A/N: I don't own Andromeda or any of it's characters. Wouldn't mind owning Harper and Rhade though. Anyway. this is sort my take on what I thought Harper might've been thinking about Trance-the good, the bad and the sad-during Moonlight Becomes You and about his life before and after the crew came to Seefra.
I also don't own Mr. Brightside by The Killers. This may not be that good, but I gave it my best shot.
Coming out of my cage And I've been doing just fine Gotta gotta be down Because I want it all
Three years I was stuck in this stinking hellhole. Three years and I was just fine. Fine! I didn't need them. Any of them, not even you, Trance. Not even you. I had everything going for me. The Pheromone plan was going pretty good, I had Marika right where I wanted her, I created Doyle and Gogol-my very own faithful creations. I was doing great! I was gonna be filthy rich! I would've had more than that messily 84, 000 Thrones that stinking rat face owed me. I would've had enough money to get the proper parts to get Rommie back, or near enough to the proper parts. Okay, maybe I wasn't doing great but well enough. Sure, I lost Rommie and Gogol didn't make it, but that was better for him in the end. And maybe I almost lost Doyle when that dirty bastard, Argent, came around but she forgave me...eventually.
It started out with a kiss How did it end up like this? It was only a kiss It was only a kiss
Then they had to come in and ruin everything. But...it was great to see Trance again. My sparkly golden space alien. Didn't realize how much I missed her until I saw her again. But Trance, she was the worst part of this whole place. We couldn't talk like we used to, not with her forgetting my name every five minutes. I had a great idea to get her memory back, too. Great idea! But then Ione had to come around and had to be her "soulmate." I'm just glad he's gone. I bet they had a good-bye kiss. Ugh!
Now I'm falling asleep And she's calling a cab While he's having a smoke And she's taking the drag
Sure, he's an Avatar but so great about that? Sure, he can tesseract to alternate planes of reality. Sure, he and her are kinda, sorta "magnetically" connected and, sure, he'll basically live forever but I am a genius. You don't see many of those in the midstof this little armpit in thisforgotten corner of the universe. I've got brains over immortality, baby! But as my beautiful mind is probably being historically preserved in a jar somewhere in the, hopefully, very distant future, he'll still be young-in the prime of his life. Damn that black and white skinned circus freak.
Now they're going to bed And my stomach is sick And it's all in my head
Okay, I admit it! I've got my faults! But we all do! Rhade's too drunk to string two words together half the time, Beka's too busy being hard-assed about the whole thing, Doyle likes to pretend nothing ever bothers her, Dylan's just...trying to be brave, I guess, and me…you know me, I mean, I'm always scared, why would I start denying it now? Maybe that's why Trance and I never went past that kiss in Med Bay? Or maybe it was the fact that I had Magog larvae in my gut and we were best friends? But that kiss...even if it was on my cheek, it was the best kiss of my life.
But she's touching his chest now He takes off her dress now Let me go
She was so sweet and innocent, then her future golden self came and changed all that. I hated her, she wasn't Trance. She never would be and nothing would be the same between us ever again. After a while though, we became friends, not as close, but close enough. She trusted me and I trusted her, that was enough. But, here and now, she was back to being innocent again and more vulnerable than I'd ever seen her. Piece by piece things came back to her, but not enough. Dammit! That was all I could say when Ione showed up and she suddenly remembered everything. Everything! From this life and the last and the one before that, if that even makes sense! I felt so dumb and useless. I couldn't help her at all. All I could do was get trapped in a sack and have Doyle threaten me. Just the thought of Trance and him together was enough to make me want to use that stupid sack as a sick bag. What with all the history and the kissing and the touching and the...I can't take this anymore, I gotta stop.
I just can't look It's killing me And taking control
I can't believe this. I can't believe her. I mean, it's Trance for crying out loud! How could she have a lover? A lover for all eternity? A Moon Avatar, nonetheless. A Moon Avatar. I could be a Moon Avatar. Okay, I couldn't, but still! She's smarter than that. She's too good for him. What is wrong with me? Why am I thinking like this? Am I sick? No, I don't feel sick. Maybe I'm drunk. No, no, can't be. That's Rhade's job, mine is just to give him that "gentle push." If I'm not sick or drunk, why am I mad about Trance and Ione? What could it be? Could it be...
Jealousy Turning saints into the sea Turning through sick lullabies Choking on your alibies
We only spent a few months together on the Maru before Beka came across Gerentex, but those were the best months of my life. All the talking and joking, her little chain reactions and being our lucky charm. Even now, I remember asking her about her home world and what her name really was in her language. Ha, she'd tell me it would be too hard for me to say and go about her business. Trimming her plants or talking with Rev most likely. What a crock! And I was dumb enough to believe her.
But it's just the price I pay Destiny is calling me Open up my eager eyes Cause I'm Mr. Brightside
Now I'm a bartender who constantly has to replace the ceiling and furniture. I guess this is my punishment for not acting sooner. Maybe if I'd told Trance how I really felt about her after that kiss, she would've stayed. Maybe we wouldn't have ended up here. But if we did, maybe she would've blown off Ione. A slim chance granted, but her with her all seeing probabilities, maybe I had a good chance. Now that's just the optimisim kicking in. Where the hell was that when I landed in this lovely hole? Oh, I know! On the other side of the Route of Ages, frying in a pit with a bunch of dead Magog and my corpse, or so I thought! Whose to thank for that? Trance. My glorious Trance. She saves my life, all our lives, and all we can do is bitch and moan about it because the spot she chose is less than perfect. Okay, let's be honest, it's rotten to the core. So much so, that all I could do was start farming Vedrans and go back to stealing. That was a nightmare that I couldn't seem to wake up from. Farely good money, but a nightmare. Gee, ain't life grand?
Just to let you know,one more chapter on this. Same song, but it was so long, I didn't want to put it all on one page and torture you. The next one should be up soon.