Title: Birthday Surprise
Author: Mary Rose
Rating: G
Summary: Beka gets a birthday surprise from Dylan.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Author's Notes: Happy birthday Mystic Dragon. Consider this a present from me because I thought I could do this. If it turns out that I can't and you hate it...well I'll take it back. BTW I love your stories. Here goes.
"It's all set Dylan," Andromeda's hologram told Captain Dylan Hunt.
"Good. And she doesn't know."
"She has no idea."
"Good. Let's keep it that way."
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Dylan paused, then grinned. "No, but, if she's going to kill anybody, I'll take the blame so, it'll be me."
Holo-Rommie grinned. "I'm going to hold you to that."
There was a call over the comlink for Andromeda's first officer Beka Valentine to report to the Obs Deck. Beka, doing her shift in Command was extremely irritated. What the hell could anybody want with her on Obs Deck? To top it off, it was her birthday and that never made her happy.
"Do I really have to go? It can't be that important, Andromeda."
Holo-Rommie appeared. "It is. Dylan want s to see you and discuss some things with you and he's on Obs Deck."
"And he can't come here. He knows I'm on duty."
"Guess not."
"Fine. I'll go. Keep an eye on things for me." She stomped off.
Holo-Rommie was grinning. This was going to be fun. There were going to be fireworks, probably. Well, Dylan had said he'd take the blame. Her avatar was safe. That was all that mattered.
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Beka wasn't happy. 'So, Dylan's throwing his weight around, making me come to him instead of the other way around.' It wasn't like him but, still...
"Surprise!"
She stood in the doorway of the deck in shock. The stage was set for a birthday party. There were party decorations. It looked like one for her.
"Who told you?" So help them if Rev, Trance or Harper had spilled the beans she was going to dismember them. After slowly torturing them, of course.
"I've agreed to protect my sources. If there's any killing to be done, I'm to be the victim." Dylan was standing there, grinning like an idiot.
"You're going to regret this. I'm going to murder you."
He burst out laughing. "Fine. Fine. Kill me later. Right now, let's have fun."
All the crew, except for Tyr (who didn't do birthdays) were there. There was a buffet dinner set up with an enormus cake, with thankfully, only a few candles on it. There were presents, though. That was always nice. Maybe she could have fun.
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Later still...
It was late and most everybody had left. Only Dylan and Beka were still there. "Still feel like killing me?"
"Yeah but, I'll give you a reprieve. Just don't ever do anything like this ever again."
"Why not?" He was genuinely puzzled.
"Because birthdays aren't the best for me. Let's just leave it at that. I hate getting older."
But Dylan, being Dylan, couldn't just 'leave it at that.' "I have to tell you that I probably will do something like this again because you're my friend and because you're important to me. I want to make you happy."
"This doesn't."
"It could. Let me in Beka. Let yourself be happy. It's not going to turn around and bite you in the you-know-where. I promise and like you, I always keep my promises."
She started sobbing then and he moved over and hugged her. She let him and then they kissed and she was still crying, so he rocked her in his arms untill she finally quieted and she was lying in his arms, on the couch, snuggling.