Pairing: Dylan/Harper, implied Beka/Trance
Timeline: Season 1/2
A/N: I'm not sure if I got the voice on this right, but I took a shot. It's my first real attempt at slash, at least that I've bothered posting. The rest were way worse.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I play with other people's toys.
Catching Harper off-guard was easier than she'd expected. He'd been in the machine shop, whistling some obscure Earth tune and dancing almost obscenely around the table that held his latest project.
"Alright. Spill." Harper jumped about two feet in the air. Blinking, he gave Beka about the closest thing to an innocent look she'd ever seen from him. She almost believed he didn't know what she meant
"I don't know what you're talking about." Almost.
"Sure you don't. That's why when Dylan's late on the bridge, you're five minutes later." Harper blushed, ducked his head and turned back to whatever he was building. "Ah-ha! I knew it!" She grinned and leaned against the wall. "So, spill it."
"A gentleman never tells." Beka snorted.
"Which would be a problem, if I'd asked Dylan. But I asked you."
"What? Are you implying I'm not a gentleman?"
"Hey!" Turning to face her, he gave his old captain his dopiest grin. "Okay, so what? Does that mean I have to tell you everything about my personal life?" Harper sat on the table, somehow managing not to sit on any of the various tools or parts scattered across it.
"No. The fact that you're you means you have to tell me everything about your personal life." Suddenly, Beka frowned. "What's with the secrecy, anyways?" she asked, slipping into protective mode.
"We weren't sure how you guys would react." Offended, she stared at him. "Not you. Tyr, Rommie and Rev. You and Trance were pretty much a sure thing." He smirked as Beka did an impression of a fish. "We didn't want to cause a thing." Harper paused and gave her a funny look, "How'd you know, anyhow?"
"Let's just say that when the two of you are late, it's usually pretty obvious why you're late. Plus, you've stopped hitting on me and Trance and you only call Rommie by those awful nicknames when we've just beat fate."
"Were we really that obvious?" Embarrassed, he started playing with one of his tools, not meeting her eyes.
"Nah. I think Tyr is still blissfully ignorant. But there's no way Rommie doesn't know and I'm pretty sure Rev Bem is just waiting for you to tell him." Sighing, she walked over and sat beside her engineer. Then, immediately, she winced and stood back up, tossed some tiny, pointed piece of metal across the room, and made sure there were no other offending bits before sitting down again. Beka pretended to scowl at him as he let out a small laugh. "You weren't that bad. But it's a small ship."
She got another weird look from Harper. "Okay, it's a huge ship with a small crew. And I'm willing to bet the Maru that you two forgot to engage Privacy Mode more than a couple of times." She gave him a small smile. "Besides, I think it's cute. You're both so happy all the time." Pausing, she put her arm around him. "Now, about those details..."
"Oh, no. No way. He'd kill me. And not in that fun way."
"Fun way?" Harper blushed again.
"Fine. Just let me ask you one thing." She gave him a wicked grin. "Does he live up to all those Force Lance jokes?" He returned the look.