Disclaimer: Andromeda characters and premise don't belong to me in any way,
shape or form. If they did, I'd be rich and wouldn't be writing fanfic, now
Setting: I'd say anywhere in S1 or S2
Summary: Tyr and Beka have to apologize to each other. Simple, no?
A/N: This is my first Andromeda fic.don't kill me, please? Also, it was
written over a period of about four hours, during a time of multi-tasking.
As well as writing this, I was on the phone, on MSN, reading movie news,
writing an essay, and helping my two friends with their essays. But I had
this idea last night, and it wouldn't leave me alone. I had to write it,
and decided that the worst that could happen if I posted it would be that
everyone hated it and I got piles of flames! But, I don't like flames..
Beka Valentine walked purposefully down the long corridor of the
Andromeda Ascendant that lead to the living quarters of one Tyr Anasazi.
Her head was held high, her face a mask of determined pride. As she
approached the door, however, she found her steps slowing, and by the time
she stood outside of the door, the expression on her face was lingering
somewhere between furious and nervous. She stared at the blank door in
front of her, palms suddenly sweating.
"I will get you back for this, Dylan Hunt," she muttered under her
breath, shifting from one foot to the other. Glaring at the door, she
reached for the keypad beside it, but at the last possible second, she
yanked her hand back. With a curse, she swiped at her tangled hair,
straightened her shirt, and wiped her hands on her pant legs. Taking a deep
breath, she jabbed at the keypad forcefully, alerting the occupant that she
was at the door.
"Who is it?" came the deep, velvety voice from within, with more than
a hint of annoyance.
"It's me," she called back shortly. "Can I come in?"
"Just a moment," he called back, and she could here the sound of
something crashing to the floor, and muffled swearing before the door
finally slid open. Tyr stood, hands behind his back, staring down at her.
"Hi," she muttered. Then, deciding it would be easier to just get on
with it, she looked up at him and, placing her hands on her hips, "Look. I
came here to apologize for what I said earlier. I was out of line, and had
no right to say what I did. I hope that you will be willing to forgive and
forget, and that we can go back to being...friends." Her eyes dared him to
He stared at her for a long moment, and then a smirk slowly slipped
across his features. "I see Dylan got to you, as well?"
Her eyebrows shot up, and she studied his face for half a second
before breaking out into a smile of her own. "Yeah." She nodded. "He told
me if I didn't apologize, he'd cut off my coffee supply indefinitely," she
Tyr nodded. "He also told me that I must apologize to you. I was just
on my way to do so," he paused. "Rebecca, I am sorry for what I said to you
earlier. I was not thinking clearly, and did not mean half of it. I hope
that you will accept my apology and be willing to forgive me."
She nodded. "If you forgive me?"
"So, we're settled, then. Everything's ok," she backed up. "I should
"Yes, it is getting late," he agreed. She didn't move. He remained in
the doorway, watching her curiously.
Finally, she released a frustrated breath and crossed her arms. "You
know, I still think you're an egotistical, insufferable man with an over-
grown superiority complex."
He nodded, a true smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. "And I
still think that you are a..."
"So! I see you two have made up." An all too cheerful voice floated
down the hall to their ears. They both turned to see Captain Dylan Hunt,
and the Andromeda's avatar, Rommie, strolling towards them.
"Uh, yeah. Everything's fine!" Beka nodded desperately, pasting a
bright smile onto her face. Beside her, Tyr was also trying to appear
"That's excellent," Dylan smiled. "You know, Rommie and I were
talking, and we think that it would be a wonderful idea for you two to
spend more time together. You can get to know each other a little better!
We asked Trance, Harper and Rev, and they were extremely helpful with
suggestions. We compiled a long list of stuff you can do together. Call it
a team-building exercise"
Beka stared, open-mouthed at her Captain. "You want us to do
*what*?!" she demanded.
"I think, first, you two can work on a maintenance check of all the
slipfighters," decided Dylan.
"It's almost 23:00!" Beka objected.
Dylan shrugged. "I'm sure I can rearrange your shifts tomorrow so
that you get a chance to rest," and with that, he was off, Rommie right
"I don't believe this!" Beka slammed a fist into the wall. "And *my*
crew was helping them! What did I ever do to deserve this?"
"Well..." Tyr began, but was cut off by Beka's glare.
"Just. Shut. Up." She snarled, before spinning and marching off down
the corridor. Tyr shrugged and followed.
"Well?" Rev smiled at his two companions. "They didn't kill each
Harper stuck out his tongue. "Not yet. There's still half an hour to
go before they're done."
"I don't know, Harper, they seem pretty calm to me." Trance frowned
"Tranceeeeeeee!" Harper wined. "You're supposed to be on my side!"
"SHHHH!" Trance put up a hand, as Beka and Tyr came close to the
three watchers' hiding place. They held their collective breath, waiting
for the danger to pass.
Instead of moving on, they paused right in front of the grate through
the others were watching. Harper's muttered "Oh shiiiiiiiit..." was barely
audible as he pressed himself farther into the shaft.
Beka followed Tyr as he made his way to the last slipfighter in the
bay. They had been working for the last five hours, and she had been
pleasantly surprised that Tyr hadn't spoken more than absolutely necessary
the entire time. Now, however, she felt that she needed to say something
before the tension became unbearable. Striding forward quickly, she stopped
Tyr with a hand on his shoulder.
"Tyr, wait." She walked to face him. "I just needed to say that,
well, I really *am* sorry about earlier. I know I hurt you, and, well, I'm
sorry. I can understand if you hate me now, but I think, for the crew's
sake, we need to be able to work together. So, I thought I'd tell you that
Her eyes dropped to the deck, waiting for the rebuffle, or scathing
remark that she knew would come. Instead, she felt a warm hand tilt her
chin up, and her eyes met his.
"If there is anyone who should be sorry, it is I. I do not have the
right to hate you, Rebecca, even if I wanted to. You, however, have every
reason to hate me."
For a moment, she considered pulling away, turning her back on him
and just going on with the maintenance checks, but something held her
there. Drawing in a breath, she managed to get out a few words around the
lump that had formed in her throat. "I don't hate you, Tyr. I...just think
that you can be more than a slight pain in the ass sometimes. I'd been
hoping that we could be friends. But, that's up to you. I guess I just want
you to know that I'm open to the idea."
"I believe that I would like that," he nodded.
Looking back on it later, she had no clue what possessed her to do
what she did next. It was completely irrational, and utterly unlike her.
But however it happened, the next thing she knew, she had gone up on tiptoe
and planted a light kiss on his cheek. Drawing back, she was quite pleased
to see the stupefied look on his face. Smirking, she was about to snap out
a smart remark, or perhaps some more of the emotional babble crap which she
had seemed to be spouting that day, but she was cut off by Tyr's lips on
hers. Warm and surprisingly gentle, he kissed her, his hand moving to the
back of her head to tangle fingers in her hair. She gasped, and kissed him
back, tongue darting out to seek entrance into his mouth. Her arms went
around him, and she allowed herself to be bent slightly back as he held
The kiss was over all too soon for the both of them. She slipped from
his grasp, breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. He looked just as
shocked, and she guessed that his kiss had been just as spontaneous as her
own. They watched each other for a few moments, until she regained enough
of her mental faculties to mutter, "We should get to that last check."
He nodded, and trailed after her as she made her way to the small
ship. They worked in silence, neither one wanting to face what had just
happened. An in her heart, Beka knew that they never would. It would be
classified under the category of incidents that no one ever spoke of again.
Besides, she and Tyr were the only ones who knew about it anyway, and she
intended to keep it that way.
'But it *was* nice,' she mused to herself as she scrolled a note on
the flexi she held. 'Yes, definitely very enjoyable.'
"Oh. My. God!!!!!" Harper landed on the floor of his quarters, Trance
and Rev close behind.
"That was certainly unexpected." Agreed the Maggog.
"Not really," Trance perched on the bed. "I mean, they have to get
Harper looked at Rev. Rev looked at Harper. "Sure Trance, whatever
you say." Harper shrugged.
Trance smiled angelically. "I'm right. You'll see!" and with that,
she skipped out of the room, vanishing into the halls.