Andromeda, A Time to Reap, #74 corrupt,
Title: A Time to Reap
Fandom: Andromeda
Author: Karrenia-rune
Rating: PG
Prompt: #74 corrupt
96/100
Alternate Reality, Beka, Harper ficlet
Disclaimer: Andromeda belongs to Fireworks Productions and Tribune Entertainment. It is not mine.
"A Time to Reap" by karrenia
In the solitude of her own quarters aboard the Andromeda Ascendant, Beka began to pace back and forth, her thoughts coming in a rushing tide, there was the pressure of knowing that within the next twelve hours should would have to go and navigate the Cortisan convoy through some of the most tricky and dangerous currents of Slipstream; difficult enough when it was just one ship, but with the added difficult of an entire convoy.
She momentarily ceased her frantic pacing, fists spasmodically clenching and unclenching, and sank down onto the floor with her knees drawn up slowly rocking back and forth.
At that moment the door chime to her quarters sounded, but it was just one more noise amongst the pounding in her head and she chose to ignore it. Whoever it was at her door, would soon get the hint and go away; however, go away whoever it was did not do, instead came into the dim interior of her quarters, calling her name.
From the sound of the voice and the shuffle of the footsteps, she determined that it was Seamus Harper.
She did not want to see anyone or have anyone see her in her present condition.
“Go away!” she screamed.
“Beka, Beka, what’s wrong? Are you okay!”
“I had the weirdest dream, a dream about you and you being in trouble,” he called out.
“Damn you, Harper!” she screeched, I told you to go away!”
“Beka, he said, homing on the sound of her voice and increasingly erratic movements,” Something is wrong.
“I, I’m fine, such a bet over-tired, nothing a good night’s sleep wont’ fix,” she muttered.
Harper reached her side moments later, worry and fear etched all over his mobile features as if a sculptor had carved them into his face.
He crouched down by her side and placed his hands on her trembling shoulders.
She resisted for a moment and then sank to down to the floor. “I don’t understand!”
“Don’t’ understand what? Beka, talk to me!” exclaimed Harper.
Harper waited, patiently, not knowing what else to do so or say that won’t help her, but then she raised her aching head slowly and
painfully and locked her gaze with his own.
Harper took one look into her glazed blue eyes and clenched his own fists, he didn’t want to believe it, but the evidence was there even
if he chose to ignore it. “Beka, Oh My God! You’re on Flash! Do you have any idea what that stuff will do to you. Okay, so I’ve heard the high is great while it lasts, but the crash, is ten-times worse!”
“No, No, no,” she stuttered, half-turning away from him, and then muttered, “Well, yes, but only a little at time a time, just enough to
get through the worst parts of Slipstream. I can control. You see that’s the key, control, it’s always been about control.”
“Damn it, Beka! Go see Rhade! You need to tell him what’s happening!”
“No, No, I can’t, not just yet, there are only three more jaunts and then the convoy will be home-free. Until then,” she said and then
trailed off, and nearly would have collapsed in a loose-jointed heap if Harper had not been there to catch her.
He half-carried, half-walked her over to a nearby chair and gently set her down. “Come on, Boss, you know as well as I do that you can’t go on like this. If you won’t tell the Captain…”
“Harper, please don’t tell him, promise me.”
“Okay, okay, but…” he trailed, helpless fumbling for what else to do.
“Hah!” Beka exclaimed ruefully; : ”Do you know what the ironic thing about all this is?”
“No, but I think I can guess,” replied Harper.
“That I’m usually the one that has it all together, but right now I feel like I’m shattered into a million pieces.”
“Beka, you know that I will always have your back, no matter, and if there is anything, anything I can do or say, just say the word and it’s as good as done.
“Just give me time, and Harper, thanks,” Beka muttered, mustering a tiny smile for his sake.
“For what?” Harper asked, sounding surprised yet relieved that seemed to be recovering, slowly, but recovering.
“For being there,” she replied, “and the best thing you can do for me is go. I think I am ready to go to bed, to sleep.”
Fandom: Andromeda
Author: Karrenia-rune
Rating: PG
Prompt: #74 corrupt
96/100
Alternate Reality, Beka, Harper ficlet
Disclaimer: Andromeda belongs to Fireworks Productions and Tribune Entertainment. It is not mine.
"A Time to Reap" by karrenia
In the solitude of her own quarters aboard the Andromeda Ascendant, Beka began to pace back and forth, her thoughts coming in a rushing tide, there was the pressure of knowing that within the next twelve hours should would have to go and navigate the Cortisan convoy through some of the most tricky and dangerous currents of Slipstream; difficult enough when it was just one ship, but with the added difficult of an entire convoy.
She momentarily ceased her frantic pacing, fists spasmodically clenching and unclenching, and sank down onto the floor with her knees drawn up slowly rocking back and forth.
At that moment the door chime to her quarters sounded, but it was just one more noise amongst the pounding in her head and she chose to ignore it. Whoever it was at her door, would soon get the hint and go away; however, go away whoever it was did not do, instead came into the dim interior of her quarters, calling her name.
From the sound of the voice and the shuffle of the footsteps, she determined that it was Seamus Harper.
She did not want to see anyone or have anyone see her in her present condition.
“Go away!” she screamed.
“Beka, Beka, what’s wrong? Are you okay!”
“I had the weirdest dream, a dream about you and you being in trouble,” he called out.
“Damn you, Harper!” she screeched, I told you to go away!”
“Beka, he said, homing on the sound of her voice and increasingly erratic movements,” Something is wrong.
“I, I’m fine, such a bet over-tired, nothing a good night’s sleep wont’ fix,” she muttered.
Harper reached her side moments later, worry and fear etched all over his mobile features as if a sculptor had carved them into his face.
He crouched down by her side and placed his hands on her trembling shoulders.
She resisted for a moment and then sank to down to the floor. “I don’t understand!”
“Don’t’ understand what? Beka, talk to me!” exclaimed Harper.
Harper waited, patiently, not knowing what else to do so or say that won’t help her, but then she raised her aching head slowly and
painfully and locked her gaze with his own.
Harper took one look into her glazed blue eyes and clenched his own fists, he didn’t want to believe it, but the evidence was there even
if he chose to ignore it. “Beka, Oh My God! You’re on Flash! Do you have any idea what that stuff will do to you. Okay, so I’ve heard the high is great while it lasts, but the crash, is ten-times worse!”
“No, No, no,” she stuttered, half-turning away from him, and then muttered, “Well, yes, but only a little at time a time, just enough to
get through the worst parts of Slipstream. I can control. You see that’s the key, control, it’s always been about control.”
“Damn it, Beka! Go see Rhade! You need to tell him what’s happening!”
“No, No, I can’t, not just yet, there are only three more jaunts and then the convoy will be home-free. Until then,” she said and then
trailed off, and nearly would have collapsed in a loose-jointed heap if Harper had not been there to catch her.
He half-carried, half-walked her over to a nearby chair and gently set her down. “Come on, Boss, you know as well as I do that you can’t go on like this. If you won’t tell the Captain…”
“Harper, please don’t tell him, promise me.”
“Okay, okay, but…” he trailed, helpless fumbling for what else to do.
“Hah!” Beka exclaimed ruefully; : ”Do you know what the ironic thing about all this is?”
“No, but I think I can guess,” replied Harper.
“That I’m usually the one that has it all together, but right now I feel like I’m shattered into a million pieces.”
“Beka, you know that I will always have your back, no matter, and if there is anything, anything I can do or say, just say the word and it’s as good as done.
“Just give me time, and Harper, thanks,” Beka muttered, mustering a tiny smile for his sake.
“For what?” Harper asked, sounding surprised yet relieved that seemed to be recovering, slowly, but recovering.
“For being there,” she replied, “and the best thing you can do for me is go. I think I am ready to go to bed, to sleep.”