Angels

BY : PEJA
Category: 1 through F > Andromeda
Dragon prints: 4255
Disclaimer: I do not own Andromeda. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Angels: Decay of Angels
by peja
FRM
Spoilers: Angel of Decay
Summary: Harper realizes his worst fears
Warning: Cutting
Categories: slash fiction
Characters: Seamus Harper
Series: Angels


1. Decay of Angels
by Peja

"Your handling him wrong." Rhade said suddenly, breaking the silence that he'd shared with Dylan for several minutes.

"Hm?" Dylan's head swiveled round distractedly. "Who?"

"Harper," Rhade said softly. "You're handling him wrong."

"Oh," Dylan nodded his head in understanding. "He'll come around."

"He thinks you distrust him."

Dylan grinned, shrugging off Rhade's concern. "Harper works better if he's off center. Tries harder."

Rhade shook his head, getting to his feet. "Not this time, Dylan." he said firmly. "Harper's been trapped here years. We've only been here a few months. This place changes men." He stalked toward the door with the parting shot, "And he knows we were going after that slipstream without him." He paused, casting a glare over his shoulder. "Why would we have done that if we'd planned to take him out of here with us."

*

Staring wide eyes into the darkness, Harper slit the skin of his shoulder. Blood pulsed free following the path of the blade, releasing a deep dark agony that threatened to consume him.

Doyle knew the truth.

He smiled mirthlessly and cut another, deeper swath through his shoulder.

Doyle was remembering more and more of her history with Dylan.

The blade cut again.

Dylan would have left him.

Another flash. Deeper. More vicious than ever before.

He staggered under the weight of his anguish, dropping the knife at his feet. Desolate eyes traced the path of blood coursing unhampered down his chest.

Tilting his head slightly to the side he dragged a finger through the rivulets of blood and lifted it to his mouth, sucking it off like it were candy. He dipped his finger int he hot blood once more, licking it off again, then again and again, until finally he rubbed his palm in the gore and continued to lap it up, devouring his pain as it flowed from him.

*

Rhade stalked through Harper's quarters, booming his name through the halls

"Harper is busy." Doyle said, gliding to intercept the abrasive man. "He doesn't want to be disturbed."

"Drinking?" Rhade demanded, staring darkly into her steady eyes.

Doyle stilled suddenly, her senses telling her exactly what was going on in Harper's rooms. "That's his business."

Shaking his head, Rhade scanned the dark rooms for a sign of the man who had worried his thoughts most of the night. "I want to talk to him."

"Rhade," her voice came out strange, strangled. "Leave him alone."

Something in her voice, her eyes alerted the man and he grasped Doyle's upper arms, his dark gaze probing her face for the truth. "I need to see him, Doyle." he said firmly. "He...there's something not right in him. Something that .."He shrugged. "Doyle, please."

*

Feeling light-headed, but needing more, Harper leaned over to retrieve his blade.

The world tilted under him and he crashed in a heap on the floor. A high-pitched giggle escaped his white lips as he rolled over and crumpled again. Another giggle burst from his lips followed by a curse when he discovered the blade was several feet out of reach.

Drawing a deep breath he began to inch his way toward the blade that would release the anguish that was rebuilding inside him.

*

Rhade knew the sound of a body hitting ground as well as any man. His hard glare stabbed into Doyle's wide eyes and he thrust her aside, stalking toward the door that concealed his goal.

He threw the door open in time to see Harper's fingers curl around the handle of the bloodied dagger.

Harper's head came round slowly, his vision unfocused and swirling as his blood pulsed steadily out on the floor

Rhade's eyes widened, taking in the blood smeared face. The bloodied hand clutching the dagger as if is life depended on it. The dead emotionless gaze of the once hyper alive engineer.

He had no idea how he crossed the space between them, only knew he suddenly had a limp bundle of blood stained engineer in his arms. He wrenched the dagger from unresisting fingers and hurled it across the room.

"Harper, look at me, boy."

Harper's head lolled on Rhade's arm and he smiled. "tired...."

"You stay awake, Harper." Rhade snarled, taking the white terry cloth Doyle handed him and pressed it against the seeping cuts. "You hear me. Stay awake."

"Strike three." Harper whispered.

Doyle went down on one knee next to him, hit by a memory that could only come from Rommie. A memory of Dylan telling Harper he had two strikes against him. Telling him three and your out.

She met Rhade's gaze letting him read the fear in her eyes.

Harper's head rolled a bit and he managed a wavery smile for her. "....tired."

His body shuddered as his lids closed over serene eyes.


END THIS PART


You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story