[Andromeda] From my heart and from my hand
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dontwantmebackTitle: From my heart and from my hand
Fandom: Andromeda
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Harper fixes Rommie
Note: Written forniko at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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"Andromeda, what do you think you're doing?" demanded Seamus Harper, super genius extraordinaire when he walked into his machine shop to find the ship's hot-bodied avatar with one of his tools and a shredded forearm. Of course, Rommie didn't look at him when he spoke; instead the hologram version of her personality fizzled in before him, looking, for all intents and purposes, confused by his question.
"I'm doing any number of things, Harper. Could you be more specific?"
"I wasn't talking to you," Harper grouched, and stepped around the hologram. Most people in his day and age might have simply stepped through her, but then again, most people didn't share Harper's deep affection for all things electronic. "Rommie!"
"Harper." She sounded so perfectly calm and not at all ashamed at being caught obviously trying to fix herself that Harper could almost be annoyed. If he didn't like her so much, and if she wasn't the only other person capable of actually fixing her.
So Harper ended up just heaving a put upon sigh that was at least half annoyance, and trudged over to yank away the tool, pulling her hand and turning it this way and that to survey the damage. Nothing too bad, he assessed, a few motor control connections severed but the cosmetic damage was the worst. It looked like some vicious wild animal had tried to rip her to pieces. But of course there were no vicious wild animals, or any other sort of wild animals, on board the Andromeda.
"What happened and what do I have to fix now?" Aside from the obvious.
"There are some shattered supports on deck twenty. I was trying to clear them when another collapsed."
The explanation wasn't surprising. Lately the ship was falling apart in all sorts of places recently. After a few attacks and not nearly enough people to complete repairs in a timely manner. Harper was amazing and completing the repairs at an almost inhuman rate but he was still human and there were a lot of repairs. And to be honest, structural issues in places no one ever went were secondary to bigger issues like getting weapons functioning or keeping the slipstream core from imploding.
"Add it to the list," he grumbled, then slapped a smile on his face and hopped up to sit on the workbench, holding Rommie's arm in his lap. "Well, let Daddy take a look and we'll fix you right up."
"Daddy?" There was a sufficient amount of disbelief that Harper almost laughed.
"Well technically I brought your beautiful self to life."
"By that logic, I think you'd be better suited to the term 'mother.'"
"Don't sass me, young lady."
"Young lady?"
Harper couldn't help it, he broke down in laughter. Laughter so overwhelming that it took a good minute or two for him to calm down enough to start fixing Rommie's damaged arm. It didn't take long. A few circuits reconnected and her outer skin sealed up neatly. There was nothing he could do for her tattered sleeve; he was an engineer not a tailor. It was Rommie's own stupid fault for ripping up her arm, anyway. And Rommie's clothes had never been Harper's responsibility. If he had any say in it, she'd be walking her stunning body around the ship bare as the day he'd made her. But no one listened to his opinion on these things.
"There we go! Good as new!"
"Thank you, Harper." If it had been anyone but Rommie, Harper probably would have gotten a hug, with that tone of voice. But from Rommie, he just got a soft kind of half smile and a nod. Which was a lot from her on most days, and even though he wasn't happy to admit it, Harper loved any and all attention he got from his creation. Despite the love he showered on her, Rommie wasn't programmed, or inclined, to return it.
"Yeah, yeah," he waved off her thanks, though. It wouldn't do to let her know just how much he wanted her attention. "Get back to work."
Rommie just smiled again and left without another comment, leaving Harper to smile right back after her.
Fandom: Andromeda
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Harper fixes Rommie
Note: Written for
niko at fandom_stocking"Andromeda, what do you think you're doing?" demanded Seamus Harper, super genius extraordinaire when he walked into his machine shop to find the ship's hot-bodied avatar with one of his tools and a shredded forearm. Of course, Rommie didn't look at him when he spoke; instead the hologram version of her personality fizzled in before him, looking, for all intents and purposes, confused by his question.
"I'm doing any number of things, Harper. Could you be more specific?"
"I wasn't talking to you," Harper grouched, and stepped around the hologram. Most people in his day and age might have simply stepped through her, but then again, most people didn't share Harper's deep affection for all things electronic. "Rommie!"
"Harper." She sounded so perfectly calm and not at all ashamed at being caught obviously trying to fix herself that Harper could almost be annoyed. If he didn't like her so much, and if she wasn't the only other person capable of actually fixing her.
So Harper ended up just heaving a put upon sigh that was at least half annoyance, and trudged over to yank away the tool, pulling her hand and turning it this way and that to survey the damage. Nothing too bad, he assessed, a few motor control connections severed but the cosmetic damage was the worst. It looked like some vicious wild animal had tried to rip her to pieces. But of course there were no vicious wild animals, or any other sort of wild animals, on board the Andromeda.
"What happened and what do I have to fix now?" Aside from the obvious.
"There are some shattered supports on deck twenty. I was trying to clear them when another collapsed."
The explanation wasn't surprising. Lately the ship was falling apart in all sorts of places recently. After a few attacks and not nearly enough people to complete repairs in a timely manner. Harper was amazing and completing the repairs at an almost inhuman rate but he was still human and there were a lot of repairs. And to be honest, structural issues in places no one ever went were secondary to bigger issues like getting weapons functioning or keeping the slipstream core from imploding.
"Add it to the list," he grumbled, then slapped a smile on his face and hopped up to sit on the workbench, holding Rommie's arm in his lap. "Well, let Daddy take a look and we'll fix you right up."
"Daddy?" There was a sufficient amount of disbelief that Harper almost laughed.
"Well technically I brought your beautiful self to life."
"By that logic, I think you'd be better suited to the term 'mother.'"
"Don't sass me, young lady."
"Young lady?"
Harper couldn't help it, he broke down in laughter. Laughter so overwhelming that it took a good minute or two for him to calm down enough to start fixing Rommie's damaged arm. It didn't take long. A few circuits reconnected and her outer skin sealed up neatly. There was nothing he could do for her tattered sleeve; he was an engineer not a tailor. It was Rommie's own stupid fault for ripping up her arm, anyway. And Rommie's clothes had never been Harper's responsibility. If he had any say in it, she'd be walking her stunning body around the ship bare as the day he'd made her. But no one listened to his opinion on these things.
"There we go! Good as new!"
"Thank you, Harper." If it had been anyone but Rommie, Harper probably would have gotten a hug, with that tone of voice. But from Rommie, he just got a soft kind of half smile and a nod. Which was a lot from her on most days, and even though he wasn't happy to admit it, Harper loved any and all attention he got from his creation. Despite the love he showered on her, Rommie wasn't programmed, or inclined, to return it.
"Yeah, yeah," he waved off her thanks, though. It wouldn't do to let her know just how much he wanted her attention. "Get back to work."
Rommie just smiled again and left without another comment, leaving Harper to smile right back after her.