dreams_dont_die: (That's ... not good)
There was something Dylan failed to think through before he spent the night in Marion's room.

Okay. There was more than one thing he failed to think through, but there's one thing that's important that occurs to him as he 's making his -- admittedly short -- way between Marion's room and his, and that is that, unlike Marion, he has a roommate.

He hasn't had a roommate for a very long time, especially if you discount the home he'd occasionally, when their schedules allowed it, shared with Sara on Tarn-Vedra. Admittedly, on his ship, there'd be Rommie to disapprove, because there's only so much privacy possible on a ship run by an AI, especially when she makes it her duty to know what's going on with you.

There's no shame for him in this, but he's also not keen on the idea of being interrogated by his still none-too-friendly roommate. Especially when he's still wearing last night's workout clothes. (He could, of course, have gotten new clothes from Marion's replicator, but for the short walk to his room, it hadn't seemed worth it.)

He's not sure what the time is, but he has a feeling it's a little too late to expect Lucie to still be asleep. He'd gotten ... distracted for a while before he'd said goodbye to Marion.

That's why Dylan's trying to be as quiet as possible when he slips back into room 748.
dreams_dont_die: (Careful!)
This thing with Harper isn't going away.

Dylan's relationship with Harper has never been this strained for this long. They've had disagreements. Harper can be a handful, and it can take a firm, sometimes very firm, hand to draw him into line. It had been hard, at first, learning how to command each of the members of his new crew. Each of them needs something different, and Harper ... needs somewhere to belong. And, occasionally, to be reminded what is and isn't appropriate and acceptable for the crew that's trying to restore the Commonwealth.

Until now, it's always blown over with time. Even when Dylan's failings were worse than just not being sure how best to combine support and discipline with Harper. There have been times when he's failed him on a much deeper level than that. Like over Earth.

Still, it's never been like this. Harper's been snappy and unpleasant for weeks, and it's untenable. He needs his engineer.

Besides, if this was about trust and mistrust and Harper's behavior, what he's learned from Captain Rogers goes a long way towards addressing that.

This would be better were it not for the bright blue hair and the historic naval uniform, but it's gone on too long already, and he's worked out his strategy, which is why he has one of his bracers tucked into his belt as he strides down the corridor towards Harper's room.

When Harper answers the door, he'll be greeted by his captain with a terse expression on his face and a warning finger raised to forestall Harper's commentary.

"Not. A. Word. About the hair."
dreams_dont_die: (Nobody in space has any manners!)
Dylan's not in Ten Forward when people's clothes start changing; he's in his room, sprawled across his bed reading one of Julian's books and taking notes on the flexi Trance had given him when he first arrived here. Building up his profile of the Federation, drawing parallels between it and the Commonwealth and, more importantly, drawing contrasts, has been taking up much of his time, when he can find the focus for it.

He does have other things on his mind.

He's set aside the PADD and flexi for a moment and headed into the main living area. He's standing in front of the replicator, because he's just asked for something to eat when ... something happens. Something that sets his senses straight to alert: another flash of light, like when he'd first arrived here. Reality doesn't shift around him, but his hand drops to his holster ...

Which suddenly isn't there. Instead, he's wearing a sheathed sword, and his uniform turtleneck and pants have been replaced by ... what? He turns away from the machine, heading back to his room to look himself over in the tiny mirror in the room to find that he looks like he's stepped out of an old Earth history lesson.

Like Lord Nelson or someone of his ilk.

That's rather a lot of ostentatious gold on the tailcoat he's wearing.

When he heads back into the living area to find the replicator's replaced the salad he'd asked for with something that looks like a bowl of confectionery, he glares at it.


Well, this is just great.
dreams_dont_die: (Rommie - I need you)
Earlier today ...

[ In which it is decided that none of the crew like zombies. Especially Beka and Dylan. TW for character death, violence, suicide themes. ]

The biggest surprise in the aftermath of the zombie attack on his ship comes from the ship herself. Rommie, who stood by him all day, even when he'd asked her to do other things. Rommie, who sometimes looks at him like she's just as confused by him as he is by Trance.

Rommie, who asks if she can speak to him alone and then leads him out onto the observation deck, where the stars are finally moving as they head towards a slippoint.

"When things got bad back there, I didn't think you were going to make it, and I realised something."

He thinks, then, that he knows where this is going. "I may be virtually indestructible, but you, you are..."

"Me, well, I just think I'm indestructible." He smiles, hands on his hips, teasing her like he would anyone else who said it to him.

But she's not anyone else. She's Rommie, and she's still new. Less than two years old in this form. New in this body, in this experience of being both a part of and separate from the ship itself. She blinks, smiles, and he recognizes the look she gets when she thinks something doesn't compute.

Even if it does.

"One day you're going to die, Dylan. And I care about you. Not just as a Captain, but as a person. I don't want to lose you. You're all that I have."

This conversation.

This would have been easier back in the High Guard days, when a captain was posted to a ship for four years and rotated off at the end of them, handing over to the first officer.

But he and Andromeda have been together longer than that.

There's no other captain for her and no other ship for him. But even if there were, he wouldn't want it. Not now. Not after she brought him through three hundred years in a black hole and brought him out again. Not after this time they've spent together drawing a line for civilization against the darkness that's fallen on the Three Galaxies.

Not after everything they've been to each other.

They used to warn captains, back in the day, what happened when their AIs became too attached to them. And vice-versa. But Dylan and Rommie ... they've been through things no captain and ship have ever faced before. And through it all, they've stood together.

"Rommie," he says, softly, shaking his head, "I can't promise I'll never die, but I promise you'll never lose me."

She may survive him, true, but if she does, there'll always be a place where she can hold onto him. She'd told him, once, that she didn't have a heart, that a warship was good for nothing but killing.

And he'd told her the captain was there to be the warship's heart. To temper her with the compassion her programming can't allow. But Rommie ...

She's learning those things herself.

Even if now, she's staring at him like he's an equation that's threatening to break space-time.

She closes her eyes, turns away, starts walking, staring into the gently moving stars through the window.

"How do you do it? Humans, how do humans do it? How do they make friends, have relationships?" She turns around, staring at him, her eyes pleading him for the answers. "Fall in love? How do they connect knowing that nothing is permanent, that even love dies?"

"You see, that's where you're wrong," he says, gently, stepping forward to close the gap between them. "Love doesn't die. It's the only thing that lasts forever. I mean, your body could be destroyed or run out of power." His gaze turns, staring out into the distance in the stars. "But when the universe ends and the last star burns out, the only thing left will be love."

He's spent so much time here, thinking about just that.

Staring out into space and remembering all the people he's lost. The crew who once bustled through the now-empty corridors of this beautiful ship. The ones killed at Hepahistos and the ones who made it but he'd never see again. His family, back on Tarn Vedra, lost to time, just like their planet. Comrades in arms. Even Gaheris.

And most of all, the love that still burns in his heart, the one he knows will still be there when all those stars are gone.

The one that means he knows exactly what Rommie's afraid of. Sara. Forever a part of his being, even after three hundred years.

When he looks back down at her, it's with a fond smile, but she's staring at him again, uncomprehending.

"I don't understand."

"Yes you do." And just like he would if she were human, he bends to press a kiss to her cheek. Her eyes are still full of questions as she looks back up at him, but he just smiles.

"Yes you do."
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