Dead Men Don't Cry

A/N: Harper's POV - again! hehe. Review, review, review... please! =)

Chapter 4 - What You Leave Behind


Ha. Ha. Ha.

We showed him, didn't we?

Wow. Never knew that it would feel so damn good to show that bastard what we're made of... not that I ever got to give him a black eye like I was planing, but oh well.

And here we are, the crew of the Andromeda, minus one Dylan Hunt, walking down the corrider and feeling *really* good, and being completely in control, except that we're not... I mean, Dylan's still on the bridge, probably really pissed off right now, and I know one person who is definately on his bad side right now. Me. Uh oh. We just walked off the bridge and we don't have a plan? Maybe Beka will have a plan, sure, she always has a plan.

"Uhmm... we have a plan, right?"

"Nope."

Oh crap.

"I was afraid you were gonna say that..."

"Well, now's just as good a time as any... Tyr! What's our plan?"

I look back at Tyr, and know from his almost invisible grin that we're thinking the same exact thing.

"Gut him, stuff him with explosives, shoot him out the canon and watch the fireworks," he suggests.

"Yeah, but lets save his head for a trophey, k?"

"If you insist..."

Beka looks at us with her 'god help us' look and shakes her head. Rommie looks like she's about to smack me and do something much worse to Tyr.

"Uhm... No. Plan B, anyone?"

Trance, her old perky, yet still not purple self comes up with a more plausable but less fun suggestion.

"I think Dylan needs a vacation."

"Yeah! Kick him off the ship!" Works for me. The less Dylan the better.

"Sounds do-able," Beka approves.

"No one is kicking anyone off this ship!"

Ahhh.... There's Rommie. Was wondering where her voice went to. She walks right in front of me and turns to face everyone, stopping us in our tracks.

"Oh yeah, we're all going to be one big happy family..."

"Harper has a point. We can't exactly co-exist with him any longer. He's crossed the line on more than one occasion."

"I think you're all overreacting."

"And I think you're in denile."

"Stay out of this, Tyr."

Whoa. Angry android. Not good. Especially when said android is part of the biggest baddest warship around.

"Maybe we should all just calm down and-"

"Shut up, Harper."

Well, there's something Rommie and Beka actually agree on. Too bad it's me and my big mouth.

"He has a point. Fighting amongst ourselves will do little good."

Points. I seem to be having a lot of those lately. Unfortunately that's sorta a rare occurance. Whatever. They just don't appriaciate my genuis.

Hey! Did Tyr just defend me - again? Wow. Not bad. I could actually get used to this. Let's see... scorecard says: Universe - a tril Sea Seamus Harper - zero. Ha! I finally broke even! Right on, Harper!

"Beka's right, Rommie. Something bad's going on with Dylan, something no one here can fix."

Good girl, Trance. You can get everyone nice and reasonable again. Rommie already looks a lot less angry, but now she's starting to loolot lot more sad. That's not good, but it is far less lethal than angry super strong android.

"Fine. What exactly do you suggest we do? Dump him on some back water planet? I don't think so. This is his ship. You are vistors-"

"Nah, we're the crew. We're *your* crew, Rommie. Maybe if you took a few minutes off from worshiping Dylan you would realize that."

Oh. Crap. I can see my headstone now. Seamus Harper - Killed at the hands of an angry A.I.

Weird, she's not getting angry... Maybe I had one of those, whatchacallem... points again! Once again I get to be my own cheering squad again.

"You may be my crew, but he's still my captain. You forget, he's been my captain long before any of you were even born. I can't just leave him somewhere."

Awww... come on Harper, you're almost making the android cry... Hey, nice job, you bully.

"She's right. We can't expect him to leave his own ship, at least not willingly."

"We could make him leave unwillingly..."

"No."

Another thing the girls seem to agree on - Tyr.

"He's your captain too," Rommie reminds him.

"Is he?"

"You have an obligation tlp hlp him."

"I have an obligation to help myself."

"As you have, on several occasions."

Either that came out wrong or she's referring to... eww. bad brain, stop it. Don't want the visual. Yeah, think Tyr got that little bit of insinuation too. He doesn't look too happy. Hmm. Big angry Nietzschean vs. Somewhat smaller but stronger Android. Who to put the money on... Decisions, decisions.

Thank God for Trance. She's intervening, once again. Places herself right between the two of them. That's courage for you. Oh wait, I'm right between the two of them too. Holy shit. Time to relocate. Not that I don't have faith in the peacemaking abilities of Trance, but better safe than sorry.

I move over next to Beka, alright, behind her actually. That's the traditional stance of 'Not here, not involved, leave me out of it'. Not that I wouldn't side with Tyr, if I were, oh, maybe a few feet taller and had about 20% more muscle. I'm a thinking man, a working man, not a fighting man, and I have the body to prove it. Used to be a fighting boy, but that was a long time ago. I'd rather not go back to that.

"Both of you stop it. As Tyr said 'fighting each other will do no good'. We all just need to sit down and figure this out."

"With Dylan?" I ask, really hoping that's not what she meant.

"Without Dylan."

"Ok, great! Sit down where, though? We are standing in the middle of a corridor, you realize."

"Yeah, that's because we were walking somewhere before Tyr and Rommie starting debating the finer points of... something. Anyways, let's go."

"Yes, let's," agrees Tyr.

"Where?" Simple enough question.

"The Maru," says Beka at the same time Tyr says "Security Closet 5"

And two entirely different not so simple answers.

"Typical," Rommie says as she shakes her head. Typical what? Does she mean the difference of opinion, or something else?

"What's in Security Closet 5?"

My thoughts exactly, Boss.

"Yeah, I wanna know too," I back her up. So what if I sound like a whining little two year old.

"My... belongings," he answers. Liar. Not sure what he's lying about just yet, but I'm pretty sure he's lying.

Rommie snorts.

Oh yeah, he's lying. But how come she knows the big secret? I want to know the big secret!

"You can get new ones," Beka states simply, but she has that look in her eye. She's testing him.

"It's hard to *get new ones* of these..." He looks a lot like he's about to laugh. Shit, wish I knew what was so funny.

"Yeah, especially when they're bon bones of a man that's been dead as long as he has."

"Bones? You have bones of a dead man in a security closet?"

"Oh, not just any bones, Beka. Tyr's been hiding the bones of Drago Museveni himself."

Wait, is she talking about *the* Drago? The guy all the Nietzscheans pretty much worship?

"You have the bones of Drago Museveni." Beka's jaw just dropped farther than I've ever seen it drop before.

"Ah... So that's the reason that the Drago Kazov stopped sending us christmas cards," I theorize, happy to finally know the big secret, even if it isn't such a big secret after all.

"Not exactly. Dylan was the primary reason... The body of Drago Museveni is a side issue."

"A side issue? Somehow I imagine it might be a bit more important than that."

"Perhaps. No matter, though. I'm still planning on retrieving them."

"Oh, and what exactly are you planning on doing with them then?"

"Well, it seems likely that we are leaving, since the Captain will not, and I intend to bring it with me. Surely you do not expect me to leave them in the hands of a mad man?"

Uh oh. Bad move Tyr. Piss the android off some more by dissing her captain, why don't ya?

"Bring them with you? I hope you don't mean bring them on my ship, because I do not intend to become target practise for the Drego Kazov."

Beka walks away, probably towards the Maru. Right now I'm more concerning with how many pieces our little crew is gonna break into by the time this whole big mess is over. Quick, Tyr, say something before she walks off! I don't wanna have to choose between the two of you, and I really don't wanna she you get stuck here with Dylan.

"No Nietzschean would dare fire upon a ship holding the remains of Drego veniveni. Harper was somewhat incorrect in his assumption that we are being targeted because I possess the only way of varifying his reincarnation. Rather, we are alive because of that fact. So, would like a fool prove way of insuring your own survival and that of your ships, or shall we stand here and quibble over insignifcant matters of the past?"

And Tyr saves the day. Hooray! Beka's stopped... she's turning around... and yes! She's changing her mind. I can tell by that look in her eye. She's actually considering what he said. For once I'm really glad to be 'somewhat incorrect'.

"And how do I know that you and the corpse won't just disappear and leave the rest of us to take the fall?" She's acting sceptical, but I know that she's just covering all her bases. It's a good question though, I mean, I wouldn't really put it past Tyr to just pack up and leave one day, even though I really want to trust him not to. I sorta hope that big emotional scene in the med lab counted for something other than me making a total fool of myself. Yeah, that's something I really don't want to think about right now. Or ever. Things were getting seriously weird in there, and I know it would have ended really badly, had things gotten any weirder. But I can't help but wonder...

"I don't think you have to worry about Tyr leaving." Trance has this really big smile on her face, and she and Tyr are sharing this look. Huh, wonder what thats all about. Beka's wondering too - she's looking at Trance like she's about to say something, but Trance cuts her off.

"Trust me."

For some reason I really want to. So does Beka apparently, but probably for very different reasons.

"Fine. Welcome aboard. Now, go fetch your corpse."

"Wait a minute. You can't just leave!"

Does this mean Rommie's not coming? Yeah, I guess I knew she wouldn't, but I still hoped... I do too much of that. Hope I mean. It always ends up biting me in the ass. This time will be no exception.

"Rommie, we have to. I think I speak for all of us when I say that we are tired of being used and controled and manipulated. He has issues, that's fine, let him deal with them by himself. We're outta here."

"He has more than issues. There is something seriously wrong with him. He needs help, Beka."

"Help we can't provide. I'm sorry. I really am."

She starts to walk off again, even though she knows Rommie won't give up. The rest of us are just stag heg here watching, wondering how all of this could possibly be resolved. I really feel like asking Trance about that 'perfect possibility' thing one more time. Wish I knew there was one for this.

"You can't just abandon him! You're his friend, Beka."

"Yeah, I'm Dylan's friend, not the friend of what he's become. Two different people, Rommie. He's not your Captain anymore."

"No, but I know that somewhere inside of him the old Dylan is still there. How can you just give up on him so quickly?"

I look over at Trance, and she doesn't seem to hopeful. No happy ending for this story, I'm guessing. You know who would be real great to have around right now? Rev. He would know exactly what to do. He always did. God, do I wish Rev was here.

Everyone's stopped arguing. Great, wonder what caused that? Haven't been paying attention for the last few rounds of Lovesick Robot vs. Jaded Freighter Captain. Wait. Everyone's looking at me. Why is everyone staring at me... Oh wait. Did I say something outloud? Oh crap. I don't remember what I was thinking, but it must have been pretty bad because they are *still* staring at me.

Or pretty good.

"Harper, you're a genuis."

"Well, yeah."

And it took her that long to notice? I created her, didn't I? Didn't get any 'Harper, you're a genuis,' back then, though.

"That's it. Rev. He could help Dylan."

"I don't know, Rommie..."

Rommie seems to have given up the noble cause of talking Beka into things, and instead turns to Trance.

"He could help Dylan, couldn't he? Between the two of you, at least you should be able to think of something."

"Maybe, but we don't even know what's wrong with Dylan..."

"Exactly. Think of all that Rev could have learned since he'ft. ft. If he doesn't know what's wrong with Dylan, then he would probably know of someone who would."

"Yeah, but like how far away is he? And we have no idea where he is in the first place..."

Someone's gotta think of these things.

"That's why you are going to go find him."

"What?"

"I'm against this," Tyr voices.

"Well of coarse you are. You hate Dylan."

Ahhh and the verbal sparring of the android and Nietzschean resumes...

"True, but it doesn't make my opinion count for any less than anyone elses."

"Yeah, especially since this isn't exactly the Dylan appreciation club."

"Harper."

"Don't sound so surprised. Dylan never did me any favors."

"Didn't he? He took you aboard, gave you work, a purpose, food, shelter..."

Rommie has a point. I hate to admit it, but it's true.

"Alright, alright. He used to be an ok guy. And yeah, he did some nice stuff. But he did some pretty crappy stuff to-"

"I know. I had to watcemememember?"

Damn. She sounds really hurt. I'm starting to feel really bad about this whole thing. I mean, if Dylan wasn't so bad I actually might go and apologize. I mean, I don't want Rommie to be in any more pain than she already is... and I'm gonna miss this place. It has suddenly become pretty apparant to me that we're actually gonna leave and I admit it, I like it here, when Dylan isn't screwing us over, or bossing us around, or hurting my friends. Yes, Tyr is my friend, or rather I try to be his friend, and he does slightly more than tolorate me. But Beka is like my best friend. I mean she's been there for me forever it seems, and I still remember how Dylan had the droids remove parts of the engine of the maru so that she couldn't leave, back when she wanted to go and do business with some odd person on some planet too insignificant for me to remember. It was all because it didn't coincide with Dylan's agenda, because he thought he needed her on the ship and she didn't. No one messes with her ship, and I mean, she trusted him. We all trusted him and in some way he fucked it up. Like that time he held Trance in one of those holding cell things because weird stuff was happening on the ship, and she was who he decided to point his finger at. That was way out of line. I know she came back... different and all, but he didn't have to like interagate her. That's why we can't stay here. Because we don't want to be locked up or pushed around or caged up or manipulated. I know its sorta not his fault. I personally think he has some kinda mental disease or somethin, but who knows?

Well, Rev would, but he's not here, is he? I guess Rommie's right. If we could get Rev to come back maybe he could cure Dylan, then maybe things could sorta get back to normal. Then again I guess they can't really ever be the same again...

And there I go again. Not paying attention to anything that anyone says. Too busy thinking. I'm begining to think that thinking isn't as great as it sounds. You miss to much when you think har hard. Well, I guess it doesn't really matter too much. Not like anyone was talking to me, or even notices that I'm not paying attention. I take a quick look around. Beka and Rommie and Trance are begining to sort things out. Great. They're deciding my future and I can't even pay attention.

"I think we should do it, Beka. We owe it to Dylan-"

"What? I owe him something? How bout that time he took apart my ship? I'm through owing him for one or two good deeds. I've let him get away with enough already."

"Then we owe it to ourselves, at least."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Other than the Maru, this is the only real home any of us have had-"

"And, what, the Maru isn't good enough anymore? Trance, if you want to stay then stay. Me? I'm leaving."

Uhmm.. ok, maybe things aren't going to well. Hmmm. And the other person we've momentarily forgoten is... oh, great. Staring right at me. What, is it that obvious that I zoned out for like half an hour? Well, sorry, but I swear, these three can't resolve anything. It does get boring after a while, you know, watching them go back and forth like this. One minute it's - Ok, lets leave and not save Dylan, I'll feel bad, but so what? The next - Let's go out there and waste half our lives trying to find a man who may not be alive so that later on we can return to a home we may no longer be welcome to return to. And then, my personal unfavorite - Let's stay, pretend everything i, th, then sacrifice ourselves to Dylan's insanity. God, people, just make up your minds... its not that hard! Ok, well it is for me, but them? You have one of the smartest women I know, some alien that can see and/or change the future, and an android built for making logical decisions like this. Either they make up there minds soon, or-

"I don't see this reaching a conclusion any time soon."

And Tyr wins the grand prize for stating the obvious.

"Yeah, by the time they make up there minds we'll all be in about the same shape as the contents of Security Closet 5."

"By the time they're done I doubt there will be a Security Closet 5."

Yeah. Well, someone has to make the decisions around here. Right now you as good a canidate as any.

"So, what do you think we should do?"

"It seems to me that we have three options. Leave and go back to what we were before, which is a flawed plan considering what we were before might not neccessarily be the best carrier option at the moment.

Tell me about it. Can't steal or swindle when everyone in the universe knows exactly who you are. Actually, can't do much.

"Leave to find the magog, who may or may not be alive, able, and willing to help, then come back to Andromeda and try to help a man who has been deemed unhelpable.

Sounds like one of those things that has a statistical impossiblity of success.

"Or we stay and all die horrible deaths most likely because Dylan kills us, gets us killed or drives us insane to the point where we kill each other.

Yeah, or ourselves. Oh, bad subject, right, almost forgot. Been there, done that, not eager to go at it a second time.

"All three choices seem... unworkable at best to me. What's you opinion of all this?"

"Hey, Plan A still seems pretty sweet to me."

That actually made him smile. He sorta looks ok now, leaning casually against the wall, bored as hell. Doesn't seem like someone who would want to kill himself anymore. This Tyr is pretty much Normal Tyr, not Depressed Tyr. And yeah... That is a good thing. It does make me happy to seem him slightly amused.

"Yes, but after murdering her captain, do you think the ship would allow us to take over?"

"Probably not. Actually, she'd probably murder us, but hey, we're all gonna die anyway."

"That's a negative approach to life."

"Nah, that's realistic. More realistic than thinking that those e cae can come to any decision on there own."

"I would intervene, except that them listening to me is about as probable as the three of them making a decision on their own."

"What about me? They treat me like the village idiot most of the time."

Oh no. He's not going put this decision on *my* shoulders. He's the Nietzschean, he should be the one to 'intervene'. No way am I getting involve. Beisdes, when have they ever listened to me.

"This is not what I would call most of the time. They are considering your plan, you know."

"Its not my plan! That was my thinking aloud taken and twisted to fit their agenda, not mine."

"A shame, since it is better of the three."

"What? I thought you were undecided."

"I was, but for the sake of ending this quickly and painlessly I chose the lesser of the three evils. Do you agree with my choice?"

"Well, yeah i guess-

"Then tell them."

"Me? But what about you?"

He stands up and looks back at Beka, Trance and Rommie.

"I will be waiting at Security Closet 5 for the android to come help me retrieve what is rightfully mine," Tyr says as he starts to walk off.

Oh great. Just leave me with them, why don't you? Thanks a lot. I look back at the ladies and take in about 2 minutes of their conversation before deciding what to do.

"I still don't know, Trance. Why can't Rommie help him?"

"I am standing right here Beka. No need to talk about me in third person. But in answer to your question-"

I know when I'm needed. Harper to the rescue.

"Ok, Ok! Everyone just shut up. Would you like me to make the decision for you or are you three going to stand here all day?"

They just stare at me. Yeah, their silence could be interupted as anger, but then again they might just be doing what I tell them to.

"Obviously, going to find Rev is a good a plan as any. And hey, we're going to leave anyways, so couldn't we just sort whatever needs sorting out on the ship?"

Beka looks and Rommie, then at Trance, then back to me. At first, I think she's gonna tell me to shut up, but then...

"Ok. Let's go. Where's Tyr?"

Wow. They are doing what I tell them to. Nice. This could be fun... Wait, she just ask me something. Oh, right, now I remember.

"Oh, Tyr? Yeah, he's over waiting for Rommie to open the security closet. How bout you and Trance go get your stuff, load up the ship, and we'll meet you there."

Ok, that got raised eyebrows. Better not push my luck any further by asking them to pack up my stuff too. Anyways, I really need to talk to Rommie... She looks really sad. Maybe she'll miss me as much as I'll miss her. I don't wanna leave her behind, maybe I can talk her into coming along.

Beka and Trance dissappear done the corridor, maybe actually taking my advice, not because I gave it, but because they are probably as tired of their arguing as I am. Well that leaves just me and Rommie, my favorite A.I. in the entire unverse.

"Rom-

"No, Harper. I can't. You know my place is here."

Ok, so far, not good.

"But-"

"I mean it. Don't ask me to go with me. You'll just make this harder than it already is."

Aww... she's actually crying. Wow. I never knew she cared that much. I crying a little bit too. Not as much as- ok, stopping that train of thought right there. But it does seem to be becoming a habit. I give her a really big hug, one that she'll remember for a long time hopefully.

"I'm going to miss you, Harper," she mummbles from my shoulder, "You are coming back, aren't you?"

I pull back and look into her eyes. I'm so damn proud of her right now - she's making the right decision, staying here. Someone has to look after Dylan, if not, he'd probably start blowing up random planets. Even more than that, I'm afraid for her. He's unpredictable, and dangerous, and completly capable of hurting her in ways I don't even want to imagine.

"Of coarse I am. I'm gonna find Rev, or someone even better, then I'm gonna come back here and make everything ok again, alright?"

I know she's not a kid, but she sorta seems like it right now. Looks just as scared as I do, probably.

"Love ya, Rommie. You better take care of yourself."

"I will. Thank you."

"For what?"

"For giving me this body, creating me, fixing me, making me better than ever."

"Aww... Rommie, you don't have to say thank you for that-"

"Yes, I do."

And I know why too. She thinks she's never going to see me again. Thinks I'm gonna leave her here forever with that crazy bastard. Then something changes in her eyes. She's alert now, like she's listening to something.

"You have to go now. Hurry. He's coming down from the bridge - and he's armed."

"We gotta go get Tyr and get outta here. Fast."

We run all the way to the security closet, Rommie keeping her sensors lock on Dylan, and me thinking the entire time about how th wer weren't suppose to turn out this way. We were suppose to recreate the commonwealth, save the universe, and live happily ever after. Instead there probably won't ever be a commonwealth ever again, the world ship will destroy everything and everything that it doesn't destroy will just fall apart.

"He's heading towards Tyr's position."

"How close is he?"

"Not close enough. But we have to hurry."

Then something else occurs to me. Oh shit. I don't have time to get any of my stuff. I don't wanna leave it all behind, but I guess I have no choice. I will be coming back someday soon, anyway... I hope.

"How close is he now?"

"Closer."

"And how close are we?"

"We're here."

There's Tyr, looking as annoyed as ever, but not dead luckily.

"I'm guessing that Captain Hunt isn't too far behind you," he assumes as he pulls out a really big gun. Great! The Nietzschean solution to everything.

"He'll be here any minute."

"Open it." he says, gesturing to the closet with his weapon, then pointing it in the general direction that we came from. Lucky for him Rommie doesn't have enough time to be annoyed.

I watch as she computes whatever she's computing, overiding the lock on the door as it opens.

"Harper!" Tyr shouts a second before something almost hits me square in the chest. I catch it and look up.

"Uhh...."

"Your things."

"You packed my stuff?"

"I had stimetime on my hands. The two of you didn't exactly rush to get here."

I want to tell him that in fact we ran, but suddenly I'm feeling too grateful to correct him.

"Hey, Thanks," I say, but he's already gone. I start to follow him into the closet, but then he reappears, a metalic box roughly the size of the bag I'm holding in his hands.

Huh. Somehow I thought it would be bigger. Rommie pushes me and then I remember, oh yeah, possible life or death situation here. Good morning, Harper, time to wake up and run like hell.

So we all run like hell towards the Maru, Tyr somehow managing to keep hold of the box, his own bag and the really big gun without looking like a clutz. Damn. I'm barely manging with a third of that.

"He's reached the Security Closet... and he doesn't look happy," Rommie informs us mere minutes after we left it.

"Oh crap. We are so not going to make it."

"I'll try to slow him down."

At first I think maybe she means with some of her droids or something, but then Tyr's handing over another weapon that he must have had strapped to his back along with his bag, and she's stopping.

"What? No you don't! What's he gonna do to you after we leave when he finds out you helped us?"

"Harper, he already knows where my loyalties lie, remember? I walked off the bridge just like the rest of you. Nothing I do now can make any difference."

"Come on, Rommie, I don't want to leave you behind-"

"I can take care of myself. Harper, go!"

Yeah, I hope she can. She's a really big startship, but there are lots of other ways he could hurt her.

"I'm gonna come back for you, Rommie," I remind her, but the way I said it doesn't even convince myself.

She looks back at me, and she has that look in her eyes again. The look that says she doesn't think she'll ever see me again.

"Go, Harper."

I feel like my hearts being ripped apart as I turn away from her, and I'm surprised because Tyr's still standing here. I'm even more surprised by the look in his eyes, like he understands how I feel. Our eyes meet for a nanosecond before I'm running down the corridor, with him right behind me. He's guarding my back, he didn't just leave me behind back there. He could have, but he didn't, and I appreciate it a lot more than he could ever know.

We board the Maru just as the bay doors open, and the ships out the doors before I even realize it. Suddenly I'm looking at the Andromeda froe oue outside, and for some reason I almost expect that series of explosions that always occurs right before a ships about to blow up. I don't know why, but I feel like I've destroyed her. I guess I did, leaving her behind in the hands of that maniac. Right now Dylan should have reached Rommie, and she's probably told him that we're gone. I don't want to imagine what happens next. We're moving away pretty quickly, soon we'll reach a jump gate and the ship that looks like is becoming smaller and smaller will disappear from sight. Even though I told her I'd come back I feel like I'll never see her again, and already the guilts eating away at me. I can't believe I left her, and that's why we have to fiev. ev. I said I'd come back and I will. I made a promise to a lady.

I memorize how that ship looks one last time before I turn away. Tyr's standing at the edge of the bridge, leaning against the hull, watching me with this sad look in his eyes that I know means that he understands. Makes me feel glad, because he might be the only one. Trance and Beka are too busy preparing to slipstream, and when we finally do I still have my back to the viewscreen, because I'm still imagining that the Andromeda's still there. Not even when we're back in normal space do I look, but then Beka looks at me, and I can see in her eyes that she doesn't know whether or not she wants to go on a wild goose chase searching for a magog priest. The fact that she's considering leaving Rommie behind makes me angrier than I've ever been with her.

"I told her that I'd come back. Don't you make a liar out of me," I say as I walk past Tyr and leave the bridge.


TBC

A/N: Next chaps POV is, you guessed it, still undecided, but chances are it won't be Harper's. And this is still slash. Rommie and Harper have a different kind of relationship, but neither are *in* love with each other. Rommie still has her issues with Dylan. I apologizing for 1) screwing up tech terms if I did 2) Stowing Drago in a carry on sized container. I didn't see the episode of the actual theft, so I wouldn't know what he is actually in, but for practical reasons, this seemed the best way to go. Please Review! And Thank You to the people that do review.