Brass is a character which should have gotten his own story!
This could be his. :-) It's not finished yet but I hope you enjoy it.
*may contain spoilers*

"What is it, Zandy?" Slade leaned back in his chair and placed his big feet on his desk as he took the incoming call from Tiger's mate.

"We received something today you should really have a look at."

"Any hate groups with serious threats again?" he asked and yawned. It really got ridiculous after all these years.

"No! Not at all! No haters! Right the opposite. It's something that might affect all New Species. Can I come over? Please?"

He frowned and sat up straight again. Zandy was mated to Tiger for a couple of years now and Slade knew her well enough to realize she was utterly upset. "My door is always open for you."

Slade jumped out of the helicopter that brought him to Homeland. The trip seemed endless today. He stormed into Justice's office.

"You must read this!" He waved a piece of paper in front of his leader's nose.

Frowning Justice looked up from his work but took it and realized it was a letter. Long seconds passed while his eyes flew over the text. After finishing he gazed at Slade and blinked a few times. His features showed a mixture of shock and confusion.

Suddenly he stood. "Where's that diary?"

Slade held the small book out to Justice. "I marked the important pages for you."

Justice eyed him suspiciously. "Do you think it's a fake?"

Slade shook his head. "I don't think so. Why forge a story like this? It wouldn't help Mercile in any way. On the contrary! It puts them in a bad light."

Justice flipped the diary open at the marks Slade had set and read it. After a while he closed the book and faced Slade thoughtfully. "Who knows about this?"

"Just Zandy and I. Well... She probably told Tiger."

"I call the council and demand an emergency meeting," Justice said. "They need to be informed. It's utmost important." This might change everything!

Brass sat opposite Justice and Slade and opened the ornate wooden casket. Cute little booties lay in there and a tiny black ringlet with a light blue ribbon tied around it. He swallowed hard past the lump forming in his throat. Brass looked up and met the other males' gazes. His mind went blank and his heart thundered in his chest.

"There's more," Justice said. "A diary and personal mail to you." He opened the drawer of his desk and took out a small book and package of sealed letters, placing them in front of Brass.

"Did you read them?" Brass asked.

"Only parts of the diary," Slade replied. "The letters are addressed to you, so we and the council stood back from reading them."

"You should really read everything in private," Justice said. "You're off duty for the next couple of days. Take your time."

Nodding Brass grabbed the diary and the letters and silently left the room.

Brass was sprawled out on his sofa for hours now and just finished the diary. What he read was unbelievable. This woman… No! Wrong term! His surrogate mother Vera had loved him while he grew inside her and tried to steal him from Mercile when he was born but got caught. She celebrated his birthday every year and wrote him letters at Christmas. He had to stop reading several times because it was too much to take. Never before had he cried so much and probably never would again. He grabbed Melanie Frost's covering letter again. He almost memorized each word already but he needed to read it over and over and over.

To whom it may concern

Dear sir or madam,

Please accept my apology for bothering you but I discovered something that might bring the New Species people some peace of mind.

My name is Melanie Frost and my parents died in a car crash a couple of months ago. By sorting out the inheritance I found out that I was carried to term by a surrogate mother named Vera Baker. So I made it my mission to find her. As I finally did I had to face the fact that she lay dying in a hospice. Her brother being in charge of her household liquidation allowed me to have a look at her personal belongings. I found a diary and several other things which you please find enclosed. In a nutshell Ms. Baker was the surrogate mother of the New Species male "311". She named him "Gideon" instead and suffered her whole life because of what was done to him. Please read the diary. It explains everything.

I hope from the bottom of my heart this finds "Gideon" (I refuse to use his number!) in good health. But at least it is a concern of mine to let you know that Ms. Baker loved "Gideon" dearly.

Sincerely yours,

Melanie Frost

He sat up and wiped the tears away with the back of his hands. Justice offered him to find out in which hospice Vera Baker lay. And Brass wanted that! He wanted to look into the eyes of the woman who risked her life to save him from Mercile. He stomped over to the phone and dialed Justice's number.

"How are you today, Vera? Did you sleep well?" Melanie leaned down to the woman in the hospital bed and started to comb her hair.

Before she could answer, there was a knock on the door. Melanie smiled at Vera. "I'll be right back." Hurrying to the door, she opened it and slid outside. The nurse standing there seemed nervous.

"I'm sorry to disturb you but you have a visitor." She motioned to a tall figure presenting Melanie his broad back before he suddenly turned. She sucked in the air. A New Species male! He hesitantly took a step towards her with a stern look on his handsome face. He wore a black uniform with a white NSO sign. She assumed he was canine Species since he didn't have the cat-like eyes she'd seen on Justice North on TV. Was that him? Or did this officer just show up to tell her not to dare to ever bother the NSO again? She swallowed hard as he approached and the nurse hurried back to her counter.

"Ms. Frost?" His deep voice was gentle as they stared in each other's eyes. She nodded slowly. He offered his hand and a faint smile crossed his features. "I'm 311. Or Gideon if you wish."

"So you did survive," she muttered and took his hand cupping it with her other. "I hoped so badly you were still alive when I found Vera's diary." She cleared her throat and opened her arms. "Can we just hug instead of shaking hands? I suppose we're siblings of some kind."

His smile grew wider. The idea of having a sister was more than appealing. She was right the opposite of him - all small and delicate. He'd have to be careful not to crush her. Bending down he gave her a light squeeze.

"What's the name you chose?" she asked as they parted.

"Brass... My name is Brass."

"Nice to meet you, Brass," she smiled. "I'm Melanie."

"Thank you so much for contacting the NSO. This information means the world to all of my people."

"You're very welcome. And I assumed so. Since I didn't know if you survived I thought at least it's good to know for the New Species that not all surrogate mothers were careless monsters and just greedy for money."

"May I... Can I visit Vera?"

She nodded, took his hand and opened the door to let him in. "Vera?" She spoke softly as she approached the bed with him. "There's someone who'd like to meet you."

Brass leaned down and his face hovered over the haggard woman. "Hi," he said with a smile and tried to hide his shock. Compared to her a zombie was the picture of health. A shaking hand lifted to cup his cheek and weary eyes full of disbelieve roamed his face.

"These eyes... Gideon?" she croaked. "Is that you? Am I dreaming?"

He cupped her hand with his and pressed it to his cheek. "No... I'm here."

"I can't believe it. How did you find me?"

"Melanie wrote a letter to the NSO and they contacted me. So I rushed to your side."

Tears flooded her eyes. "I didn't know that Mercile manipulated your DNA. They betrayed me and said they're testing medication for high-risk pregnancies that wouldn't harm you. And that parents would be waiting for you already," she claimed. „When you were born, it was obvious that you weren't fully human. Then they gave you that awful number and called you a cub. I immediately understood what was going on. I planned to steal you and flee. I really did! But they caught me. They tortured me and threatened to kill you if I should ever talk. I couldn't let that happen. Can you forgive me? Please?" She tried to sit up straight but she was too weak already.

Smiling softly, he grabbed her shoulders and eased her back into the pillow. "Calm down. Melanie sent your diary to the NSO. I know everything and I understand. We're both victims of Mercile and did what we had to do to survive," he whispered. "A medical team of the NSO is on its way. I'm taking you to Homeland and I'll take care of you like a son should. Justice North said you're considered Species."

Melanie listened to his words and her heart broke. She had just found her surrogate mother and was about to lose her. But she understood his motives. While she had wonderful parents who raised her with all the love they had to give, he had no one and hell on earth. Tears threatened to spill. She turned quietly to leave Vera to him as he suddenly spoke.

"Melanie?"

Covertly she blinked back the tears and spun on her heel to face him. His beautiful hazel eyes watched her. "Do you want to join us to Homeland? You'd be welcome as well."

"Are you sure? I mean... I'm human."

He smiled. "I bet you have no idea what your letter meant to all of us. My people are eager to meet you both. And as you said... We're siblings somehow and that makes you Species. I never had a family. And now I found a mother and a sister. Allow me to take care of you both. Please?"

His offer startled her. "Did you consider that I might have ties."

He chuckled. "You might but you don't. We always do our homework. The NSO did a background check on you."

She cocked her head and studied him. That was kind of creepy but understandable from their perspective. And actually he was right. She had nowhere to go from here. Her boyfriend – EX-boyfriend to be precise – cheated on her with a pneumatic blonde when she grieved for her parents and searched for Vera. Great timing! But the vengeance was hers! She sold her parents' house and made him homeless since Big-Boobs-Blondie decided to stick to her sugar daddy. Served him right! Additionally he taught her a few new cuss words that made her alternately pale and blush, while she threw his shit out of the bedroom window. But all in all it was sooo worth it! Boy, did it feel good! Suddenly she grinned.

"I'd love to meet your people, Brass."