Disclaimer: ok here it goes- I don't own Andromeda nor do I own Third
watch. I know for sure Tribune (or however its spelt (is spelt even a
word?) oh well) owns Andromeda. this is a crossover fan fiction and I wish
I did own Harper or Tyr. My friend loves Bosco from Third Watch. Please
don't sue me.
A/N: ok in this fiction, all of the characters I use are in high school, Trance is human teenage girl with a golden tan. Rommie is also a human not an aviator. Thank you and I hope you enjoy. Oh yea Rev Bem is also a human. Sorry but the only way this crossover worked for me was to have everyone human.
Chapter One: "The foster parents"
As Beka followed Mrs. Trut to her office, she knew that there was yet another foster family was interested in her. She had been through more foster care in the last seven years then she had been in different cities with her father. Her mother died when she was five, and her father died five years after that, and her uncle; well he only cared for himself and his business. She touched the ring she wore on her right index finger. She remembered when her mother gave it to her right before she died. It was her mother's ring the only real memory of her mother. The ring was a dragon; it was her strength, her only comfort. They entered Mrs. Trut's office.
"Mr. and Mrs. Boscorelli, this is Rebecca Valentine. She is the young lady you wanted to foster. Rebecca dear, this will be your new foster family." Mrs. Trut said.
"Wonderful, just what I need a fake family." Beka mumbled under her breath. Her older brother, Rafe, had taken off the day he turned 18 and hadn't come back for her. It had been three years since he took off but still, he was the only close family she had. He promised to come for her, but nothing in those three years but a letter, with no return address, saying he found their Uncle Sid, a.k.a. 'Profit'. She didn't care about her uncle, never did after what he had done to her, she would never forgive him for what he had done.
"Rebecca haven't you heard anything that was said?" Mrs. Trut asked bringing Beka back to reality.
"Oh, what school will I be attending?" Beka asked.
"You will be attending Saint Joseph High Prep School." Mrs. Boscorelli answered politely.
"Oh great, not just a private school but a prep one at that." Beka said rudely.
"You will not use that tone young lady." Mr. Boscorelli said strictly.
"Oh yea? Whose gonna stop me? You?" Beka snapped back sarcastically.
"Rebecca, Mr. Boscorelli, please calm down. Rebecca please try this out. You are turning 18 soon and when you do you are no longer in my custody. But you will be under theirs until the end of the school year." Mrs. Trut said.
"Yea, whatever." Beka said rolling her eyes and folding her arms across her chest. Beka ended up following the Boscorelli's and Mrs. Trut outside to her faster parents' car.
"My father told me that I should never go anywhere with strangers." Beka said. It was partially sarcastic and partially calmly said. She didn't care if the foster family kept her or not. She always became out of control for the families.
"You know them Rebecca." Mrs. Trut said.
"I know who they are but I don't know them." Beka said, "for all I know they could be homicidal maniacs or messed up loons."
"Just go. If it doesn't work out you may come back. And if they were either of those things do you think I would have let them adopt the twins 6 months ago?" Mrs. Trut said.
"Yes." Beka said getting in the car. Mrs. Trut sighed and went back inside the building. They left and 45 minutes later they arrived at the Bosocrelli house. It was big- no wait it was huge. At least she got her own room. Mrs. Boscorelli showed Beka to her room.
Upon entering her room, "Dinner will be ready at 5:30, and the others will be home in an hour or so." Mrs. Boscorelli said. Before Beka could ask anything the lady had disappeared down the steps and into the kitchen. She sighed closing her door. She looked around her room she had a desk, a bookshelf, a bed and two nightstands, oh and her own bathroom. "Sweet" she said to no one in particular.
A/N: ok in this fiction, all of the characters I use are in high school, Trance is human teenage girl with a golden tan. Rommie is also a human not an aviator. Thank you and I hope you enjoy. Oh yea Rev Bem is also a human. Sorry but the only way this crossover worked for me was to have everyone human.
Chapter One: "The foster parents"
As Beka followed Mrs. Trut to her office, she knew that there was yet another foster family was interested in her. She had been through more foster care in the last seven years then she had been in different cities with her father. Her mother died when she was five, and her father died five years after that, and her uncle; well he only cared for himself and his business. She touched the ring she wore on her right index finger. She remembered when her mother gave it to her right before she died. It was her mother's ring the only real memory of her mother. The ring was a dragon; it was her strength, her only comfort. They entered Mrs. Trut's office.
"Mr. and Mrs. Boscorelli, this is Rebecca Valentine. She is the young lady you wanted to foster. Rebecca dear, this will be your new foster family." Mrs. Trut said.
"Wonderful, just what I need a fake family." Beka mumbled under her breath. Her older brother, Rafe, had taken off the day he turned 18 and hadn't come back for her. It had been three years since he took off but still, he was the only close family she had. He promised to come for her, but nothing in those three years but a letter, with no return address, saying he found their Uncle Sid, a.k.a. 'Profit'. She didn't care about her uncle, never did after what he had done to her, she would never forgive him for what he had done.
"Rebecca haven't you heard anything that was said?" Mrs. Trut asked bringing Beka back to reality.
"Oh, what school will I be attending?" Beka asked.
"You will be attending Saint Joseph High Prep School." Mrs. Boscorelli answered politely.
"Oh great, not just a private school but a prep one at that." Beka said rudely.
"You will not use that tone young lady." Mr. Boscorelli said strictly.
"Oh yea? Whose gonna stop me? You?" Beka snapped back sarcastically.
"Rebecca, Mr. Boscorelli, please calm down. Rebecca please try this out. You are turning 18 soon and when you do you are no longer in my custody. But you will be under theirs until the end of the school year." Mrs. Trut said.
"Yea, whatever." Beka said rolling her eyes and folding her arms across her chest. Beka ended up following the Boscorelli's and Mrs. Trut outside to her faster parents' car.
"My father told me that I should never go anywhere with strangers." Beka said. It was partially sarcastic and partially calmly said. She didn't care if the foster family kept her or not. She always became out of control for the families.
"You know them Rebecca." Mrs. Trut said.
"I know who they are but I don't know them." Beka said, "for all I know they could be homicidal maniacs or messed up loons."
"Just go. If it doesn't work out you may come back. And if they were either of those things do you think I would have let them adopt the twins 6 months ago?" Mrs. Trut said.
"Yes." Beka said getting in the car. Mrs. Trut sighed and went back inside the building. They left and 45 minutes later they arrived at the Bosocrelli house. It was big- no wait it was huge. At least she got her own room. Mrs. Boscorelli showed Beka to her room.
Upon entering her room, "Dinner will be ready at 5:30, and the others will be home in an hour or so." Mrs. Boscorelli said. Before Beka could ask anything the lady had disappeared down the steps and into the kitchen. She sighed closing her door. She looked around her room she had a desk, a bookshelf, a bed and two nightstands, oh and her own bathroom. "Sweet" she said to no one in particular.