The Test

BY : Starbug
Category: 1 through F > Andromeda
Dragon prints: 1516
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.

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The Test

"You're taking this a lot better than I thought you would." Dylan looked across the room to where Telemachus was sat, "I've been expecting you to attack on of use."

"Don't give him idea's." Harper laughed nervously.

"I don't want to kill either of you, yet." Telemachus had his head back against the wall, his eyes closed, "The sooner the DNA test is complete, the sooner we know who the farther is."

"Then you kill one of us?" Dylan asked.

"I have to admit that the thought has crossed my mind." The Nietzschean shrugged, "But since there is also a chance that it's mine..."

"Have you and Beka ever discussed having children?" Harper asked, trying to change to a subject that didn't involve a Nietzschean wanting to kill him.

"Discussed yes, but never at length or to any conclusion." Telemachus stretched his arms, opening his eyes and looking at the other two.

"About what happened at the party: we where all drunk, and the two of you had just broken up again..." Dylan sounded pathetic.

"Dylan, as much as I respect you, if you don't stop that line of conversation in the next 5-seconds, I will kill you." The young Nietzschean said calmly.

"He's not the only one who's got a lot to answer for!" Rommie stood in the doorway, glairing at Harper.

"Rommie, baby, you know I love you!" The engineer looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Don't 'Rommie, baby' me!" The Avatar snarled, "I told you that one thing I could never forgive was unlawfulness."

"Come on: I was so drunk I didn't know what was happening..." Harper tried to explain.

"Not drunk enough to avoid having sex with Beka!" Rommie span on her heels and stormed off.

"Do you think it would help if I reminded her that we don't know who had sex with Beka?" Harper asked the other two.

"No." Dylan and Telemachus said as one.

The door to the medical lab opened, Trance stepping through.

"Well?" The three men asked.

"The test is conclusive." The medic looked at the flexi in her hand, "None of you are about to be fathers."

"What?" Telemachus raised an eyebrow.

"Beka's test was a falls-positive: she's not pregnant." Trance showed them the results.

"Oh thank god for that!" Harper collapsed into a chair.

"I have to admit that I do feel a bit relived." Dylan seemed visibly relaxed.

"Oh, ok." Telemachus sounded saddened.

"Come on." Dylan put an arm round the Nietzschean's shoulder, "I think we all need a drink..."

The End


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