Captain Dylan Hunt (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dreams_dont_die) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
ten_fwd2014-12-18 02:57 am
dreams_dont_die) wrote in ten_fwd2014-12-18 02:57 am
Entry tags:
(no subject)
Dylan's been spending less time in the lounge lately, less time in the places where he's forced to be around others. He's been practicing in the gym, shooting hoops and trying not to remember doing just that with Gaheris on the Andromeda, finessing his combat technique in the martial arts training area, working himself to exhaustion more often than not.
He's been avoiding his crew, too.
Still, he has to eat, and he's not in the mood to talk to Lucie, so he's come to the lounge and taken a table that lets him stare at the stars as they pass, though he feels little of the wonder traveling faster than light without Slipstream first made him feel. He's toying with the remnants of a meal, though it's clear he hasn't eaten much.
Beka, if she were here, would call it brooding.
Gaheris Rhade is here.
His best friend. The man he'd trusted with everything he cared for: his ship, his crew, his life. His fiancée. His friendship. Gaheris had been the one man he'd trusted above anyone else, and Gaheris had betrayed that trust. Because of Gaheris, Dylan lost Sara, lost his crew, lost his home and the whole world he'd ever known, his friends, his family, everything but Andromeda, and it was only by a near-impossible chance of science that he had his ship and his life.
Gaheris had tried to kill him, and his sabotage had nearly fed Andromeda to the black hole. And Gaheris is here, acting like none of it ever happened.
Starfleet would tell him not to interfere with the timeline, not to let Gaheris know what had happened, that he knew the plans for betrayal and the destruction of everything Dylan believed in that his two-faced supposed friend had fostered for so long.
Dylan couldn't do it. He couldn't face the man who'd haunted his memories and his nightmares, his flashbacks and his fears, and pretend they were still the best of friends. So Dylan had pulled a weapon on his best friend and driven him away.
He wants to believe he doesn't regret it. He doesn't miss Gaheris. He doesn't long for any contact with the world he'd thought was gone forever.
It's not as easy to believe as it should be.
[ OTA but particularly to his crew and those with whom he has substantial CR ]
He's been avoiding his crew, too.
Still, he has to eat, and he's not in the mood to talk to Lucie, so he's come to the lounge and taken a table that lets him stare at the stars as they pass, though he feels little of the wonder traveling faster than light without Slipstream first made him feel. He's toying with the remnants of a meal, though it's clear he hasn't eaten much.
Beka, if she were here, would call it brooding.
Gaheris Rhade is here.
His best friend. The man he'd trusted with everything he cared for: his ship, his crew, his life. His fiancée. His friendship. Gaheris had been the one man he'd trusted above anyone else, and Gaheris had betrayed that trust. Because of Gaheris, Dylan lost Sara, lost his crew, lost his home and the whole world he'd ever known, his friends, his family, everything but Andromeda, and it was only by a near-impossible chance of science that he had his ship and his life.
Gaheris had tried to kill him, and his sabotage had nearly fed Andromeda to the black hole. And Gaheris is here, acting like none of it ever happened.
Starfleet would tell him not to interfere with the timeline, not to let Gaheris know what had happened, that he knew the plans for betrayal and the destruction of everything Dylan believed in that his two-faced supposed friend had fostered for so long.
Dylan couldn't do it. He couldn't face the man who'd haunted his memories and his nightmares, his flashbacks and his fears, and pretend they were still the best of friends. So Dylan had pulled a weapon on his best friend and driven him away.
He wants to believe he doesn't regret it. He doesn't miss Gaheris. He doesn't long for any contact with the world he'd thought was gone forever.
It's not as easy to believe as it should be.
[ OTA but particularly to his crew and those with whom he has substantial CR ]
no subject
He was also concerned.
As much of an annoying brat that he could be, he cared about Dylan. More than he said.
So he quietly sat there and waited. An amazing feat for someone who could be a tornado of destruction and mess all by himself.
no subject
So after a few moments of Harper sitting there, a few moments to gather his thoughts to say what might need to be said to his crew, or what he needs to say to them. He's not entirely sure which it is. Is Gaheris a threat to other representatives of the Commonwealth here, those to whom he has no personal loyalty? Not that his personal loyalty had stood for much when he'd turned on his captain.
He doesn't know, and he doesn't like not knowing, not being able to read a person or a situation.
When he looks across at Harper, he speaks quietly.
"Gaheris Rhade is here."
no subject
"The other one." Oh yeah, he knew enough to fill in a few gaps on why Dylan was moping. Because that's what it was. Moping. But Dylan had been there for Harper enough times already for Harper to want to help him. Not that he ever seemed to say the right thing. So staying quiet and just taking picking off the Captain's plate is a significant thing.
"Did you talk?"