesn't matter anymore?" Harper snapped angrily, and pushed past Beka as he moved away.

Dylan saw the looked of shock on Beka's face to Harper's actions, and acted quickly to catch Harper up and stop him. "Whoa, hold on a second, Harper," Dylan ordered and was pleased to see the younger man stop. "Beka was just pointing out that right now you can not be positive that Rev didn't attack you."

Relaxing slightly, Harper now only showed frustration as he glanced around. "I don't remember what happened," he stressed with despair. "But I can't shift this gut feeling that something is wrong, ok?" he added with conviction, clutching his stomach now trying to hide the pain he felt. "Just over there I remembered something, I remembered seeing Rev hanging, Dylan, hanging by his ankle over the side of that bridge!" he revealed with emotion. "Just like with those kids," he added for emphasis.

Beka moved closer, seeing Harper in distress she put a reassuring arm around his shoulders, knowing he had to calm down. "So you think Rev is in trouble?" she reasoned.

"I don't know!" Harper snapped, but this time his anger was more aimed at himself, as he anxiously ran his hand through his hair.

Dylan was about to suggest they return to the ship for some food, when Harper looked up and began to walk again with purpose. Quickly, the captain stopped Beka with a simple gesture, before she could protest or try to prevent Harper from moving. Dylan encouraged her instead to just follow the engineer. They soon found themselves in an ally, and Harper stopped suddenly and they both noticed his breathing quickened.

"Seamus?" Beka prompted unsure.

"This is where," Harper began, and then he glanced around focusing on the street a few meters away.

"This is where what?" Dylan asked with confusion, seeing Harper distracted.

"Harper if this is too much just say, and we'll go," Beka encouraged with concern now, not knowing what Harper was remembering.

"Rev, and me," Harper finally offered, his eyes now giving away his own confusion. "We were captured here."

Both Dylan and Beka stared at each other, before Dylan spoke up. "Who captured you?"

"The locals, young guys, called yobs," Harper sat down on a box and rubbed his face, obviously remembering a lot more now.

"Yobs?" Beka picked up. "Tyr and Trance mentioned about that gang after their search around the drifts bars," she questioned to Dylan.

"They did," Dylan agreed. "The locals fear this gang to some degree," he remembered.

"That's how I got injured, that gang, the yobs did it," Harper then declared

Beka sat next to Harper now, not convinced. "Your injuries were caused by a Magog's claws, Harper," she reminded him with caution, knowing Harper was still confused.

"No, Beka," Harper dismissed. "A Magog claw, Trance was right," Harper stood up, and moved away from Beka. "I remember now, they cut the claw from Rev, and used it on me, they thought I was a Magog supporter," he stressed frantically. "Rev is missing," he reminded them. "He didn't hurt me, he saved me!"

Beka took a deep breath as she considered the information, still not looking convinced, as Dylan observed her reaction.

"If this is true, Harper," Dylan began cautiously. "Then we need to find Rev, can you help, do you remember anything else?"

Beka stood up, and her actions noticeably unsettled Harper for a moment, as he glanced at her with uncertainty. "I don't know," he offered, still staring at Beka.

Relaxing slightly, Beka sighed. "If Rev is in trouble then we should try to help," she conceded and immediately Harper seemed more comfortable, as he moved to the wall and placed his hand flat against it, before he leant forward so his forehead touched the wall.

Beka frowned towards Dylan. "Is this an Earth thing?" she whispered.

"You tell me, I've been out of touch for three hundred years, remember?" Dylan returned, equally unsure.

"I'm just trying to remember more, ok?" Harper spoke up, having heard their exchange. "I can't do that looking at you, looking at me like I might crack up, or have gone crazy."

"We're just concerned," Beka stated.

"Yeah, yeah, I know all about your concerns," Harper lightly complained now, his frustration showing once more. "Will he leave, who'll look after the ship, will he run away from the scary Magog and his nightmares, or is he mad from the knock to the head?" he prompted frantically, as he turned around. "Let me tell you something, I'm not going anywhere, ok?" he stressed. "So quit your worrying about me, and worry about Rev instead!" he demanded strongly, a light sheen covering his face now.

"Ok," Beka seemingly accepted, a little taken aback by Harper's words. "Well that's one thing I needed to hear, I admit," she added.

Harper shrugged. "Rev didn't hurt me, and what he did before," Harper glanced around. "It's nothing, it happened, and its history now," he stated.

"You didn't clarify the mad part though," Beka then added.

"Well I did get a knock to the head," Harper smirked. "And right now, I'm working on memories I don't actually remember, but I do," he frowned at his own confusion.

"What do you see?" Dylan now stepped forward.

"It's hot, and enclosed, the walls are made of sound proof like material because I remember the shouting," Harper offered before Beka cut him off.

"Shouting?" Beka asked.

"There were a lot of them, the yobs," Harper remembered. "And their shouting echoed, seems louder than it should be."

"So wherever this place was that the yobs took you, it was a large place," Dylan surmised.

"Why did this gang take you?" Beka then asked.

"They took me and Rev," Harper answered quickly, then moved once again with Beka and Dylan following. "The bridge," he exclaimed, as they left the ally and he stopped looking between the bridge and the ally. "Rev was hanging over the edge, and I pulled him up," he remembered. "All I was thinking was how freaking heavy Magog are, but I saved him."

"How did you know he was there?" Dylan asked, and it took Harper a moment to answer.

"The gang in the bar, the bar keeper, he told me all about the yobs, and what the gang had done," Harper smiled now in recovering some of his memories.

"Let's go talk to this bar keeper," Dylan decided and no one objected. "Are you ok to keep going?" he checked with Harper before moving.

"Doctors orders were to stay awake," Harper shrugged tiredly.

"Remind me later Harper that I really need to talk to you about tricking Trance like you did," Beka idly spoke as they began to walk. "Using that your stretching your legs routine stops now, and also whilst we at it, we'll talk about you visiting the bar when you're on medication," Beka stated. "Again," she sighed, it was a talk they had often had during the time she had known him.

With a shrug, Harper smirked and didn't respond to Beka, as he concentrated on remembering more about what happened that might help.

End of part 15