Love In An Elevator
Chapter 4

"Is it just me or are we hopeless?"

"Hopeless of getting out of here?"

"Now who's bringing that up?" asked Beka, "I meant…are we so messed up that all of our relationships have to fizzle out and die?"

"Maybe it's not us."

"Then who?"


"Then why…"

"Why what?"

"Harper's told you all about my love life hasn't he?"

Rhade smiled lightly, "It has come up."

"How does my business come up in a conversation between an engineer and a Nietzschean?"

"You'd be surprised."


"What were you going to say?"

"What? When?"

Rhade gave her a look. "Beka…"

She was going to say something before, that he knew. Rhade was also pretty sure that it was about a past relationship. Or all of them. He had heard about the majority from Harper especially his griping about a one Bobby Jensen who the engineer happily proclaimed to be dead. Finally. Rhade didn't ask.

Beka's past relationships; a sore spot for her but a bonding opportunity for the boys. He really wanted to hear whatever she had to say, she was actually starting to open up to him, even after only two hours stuck in the elevator. Though with her constant whining, Beka seemed to think they had been in there longer than they actually were and was starting to believe that they would live out the rest of their lives trapped in an elevator.

"Why do they always leave?" As soon as it was out Beka wanted to take it back. Why did she have to say that to him? It was none of his business and maybe…okay he was male and she thought he could maybe shed some light on the minds of his gender.

Or not.

Being Nietzschean, the only way they would leave their mates was through death or female rejection.

"Maybe you scare them?"


"What?" Beka stared at Rhade. Maybe she scared them? "Scare them? So what, I'm hideous or something?"

"Beka, that's not what I meant." Rhade watched the shields go up in her eyes as she crossed her arms.

Why did this always happen? He always managed to get close to her only to do something that ended up with her pushing him away again. "What I meant was that maybe they were intimidated by you. After meeting people outside of Tarazed, most of them don't look like they could handle being second best to an independent ship Captain. Include First Officer to the New Commonwealth's flagship...and can you start to see where I'm going with this?"

Beka chewed her lip as she looked at him. Why did he always have to look at her like that after a misunderstanding? It was the same soothing look he gave her after saying he didn't think it possible for her to melt and that me meant it as a compliment.

"I'm not girly enough for them?"

"Maybe you can be, maybe you're not. How many people have really seen you who you really are?"

"This is who I really am."

"You put up defenses Beka, I know because I've hit every one of them."

"With good reason."

"I'm not Tyr Beka. I will never be Tyr," said Rhade. He found himself having to repeat that fact to her; maybe if he did it enough she would start to see it. She said she did see it a little while ago. He hoped she wouldn't regress back to her old ways of regarding him.

"How do you know?"

"I'm Commonwealth. Through and through."

"So was Gaheris and look what happened."

"Gaheris was first raised as a Nietzschean, pure and simple. He was raised with their expectations and upbringings; I was born here Beka. Three hundred years of Commonwealth loyalty went into this planet. I'd die defending that. The Nietzschean peoples have lost themselves. My loyalties are here with Dylan, Tarazed, and what's left of Majorum Pride."

"What do you want?"

"I want you to trust me."

Beka laughed half-heartedly, "You know what the scary thing is? I think I do."

She trusted him? Rhade blinked.

When did that happen? An hour and a half ago she was accusing him of blackmail. Rhade let this new information settle in. Why were they never trapped together somewhere before now? Given time, Beka did start to open up.

It was after her trust admission that Beka decided that her mouth and brain were no longer connected. These were things she shouldn't be telling him about. And for all this she blamed Aleiss. If she hadn't opened her big mouth up about Thalia then Beka never would have talked to Rhade about it. She wouldn't have started trusting him. Probably wouldn't have started noticing how he listened to her without judgment or just how attractive he was...

Damn you Aleiss!

Rhade nodded and his mouth quirked, "You trust me so much that I get accused of trapping us in an elevator?"
He gave her that all too familiar soft smile of his whenever he tried to lighten a situation, she felt her skin tingle and couldn't help return the smile. Beka also found herself starting to damn Tarazed to hell for producing such beautiful men. She still remembered that Lancer Regiment that was lined up for her personal inspection their first trip to Tarazed which she found herself enjoying for all the wrong reasons.

"Yeah that's still your fault."

"Had I known we were going to get trapped we would have taken the stairs."

"But with our luck we'd just end up stuck in the stairwell."

"Probably. And it'd be a longer wait to be freed. Once they're locked no one really checks them. The elevators have a safety light-up in the control room telling them there's a problem."

"So why haven't they freed us yet?"

Rhade shrugged, "More pressing problems, no one's seen the light yet. Someone could have a file over top of the switchboard…"

Beka groaned. "Why don't we have our communicators?"

"We're on Tarazed. What could go wrong?"

"Being trapped in an elevator comes to mind."

"It doesn't happen often," he assured her.

"I bet you say that to all the girls."

Rhade rolled his eyes. "I give up."

"Really? Again?"

"Yes again."

"That easily?"

"I'm not going to fight you on this Beka, it'll turn into one of those 'Did too! Did not!' situations, and I'm not four."

"Are too."

"Are no—I see what you're doing."

"I didn't think Nietzscheans gave up so easily. Don't you guys always have to win?" Beka looked at him suspiciously before her eyes widened and she sat up quickly. "You're planning something!"

Rhade groaned as he tried not to fall over in frustration. More accusations, just what he needed.

"You are the most paranoid woman that I've ever met in my life. I'm not planning anything Beka."

"Bet you are."

"Bet I'm not."

"Bet you are."

"I'm not planning."

"Secret plans."

"I don't have secret plans."

"Do too."

"I think we need to get out of this elevator before you have a nervous breakdown."

"I'm not going to have a nervous breakdown Rhade, I just want to know what you're going to do."

"I'm not doing anything."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm—you know what? Fine I am going to do something." This ought to shut her up.

"Aha! I knew"

Beka sat there in shock. She couldn't blink, she couldn't move. Her breathing had got caught in her throat when Rhade had pressed his lips hard against hers. It took her brain a few moments to actually process what the hell was going on.

He was kissing her.


Kissing her.

And…wow…where did he learn to do that with his tongue? Beka couldn't stop herself from relaxing against him and returning the kiss.

Her relationships had sucked before, and whatever this thing with Rhade turned out to be she found herself sending a silent prayer for this time to be different.

Breaking the kiss they were both breathing hard, Beka ran a hand over his cheek as their foreheads leaned against each others.

"Secret plans?" asked a breathless Beka.

"The most secretive…"

He kissed her again and somewhere along the way Beka found herself sitting comfortably in his lap, still attached to his lips. They were both so absorbed in each other that neither noticed when the elevator doors finally slid open and then closed once more.


Rommie watched as Harper unplugged his dataport and looked at her triumphantly.

"Told you I could do it."


"I think someone owes me money."

"It wasn't a bet Harper, all I said was that you couldn't make Beka and Rhade get along."

"You saw them just now didn't you? Don't make me reopen those doors. I mean that. Don't make me."

"It wasn't a bet," said Rommie crossing her arms.

"It sounded like a bet."

"Well it wasn't."

"Then why'd you hang around to see if they'd stop fighting?"

He watched her shift awkwardly. "Well…"

"Beka said something to you didn't she?"

"Of course not!"

"Ha! I knew it! I knew the boss had a thing for Rhade. Why I'll never know, but hey, he's better than what she usually picks up."

"I'd have to agree there."

"And to thank me, the two of them can name their first born son after me in honour of this moment."

Rommie sighed. "Oh Harper…"

"Or if it's a girl they can call her 'Zelazny'…"




A/N: Ta da! Yes I finally finished this! For those who wanted to see Rhade's family, maybe I'll do a future fic like that someday. shrug
Thanks for the reviews!

Snupi3: I almost didn't recognize your name spelling; And then the lightbulb lit up. And I don't think I put this fic on the forum, just Bacic Words. Speaking of which I have to send a new B/Rh shipment over I'm thinking:D

Athena13: Is this enough to resuscitate you?

Donna Lynn: Yes longer is always better, I started chapter 3 and it just kept getting longer and longer all on its own;)

Fox of the Nova: Ah the Monogamous Majorum. It was an idea that's been bouncing out there a few times and I thought I'd incorporate it into my world as well.

Jamieson Z: My first thoughts on the story's plot were kinda R-rated I'll admit that;)

eris: Yes, chicken and panty hose. I still don't know what they did with them though.

Maglenan Songbird: Beka settling down...for Rhade who wouldn't?