No Angel

BY : AndromedaValentine
Category: 1 through F > Andromeda
Dragon prints: 2686
Disclaimer: I do not own Andromeda, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Title: No Angel
Author: Margaret Brown, aka Andromeda Valentine
Fandom: Andromeda
Pairing: Beka/Rommie
Rating: NC-17 for a later chapter...
Status: New; complete
Archive: Yes to list archives, anyone else please ask first.
Feedback: Yes, please!!
E-mail address for feedback: andromeda_valentine@hotmail.com
Series/Sequel: No Angel
Other Websites: Crimson Redd - http://www.angelfire.com/goth/crimsonredd
Disclaimers: Characters and lyrics not mine - they belong to Tribune and Dido Armstrong, respectively...

Summary: Rommie has a breakdown and Beka helps her put the pieces back together. This part: Rommie goes AWOL after a mission and Beka goes after her.

Warnings: Slight spoilers for 'Lava and Rockets.' Contains explicit femmeslash - i.e., two women involved in a romantic relationship. If that’s problematic, you’d best turn back now...

Notes: I’ve been itching to do another songfic series since I finished ‘Stabbing Westward’ - this series is the end result. The songs in this series are by Dido, off her 1999 album ‘No Angel,’ hence the series title.

Music Notes: The songs in each chapter are as follows:

Chapter One: Isobel
Chapter Two: Slide
Chapter Three: I'm No Angel
Chapter Four: Take My Hand
Chapter Five: Here With Me
Chapter Six/Epilogue: It's My Life

Timeline Note: This brancoff off the canon timeline sometime during the ostensible three-week-plus gap between 'Lava And Rockets' and 'Be All My Sins Remembered,' during which Dylan supposedly took his new galpal Molly on a tour of the new Commonwealth. And, yeah, I've apparently pretty much ignored the fact that Rommie can't pilot Slipstream - it's not particularly important in this context, so don't fretr itr it...

Also, all parts are Beka’s POV...

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Chapter One - 'Isobel'

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The comm going off wakes me from a dead sleep - the first decent sleep I've had in days, in fact, so I'm not happy about it.

"What?!" I grumble, rolling out of bed.

Andromeda's hologram appears in front of me, looking even more anxious than usual. "You told me to wake you if my avatar hadn't returned by 0500. It's 0700 now, and she still hasn't returned or reported in."

I just curse as I start pulling clothes on. I *knew* she was going to pull something like this, damn her...

I thought it was funny when you missed the train.
When I rang you at home, they said you'd left yesterday.
I thought it was strange when your car was found
by the tree in Ennis where we used to hang around.


As a formality, I hit the last five drifts she was supposed to have been at with queries - the officials are none too happy at being woken up, but I don't really care.

Come on, Rommie, where'd you disappear to...?

Dear Isobel, I hope you're well,
and what you've done is right.
Oh, it's been such hell, I wish you well,
I hope you're safe tonight.

It's been a long day coming,
and long will it last
when it's last day leaving.
I'm helping it pass
by loving you more...


Finally, after an hour, we get a report that her slipfighter's been spotted at Lazlo Drift. As soon as the message is in, I'm on the comm.

"Dylan, get your ass to Command. I've got to go fetch our wayward avatar."

Yeah, I know, I should be more polite - he *is* the captain - but I'm also pissed at him. This is as much his fault as hers...

And who he would become, all the things he'd have done -
would he have loved you, and not let you down?
And would he be stronger than his father?
Don't punish yourself - leave it well alone.


It wasn't intentional, I know, but his little tour for Molly's benefit completely blinded him to the fact that Rommie was *not* dealing well, despite all appearances. The end result, of course, was a pathologically unhappy Andromeda and a First Officer with an ulcer from trying to hold her together in the face of Dylan's apparent obliviousness.

His apparent obliviousness, and the blind fear that made him cling to a crazy antiquated regulation just to avoid coping with slightly left-of-center tastes...

I wince as I feel that familiar painful churnin myn my stomach. God, I hate men sometimes...

Dear Isobel, I hope you're well,
and what you've done is right.
Oh, it's been such hell, I wish you well,
I hope you're safe tonight.


Two jumps with the Maru later, I'm on Lazlo Drift and signing onto a dock for the week. I have no idea in hell how I'm going to find her here with all these people, especially if she doesn't *want* to be found, but I have to try.

It's been a long day coming,
and long will it last
when it's last day leaving.
I'm helping it pass
by loving you more...


I spend the day looking for her, finally falling into my bunk exhausted when I have no luck.

I snap out of a restless sleep several hours later, intuition telling me there's someone on my ship, and I've got my gun drawn and aimed before I can even see them clearly.

"Beka?"

Rommie! The gun almost falls out of my hand as I try and keep it from shaking with relief. I had hoped she'd decide to come to me and talk this out...

It's been a long day coming,
and long will it last
when it's last day leaving.
I'm helping it pass
by loving... loving you more...


I drop the gun back onto the bed, holding out my arms. She stares at me a moment, eyes tearing, before practically leaping into my embrace and wrapping her arms around me like I'm a lifeline.

All I can really do is what I've *been* doing these past few weeks, hold her and murmur soothing words until the tears subside enough to talk.

God, how am I going to fix this one...?


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