Pairings: Trance/Dylan, Rhade/Gillian
A/N: Takes places several months after the Series Finale. The Abyss, Worldship and Neitzians have all been defeated. The story begins at a Reception the Commonwealth is holding to celebrate. Doyle stayed on Terazed, and is no longer with the Andromeda.
PS: I've created a new Yahoo Group for us Dylan/Trance shippers! I'm thinking we can post fan fic there, or just discuss or favorite Dylan/Trance scenes and episodes. . . .Thanks to Frosted Gem for letting me know the URL didn't come through the first time I posted this. For some reason the URL isn't uploading correctly on this story, so I'll just add it on my Author Profile Page. Sorry for the trouble. . . .
Dylan's eyes went wide as Trance walked into the reception. She wore a cream colored silk gown, and looked stunning. Finally dragging his eyes away from her he looked around and saw that he was far from the only man who'd noticed her.
When he looked back at her, she smiled and he returned her smile as he walked towards her. Rhade, standing beside his wife, noticed Dylan's moth-to-a-flame movement and smiled. He'd wondered how long it would take Dylan to open his eyes and notice Trance as more than a crew mate and friend.
Gillian noticed her husband's distraction, and followed his gaze. "They make a lovely couple," she noted in soft tone only her husband would hear.
"Yes, they do," he agreed, smiling at her. Without conscious thought, but rather an instinctive movement, he leaned in and kissed her.
"Dylan," Trance greeted, when he got to her.
Hearing the music start Dylan grinned. "Shall we dance?"
Trance also grinned, remembering when they'd danced to Harpers music on the Andromeda. "I'd love to."
Rommie smiled as she saw Dylan and Trance dancing. Not far away Rhade was dancing with his wife. And one of the diplomats had apparently captured Beka's attention, since they stood near a window talking quietly. Not surprisingly, Harper was flirting with one of the many beautiful women at the reception. All was well, she decided.
"It's been a long time since we've done this," Trance said.
"Yes, it has," Dylan agreed, remembering dancing with her to Harpers music years before. "We'll have to do it more often."
"I'd like that," she agreed.
"Have I mentioned that you look beautiful tonight?"
"Thank you, Dylan. And you look very nice yourself," she said. He did look good in his dress uniform, so she wasn't lying, but she actually preferred it when he wore more casual clothing.
"I hadn't realized the reception was going to be this big," Dylan noted, looking at all the people in the room.
"There's a lot to celebrate. We've defeated the Abyss, the Worldship, and the Nietzians," Trance reminded him.
"I just wonder how long this peace will last."
"Dylan, don't waste this time worrying about the next crisis," Trace advised.
"You're right," Dylan admitted, smiling down at her. "I just want to be ready."
"You will be. We will be," she corrected.
"Good enough for me," Dylan said. He trusted Trance. If she said they'd be ready, they would be.
After the dance Rhade and Gillian joined Dylan and Trance.
After the greetings Gillian looked at Dylan.
"There's something I've wanted to speak with you about. I would like to join Rhade on the Andromeda, as would our children. The Andromeda is clearly his home now, and that means it is where his family should be."
"I'd planned to speak to you about it in private, Dylan," Rhade said. It was something he and Gillian had discussed, but he'd planned to wait until the next day to talk with Dylan.
"I think it's a great idea. There are plenty of empty crew quarters for you to choose from," Dylan said.
"Thank you, Dylan," Gillian said, giving him a grateful smile.
A few minutes later Rhade and Gillian left to go home and see their children. Since returning hade had made it a point to tell his children good night whenever possible.
Trance looked up at Dylan, a happy smile lighting her face. "I think this is going to lead to a very happy future for them."
"That's good to hear," he said, returning her smile.
Several feet away Beka and Harper stood by the refreshment table. "They sure look cozy," Harper noted, nodding toward Trance and Dylan.
"They've always been close," Beka said with a shrug.
"Yeah, you're right," agreed Harper. But he kept watching as the couple quietly talked. There was just something. . . a connection. Beka was right, they'd always been close, but since they returned to the Commonwealth, and Trance got her memory back, it seemed liked they were getting even closer. Even more connected. And before their little detour to Seefa he wouldn't have thought that was possible.
"Are you going back to the Andromeda?" Trance asked Dylan a few hours later as they left the Reception.
The trip to Andromeda was mostly silent, but comfortable, as was the trip through Andromeda's corridors.
"Good night, Trance," Dylan said once they were outside her quarters, his were a bit further down the corridor.
"Good night, Dylan. Sleep well."
"You too," he said, before leaning down to kiss her cheek.
Trance waked into her quarters with a slightly bemused expression. It was hardly the first time Dylan had kissed her cheek, but after spending much of the evening dancing together it somehow felt as if it meant something more.
Dylan had the same bemused look on his face as he walked to his quarters. He honestly couldn't have said why he'd kissed her. Not that he hadn't kissed her cheek before, but. . . tonight had been a breath away from kissing her lips instead. He couldn't help but wonder what her reaction would have been if he had.