Title: Guardian Angel
Author: Ivy
Rating: PG
Summary: The crew finally get some time off, with interesting consequences.
Disclaimer: I don't own Andromeda or its characters, they belong to Tribune or Gene Roddenberry or someone else.
Author's note: Feedback always welcomed, especially because this is my first story. My address is: iritbasford@hotmail.com
Another disclaimer: The song "Torn" belongs to Natalie Imbruglia, from her album: "Left Of The Middle"
"Illusion never changed into something real.
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm ashamed bound and broken on the floor
You're a little late, I'm already torn."
It was a beautiful day on the planet Jesary. The sky was a purplish-blue, the clouds were off-white and the weather was fine. So Captain Dylan Hunt decided to give his crew a day off on the planet. Tyr, not surprisingly, decided to stay on the Andromeda and be in charge of the repairs. The rest of the crew however were more than happy to get a vacation. The Jesarians-a small but old race have decided to join the New commonwealth. Theoretically, they just didn't sign the charter yet, and to Dylan's dismay, seemed to be pushing it off.
'Sure it's a big step', Dylan thought. 'But they have already agreed-so why not commit on paper'? He sighed, stealing an exasperated glance with Beka. He told her to have fun with the rest of the crew-but she refused. She said these Jesarians were getting on her nerves and she was going to make them sign that stupid-paper one way or the other. Besides, the meetings aren't for the entire day-she could always go sightseeing later. Dylan smiled to himself and turned to Prime Minister Nese'eto, and began to list for the second time all possible profitable outcomes of joining them.
Tyr Anasazi was bending over at one of Andromeda’s panels. There were some minor adjustments that needed to be made - which did not need to wait for Harper's return. He was nearly done when he heard a voice behind him.
"What are you doing?"
Tyr finished set the tool he was using down and turned to face Rev.
"I was fixing some security problems the Andromeda stated. Shouldn't you be on the planet?" He asked a bit impatiently. He did not like being interrogated.
"I was, but I returned."
"Good for you", he said and turned to leave.
"Why are you fixing the ship?" Rev asked him curiously.
"I already told you."
"Ah yes, but Harper could have done that."
"Harper isn't here, is he?" Tyr answered annoyed. "Is there a point?"
"It was nothing urgent that could not wait for his return", Rev observed.
"So?"
"So were you saving Harper from extra work? Out of the goodness of your heart?"
"No", Tyr stated a bit sharply. Rev waited. "It is for my own survival. If something goes wrong and Harper is killed or wounded, we would need this ship to be operative as soon as possible. I cannot risk depending on that boy."
Rev nodded, though he didn't seem to buy Tyr's excuse. He disappeared down one of the corridors.
Tyr took his tools and went to fix some other problem. He was not willing to admit to Rev that the true reason was a deep unsettling feeling.
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"Oh! Isn't that pretty? And that! How much? Harper-look!"
Harper walked over to his giddy purple friend. Trance was showing him a green headband with beads. At least Harper thought it was a headband. "It's.... Nice?"
"How much?" Trance asked the shop owner.
"5 silver coins", he answered her in basic. Though the main population was Jesarians, there were a couple of hundred humans. Everyone spoke both.
Jesary's economy wasn't doing too well, so everything was a helluvalot cheaper. Practically a bargain. The moment Trance found out she went on a shopping frenzy – dragging Harper along for the ride. So far she bought some flower seeds, a vase, hair stuff, some jewelry and that headband.
He didn’t mind hanging out with Trance it’s just that…. Well she was starting to get on his nerves. They were shopping in this fair for hours- and she was still…. Well… Hyper! She paid for the "headband" and wore it around her neck.
"Trance", Harper said. "Let's go already ok? We've been here for decades, and if I'm gonna hit on any babes in some sleazy bar we gotta get there in this lifetime!"
"Ok, ok", she said smiling. "Just one more thing."
"What?" He asked exasperated.
"That", she said pointing to a big black tent. There was a sign in the entrance in both languages. It read: "Fortune Teller".
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'Finally!' Beka thought grumpily. They've been in this building since the morning. She was tired, annoyed but mostly hungry.
Dylan was pretty good but she'd never admit that to him. He really got through to them. Again. They agreed to sign the form tomorrow. If the terms were right.
Dylan and Beka left the building and stood for a moment. 'Fresh air!' She thought and smiled. Dylan cleared his throat and she turned.
"Well", he said smiling. "I don't know about you- but I'm starving! Do you want to go maybe grab a bite to eat?"
"Sure", she said nodding.
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Tyr fixed everything that he could, but that uneasy feeling just didn't let go. What was it? 'Where are the others?' He thought worriedly. He was not concerned about them. They meant nothing to him. It was…. This feeling. What's wrong? He paced in his quarters, not being able to rest. "I have a really bad feeling", he said to no one in particular.