Title: Speak Softly Once Again
Series: Andromeda
Pairing: Harper/Trance
Rating: PG
Summary: Sequel to 'Things Left Unsaid.'
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or ships used in this story, the only thing that is mine is the story line itself. All the characters belong to Tribune entertainment, and I am getting nothing from this except the joy I give to the readers.
Author's Note: I never planned to write a sequel to 'Things Left Unsaid.'. However several people on SlipstreamBBS requested a sequel, so please bear with me. This story isn't meant to stand alone, please read 'Things Left Unsaid' in order to have an idea as to the references made here. Thank you.
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They say that a picture is worth a thousand words, and Harper had to agree with them. When he opened the box containing the photo of his most embarrassing day, he had a few thousand words that were not for polite or mixed company.
As he stared in shock at the framed photo and the event pictured there, he thought back over the events that led to the one in the picture.
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"I really hate the Dragans, you know that Trance?" Seamus Harper said as he and Trance made their way to an engineering Conduit. "I mean they always break things and leave me to fix it. They don't play well with others."
Trance only smiled.
"Ah, here we are, good old number 47." He looked over at Trance. "46 down, 152 remaining. Not bad for twelve hours work."
Harper settled into a comfortable position as he removed the panel in front of him, Trance settled in behind him with his toolbox in hand. The panel he removed revealed a mess of blown circuits and shorted-out wires.
"Oh man, this'll take hours. Better get comfortable Trance. We'll be here awhile." He complained to her, Trance just smiled and made herself comfortable.
"Well, it won't be all bad Harper. At least you won't be bored!" She said cheerfully, trying to make him feel better.
"I'd take boredom over this anytime my formerly purple people eater. Oh well, the company's not bad." He grinned at Trance, who blushed slightly. "Let's get to work, hand me the nanowelder would ya?" With that they got to work on their repairs.
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That was the first thing to pop into his mind as he remembered. His reminiscing was cut short as the door to his quarters chimed.
"Who is it?" He asked, not wanting anyone to start discussing the photo with him. That was a moment he'd rather forget.
"Harper, it's me. Can we talk?" Came the reply from Trance.
"Sure, come on in." He told her as he opened the door to her.
As she came in he looked down the corridor in both directions, looking for the rest of the crew trying to get another picture. He found no one.
"Hey Trance, what can I do for you?" He asked as he returned to his bed and picked up the empty box and flexi.
"Well, you can tell me why Beka and Dylan made such a big deal out of our kiss." She told him sitting down on his bed, Harper sat next to her.
"Well, they like to play jokes on people, well, Beka does, Dylan is just evil." He grinned as he told her this.
"I already knew that. What I want to know is why is it such a big deal? Why can't we be a couple without them interfering?" She asked.
"I don't think they are trying to interfere, I just think they're bored. They need something to do, so they latch onto the first interesting thing that comes their way. That happened to be us, unfortunately." He told her.
