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Title: Alcohol
Theme(s)and number(s): 50. words of wisdom, 62. overwhelmed, 99. bad day, and 98. last resort.
Character/pairing/friendship: Harper and Rommie Friendship
Rating: PG, for Alcohol consumption
Warnings: Alcohol
Summary: Harper is getting stressed out. People are demanding, and he is put in a BAD situation. He has a problem, but will he admit it?!
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Harper let out a small gasp, as he stepped aboard the Andromeda Assendent. It had been a long time, more than 3 years, since he had caught sight of the command deck.
They had just found and refueled her. Harper stepped into his old machine shop, and had to let a smile cross upon his face. Sparky Cola cans littered the floor, among unfinished projects, that to Harper, looked like pieces of part junk.
Fondly, Harper bent down, and picked up the nearest 'project'. He hated to admit it, not even to himself, but he had no idea what it was, or what it was supposed to do. Sighing, Harper threw it back down, then wandered to the back.
Suddenly, a voice ripped into the air around him. "Harper!" Beka scolded over the intercom. "Harper, you said you would make that device so we could get closer to Trance's sun, without burning to a crisp! You should remember the last time we got too close to a sun!"
And, boy did Harper remember. But it was hazy. Everyone had been on Seefra for weeks, maybe months. Harper had been there 3 years, and before that, while he had been on the Andromeda and Eurika Maru, were a blur. But he remembered when he had coughed up blood. That was when Tyr was still around.
"Give me a break, Beka. I've been out of the business of using my genius mind for more than 3 years now." He said. He hadn't called Beka 'boss', in a long time.
"You made the androids, so don't give me that. We have to get the people on Seefra 5 off, but we had a delay. Now, the planet is too close to the sun, and we can't go in there until we have that invention!" Beka stated, then clicked off the comm.
Harper sighed. As much as he hated to think it, he wasn't as good as he used to be.
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"Harper!" Beka snapped over the comm. " Seefra 5 is about to be burned to a crisp, and so will your butt if you don't kick that invention on, right now!"
Harper was panicking. Beka had already set off to the sun, and he hadn't a clue on how to work his invention. Dylan had asked a favor, though it was more like a demand, to make a barrier for when Dylan and Rhade went to the blinking sun.
Harper was stressed, and getting depressed. He also had just gotten a call from command. Trance had said he had to fix Rommie and Doyle, because they had shut down, without warning. Harper hadn't had any sleep for 46 hours, and it was effecting him. He was dying for something to eat, but there was no time. Andromeda had long been out of Sparky Cola, the life-giving liquid that kept Harper going in bad times.
He looked longingly at the empty can in front of him. He buried his head in his hands, feeling as if he would cry. But this was the Seefra system, and there was no moisture left for tears.
"Harper!" Beka yelled through the open comm. Harper cracked. He ran out of the machine shop.
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"Andromeda, is Harper still in the Machine shop?! He was supposed to come up and fix Rommie." Trance asked Andromeda, frustration ringing out of the usually bubbly voice.
"No, he is no longer in machine shop 7." Andromeda stated in her flat, semi-cold voice.
"Good! He's finally coming up!" Trance said, relieved.
"No, he is headed down, not up. He is not coming to the command deck." Andromeda stated.
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Harper ran into Dylan's de-briefing room. He ran to the other side of the table, and pulled out a yellow bottle. He groaned. There was no good booze on Seefra.
He needed a booster, he needed to keep himself from starving to death, or falling asleep.
He popped off the cork, then chugged down on the bottle of whiskey.
He finished his long gulp, a look of content and a refreshing pick-up in his glazed eyes.
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Time Passes...
Harper ran into the back of the bar, Rommie close behind him. Harper shut the door quickly after Rommie had run in behind him.
He sat his bag down, and bolted the door. Rommie watched as Harper shivered, shaking.
"How?!" he croaked, as he slumped in the farthest corner from the door. Loud growling and pounding could be heard on the other side of the door.
"Simple. The Magog have found a way into the Seefra pocket." She watched as he sobbed quietly, and rocked himself.
"No, no, no...no...no...no..." He repeated, hardly over a whisper.
"I need a drink." Harper stated as he sat up suddenly. He reached over to his bag, and fumbled inside. Rommie expected to see a bright colorful can of Sparky Cola come out, but was shocked when a dirty bottle came out, with dark liquid inside. He swigged at it, his blue eyes shinning brightly, need filling them.
"Harper!" Rommie said, as she analyzed the liquid. It was a mix of whiskey, beer, wine, and champagne. "Where did you get that?!" she asked.
"Briefing room. Why carry around 4 bottles, when you can make it one bottle." He stated with a dead voice, as he took another drink.
"Harper, you have a high alcohol level. How long have you been drinking?!"
" I don't know." He slurred, his eyes out of focus.
The Magog outside started to break the door. It creaked with the pressure.
"They're breaking through." Harper said, fear in his voice.
"When did you start?"
"Back when Seefra 5 burned."
"That was weeks ago!" Rommie said loudly, surprised.
"I just need something to keep me going. I don't need to explain." He said harshly.
"The first step to recovery is admitting the problem. It's alcohol abuse!" She said, snatching the bottle away from him.
"Get off my back!" Harper shouted at her, anger rising in him. He pushed her away, grabbing the bottle back.
"It's not like it matters now! We are going to die! But, you're not alive! So just leave me alone! I'm not abusing! I take a drink once and a while! What's wrong with that?!" He slurred dropping on the ground, as the door bulged. A warning that the door was about to break.
"It's wrong when you depend on it." She said quietly. "It's alright." She soothed as she hugged him close. "The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem." She repeated firmly.
The door broke open, as a green light filled the room.
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"Well, thanks to Trance, we were transported back to the Andromeda, and her suns ran into the Magog World Ship, destroying both!" Dylan said to his crew around him.
Trance looked pale, with the energy to bring everyone back, and her suns being destroyed.
"To Trance, and the end of danger!" Dylan said, raising a glass of wine in his hands. Beka and Rhade raised theirs. Dylan offered another glass for Harper.
"No thanks Dylan. I'm taking some advice from a friend." Harper said, winking at Rommie who stared back proudly.
Theme(s)and number(s): 50. words of wisdom, 62. overwhelmed, 99. bad day, and 98. last resort.
Character/pairing/friendship: Harper and Rommie Friendship
Rating: PG, for Alcohol consumption
Warnings: Alcohol
Summary: Harper is getting stressed out. People are demanding, and he is put in a BAD situation. He has a problem, but will he admit it?!
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Harper let out a small gasp, as he stepped aboard the Andromeda Assendent. It had been a long time, more than 3 years, since he had caught sight of the command deck.
They had just found and refueled her. Harper stepped into his old machine shop, and had to let a smile cross upon his face. Sparky Cola cans littered the floor, among unfinished projects, that to Harper, looked like pieces of part junk.
Fondly, Harper bent down, and picked up the nearest 'project'. He hated to admit it, not even to himself, but he had no idea what it was, or what it was supposed to do. Sighing, Harper threw it back down, then wandered to the back.
Suddenly, a voice ripped into the air around him. "Harper!" Beka scolded over the intercom. "Harper, you said you would make that device so we could get closer to Trance's sun, without burning to a crisp! You should remember the last time we got too close to a sun!"
And, boy did Harper remember. But it was hazy. Everyone had been on Seefra for weeks, maybe months. Harper had been there 3 years, and before that, while he had been on the Andromeda and Eurika Maru, were a blur. But he remembered when he had coughed up blood. That was when Tyr was still around.
"Give me a break, Beka. I've been out of the business of using my genius mind for more than 3 years now." He said. He hadn't called Beka 'boss', in a long time.
"You made the androids, so don't give me that. We have to get the people on Seefra 5 off, but we had a delay. Now, the planet is too close to the sun, and we can't go in there until we have that invention!" Beka stated, then clicked off the comm.
Harper sighed. As much as he hated to think it, he wasn't as good as he used to be.
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"Harper!" Beka snapped over the comm. " Seefra 5 is about to be burned to a crisp, and so will your butt if you don't kick that invention on, right now!"
Harper was panicking. Beka had already set off to the sun, and he hadn't a clue on how to work his invention. Dylan had asked a favor, though it was more like a demand, to make a barrier for when Dylan and Rhade went to the blinking sun.
Harper was stressed, and getting depressed. He also had just gotten a call from command. Trance had said he had to fix Rommie and Doyle, because they had shut down, without warning. Harper hadn't had any sleep for 46 hours, and it was effecting him. He was dying for something to eat, but there was no time. Andromeda had long been out of Sparky Cola, the life-giving liquid that kept Harper going in bad times.
He looked longingly at the empty can in front of him. He buried his head in his hands, feeling as if he would cry. But this was the Seefra system, and there was no moisture left for tears.
"Harper!" Beka yelled through the open comm. Harper cracked. He ran out of the machine shop.
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"Andromeda, is Harper still in the Machine shop?! He was supposed to come up and fix Rommie." Trance asked Andromeda, frustration ringing out of the usually bubbly voice.
"No, he is no longer in machine shop 7." Andromeda stated in her flat, semi-cold voice.
"Good! He's finally coming up!" Trance said, relieved.
"No, he is headed down, not up. He is not coming to the command deck." Andromeda stated.
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Harper ran into Dylan's de-briefing room. He ran to the other side of the table, and pulled out a yellow bottle. He groaned. There was no good booze on Seefra.
He needed a booster, he needed to keep himself from starving to death, or falling asleep.
He popped off the cork, then chugged down on the bottle of whiskey.
He finished his long gulp, a look of content and a refreshing pick-up in his glazed eyes.
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Time Passes...
Harper ran into the back of the bar, Rommie close behind him. Harper shut the door quickly after Rommie had run in behind him.
He sat his bag down, and bolted the door. Rommie watched as Harper shivered, shaking.
"How?!" he croaked, as he slumped in the farthest corner from the door. Loud growling and pounding could be heard on the other side of the door.
"Simple. The Magog have found a way into the Seefra pocket." She watched as he sobbed quietly, and rocked himself.
"No, no, no...no...no...no..." He repeated, hardly over a whisper.
"I need a drink." Harper stated as he sat up suddenly. He reached over to his bag, and fumbled inside. Rommie expected to see a bright colorful can of Sparky Cola come out, but was shocked when a dirty bottle came out, with dark liquid inside. He swigged at it, his blue eyes shinning brightly, need filling them.
"Harper!" Rommie said, as she analyzed the liquid. It was a mix of whiskey, beer, wine, and champagne. "Where did you get that?!" she asked.
"Briefing room. Why carry around 4 bottles, when you can make it one bottle." He stated with a dead voice, as he took another drink.
"Harper, you have a high alcohol level. How long have you been drinking?!"
" I don't know." He slurred, his eyes out of focus.
The Magog outside started to break the door. It creaked with the pressure.
"They're breaking through." Harper said, fear in his voice.
"When did you start?"
"Back when Seefra 5 burned."
"That was weeks ago!" Rommie said loudly, surprised.
"I just need something to keep me going. I don't need to explain." He said harshly.
"The first step to recovery is admitting the problem. It's alcohol abuse!" She said, snatching the bottle away from him.
"Get off my back!" Harper shouted at her, anger rising in him. He pushed her away, grabbing the bottle back.
"It's not like it matters now! We are going to die! But, you're not alive! So just leave me alone! I'm not abusing! I take a drink once and a while! What's wrong with that?!" He slurred dropping on the ground, as the door bulged. A warning that the door was about to break.
"It's wrong when you depend on it." She said quietly. "It's alright." She soothed as she hugged him close. "The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem." She repeated firmly.
The door broke open, as a green light filled the room.
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"Well, thanks to Trance, we were transported back to the Andromeda, and her suns ran into the Magog World Ship, destroying both!" Dylan said to his crew around him.
Trance looked pale, with the energy to bring everyone back, and her suns being destroyed.
"To Trance, and the end of danger!" Dylan said, raising a glass of wine in his hands. Beka and Rhade raised theirs. Dylan offered another glass for Harper.
"No thanks Dylan. I'm taking some advice from a friend." Harper said, winking at Rommie who stared back proudly.