Doppelgangers

BY : AntiOrder
Category: 1 through F > Andromeda
Dragon prints: 3722
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.

Sorry for the huge wait, i ain't got no excuse except for some motivation problems. Hope this chapter was worth the wait, it's a good bit longer than previous. Thanks to the people who have reviewed, made me feel a lil guilty for leaving it so long, lolz. Enjoy.

Chapter 3


Why am I on the floor? That was the first thought that ran through Harper's head as he opened his eyes to find himself gazing at the ceiling. This was followed closely by why the ceiling was looking just a bit grubby on the usually spotlessly clean Andromeda. Deciding that the cleanliness of the ship was one of the least important things to be worrying about he instead turned his focus to removing himself from the floor and trying to figure out how he'd ended up there in the first place.

Pulling himself up on to his knees for the second time that day he did a quick analysis of his body, slight bump on his head, no doubt from the trip down, and a few aches and pains from last night seemed to be the only things troubling him at the moment, certainly no dizziness or nausea to explain his seeming collapse. Like wise a quick inspection of his surroundings revealed nothing he could have fallen over. Still quite bewildered he climbed all the way to his feet while dusting off his leathers and had one more glance around before deciding to put the whole incident down to a freak accident, he did not want anyone thinking something was wrong with him and give Tyr a reason to start molly coddling him again, he'd only just beaten his last cold and was rather enjoying his returning freedom. Including of course the return to getting laid on a regular basis.

Continuing on his way to the gym he started to notice one or two other things about the ship that seemed off, for instance the corridors he was currently travelling down all seemed to be slightly dirty, like they weren't fully maintained. They also seemed to be slightly cooler than usual. Slightly more worrying was that some data terminals seemed to be missing and just where the hell was everyone? On a ship like the Andromeda with such a large crew, he should have run into at least a few people by now. He'd actually been quite surprised no one had been hovering over him when he first woke up. His health being rather... delicate, a cough was often enough to have people crowding round to make sure he was okay, which annoyed him to no end, but the absence was rather confusing. All this added up to him wanting to find Tyr and get some answers out of him, after getting his usual morning exercise of course. As luck would have it he had finally arrived at the gym.

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After first joining the crew of the Andromeda, Tyr had spent a couple of days assessing the people he would be working with, for both their usefulness and any possible threat they might pose. He had found little to really arouse his interest.

Captain Hunt was a visionary with a noble goal, a rather dangerous combination, that tended to lead to him taking more than a few unnecessary risks. He was also a bit naive, brought up in the 'civilised' commonwealth he was unprepared for the much harsher galaxy that he now inhabited and was unprepared to change his outlook to match his change in environment. As time went by Hunt had started to grate on his nerves with his incessant optimism. For instance you'd think after his Nietzschean first mate had betrayed him that he'd show some wariness around Tyr but no, he seemed quite content to continue on his project to befriend him. That and at times he could be a complete idiot.

In comparison Beka Valentine seemed far more worldly. A product of the times, she was a shrewd woman and knew the value of caution when dealing with people. As far as business went anyway, her taste in men on the other hand left much to be desired. She seemed to be drawn towards the men that would cause her the most problems. Currently her interest lay with Hunt, a seemingly hopeless cause, while Beka certainly didn't lack in sex appeal, for a human anyway, Hunt seemed to remain oblivious to her flirting. He was too focused on his commonwealth to notice such trivial things as other people. Although recently her attentions had been shifting slightly and she had started to flirt with him, an even more hopeless target. However despite her flaws she was handy in a fight, a very good pilot and loyal to her crew.

He had yet to decide about the Magog or the purple thing. The former being the biggest obvious threat, despite all his preaching he was still a Magog after all, and the latter was a mystery and so viewed as a possible threat not to be underestimated. He found both to be rather irritating.

Which leaves the last member of the Maru crew. Seamus Harper had at first glance appeared as nothing more than a short, loud mouthed kludge with a slight talent in the way of engineering. This opinion changed quickly. It turned out he was very talented with a vast intellect that few Nietzschean could rival. The cocky attitude that came from assurance in his abilities also concealed a lack of confidence around anything non-mechanical. Coming from Earth had left him with a small build and poor health which many people took for an obvious weaknesses. However his background had another significance. Harper had come from Earth, he had survived Earth, one of the most hostile environments known for a kludge. This was proof that there must be something more to the seemingly weak boy, he clearly had an iron will to survive and that was not to be underestimated in anybody, especially not someone of Harper's intelligence.

He had to admit that over time he had started to find the human quite fascinating. It wasn't long before he found himself enjoying provoking the human into verbal sparring matches finding him to be a worthy opponent. He liked spending time around him. Over time he found the fiery blond cropping up in his thoughts more often. The first time he'd awoken from a dream about Harper to find himself hard and sticky he had been shocked. However the more he though about it the more he came to accept that yes Harper was rather attractive, in his own way, and that taking him as a lover would be a welcome change. Also having that genius on his side would be a great help with restoring his pride and returning the Kodiak to their proper place. Having made up his mind he had gone about trying to secure him.

His initial displaying seemed to go across quite well, if the aroused smell coming off the boy was any indication. So he'd been quite surprised when the human had instead of acting on it started to avoid him. This reaction continued to bemuse him and had left him contemplating other ways to go about courting him.

It was here that Tyr's train of thoughts was interrupted by the door sliding open. Looking up there were many things Try would have expected to see , Hunt again trying to play buddy-buddy with him or Valentine's attempts to flirt to name a few, what he was not expecting was the sight currently before his eyes.

Harper stood in the door way looking like he had just stepped out of one of Tyr's more vivid dreams, his lithe frame wrapped in tight leathers and a teasing smile adorning his lips. It took a couple of seconds for Tyr to realise that he wasn't in fact imagining it, and that his walking wet dream actually was currently walking over, hips swaying in a very suggestive manner. He also noticed that Harpers hair seemed to have grown a bit the spikes being replaced by a wonderfully tussled look, like he'd just woken up.

“Tyr, there you are! I've been looking for you.” Was all but purred out as Harper came to stand at the foot of the bench he'd been using to press weights. The close proximity gave rise to another slight difference, Harper didn't smell like he usually did, while he could still smell the unique scent of the human there was another faint scent present. A moment later he was able to identify it as his own, but how was that possible, the only way was if he'd... He certainly didn't remember doing that.

His train of thought was once again derailed as Harper climbed up on to the bench in front of him and situated himself between his strong thighs and proceeded to start nuzzling at the point on his neck just below his ear. “I missed you this morning.” He continued before beginning to nibble on the lobe of Tyr's ear itself. ”I was hoping to continue where we left off last night.”

This statement caused Tyr a flash of momentary confusion, despite the rather enjoyable sensation of the mouth on his ear and the hand just starting to work its way over his bare chest. Last night? Flashed through his mind as reason started to catch up with him. Gently pushing Harper off him so that a few inches separated them before looking into the sparkling blue eyes.

“Last night?” He enquired. Harper had started to play with his bottom lip, nibbling it between white teeth causing it to start swelling slightly, he seemed to think for a moment before replying.

“Ummhmm, I missed you this morning.” At this the lips formed a pout before he leaned forward to once again claim his place at Tyr's neck. The mouth was slowly working its way downwards, as the hands lifted again only this time they were being gently trailed over the sensitive skin around his bone blades. As the mouth reached the juncture where neck met shoulder he suddenly bit down. Hard. The combination of sensations caused rational thought to evaporate only to be replaced by the need to claim the body in front of him and show him just who was Alpha around here. Surging forward he swiftly had the smaller body pinned to the bench, the slim wrists held over the blond head, leaning down he repeated Harper's actions, clamping down on the neck intent on claiming the body below him.

However he was again taken by surprise when he felt a tongue start to lick at the skin of the arm laying alongside the boys head. Glancing up from where his mouth was currently occupied he saw the tongue make its way over to the base of his nearest blade. Lifting his head to follow it's progress he noticed the mischievous gleam in Harpers eyes before he latched on to base and did something with his tongue that had Tyr seeing stars. The distraction gave Harper enough time to pull his arms free from the slackened grip and reach up to tangle in the Nietzschean's long braids.

Pulling down he changed his target to the mouth above and proceeded with another demonstration of just how good that tongue was. Is that a stud I feel? Interesting, he'd never noticed that before, not that he was complaining as it led to some rather interesting sensations. I wonder what that will feel like elsewhere. Taking back control he returned to his spot on Harpers neck before moving to the opposite side and biting down again, moving slowly down to nibble along the exposed collarbones. Harpers hands were again beginning to wander, stroking over the strong back before moving down to start tugging at the top of Tyr's exercise shorts.

Tyr had was just starting to work free the buttons on Harpers leather vest when the door opened again, followed by a sharp gasp. Looking over at the door he saw Hunt standing there with his mouth agape, looking rather like a fish. It didn't last long as Hunt quickly regained his usual composure.

“What is going on in here?” He demanded as he walked further into the room. Below him Harper lifted up his head to study Dylan over the top of Tyr's broad shoulder, before dropping his head back down seemingly dismissing the captain all together. He returned to stroking along the waistband of Tyr's shorts with one hand, the other resting possessively on the swell of Tyr's arse. Hunt took another step in their direction repeating his demand, louder this time. Still ignoring the captain Harper moved the hand that had been on Tyr's arse around to start tweaking one of the brown nipples above him, earning a rumbled moan from the large chest above him. Glancing down at Harper Tyr noticed that he seemed quite intent on ignoring the interruption all together, and took the opportunity to lock lips with the Nietzschean initiating another passionate battle of tongues. Footsteps swiftly approached the end of the bench as Hunt walked over intent on getting the answer to his question.

“Stop that this instant. I demand an explanation as to just what is going on here” The hand on the waistband of his shorts briefly left and Tyr got the impression that it has likely just made a rather rude gesture in Hunt's direction. If the outraged gasp was anything to go by, before returning to it's earlier position and delving into the back of his shorts to grab at one rounded cheek.

“STOP THAT!” Apparently Hunt had lost his patience as he reached over to grab at Harpers arm and remove it from the shorts. What happened next Tyr will always remember with a mixture of bewilderment and amusement, as with speed he didn't know the boy possessed he slipped out from under the body above him and had Hunt on his front, pining the much larger body down on to the ground, one arm held in an awkward position high up the man's back before he could blink. Bending down from his position above the captain he growled in his ear

“We need not explain ourselves to you. You will not touch me again without permission. And you will never interrupt us when we are so engaged.” With that he rose, though not before twisting the arm a fraction more, earning a pained groan from below, and not giving the man on the floor another thought grabbed hold of a stunned Tyr's wrist proceeding to all but drag him from the room. They left Hunt to look after them with a bewildered expression on his face.

Tyr smirked this was promising to be rather interesting. Now if only I knew what has brought on the rather dramatic change in the engineer, he'd worry about it later, right now he was going to enjoy himself.

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