Disclaimer: I dutifully thank Creed for the use of their song "Higher". Without it, I wouldn’t be here. It doesn’t belong to me, it belongs to them and their various lawyers and institutions. I certainly don’t own any of the characters from "Andromeda", otherwise I would be in a coma from sheer happiness. So, get the point and nobody sue me.
P.S. This is a companion songfic to "Walk Me Home". It doesn’t really matter which one you read first, it’s up to you. And sorry for inaccuracies, Rommie hasn’t become an android yet in my viewing history, so I’m taking liberties as to how that happens based on guesses and luck. Mini-spoiler alert for second episode. And, ok, total displacement, but I added a Christmas element! Enjoy!
When dreaming I'm guided through another world
Time and time again
At sunrise I fight to stay asleep
Cause I don't want to leave the comfort of this place
Cause there's a hunger, a longing to escape
From the life I live when I'm awake
Seamus Harper was tinkering again. Whenever he couldn’t sleep (which was quite often, seeing as he loved fresh coffee so much) he worked on his little machines and inventions. He had many spread out in his quarters. They were, to put it honestly, a family of sorts. He was the boy genius. People tolerated him. The entire crew only tolerated him because they needed his skill. And his amazing wit .......... but he was drifting again. Really, he was a scrappy little guy who probably would have been dead if it hadn’t been for the Andromeda. Or Rommie, even, if you wanted to get more personal. He hadn’t built her android body for nothing. Well, ok, it was nice having a human figure to talk to sometimes, but let’s be honest. She was hot. It was just a pity that they couldn’t, well, you know . . . As if Rommie would even be attracted to a guy like him, ever. It was obvious she was infatuated with the good captain Hunt. Harper smirked tightly, not really masking the sadness in his eyes. In a world without truth and justice, no one ever got what they wanted. He couldn’t have Rommie, and Rommie couldn’t have Dylan. Hah. Real fair. It was just one, really messed up circle.
So let's go there
Let's make our escape
Come on, let's go there
Let's ask can we stay?
Harper’s thoughts strayed. Again. How they managed to stray from the original straying he didn’t know . . . oh, well. Whatever. He closed his eyes and saw intense violet. Trance. He couldn’t get her off his mind, either. She was so naive. At least she acted that way. Harper wasn’t going to question a girl that could come back from the dead. He trembled when he thought of what he had been willing to do to Gerentex when he saw him shoot Trance . . . Harper took a deep breath. Steady, man. Steady. He couldn’t actually figure why he cared so much. Well, ok, he could. Trance was sweet and funny and useful-basically pure good shining from the darkness he felt inside himself.
Damn. He was too transparent. He wore his heart on his sleeve. God. He shook his head. It was so obvious that he was glad to see her. He had actually babbled when he saw her alive and well.
Can you take me higher?
To a place where blind men see
Can you take me higher?
To a place with golden streets
It was painfully simple. He hid behind jokes and machines so he didn’t look weak and upset. Or emotional at all. It didn’t work very well. When he first saw Rommie, he just melted into adoration. And she just looked at him like he was the greatest worm ever to walk space. Or . . . well, he confused himself even. Worms don’t exist in actual space. Unless you count Gerentex, that slimy, Rudolph-nosed bastard . . . He felt sorry Tyr hadn’t killed him. He would have gladly helped.
Although I would like our world to change
It helps me to appreciate
Those nights and those dreams
But, my friend, I'd sacrifice all those nights
If I could make the Earth and my dreams the same
The only difference is
To let love replace all our hate
CALM, Harper. Calm. What the hell was wrong with him? Anger was not going to help him much now. He needed to breathe. No, he needed coffee. Ah, he didn’t know what he needed anymore. All he knew was what he wanted. Big difference. Big problem. Why was he so angry? Life on the Andromeda had its risks, true, but they had all known that when they signed on. It was fun. He got to be his little genius self, he had coffee, he had . . . women all around him. And none of them liked him much, except Trance. Sweet, happy Trance.
So let's go there
Let's make our escape
Come on, let's go there
Let's ask can we stay?
Can you take me higher?
To a place where blind men see
Can you take me higher?
To a place with golden streams
So let’s go there
Let’s go there
Come on, let’s go there
Let’s ask can we stay?
Harper wondered how messed up inside he was. Very, he was betting. To love two women, to have murderous thoughts . . . it wasn’t right. Sometimes he felt like he was going to explode. He realized he was really tired, actually. Time to go beddy-by. Get caught up in his dreams. He smiled grimly. Well, maybe tonight, he was ready for them.
Up high I feel like I'm alive for the very first time
Up high I'm strong enough to take these dreams
And make them mine
Up high I’m strong enough to take these dreams
And make them mine
Can you take me higher?
To a place where blind men see
Can you take me higher?
To a place with golden streets
Can you take me higher?
To a place where blind men see
Can you take me higher?
To a place with golden streams