Let It Be
Author's Note: Okay, somehow all the cliches in the galaxy managed to work their
way in here, but hey, I'm too tired to fix them. And this is has demanded that
some Beka/Tyr must be written in somewhere.... Sorry this hasn't been updated
lately, but real life is worse than hell right now...Please read and review, and
tell me what's wrong if ya can!
Oh, and a big thank you to Raven, first
for telling me something wrong! And then for giving me such a wonderful and
amazing review...really, it's people like you who make me want to keep writing.
So a huge thank you, which can never be enough, but thank you anyway! And hugs
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peoples!
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Chapter
13:
The room was silent. All Beka could hear was Andy's labored
breathing, and even that was gradually fading away to more even, quiet breaths.
She supposed that was a good thing, but even so, the silence in the room was far
too loud.
"Her fever's down to 100 degrees farenheit," Trance said
suddenly, making Beka jump and release a breath she hadn't known she was
holding.
"That's good?" Beka asked tentatively.
"That's better,"
the Purple One clarified. "It looks like it's going to come down further, and
she's showing no signs of an allergic reaction. The drug worked."
"Thank
goodness," Harper said with a sigh of relief, although they weren't quite out of
the woods yet.
Andy's eyes fluttered open, more coherent than they had
been since she had closed them to enter into the Andromeda's matrix. "Where am
I?" she murmured tiredly.
"You're on Med Deck," Harper told her quietly,
gently, brushing her hair back from her face. He was far too calm. "There was
some trouble with the baby, do you remember?"
"A little. Is the baby
okay?" Andy asked worriedly.
As Harper reassured her, and they talked in
hushed voices and the situation was explained, Beka couldn't go over there and
join in the conversation, no matter how much she wanted to. The Med Deck was
beginning to feel constricted.
"Beka?" Trance touched her hand, but Beka
barely felt it. "Are you all right? You look a little pale."
"I-I need to
get out of this room," Beka mumbled, then jumped up and practically ran out, not
hearing Andy cry her name.
Once she had cleared the door and it had shut
firmly behind her, Beka did run, as fast as she could, to the workout room.
Andromeda's concerned inquiries fell on deaf ears. The workout room was empty.
She proceeded to try and kill the punching bag. Left right right right left kick
right right kick left left right left don't think.
An indeterminable
amount of time later, the door opened, and a tall figure entered the room. It
was ignored. When the figure touched Beka's shoulder, she whirled on it and
fought as hard as she could. Her arms were pinned firmly to her side by two dark
arms which encircled her body. She fought for heartbeats longer, then gave up
and went limp. Gasping and not really paying attention to much, she felt herself
being lowered to the floor, still enclosed in those arms.
"Breathe,
Rebecca," a calm voice advised, and she did just that.
When she no longer
felt like she was going to pass out from lack of air, and realized that she had
probably made a fool of herself, and finally opened her eyes to see who she was
lying on, her look of surprise must have been apparent, for Tyr Anasazi out of
Victoria by Barbarossa felt the need to explain himself.
"The ship told
me you were attempting to hurt yourself, and as I am currently the only one who
has the ability to contain you...here I am," he said awkwardly. Beka noted that
he still didn't release her.
"Hi Tyr," she said, in a voice that was too
calm and far too controlled. "Guess I just lost all that non-existent respect
you had for me." She didn't move away from him.
"Rebecca..." He shook his
head and didn't comment. He was right; it didn't deserve a comment and she
shouldn't have said it. "Would you like to tell me why you attacked the punching
bag?"
"It started it."
"Rebecca."
"No one here by that
name."
"Beka."
"That would be me."
He started to stroke her
hair and, in a gentle voice that she never expected, said, "Beka, the reason you
acted that way is important to me. You are an essential part of the crew, and
your emotional well-being is currently a matter of concern. I will listen to
anything you have to tell me, or, if you like, I will find someone else for you
to talk to."
If he hadn't been stroking her hair, she might have stayed
strong and tough, and refrained from talking to him. But once he did that, and
she started talking, she couldn't stop.
She told him about Andy. How much
she loved Andy, how much it had irrationally hurt when Andy had fallen in love
with Harper behind her back and then how it had hurt more when Beka realized
that she had been the only one wrong when she pushed Andy away. How she had gone
through her life in pain and her nights in nightmares thinking about what could
have happened to Andy and playing what if with herself, and deciding time after
time to go find Andy only to stop just before entering slipstream because she
knew with absolute certainty that Andy wouldn't want to see her or talk to her.
What it had been like to see Andy again, to touch her, to hug her and assure
herself that Andy was all right, that Rafe hadn't killed her even though he'd
tried. What it had been like to see the joy on Andy's face when she had been
given the okay to marry Harper. What it had been like to receive the news that
Andy was pregnant, and listening to Andy and Harper plan everything. And
finally, what it had been like to feel that castle of joy come tumbling down
when the whole mess had started.
Tyr listened, did not judge, said
nothing, and continued holding Beka when she started to cry.
When she had
quieted, he whispered into her ear, "You are not weak, Rebecca. You are quite
possibly the strongest female I have had the privilege to meet, and this only
makes you stronger. You have weathered the situation. Now go speak to your
cousin."
She was helped up, and she washed her face. Head held high and
fists clenched tightly at her side, she marched impassively to Med Deck. She
gently took Andy's hand in hers, not noticing the exit of Trance and Harper, and
said,
"So, Andy sweetie, how are you feeling?"