Title: two harpers, one timeline and a fistful of regrets

Genre: Action/ adventure

Pairings/ Nope.

Rating: PG-13 for now.

Summary: An event in the future causes Harper to try and reset the past. All the while he has to keep his mission secret from Trance.

Disclaimers: don't own. Wish I did, the folk that make it do. I just enjoy being mean to the gorgeous Harper.

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Future

He looked down with a hint of sadness at the person lying at his feet. He knew them, knew them well in fact. No, not knew them now…he had known them. Everything would be past tense now when he spoke about them.

He had lived with them for a good few years and now? Well, they were kinda with the Devine now. Things had gone from bad to worse in point zero of a second and he was so very much wanting them to go back to being good.

Consoles and screens exploded around him, the enemy coming ever closer. Nothing was the same, he knew it could never be the same.

The only way was to change it but not everyone was like the golden warrior Trance who had used the temporal distortions that had sprung up to travel back in time.

Sides, that machine was currently in the now disintegrated machine shop 17, along with the aforementioned time traveller. It meant he had the other choice…the 50/50 choice.

A smile played faintly on his tired face, the images of past watermelons and Trance's, the old purple one's, plants being blown across the machine shop. That had been a good day for him, he had defied the laws of physics then and had managed to get the captain laid. Hoping that it would perhaps alleviate the tension between him and the ever sexy Rommie.

It didn't. All it accomplished was the older blonde getting more broody and slightly more ratty.

The small man knelt down beside the bloody red blonde, no tears threatened to spill from his blue eyes. Shakily he stretched out his fingers to gently stroke away the bloody locks of hair.

"I'll change the future Beka," he promised to the corspe, "Even if it means I have to die myself."

He stood up slowly, blinking to make sure the tears stayed away from his eyes.

His hand kept a tight grip on the force lance he now carried, his pulse thundered loudly in his ears. If one of the bastards that had boarded the Andromeda crept up behind him, he wouldn't of heard them.

His short but fairly eventful life would be over in a matter of seconds then. No second chance for anyone.

"Okay Harper…Don't screw this up. The fate of the ship is own your expert hands," he muttered as he crawled through the large hole in the wall.

After a few minutes of crawling through large holes and seeing the dead bodies of his friends he reached the machine shop. The one with the whole security codes that only he and Dylan knew about. The one with the really dangerous weapons.

The one with the time transporter, the only thing that could change the future.

"Viva la France," he said as he stepped onto it.

Andromeda, present

"Dylan," Rommie's voice sounded cool and collected, nothing unusual there, "I think you should go to Machine Shop 17."

Andromeda's captain looked up to where the hologram stood, looking through his sandy brown hair.

"Machine Shop 17? Why?"

"It seems like something is going on in the shop," the female said, "Harper is currently on the bridge."

Harper is on the bridge? Why did she tell me that? Dylan thought.

"Okay…" Dylan's voice had amusement laced through it, "Wait a minute…machine shop 17?"

"Yes."

The idea of a nice leisurely walk down to the area was short lived and he sprinted down to the room.

Rommie, the avatar stood patiently outside of the machine shop, waiting for her captain to thunder down in three…two…one…

"Wha…why did you call me down here?" he panted as he caught up to her.

She never answered as a muted gun shot came through the door. Without having to be asked, she over rode the security codes to gain access to the cluttered room.

Dylan grasped his force lance and ever the gentleman, stepped cautiously in the room. He held his breath as the air felt electric and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on edge.

It felt vaguely familiar, like the room had been filled with static.

"Hello?" he commanded, "Who's in here?"

Rommie caught the being who lunged at him, expertly restraining the would be attacker.

"Let go!" the attacker spat and clawed at her, not happy at having to be restrained.

The smell that was coming from the small struggling man was to say the least was unpleasant but something seemed familiar about him.

"Who are you?" Dylan edged closer, not trusting to get any nearer.

"……Harper. I'm Seamus Harper," the young man said before he passed out.