Pairing: Beka/Rommie, anything else would
Disclaimers: Andromedaís not mine, its Roddenberry's and Tribunes. The song is by Charles Asnavour. I couldnít help but feel the song suited the story, and more importantly, the whole Dylan/Rommie thing, perfectly.
Summary: Dylan thinks about Rommie & Bekaís relationship.
Spoilers: Sequel to ĎI Donít Want To Miss A Thingí and ĎLove and Addictioní.
Note: Thanks to ElJay from Ex Isle for the idea, in a way. And as ever, Furball for the Beta and tiding up.
I walk along the corridor, feeling more than a little sorry
for myself. I had two years to admit to myself how I felt for Rommie after
Harper built her, two years to tell her, two years I could have been happy in,
but instead I hid behind the regulations. I didnít want to admit that I was
the only one who thought that they meant a thing after The Fall.
But no, I couldnít show any sign of weakness, especially
with someone like Tyr around, so I buried my feelings, along with my grief, and
pretended they didnít exist.
May be the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
I know how Rommie felt for me, I know that the cold
indifference I was forced to show was painful for her. I know that if I had only
told her how I felt, she would be with me rather than Beka.
The first drift we stopped at after they told us all, Tyr
and I went out and got mind-numbingly drunk, staggering back to the ship,
feeling very ill. The next morning. Beka went into full first-officer mode,
rebuking us in front of everyone else.
That didnít help things one bit: it probably made things
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
I canít say I blame either of them. If any two people are
more deserving of happiness, I havenít met them. I try and act at least
comfortable with it, for the sake of harmony, but it still grates when I see the
two of them together. So happy and in love.
But I have no one to blame but my self, my dogged adherence
to regulations from an organization that hasnít existed for over 300-years.
Oh, I can give my Ďthere is one place where the Commonwealth still exists: on
the shipí speech till Iím blue in the face, but letís face it. Iím
deluding myself. There is no way in hell the worlds whoíve
signed on to the new charter are going to want to stick to those old
rule: the universe has changed too much since The Fall.
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die
Iíve not been that kind to Rommie and Beka since they
started seeing each other openly, but Iíve tried to back-off after Rommie told
me about the problems Beka still has with Flash.
Is it guilt? Possibly. Bekaís my first officer, and I
should have noticed she was having problems. Rommie shouldnít have had to show
me the security camera footage. I know the rules say I should have come down
hard on Beka, should have kicked her off the ship, but I know Rommie would have
gone with her. I donít want to lose either of them.
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years
Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
I step through the hatch into my quarters, and the door
locks behind me of itís own accord.
The lights go on slightly, revealing Rommie and Beka, lying
on my bed, smiling, naked.
Life just got a lot more complicatedÖ
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