Entry 7

Dylan called me to Obs. deck today to talk about how repairs are coming along. We had an almost pleasant conversation. No Doyle mentioned. Then, he said he had to leave, some Seefra business and he would be back soon. As soon as he left the room, me, in hologram form, tried to…disappear. But I was stuck! I couldn't leave! Harper needs to fix that holo-emitter.

So I was sitting there, stuck, when I started going over my past entries. I realized, I have become cold again! Instead of acting as if my crew were…replaceable, I am ignoring them! I began to hate Trance, Harper and…Dylan! I didn't mean to!

And I couldn't help it, I just broke down. The holo-me, I mean. I sitting on the floor, head in my hands crying. I was there for a good ten minutes when the door opened. I looked up and Doyle walked in.

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"Andromeda?" Doyle asked, running over.

Andromeda just kept crying.

"Andromeda, please tell me what's wrong."

"Why do you care?"

"Look, I know we have had our share of…difficulties but believe it or not I do care what happens to you. At the risk of sounding like a character on one of Harper's old cheesy movies, you are…a part of me…in a way."

Andromeda looked up. Doyle looked at her. "Tell me. I know I'm not your favorite person."

"You're right."

Doyle sighed and got up. "I'll get Harper."

Doyle was almost to the door when…

"I'm afraid."

Doyle turned around. "Of what?"

"Of being alone. Of going insane like the Pax and Balance. Of my crew leaving. Or dying. Of them hating me …replacing me."

Doyle walked over and sat by her.

"They wont leave you. Do you have any idea how much Harper loves you? When you said you thought he had betrayed you, he said he would rather die first. This came from Harper. Our Harper, the one bent on living. He would die for you."

Andromeda looked up.

"And Dylan, you should hear how he talks about you! Like you are his daughter. His daughter who can defend herself, is more brilliant then the best! He is so proud of you."

Andromeda frowned and sat up a bit. "Really?"

"Yes! Even Rhade compliments you."

"Rhade doesn't give compliments. Except to Beka when he said he didn't know it was possible for her to melt."

"Yes, Rhade does give compliments. He said you are the most remarkable ship he has even come across and that, as much as he hated to admit it, that he would rather be on Andromeda then anywhere else."

"Are you lying?"

"No! Trance…Trance doesn't even remembers you and she treats you like you are one of her best friends!"

"She does the same to you." Andromeda said, a hint of a smile on her face.

Doyle smiled. "And Beka talks about you like someone would a sister."

"I feel so vulnerable. I hate it. I can't do anything. If someone comes aboard, I can't save them."

"That's what I'm here for."

"And…and I can't help but…strongly dislike you. Not because of your personality but because if you stay, there is no chance of getting Rommie back. Rommie was me. It is like someone took one third out of me and wont give it back."

"Look, I know that I'm not Rommie but I will help. I wont let anything happen to them."

"I know. But I still feel like I am missing something."

Doyle looked down a bit hurt. "Well, she is here, deep deep down."

"No, she isn't. All that is left is some of her memories."

Doyle closed her eyes briefly. "Is…is there any way Harper could build a new Rommie?"

Andromeda looked up. "Yes, but you wouldn't like her."

"Why?"

"She is too much like me."

"And me. Don't forget, I am built on her."

"as much as I want her back I know that you wouldn't give the spot of avatar up willingly."

"You're right. It's part of who I am now. If you take that away it is like taking Rommie from you."

"We need to figure something out."

"Yes, we do."

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I cannot believe that happened. We talked. Actually talked without threatening to kill one another.