Title: Allies
By: Cwitty
Disclaimer: I don't own Andromeda and no copyright infringement is intended.
Ratings: PG
Comments: This is my first "Andromeda" fic so I'ld love some feedback.
Dylan straightened out his borrowed shirt, stood and crossed to the door in his guestroom in the Randamals senate chambers. He activated the door and plastered on a friendly smile to greet his hosts. But to his surprise Tyr Anasazi stood at his doorway and to add shock onto shock, he was wearing the High Guard uniform.
"Tyr, I ordered you to stay on the Andromeda," Dylan greeted in more frustration than anger.
"Yes," Tyr drawled even as he stepped past Dylan and entered the room, his eyes appraising every detail. "I recall our conversation."
Dylan shut the door and turned to watch Tyr take a swallow from his wine glass. "Maybe you had trouble understanding the conversation then. I said I didn't need protection and that you should stay on the Andromeda. That means you shouldn't be here now."
Tyr took another swallow of the wine, sat the cup back on the table and turned to face his Captain. "Your meaning was clear, I simply disagree."
Dylan came to stand before Tyr, meeting the Neitzschean's unapologetic look head on but put a sardonic smile on his face, "You may always disagree with my orders..." and Hunt's eyes grew darker, "but you are to still follow them."
"Orders, yes," Tyr said as if he were discussing the weather on Kipner 9, "I decided to read up on my duties as a weapon's officer of the High Guard command. It seems that I have the distinct honor of protecting the Captain's life against all threats. It goes on to say how imperative my Captain's life is in the scheme of the High Guard's protection of it's Commonwealth ...." He let his voice fall away but his eyes lanced into Dylan's.
Dylan couldn't keep a smirk off his face, "Is this new fascination with your rank the reason you put on the High Guard uniform?"
Tyr looked down at himself as if he hadn't given his choose of clothing a second thought, "Dressing the part seemed a necessity,' and once again he locked eyes with Hunt. "Seems to me I am not the only one "dressing the part"," and he nodded toward Dylan's shirt.
Instead of trying to combat words, Dylan dryly countered, "I thought it brought out the blue in my eyes."
Tyr snorted out a laugh at that one. "Oh, to be sure." And then as if the matter of his presence was taken care of, Tyr sat at the table and refilled Dylan's wineglass and took a sip. "Quite good for it's time period."
With a sigh, Dylan threw his hands up in defeat. Did anyone ever win against a Nietzschean...I mean really, when all the debris was clear?! "Fine, I'll introduce you to our hosts and get you a room. Just let me grab my data pad," and he disappeared into the other room.
Catching sight of Dylan's High Guard jacket draped over a chair, Tyr crossed the room and picked up the garment. His inspection uncovered the back of the jacket was torn apart from just below the collar to the bottom of the material. Running his fingers over the rip, Tyr suspected a laser had burned right through the fabric, quickly and with intense heat. Turning the coat over, he drew in a breath at the bloodstains marring the inside of the coat.
"Good thing I have a few more of those back on the Andromeda," Dylan joked as he reentered the room. But he was unprepared for the look that Tyr shot at him - a look he could have swore was fear - no it was anger - nope it was fury.
Tyr clenched the ruined jacket in one hand and advanced on Dylan like a predator, "No need for my protection you said." And he waved the coat in front of Dylan's face for a brief moment. "Are you too proud to accept my protection?! Willing to accept death rather than appear weak?!"
"It's not pride, it's politics, Tyr!" Dylan took a steadying breath. "The Randamals requested I come alone to the meetings. And what kind of trust would I be showing if I came accompanied and by a "body guard".
"No, instead you showed your naivete and stupidity."
Hunt's eyes turned to ice at the insult, "I did as they asked of me in the hope that they would see the Commonwealth as a tolerant unification of races."
But Tyr was not swayed by those words, "And what price have you already paid for your "tolerance"?!" and he again waved the jacket at Dylan.
With a calming sigh, Dylan drawled, "The jacket took the brunt of the laser, I received merely a scratch." At Tyr's defiant look Dylan added, "And the scratch was seen to by the medical technician."
"So what happened?" Tyr demanded toe to toe with his commanding officer.
"You know, the usual. A cyborg attacked me, we traded punches, I got flung back into the laser of the heating generator and that's all I remember. Apparently Randamals troops showed up and destroyed the cyborg and took me to medical. End of story."
But Tyr was far from satisfied with the tale, "Why did the cyborg attack you, under whose guidance was the attack made?"
"Well, Senator Fina assures me they will make a full investigation but they have had several violent attacks against their politicians in recent months due to the reconstructing of the government. I guess the Commonwealth is being considered part of that reconstructing."
"Which sets you up as an enemy of the faction," Tyr's tone condemning and unflinching.
"Enemy seems a little strong..." Dylan tried to minimize the danger he had been in.
"Your jacket can attest to your enemy status," Tyr dryly drawled.
"Forget the jacket already," Dylan snapped and grabbed onto the garment and tried to pull it from Tyr's hold. But Tyr refused to relinquish the damning evidence.
"You need my protection, Dylan," Tyr said not with pride but certainty. "Admit it." A silent stare down commenced for a full minute.
Without warning a smile appeared on Dylan's face, "You really like this rank thing, don't you? Even have your jacket buttoned up to your neck," and Dylan reached up and pretended to wipe away a smudge mark from the rank pin at Tyr's neck.
Like a Jaonna snake, Tyr's hand shot out and captured Dylan's wrist in a just-this-
side-of a painful grip. "Admit you need my help."
"I thought I already admitted I needed your help when I asked you to sign on to the Andromeda," Dylan sallied back with a smirk.
"Your cause needed help ...not you. Now it is you needing the help."
Dylan tried to pull his wrist from the Nietzschean's grasp but Tyr only tightened the iron grip. Not for the first time, Dylan cursed the damn Nietzschean strength. With a defeated sigh, Captain Dylan Hunt meet his security officer's steely gaze, "Alright, maybe having two of us here would show our strength"..." Tyr raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth but Dylan cut him off, "Ok you want me to grovel."
"Not grovel, admit you are only one man trying to take on the task of millions. And in trying to succeed in that task, you require that someone watch your back against all comers. And whether you like it or not, that someone happens to be me."
Almost immediately Dylan was countering, "It's not like I don't like it...or you... or that that someone is you..." Dylan hoped Tyr would jump in with the conclusion both men knew. But Tyr merely stood waiting for Dylan to complete his thought. "I...I just don't always trust you. That "what's best for Tyr" thing leaves me a little edgy."
"I've saved your life at least once and with no small risk to my own existence," Tyr countered.
"Yes," Dylan conceded, "yes you have. But I'm always wondering about the next time, the time that you decide it's better to let me die for your own good."
Tyr released Dylan's wrist and simply replied, "Could happen...but not today."
A wary smile pulled onto Dylan's mouth, "How reassuring that sounds." Tyr opened his mouth to retort but Dylan waved it off, "Let's save the rest of this talk to a later date."
Tyr smiled his wolf's smile, "I'll mark it on my calendar."
To be continued...(Well, unless everyone hates it then this is the last word you'll ever heard from me -I promise!)
By: Cwitty
Disclaimer: I don't own Andromeda and no copyright infringement is intended.
Ratings: PG
Comments: This is my first "Andromeda" fic so I'ld love some feedback.
Dylan straightened out his borrowed shirt, stood and crossed to the door in his guestroom in the Randamals senate chambers. He activated the door and plastered on a friendly smile to greet his hosts. But to his surprise Tyr Anasazi stood at his doorway and to add shock onto shock, he was wearing the High Guard uniform.
"Tyr, I ordered you to stay on the Andromeda," Dylan greeted in more frustration than anger.
"Yes," Tyr drawled even as he stepped past Dylan and entered the room, his eyes appraising every detail. "I recall our conversation."
Dylan shut the door and turned to watch Tyr take a swallow from his wine glass. "Maybe you had trouble understanding the conversation then. I said I didn't need protection and that you should stay on the Andromeda. That means you shouldn't be here now."
Tyr took another swallow of the wine, sat the cup back on the table and turned to face his Captain. "Your meaning was clear, I simply disagree."
Dylan came to stand before Tyr, meeting the Neitzschean's unapologetic look head on but put a sardonic smile on his face, "You may always disagree with my orders..." and Hunt's eyes grew darker, "but you are to still follow them."
"Orders, yes," Tyr said as if he were discussing the weather on Kipner 9, "I decided to read up on my duties as a weapon's officer of the High Guard command. It seems that I have the distinct honor of protecting the Captain's life against all threats. It goes on to say how imperative my Captain's life is in the scheme of the High Guard's protection of it's Commonwealth ...." He let his voice fall away but his eyes lanced into Dylan's.
Dylan couldn't keep a smirk off his face, "Is this new fascination with your rank the reason you put on the High Guard uniform?"
Tyr looked down at himself as if he hadn't given his choose of clothing a second thought, "Dressing the part seemed a necessity,' and once again he locked eyes with Hunt. "Seems to me I am not the only one "dressing the part"," and he nodded toward Dylan's shirt.
Instead of trying to combat words, Dylan dryly countered, "I thought it brought out the blue in my eyes."
Tyr snorted out a laugh at that one. "Oh, to be sure." And then as if the matter of his presence was taken care of, Tyr sat at the table and refilled Dylan's wineglass and took a sip. "Quite good for it's time period."
With a sigh, Dylan threw his hands up in defeat. Did anyone ever win against a Nietzschean...I mean really, when all the debris was clear?! "Fine, I'll introduce you to our hosts and get you a room. Just let me grab my data pad," and he disappeared into the other room.
Catching sight of Dylan's High Guard jacket draped over a chair, Tyr crossed the room and picked up the garment. His inspection uncovered the back of the jacket was torn apart from just below the collar to the bottom of the material. Running his fingers over the rip, Tyr suspected a laser had burned right through the fabric, quickly and with intense heat. Turning the coat over, he drew in a breath at the bloodstains marring the inside of the coat.
"Good thing I have a few more of those back on the Andromeda," Dylan joked as he reentered the room. But he was unprepared for the look that Tyr shot at him - a look he could have swore was fear - no it was anger - nope it was fury.
Tyr clenched the ruined jacket in one hand and advanced on Dylan like a predator, "No need for my protection you said." And he waved the coat in front of Dylan's face for a brief moment. "Are you too proud to accept my protection?! Willing to accept death rather than appear weak?!"
"It's not pride, it's politics, Tyr!" Dylan took a steadying breath. "The Randamals requested I come alone to the meetings. And what kind of trust would I be showing if I came accompanied and by a "body guard".
"No, instead you showed your naivete and stupidity."
Hunt's eyes turned to ice at the insult, "I did as they asked of me in the hope that they would see the Commonwealth as a tolerant unification of races."
But Tyr was not swayed by those words, "And what price have you already paid for your "tolerance"?!" and he again waved the jacket at Dylan.
With a calming sigh, Dylan drawled, "The jacket took the brunt of the laser, I received merely a scratch." At Tyr's defiant look Dylan added, "And the scratch was seen to by the medical technician."
"So what happened?" Tyr demanded toe to toe with his commanding officer.
"You know, the usual. A cyborg attacked me, we traded punches, I got flung back into the laser of the heating generator and that's all I remember. Apparently Randamals troops showed up and destroyed the cyborg and took me to medical. End of story."
But Tyr was far from satisfied with the tale, "Why did the cyborg attack you, under whose guidance was the attack made?"
"Well, Senator Fina assures me they will make a full investigation but they have had several violent attacks against their politicians in recent months due to the reconstructing of the government. I guess the Commonwealth is being considered part of that reconstructing."
"Which sets you up as an enemy of the faction," Tyr's tone condemning and unflinching.
"Enemy seems a little strong..." Dylan tried to minimize the danger he had been in.
"Your jacket can attest to your enemy status," Tyr dryly drawled.
"Forget the jacket already," Dylan snapped and grabbed onto the garment and tried to pull it from Tyr's hold. But Tyr refused to relinquish the damning evidence.
"You need my protection, Dylan," Tyr said not with pride but certainty. "Admit it." A silent stare down commenced for a full minute.
Without warning a smile appeared on Dylan's face, "You really like this rank thing, don't you? Even have your jacket buttoned up to your neck," and Dylan reached up and pretended to wipe away a smudge mark from the rank pin at Tyr's neck.
Like a Jaonna snake, Tyr's hand shot out and captured Dylan's wrist in a just-this-
side-of a painful grip. "Admit you need my help."
"I thought I already admitted I needed your help when I asked you to sign on to the Andromeda," Dylan sallied back with a smirk.
"Your cause needed help ...not you. Now it is you needing the help."
Dylan tried to pull his wrist from the Nietzschean's grasp but Tyr only tightened the iron grip. Not for the first time, Dylan cursed the damn Nietzschean strength. With a defeated sigh, Captain Dylan Hunt meet his security officer's steely gaze, "Alright, maybe having two of us here would show our strength"..." Tyr raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth but Dylan cut him off, "Ok you want me to grovel."
"Not grovel, admit you are only one man trying to take on the task of millions. And in trying to succeed in that task, you require that someone watch your back against all comers. And whether you like it or not, that someone happens to be me."
Almost immediately Dylan was countering, "It's not like I don't like it...or you... or that that someone is you..." Dylan hoped Tyr would jump in with the conclusion both men knew. But Tyr merely stood waiting for Dylan to complete his thought. "I...I just don't always trust you. That "what's best for Tyr" thing leaves me a little edgy."
"I've saved your life at least once and with no small risk to my own existence," Tyr countered.
"Yes," Dylan conceded, "yes you have. But I'm always wondering about the next time, the time that you decide it's better to let me die for your own good."
Tyr released Dylan's wrist and simply replied, "Could happen...but not today."
A wary smile pulled onto Dylan's mouth, "How reassuring that sounds." Tyr opened his mouth to retort but Dylan waved it off, "Let's save the rest of this talk to a later date."
Tyr smiled his wolf's smile, "I'll mark it on my calendar."
To be continued...(Well, unless everyone hates it then this is the last word you'll ever heard from me -I promise!)