Sorry it's short -I felt like writing something but not an awful lot came out.

"Hey Harper." Said Trance quietly, skipping into the engineer's little bunker. "Dylan's got Beka."

She was rewarded with a huge grin on his tired looking face. "That's good. Is she alright?"

Trance nodded her golden head and sat down on a pile of welded together Sparky-cola cans.

"They should be back soon. Hopefully with Beka in one piece." Trance sounded nervous, the futures were all looking hazy to her then and she was scared about what this could mean. Beka was not exactly the most careful person and Dean was definitely not the most caring person.

"Are you alright Trance?" Harper was getting the hang of asking his 'nearest and dearest' about their woes. At least he thought he was. "You've seemed a little down since... since Beka met Dean really."

The wonderful Dean- if Harper had just two minutes with him- well Dean wouldn't be walking much after. The man seemed to be unanimously hated by everyone onboard the Andromeda- apart from Beka of course. Harper didn't think she was that stupid enough to do it with someone she hated. Then he remembered Tyr, had she hated him?

Trance fiddled with her hair and wondered whether she was able to tell Harper about all the fragments of futures that she had seen. She couldn't even find her perfect, possible future. She missed it, its comfort and the ultimately, the hope that the times to come would be nice. Of course, there would always be bad times- but perhaps not as excessively as in the past few years.

"I've lost it Harper." She said cryptically, her big, brown, shimmering eyes looked up at him, imploring him to understand. Unfortunately, he only looked confused.

"Lost what? Your mind?" God I hope not. "Your perkiness? Yeah that's gone somewhere, is that what's wrong?"

Trance shook her head. "The perfect future Harper. I can't find it- I can barely find anything.But this? This is like... It's gone completely. All we have done could mean zilch, if there is nothing good ahead of us."

"Oh." Was all Harper could say, to be quite honest, he felt slightly deflated. All the past eight and half years work- counting his three on Seefra- all of that. All for nothing? Surely, it should be damn-near perfect by now?

"I'm sorry Harper."

Putting down his welder/gun- his own invention- he clumsily patted Trance on her back.

"It's not your fault Trance, you've done more than any of us in trying to sort out his dump of a universe. Well apart from Dylan of course- he's like some steam engine of commonwealth reuniting."

"He has more to do though- but not if we don't get Beka back." She said her voice barely more than a whisper.

"Why? Why's Beka so important? I mean not that I don't want her back or that I don't -you know... She's like a sister to me- a long lost; slightly mean sometimes, completely insane sister but what's so important about her. Or is Dylan the main one ..." He trailed off, thinking out loud. Squinting at Trance, he sighed heavily. "I give up. It's all too complicated- just give me the short version."

"Beka and Dylan's futures are irrevocably linked."

That provoked another 'Oh' from Harper as he plonked himself down besides Trance.

They sat in silence, on the Sparky-cola bench, for a long while until the tinny sound of the Andromeda hologram announced their crew's return.