Title: Wash Day
Author: Loonywoif
E-mail: loonywoif@juno.com
Website: http://writingonthewall.slashcity.tv/~sunsinger/Woods.htm
Fandom: Andromeda
Pairing: Implied Harper/Dylan/Tyr
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not Ours
Notes: Ok, our washer broke down, no clean clothes for 3 weeks. This is a celebratory snippet cause we bought a new washer!

Wash Day

"What do you mean it’s broken. It can’t be broken, we need it."

"It’s broken, as in, it does not work, it will not function."

"Let me at it."

Tyr lead Harper down the hall and opened the door.

Three hours later:

Harper walked out. Standing there waiting was the entire crew of the Andromeda.

Smiling, Harper bowed and indicated the fixed washing machine. Dylan flew in and dumped his clothes in.

"What would we do without you, Harper?"

"Don’t know boss man but you and Tyr can pay me later."

"Good. Tonight."

The End

Title: Thinker
Author: Loonywoif
E-mail: loonywoif@juno.com
Website: http://writingonthewall.slashcity.tv/~sunsinger/Woods.htm
Fandom: Andromeda
Pairing: Implied Harper/Dylan/Tyr
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not Ours

Thinker

They are such contrasts. Similar in height, Dylan's a little taller. One has the richest darkest blond hair I've ever seen. It almost looks like those 'amber waves of grain' in that old song. Brushed back in soft waves, it was dark now with sweat and sticking to his forehead. My other lies spread out for once in a seeming almost innocent sprawl. Knowing that this particular feline could be up and armed in less than 2 seconds, really made me feel safe. Both have those broad shoulders and are definitely built. Tyr is like a cat, all lines and grace. Dylan's built like a powerful dog. Strange I read that dogs and cats used to be enemies and fight a lot. Sorta like these two. One day they would rebuild the Commonwealth and the Kodiak Pride. One day, these two great man will wake up and wonder what the hell made then hook up with a scrawny, too thin, sickly young man.

Tyr moved closer to his bedmate, "He's thinking again."

Dylan grunted and wrapped his arms around the man next to him. "HARPER! Sleep. We aren't ever getting rid of you. You belong to us both and deal with it."

"Listen to Captain Idiot and sleep. The children will wake us up soon enough."

"Ok. Move over." Seamus Zelazny Harper Hunt Anasazi smiled and snuggled between his husbands. He really should sleep more, raising twenty-three orphan kids was a lot of work.

The End