Title:No,…

Disclaimer: Andromeda doesn't belong to me; it belongs to Tribune. This was written for entertainment only and no money has been exchanged (unfortunately).

Spoilers:Big spoilers for The Widening Gyre and Its Hour Come Round At Last.

Rating:PG

A/N:This was written after my English exam when I had nothing else to do. I always thought it was kinda strange how calm and unaffected Beka seemed to be about Harper getting infested with magog. And I also thought it was strange to have Trance, Tyr and Rev to be the ones ho told him about it.

Rommie

No, What have I done? He's going to die and its all my fault. He may be the most annoying, unorthodox, perverted engineer I've ever had, but he is also the best. He knows exactly what's wrong and seems to be able to fix it almost instantaneously but now…

I'm standing here in the corridor with the rest of the crew, none of us wanting to believe the news. Tyr had managed to survive the process but there's no chance Harper would. Beka looks ready to cry, Dylan and Tyr just look shocked. We cant imagine Harper not being here, he was always so loud and energetic that at times he seemed to fill the whole ship.

All of it is my fault, if I hadn't allowed those memories to be submerged, even the memory of the memories, then this wouldn't have happened. Harper would still be here working on some new project.

And we wouldn't know about the world ship.

Some good may have come of this and I know that I should be thinking of the greater good for the greater majority, but was it worth the price? During the fight with the world ship there was too much happening to think about what might have happened to Tyr or Harper but now there would be ages to think about it. Trance has come up with some drug, which will keep the larvae dormant, but it wont last forever and I know there is no way that the magog larvae can be removed. Maybe it would be better to just kill him now.

At that thought the tears started, silently at first, damp tracks running down my face, then I just let go. All I saw before Dylan enveloped me in a gentle embrace was Beka biting her lip to stop herself from crying out. I don't want to even imagine what she was going through.