Summary: Drabble about a certain shipboard relationship.
Codes: Beka/Rommie
Disclaimer: Tribune owns all rights to Andromeda. I just borrowed them for use in my twisted little tale.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None, really, unless you count snippets of generic banter that reveal no plots.
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Author's Note: This is an orphan that I found written on the back of another fanfic. I decided that it was a valiant little drabble of a femslash and decided to type and post it.
Swerving
By B.L.A. the Mouse
They don't avoid each other so much as swerve to avoid collision. There would be one hell of a chemical reaction if they ever crossed, cesium and water and a blinding flash of light.
So they snark a little. She makes snippy comments about facial features and little digs about love at first sight. She replies by agreeing with Harper's targeted one-liners. And they both ignore the quicksilver wave of hurt when the barbs hit home, when they go with someone on a drift or flirt with officers on planets and ships.
Swerving is much more stressful than moving together.