Author's Note: This is only my second attempt at Andromeda fanfiction, and my first ever fic heavily involving a made-up character. I only started it because I got smacked with Writer's Block on my other fic and this idea was screaming for me to start. Please don't kill me. Let me know how I'm doing in my reviews, I promise I'll listen to you.

TITLE: The Teacher, The Student
AUTHOR: LadyBianca
RATING: PG-13
SPOILERS: Anything up to Season 4, plus possible Trance spoilers through Season 5.
DISCLAIMER: No profits have been made, nor money exchanged. The only character I thought of myself is Calliope, and I didn't even make up her name. I'm inventing a lot of details about Trance as well, since they leave so much up to the imagination.
ARCHIVE: You're welcome to archive, as long as you let me know that you have.
SUMMARY: The crew of the Andromeda, and especially Trance, find more than they have bargained for when they take a mysterious young woman onboard.

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"Come to the edge
He said.
They said: We are afraid.
Come to the edge
He said.
They came.
He pushed them,
and they flew..."

-Guillaume Apollinaire
20th Century Earth Poet

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"Captain, I'm picking up a small vessel. It appears to be on an intercept course. It is broadcasting a generic distress signal."
The upper half of the avatar of the Andromeda Ascendant appears on the monitor in front of Dylan. The viewscreen then splits to show a representation of the Andromeda, and another small dot to represent the other vessel, a short distance away.

"Can you tell me where it came from, Andromeda?" Dylan slides out of his seat and approaches the screen.

"Just what I wanted for today." Beka mutters, from her seat behind him. "More adventure." As she leans back in her chair, Dylan turns his head, giving her a look. Beka's face immediately assumes an expression of innocence. "What?" She asks, raising her hands in a mock defense.

Dylan opens his mouth to reply, but as soon as he draws breath, the voice of the Andromeda cuts him off. "I cannot discern its origin."

"There is one life sign aboard." Trance breaks in, softly.

Dylan's hands move to his hips. A small smile forms on his lips as he looks back at Beka. "Let's bring her in."

"Dylan," A note of urgency in Trance's voice brings Dylan's attention to her. "The life sign is erratic. I think they're... dying." Dylan is struck by the feeling in the young woman's eyes. His most mysterious crewmember always seemed to be the most empathetic, as well.

"All the more reason for us to hurry, Trance." He replies, as the crew busies themselves with bringing the small ship into the dock.

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Everything hurts.

The petite, redheaded girl slumps into the chair, tapping a sequence of codes into the control panel. The command deck is small, and very utilitarian. The deck is a pale grey, and the bulkheads are a slightly lighter shade. The overhead is the same colour as the bulkheads, but it also has a darker grey speckled over it. The girl looks up at the overhead. Usually, it is something she finds quite beautiful, but right now it is only making her nauseous. She pushes a sweaty lock of hair from her face as she hears the beep of the ship's computer, acknowledging that her distress sequence is being repeated.

"Please, come on..." She mutters, scanning her viewscreen for any sign of the help she desperately needs. She leans her head into the backrest of the chair, closing her eyes. A low buzzing starts up in her ears. "Please... please..." She repeats her appeal until it merely sounds like gibberish. Finally, the computer signals her with a beep, and she opes her eyes. The viewscreen wavers in and out of her vision, but she can still make out what is shown upon it.

"A ship." She breathes, and a tiny smile manages to steal onto her lips as the world around her goes dark.

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As soon as Andromeda can assure them that there is only one life sign, and that the life sign is quite incapacitated, Dylan, Trance and Rommie board the tiny ship.

"This is little more than an escape pod, really." Rommie mutters, as the trio enter the rear of the ship. What appears to be a tiny storage area is completely empty.

"Please, Dylan, we have to hurry." Trance implores, moving to the doorway. The captain had advised caution, but the golden woman is brimming with impatience.

As she steps through the doorway onto the main deck, she spies the girl slumped on the ground in front of the command chair. She quickly moves to the girl's side and feels around her neck. "Her pulse is thready and erratic." She looks behind her, where Rommie and Dylan are standing. "We need to get her to Med Deck."

As Dylan steps closer, glancing around the meager command area, the girl stirs slightly. "She can't be more than seventeen. Where did she come from? We should send a message out, see if we can find her homeworld." Before he even finishes the sentence, the girl's eyes open, wide.

"No!" The girl chokes out, hoarsely. "Don't tell anyone I'm here. I have no home." Breathing heavily, eyes wild, the girl looks at the two gathered around her for a moment. Then, as if the effort was too much, her form goes limp as she lapses into unconsciousness.

"Dylan," Rommie's voice calls from over at the command console. "There is absolutely nothing in this ship's database. No logs, no history. No information at all."

Dylan straightens up, and his gaze moves from Rommie to Trance, who is still kneeling beside the crumpled form of the young woman. "A mysterious girl with no past and no home. Sounds like it's right up your alley, Trance."

Trance merely looks back at him with one of her inscrutable expressions. "Med deck." She says, simply.