Emotions-Part 4

Okay people! Big shout out and thanks to the people who reviewed it. Err...a few more chapters on this thing, and I know how I want it to end. After a lot of debating with myself, since I don't have a beta-reader, I decided it wouldn't be fair if I didn't have Dylan do a chapter. So...sigh I'll try. This will be the only fic I am remotely civil to Dylan, and put him in a good light. Just warning you. So, a chapter from Dylan, Beka, Rev on the way, then the last chapter with who he's paired with and the end.

I was looking at all of my other wonderful Andromeda fics (looks at readers pointedly), and figured out how I sort of wanted them to end, and what kind of pairings I wanted. Romance and friendships. I have pretty well sorted it out, and made it even. But this story is pretty much undecided and up for grabs (though I think I know who I want it to be). If you wanted to see him with someone else, I have other stories with that pairing. (looks at readers again) Okay, stop reading my rant (though I appreciate it), and go read! Actually sort-of long this time!

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Rev watched the young human babble away on the other side of the room, shoving pizza in his face. Harper had been working nonstop on repairs, and had finally agreed on some down time. He had lit some candles, turned off all of the lights, grabbed a pizza, and had sat in the Obs deck, looking out at the glittering stars. Harper had asked Rev for some company, which Rev readily gave. He sensed that the boy did not want to be alone.

Rev fiddled with a strand of his orange robe, as he contemplated starting a conversation with the human. Harper just rambled on about nothing in particular. New planets joining the Commonwealth, the repairs and projects he was working on. Rev wanted to actually talk to him, but couldn't find the words. He wanted to give him hope, as he watched the old Harper slowly float away.

The jokes had gotten fewer, and the depressing stares had become more. The half smile was replaced by a small, sad smile, and the sparkle in his eye had died out. Even Harper's hair had changed. The spikes had started drooping, and Rev had been shocked when he had walked on the bridge one day, and Harper's hair was lying flat on his forehead. No gel, no spikes, just fluffy blonde hair. The only thing that seemed the same was his nonstop talking (and his clothing; long and baggy).

Rev felt bad for a number of reasons. He felt useless that he couldn't help the condition, as he had promised. He also felt guilty, because his kind had done this to the one person it shouldn't have, because Harper had been through enough. Rev wasn't the only one feeling guilty, though. It seemed most everyone was guilty for one reason or another. Rev could only guess as to why.

Tyr felt guilty because he had been cured when Harper couldn't. Andromeda felt guilty because her back-up personality had brought them to the World Ship in the first place. Beka felt guilty because after she had picked him off of Earth, she had promised him that she wouldn't let any of that horror come back and haunt him, but she couldn't save him this time from his worst fear off of Earth. Dylan was guilty because he had made Harper stay in the vents and check up on Andromeda. If he had not forced him, Harper may have been with the others, and not given the chance to be infested. Trance was harder to read, though Rev could sense she felt guilty about something, too. Either she felt bad that she couldn't find a cure to help her best friend, or she had known what would happen, but didn't prevent it. They all felt bad, though no one was to blame, and could not have been responsible.

Rev fingered the golden medallion on his furry chest with a long claw, as he thought. The Divine was making life difficult for everyone. Times like these made Rev's belief in the Divine waver. He couldn't help thinking that the path he had chosen was the wrong one. Everything he put his heart into, everything he thought, was wrong. That thought alone made Rev want to run away into the great darkness, and get lost within the nothingness.

Rev suddenly noticed the lack of talking, and glanced over at Harper. The dirty blonde was staring out into space, his eyes wide and sad. Rev's sensitive smell picked up on an emotion the human was radiating, but was hard to place. Looking into Harper's eyes, Rev knew what it was. Hopelessness. The boy was almost ready to give up all hope. This made Rev want to flee even more. Damn the Divine for laying the hurt on someone who was already hurt and confused.

"Master Harper, are you alright?" Rev asked in his gravelly voice, watching in concern. As soon as the question left his lips, even Rev himself thought it was stupid. Of course he wasn't alright. He had a death warrant gnawing out of his stomach, and it was only a matter of time.

Harper's eyes flickered with something; depression or exasperation, before it morphed into something different. Turning his head over to the Wayist Monk, he nodded his head. A small lopsided smile pasted itself on his face, and he said, "I'm good." The sadness in his eyes were replaced with a mask, full of excitement and happiness. "I'm good." He repeated, sipping at his Sparkly Cola. Rev wasn't convinced, but dropped it, as they stared into the Abyss itself.

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I just noticed that I never wrote Rev in a story; I always wrote him out. So this is for him! I actually liked writing for Rev. He always seemed hard to write for, but he has angst to explore, just like Harper. You know I'm all about the angst! And I noticed, that when Harper woke up to find out he had the eggs inside him at the end of The Widening Gyre, only Trance, Rev, and Tyr were there. I mean, where was Beka, Rommie, and Dylan! I mean, they weren't fighting the Magog World Ship, they were fleeing. I guess it was just a glimpse into the Seefra future, when no one cared then, either.