TITLE: Fetch
AUTHOR: R. Franke
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: A little vignette inspired by a comment of Lexa Doig’s in her interview for SlipstreamWeb.
DISCLAIMER: Beka Valentine, the Eureka Maru, et al. are the property of Tribune Entertainment, MBR Productions, the actors, writers, and all other persons or legal entities known or unknown with a lawful claim upon the characters. This is a work of fan fiction, written for the purposes of personal satisfaction and the enjoyment of others, and monetary or other compensation is neither expected nor desired.
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COPYRIGHT 2002 by R. Franke
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"I don’t see what you’re complaining about," Dylan commented as the Eureka Maru streaked away. "They’re just having a little harmless fun."
"It’s actually kind of cute, when you think about it," Trance broke in.
Beka’s jaw dropped. "Cute?" She shook her head. "You haven’t changed a bit, have you?"
"Told you," the golden-skinned alien replied.
Beka turned back to Dylan. "Look," she said calmly, "all I’m saying is that the Maru was designed and built as a freighter, a salvage ship-"
"Good boy, Maru, good boy," Andromeda crooned as the Maru returned, an asteroid firmly clenched in his forward AG field.
"-not a damn Labrador Retriever," Beka wailed.
"Actually, Boss, if you’re talking about comparative levels of cognitive ability, then-"
"Harper. Shut. Up."
"You’re right, it is kind of cute," Harper stage-whispered to Trance as the Maru dropped the asteroid in front of Andromeda.
Tyr looked up from his console and shrugged. "Let them play for a bit." He blinked. "Let them play," he repeated faintly. "Let two machines, play." He shook his head. "Perhaps if I were to lie down for a bit," he murmured.
"Face it, Beka, you’re not going to win this one," Dylan said.
Beka folded her arms. "It’s undignified," she grumped.
Andromeda flung the asteroid as far as she could. "Fetch, Maru, fetch. Good boy," she called as the freighter bounded happily away.