History

Title: History...
Author: Lena Bem
Series/Sequal info: None (yet)
Email: blaidd@brentstait.fsnet.co.uk
Status: Work in progress. This part finished but future parts still being written. Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13
Content Warnings: slight bad language
Summary: A figure from Rev Bem's past surfaces unexpectedly...
DISCLAIMER: Andromeda and it's characters etc are the property of Tribune Entertainmet etc. I have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of me and are not to be used without my express permission.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: *********** indicates a change of scene and "Blaidd" is the Welsh word for 'Wolf'!
DEDICATION: To my best friend Winifred, Brent Stait for being so damn gorgeous! and to all those who work are working so hard to bring us what I'm sure will be a fantastic series. Thanks guys!
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Rev Bem stood quietly, staring out into space as he waited for their visitor to be brought up from the airlock. Dylan had informed him that they’d had a communication from another ship in the area, asking if they could trade supplies. As the ship’s resident linguist, it was Rev’s job to translate and mediate during the trade “discussion”. He snorted quietly to himself, knowing that most trade discussions usually ended with haggling and Rev Bem was not a good haggler. He had been once, before he had left behind his own race and joined the human in his quest, but his past was just that....the past! He pushed the thoughts from his mind, not wanting to remember what had caused his ‘change of heart’, and turned his attention back to the present. He remained at the window, not wanting to join the meeting just yet, as he heard Dylan greet their visitor. “Welcome. I’m Dylan Hunt, captain of the Andromeda” he introduced himself, his voice indicating to Rev that their visitor had caught Dylan’s interest. “Must be female” he thought wryly, knowing his captain’s tendency to spot an attractive female.
“This is.....” his words were lost on Rev as he caught a familiar scent, turning just as Dylan was about to introduce Rev to the stranger.
“Mutack!” the stranger snarled, launching herself at Rev, hand raising her dagger. He caught her wrist in his hand, twisting her round until her arm was bent behind her back at a painful angle.
“Hello Yana. Good to see you again” his voice held no emotion as his free arm pressed into her throat, preventing her from struggling. The others looked at them, stunned by the unusual turn of events, as they tried to understand what was going on. “I take it you two know each other?” Dylan’s query was echoed by the rest of the crew. “We do indeed” the confirmation was delivered as he released Yana, her dagger held now by the Magog.
“I’m sorry Captain. The sight of this animal caught me by surprise. I can assure you it will not happen again” Yana turned her back on Rev, her face the picture of sincere apology for her actions.
“It better not” Dylan’s reply was ominous, an underlying threat obvious to everyone. “I suggest that we discuss our trade in private”.
“Fine by me” she nodded her agreement, studiously ignoring Rev as she followed the captain from the room. Rev Bem watched her leave, knowing well that she would not let the matter drop now she had the opportunity to make good the threat she had made during their last encounter.....

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Rev sat in his quarters, lights dimmed, waiting for the inevitable visit from Yana. As the hours slipped by, he wondered briefly if she was going to keep her promise to Dylan about letting the matter drop. “No. Letting things go isn’t in her nature” he thought sourly, remembering exactly what had happened the last time they’d seen each other. His highly developed senses detected movement and he held his breath, poised and ready for her as she tried to plunge another dagger into his back. He caught her hand easily, twisting her arm until she dropped the dagger. An alarm began to sound and he cursed, knowing Andromeda had sensed Yana’s presence in a place she should not be and was alerting the rest of the crew. Within moments Dylan appearing in the doorway, slightly dishevelled and confused until he caught sight of Rev restraining Yana, the dagger laying discarded at her feet.
“I thought I warned you not to try anything else” disappointment and anger coloured his voice as he looked at the petite brunette. “Take her to the brig”. Tyr grabbed her arm, his superior strength no match for the delicately built woman as he marched her out of the room and off towards the brig.
“Rev, you OK?” Dylan’s question was sincere, though he knew the Magog could easily have taken care of the human if he’d had to.
“I’m fine, thank you” the reply was quick to come, the tone slightly thoughtful and amused.
“Very well” was the only acknowledgement Dylan would give, knowing something was going on and, for once, uncertain if he was going to find out what it was. With a slight nod, he turned and left the room, leaving Rev to ponder his next move.

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The brig was shrouded in darkness as Rev entered, not bothering to raise the lights as he could see perfectly well and knowing it would only alert the prisoner to his presence. He silently took a seat opposite her cell, watching as she paced back and forth with the grace of a panther. Her dark hair tumbled down her back, it’s natural curl making it appear to have a life of it’s own. Eyes as blue, and as deep, as the sea flashed with anger. Full lips parted in a slight snarl as she muttered to herself. Rev watched with growing interest as she stopped, turning to look in his direction as she crossed her arms beneath her ample bosom.
“I was wondering how long it would take before you came down here to gloat” she snarled, startling Rev for a moment before he remembered that she could also see very well in darkness.
“I have not come to gloat Yana. I’ve come to talk” he was glad his voice was calm, giving away none of the feelings she had stirred in him again. “You don’t know how to settle a score without killing” the accusation was harsh, fury and hatred colouring her voice.
“That’s not true. I tried to talk to you but you would not listen” anger began to show in his tone as he got to his feet, making his way slowly to the controls for her cell. Disengaging the force field that prevented her leaving, he quickly stepped inside and watched smugly as it re-formed behind him.
“Get out! I have nothing to say to you any longer, you stinking animal!” fear tinged her voice now, knowing what he was capable of and wondering if she had pushed him too far this time.
“I’m not leaving until we settle this Yana” he stayed still, watching her intently as she backed away from him.
“Get out or I’ll kill you” her threat was not an idle one.
“As I recall, those were the last words you said to me. Ten long years ago” the reminder cut her to the quick, causing him to regret his words but to realise they needed to be said.
“Are you surprised? After what you did, can you really say you’re surprised I want you dead?!” her cry was incredulous, unable to believe he didn’t understand her hatred or need for revenge.
“I am surprised. I can’t believe you still hate me for what happened, that you’re not flattered by what I did” his anger at her attitude was growing. “What?! Why the hell should I be flattered? You murdered the man I was going to marry!” she couldn’t believe his answer. Before she could react, he’d covered the distance between them, pinning her to the wall, arm across her chest, hand wrapping round her throat.
“No, I did what any male with a backbone would have done, I fought for you and won! And how did you repay me? By threatening to kill me! You were mine Yana and he stole you from me!” he hissed, eyes flashing with fury as he loomed over her. “And now you’re mine again!”.
“I will never be yours again Magog” she used his race name as an insult, hammering home the differences between them. “You murdered my mate, my family, every person who ever knew me!”
“You were mine you little bitch! You turned your back on me and I wasn’t about to let that go unpunished. I can make things very difficult for you here, unless...” he left the threat hanging in the air between them, his Magog nature straining to gain control over him once more. He had suppressed his true nature 10 years before, turning to religion to master his impulses and turn away from everything he once was, but now the darkness within him rose once more and threatened to overwhelm him. With sickening clarity and speed, he suddenly realised what he was doing and released her, turning his back on her and moving away. Silently he cursed his own stupidity. He knew what happened everytime he was near her, knew the feelings and urges he felt whenever he saw or thought about her. Without another word, he dropped the barrier for her cell and strode out, leaving her staring after him, hatred burning in her eyes.

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The blessed darkness greeted him as he re-entered his quarters, a strange calm settling over him as he lit a single candle, placing it on the floor as he seated himself beside it. Holding his hand over the flame, he felt the heat burning into his palm but his hand remained where it was until he could bear it no longer. He stared at the burn on his palm, knowing it would heal in time but that there would always be a scar to remind him of what he had done. In his desperation to change who he was, he had repressed the events of that fateful time, thinking that if he could forget it then it would never have happened. It was a futile thing to do, for the scars left behind from that time were still within him, reminding him of what he had done. He should never have become involved with a human, never let himself get attached. To begin with, she was to have been his next “incubator” but when she fought him and won, as he tried to paralyse her, he had seen her differently. For some unknown reason, he had spared her and their involvement had begun. The thing humans called “sex” had been a problem, but one they had managed to find an interesting solution for. She was the one who had stirred something in him that he had never imagined was there, the potential to be something better than he was. She had shown him that what he was born did not necessarily mean that was all he could ever be. They’d shared a wonderful year together, learning of each other’s races, customs, history, until Jacob had come along. The human stole her away and hid her so that Rev could not find her, filling her head with horror stories to poison her mind and cause her to turn her back on Rev. When he finally found her, she shunned him. The discovery that she was to “marry” Jacob had been the final straw for Rev and he’d found the human one dark night. The ensuing fight had not lasted long, due to Rev’s superior strength and fighting ability, and he’d just moved in for the kill when Yana found them. She tried to stop them but Rev had already delivered several fatal blows to Jacob and Yana couldn’t save him. She turned on him then, swearing to kill him and every member of his race she ever met. His Magog nature had surfaced then and, furious at her rejection, he proceeded to kill everyone who had ever known her....

Fighting to remain calm, he recalled the many varied ways in which he had carried out his attacks, the suffering he had inflicted on each of his victims as punishment for Yana’s rejection of him. Many of those he killed were used to incubate his eggs, while the rest had either been mutilated or partially eaten and left for Yana to find. A vision came to mind and he closed his eyes, trying to block out the memory which rose despite his attempts to suppress it. The memory of laying in wait, hidden from her, watching as she found each of the bodies, enjoying the horror and agony that the sights inflicted on her....

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The following day, Rev stood in his quarters, watching as Yana’s ship departed. He’d gone to see Dylan earlier that morning and explained that Yana had good reason for her attack and that she should leave the ship as soon as possible. He had also suggested that the ‘trade’ go ahead as planned, allowing Yana to gain the supplies she need, in exchange for information Andromeda needed. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he watched her leave, knowing with an unshakeable certainty that they would meet again.
“Until next time Yana, my wild blaidd” he muttered to himself as he turned from the window and back to his ‘normal’ life....