Summary: "We should talk about that." Triple drabble.
Pairings: None.
Disclaimer: Tribune owns all rights to Andromeda.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Double Helix, Immaculate Perception, Delenda Est
Setting: Immediately post-"Delenda Est."
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Author's Note: Just a little tying-up of loose ends from the episode. Quotes are taken from the "Andromeda Transcripts" website at chakoteya.
Talking About
By B.L.A. the Mouse
TYR: I just er, saw my child sleeping. Waiting.
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TYR: Consider this. It's either the end of it all, or you'll have a magnificent tale to tell your children.
BEKA: I've got plenty of stories, thanks. Speaking of kids, we should talk about that.
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After the clean-up and repairs, after all of them were done with the day, Beka went looking for Tyr. When she reached his quarters, he granted her access. Instead of being at the door as she expected, Tyr was reclining on his bed with a ponderous book. He didn't even look up as she approached.
"We need to talk."
"You said." He turned a page. "However, as you also said it was about your children, I fail to see why that concerns me, unless you're asking me to father them. In which case, I respectfully decline."
"Ha. No. I was talking about yours." She crossed her arms and waited.
Now he closed the book, but still stared unseeing at the cover. "I have no children."
"Then what did you see earlier?"
"The impossible."
She was annoyed. They'd all seen things, but some of them were real on at least some level. Why would his be the only one that was made up out of whole cloth? "You sure? I mean, you had a wife we didn't know about, why not a kid?"
"Because I don't have him anymore!" he snarled, dropping the book. She stepped back as she rose to his full, intimidating height. "If I could have my son, the universe would know of him! My wife died at the Genite's hands, her entire pride, why would they spare one child instead of killing him with the rest? I was there and could do nothing! Would you want that known? That you were helpless to save their lives?"
"I- Tyr, I didn't know." She bit her lip, chastened. "I'm sorry."
He did not answer, sitting silently back down on his bed. She walked slowly out, feeling as if she had interrupted a funeral she hadn't known was being held.