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Harper?" Beka shook his shoulder gently, "Harper, I need you to wake up now. Come on Kiddo."

He moaned and rolled over again, "I'm tired, Beka."

"I know, but we need you to fix the ship. Can you help us?"

He looked up at her in disbelief, "But you said I could sleep. No, you told me to sleep. I'm really tired, Bek, and my head aches so badly that I can't see straight."

"Seamus, I know you don't feel well. You know I wouldn't normally do this, but you're the only person who can fix the Maru." She turned to Dylan, "Can you give us a few?" He nodded and left the room without a word. "All right Sweetie, just tell me where you hurt."

"I hurt just about everywhere. My back, my legs, my chest. Beka, it's killing me to breath right now. I'm so congested." He swiftly blinked back the tears that threatened to make an unwelcome appearance, "I just ache all over."

She kissed his forehead, which felt hot to her lips, "I know you do. We can work on the ship tomorrow. Right now you just need to sleep."

"Are you mad at me, Boss?" His eyes looked worried.

"Oh Harper, of course not. How can I be mad at you? You never complain unless you really feel miserable. I'll go back and try to work on the homing device for now."

"Beka… will you stay with me? At least until I go to sleep. I feel very sleepy right now, it shouldn't be long." He reached for his box of tissues and grabbed one. He started to sneeze again. "I'm…"

"Don't try to talk while you're sneezing, Harper. That 's not possible. And don't apologize about it, either. You can't help it." She put her arm around his shoulders and helped him sit up. Rubbing his back in gentle circular motions, she waited out the fit. When he was finally done, he fairly collapsed in her arms.

"Done… I'm just gonna shut my eyes for a sec."

Beka held his hand until she felt it go limp and heard him snoring lightly. She then went out into the hall and joined Dylan, "I couldn't ask him to work on the engines when he's this sick. That would be cruel. He's asleep again. He asked me to let him."

Dylan nodded, "yes, it would. How bad is it?"

She gave him a wry smile, "The ship or Harper?"

"Ship, I think. Well could be both though, technically, Harper's not an 'it'. How's the Maru holding up?"

"Do you want me to tell you the truth, or do you want me to tell you that I can get her up and flying within the next couple of days?" She smacked her fist against the wall in frustration. "I don't know how he does it. It seems as if he just has to whisper sweetly at the ship and she's up. Oh well, I'll just have to try to do this the hard way." She snatched up a nanowelder and a pair of Harper's goggles, "I'm going to go work on getting the homing device up again."

Dylan nodded and turned back to the engine, trying to make heads or tails out of it. "We need Harper." He muttered to himself as he puzzled over the bits and pieces that were coming out of the ship in a tangled mess.

A dry, hacking cough startled him. "You rang?"

"I was talking to myself, go lie back down."

"Nah, I feel better, I just needed to sleep."

"What, for ten minutes? You look like you just had a fist fight with Tyr, go to bed." Dylan turned back to the engine, knowing that Harper was still hovering.

"Look, I don't need to sleep all that long, and you two really need the help. I aim to serve when one of my populace asks for my supreme intellect. What's going on?"

"Harper, Beka could use some help on the homing device, go both… I mean, go help her."

"Your wish is my command." He made his way to the part of the ship where Beka was working on the device. "Hey Boss."

"Harper, what are you doing up? I thought you were too tired to give us a hand here."

He shrugged, "I feel better now, that's all."

"I hope you don't think that is going to work for me. I you look like…"

"Crap, I know I know. Dylan told me."

"He knows you're up and wandering around? Is he crazy, why didn't he send you back to bed? Wait a minute, don't tell me, you told him that you were feeling better, didn't you? And he believed you. He needs a lesson in knowing when he is being blatantly lied to by Seamus Harper, the universe's greatest liar."

"Beka," he started to cough again.

She put her arm around he and began to guide him back to his quarters. "Come on Seamus, you need your rest."

Harper recovered himself. "Beka, I don't like being in there alone. It's sort of weird. And I hate hearing you guys working while I just lie there and be lazy."

She pushed him down on his bed, "Let's get one thing straight, Harper. You are not being lazy, you never have been. You're sick. Anyone who can't see that is blind. I'm proud of you for trying to give us a hand, but we don't need you to kill yourself over it." She placed her hand on his forehead to gage how the fever had progressed, then moved it down to his flushed cheek.

Harper sniffled a little as he nuzzled up against it. "Hey, Beka, if you don't mind sitting with the universe's greatest liar, I would love the company."

"I really should…" Her voice trailed off as she looked down at the sick young man who's eyes seemed to plead with her. "Oh all right you little con-artist." She pulled up a chair beside the bed and sat down, "But only until you fall asleep. I do have work to do you know." She said teasingly.

"Sure thing Beka. Um, can I talk to you, you know…"

"Do you want to tell me how you're really feeling, Sweetheart?"

"Ok, that something else you are SO not allowed to call me in front of the crew. But, yes, I do." He began to cough again, deep ones, not like the ones that he was used to experiencing when he had this. Beka patted his back very gently until he was done. "OW!!! That hurt." He wiped away the tears that were running down his face from coughing so hard. "See, it's things like that, Bek. I didn't cough that hard when I had this before. What if it's really bad? What if it can be deadly?"

Beka took him in her arms and he buried his face in her shoulder. She noted his ever-rising temperature. He tried to pull away, but she held him fast, and as a result, he sneezed forcefully on her. Normally she would have pushed him off, but just then she didn't seem to care. She rubbed her hand up and down the back of his head as the fit continued, speaking soft, comforting nonsense words as she did so. When he was done, she gently pulled him away and handed him a tissue. "There, better?" He nodded, blew his nose and snuggled up to her again, trying to get warm, "Good, now I have done a lot of research on this, Harper. Believe it or not, I try to learn about whatever it is that you're sick with. Anyway, I have never, ever read about this killing anyone. It's just like any other case of the flu, you only wish it would kill you."

Harper laughed shakily, "Right Boss, thanks. Um, do we have any more blankets? I am freezing."

Beka looked worried, she already had the heat cranked up to uncomfortable levels, "Sure Harper, I'll go get you one. A light one, I don't want to overheat you." She went into her room and grabbed the first blanket that she saw, her Blankie for when she was a little girl. It was warm (but not too warm) and lightweight. As she took it back to Harper, she thought back to the times she and this blanket had had. It was the most comforting thing in the world. "Here you going, Sweetie." She put it over him and watched as he cuddled into the warmth.

"Thanks again, Beka. Hey Bek, will you talk to me? Tell me a story or something, just…you know, something?"

Her face grew soft, something to let know for sure that he wasn't alone. How many times had he asked her to talk to him when he was sick or hurt? Too many to count. His insecurities were so painfully apparent at those times. "Sure Shorty, I'll talk to you. Did I ever tell you about the time that Rev accidentally killed one of Trance's favorite plants?"

"Boss, I was there, remember?"

"You weren't there when she came into my room crying. If you tell her I told you, you might just wake up to find that you have no hair left. Anyway…"

She told him lighthearted little stories like that until she could hear his congested snore once again. Then she stooped down, kissed his cheek and left the room very quietly.