Too Good To Be True



Author's Note: Just a plotless little Trance/Harper fic. The lyrics used belong to Nobody's Angel. And, of course, as always Andromeda belongs to Tribune, not me. I just like to have a little fun with the characters.



Trance serenely smiled as she tended to her beloved plants in Hydroponics. She moved from one to another in a methodical fashion, never dwelling on one too long. Her voice changed from its usual tone to almost a coo as she informed the plants of what she was doing to them. She trimmed some of them, watered others, and left some of them as they were. Then, she reached the lavender orchid, tucked away among primrose and lilies. All of the other flowers were simple, pretty things to her that were easy to understand, except for this one.