Purple Tails and Silver Flowers [Andromeda][K+]

[Wushu]

Ok, this story was a collaboration between myself and mizor. Since he is posting it over on fanfiction.net, i'm posting it here. Here is the link to his ff.net profile: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/717709/squid109

Now, on to the story.



Chapter 1

“Uhg... my aching head, did I step in front of a speeding freighter?” Harper asked as he awoke to a throbbing headache.

Groggily he lifted his head, which felt like a Magog was sitting on it. Struggling to see through bloodshot and bleary eyes, he raised his hand to rub his eyes.

The mere act of lifting his hand from the blankets brought home the realization that he was naked. Confused as to where he was and why he was naked he began survey his surroundings.

Looking around he realized he wasn't in his quarters. The soft white sheets beneath him proved that; he’d never had white sheets in his quarters, reminded him too much of a Hospital. Nor was he in any of the quarters aboard the Andromeda that he recognized; yet there was something vaguely familiar about them and the hint of lilac in the sheets.

Sitting up straight in bed, his mind began a frantic chase. He must have gotten monumentally drunk last night, but he couldn't for the life of him remember a single thing that had happened.

Realization suddenly dawned that he wasn't alone in the bed. He looked over at the sleeping form, a stray draft causing it to shudder and dig deeper into the sheets, its tail brushing against his leg as it curled in on itself.

“A tail? Oh no, oh please no, don’t be who I think it is, please don’t be her,” he silently prayed to the Divine, hoping that He’d be listening.

Unable to make out any details through the sheets, he slowly folded down the covers, still praying against what his heart already knew, revealing the figure’s head. He stopped as soon as he saw the person, an expression of shock coming over his face.

“Trance...” he said in despair as his mind went into overdrive, trying to remember what the hell had happened last night, and why he was in bed with a sleeping, naked, Trance. Realizing that something bad must have happened he fell back into the blankets and threw his arm across his head as he tried to remember.

A few minutes later, after almost falling back to sleep, he was abruptly shaken from his thoughts as he felt a soft arm drape over him. Turning his head he noticed that Trance had rolled over and cuddled up to him. He smiled slightly, knowing that she was still lost in sleep; he took this time to savor the moment for he knew that one way or the other he was a dead man walking.

“Mmm,” a soft noise came from his side, Trance was waking up and Harper was royally screwed. Holding as still as he could he waited for the inevitable.

He didn’t have to wait long. Her eyes opened and she smiled softly for a moment before returning her head to his chest. Then she abruptly stiffened and her eyes shot open.

“Harper!” she cried as she literally jumped from the bed to land on the floor three feet away, her hand pointing at him accusingly. Harper for his part had done much the same thing, landing on the bedside opposite to Trance.

“What are you doing in my room?”

“What am I doing in your room?”

They both cried at the same time, confusion written across their faces.

“What do you mean? I thought you knew,” they once again spoke in unison.

“You don’t remember anything from last night?” Harper asked.

“No, it’s all a blur,” Trance said. She was silent for a moment then hysteria took over.

“Get out!” she screamed, advancing on Harper’s position.

“What?” he replied as he backed up into the wall, an enraged Trance coming ever closer. He knew from experience that a mad Trance only meant trouble.

“You obviously did something to me,” she said. She was standing inches from him, her hands balled into fists at her sides.

“What? I’d never…” he was cut off as one of her hands came up to beat on his chest.

“Well obviously you did! How else can you explain it?” she said as her other hand replaced the first and she began to beat a rhythm against his chest. In an act of self-defense, his hands shot up and grabbed her wrists, preventing her from striking him again.

“Well, I did...” he trailed off as he noticed something shining on her finger.

“You did! See I told you! You...” Her voice trailing off in turn as she noticed the look of shock and horror on Harper’s face

“What’s wrong?” she asked, concern for her friend overcoming hysteria.

Harper’s response was to release her hands and move away from her. Once he had a safe distance he answered her.

“Your hand Trance,” he said as he walked over the bed and sat down heavily on the edge, hands hanging between his legs as he stared blankly at the wall.

“My hand? What about my hand?” she began only to cut herself off as she noticed what he had. Hand lifting to her head she stumbled to sit beside Harper on her bed.

“A … a ring?” she mumbled as she pulled her hand from her head and held the clothed finger before her. After studying it for a moment she glanced over at Harper who was sitting on her right, her eyes lighting on his ring finger.

“Harper, look at your hand,” she said.

Without a word he merely raised his left hand to gaze at it. It was exactly what he thought, he too had a ring. Without a word he let his hand fall back to where it had rested, his head hanging from his shoulders as he took a breath.

“Oh no,” Trance muttered, realizing what Harper already had, “What have we done?”

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[mizor]

Hey where's the rest of it?

[Wushu]

SItting in a file on my computer. Need to break up the sections still and convert them into bbcode.