Future Bound
Chapter 4: Meeting the crew +3
The crew of the original Andromeda made their way down the corridor to the gate that linked the two ships together.
"Isn't this exciting?" asked Trance.
"Oh yeah, what could be more exciting than seeing how old we're going to look in twenty years?" asked Harper sarcastically.
"This is an opportunity to see the future and what our counter parts did to achieve it," said Rommie, "and besides, Dylan didn't look that old."
No one but Beka and Harper gave her looks.
Just as they reached the end of the hallway, the gate opened and Dylan's future self greeted them.
"Is it just me or is this a little weird?" he asked.
"Oh no, we time travel all the time," said Harper, "ow! Trance!"
She kicked him, "Harper, be nice."
"It's not you," said Dylan ignoring Trance and Harper.
"Anyway this gate can stay open and Rommie's off letting the crew know what's going on." said Ft. Dylan.
"Just out of curiosity, how'd you wake them/us/whatever up?" asked Beka.
"Oh, uh, I used the..." he trailed off.
"Didn't catch that sorry," she persisted.
"Battle alarms," said Ft. Dylan.
"Dylan, I'm hurt that you would do such a thing," said Harper with fake sorrow.
"Um, right, We're meeting everyone in the Observation deck," Ft. Dylan said, "follow me."
They made their way through more corridors and halls. Ft. Dylan was being bombarded with stupid questions from Harper and Tyr looked about ready to kill the super genius. When they finally reached the Obs. deck, the door slid open and Ft. Beka strode out. Looked at everyone and went back through the door with an 'Oh my god' look on her face. The crew and Ft. Dylan entered the Obs. deck.
"Dylan why the hell did you get us up?" said Ft. Harper from the floor.
"Harper get up," said Ft. Trance with slightly longer hair, to her shoulders.
"But I want to sleep, it's 4AM and I don't have any caffeine," he whined.
"Well this is what you were waiting for," said Ft. Dylan.
Everyone was quiet and staring at their past counterparts.
"Why's everyone so quiet?" said Ft. Harper.
"Harper?" said Ft. Trance.
"Yes Trance?" said Ft. Harper
"Look up," she said.
Harper sighed and finally decided to look up. And when he did he had the shocked look on his face as everyone else.
"This wasn't a joke?" he asked.
"I told you what happened Harper," said Ft. Rommie, "It's your fault you slept though it or only caught half of what I was saying."
"This wasn't a joke?" Ft. Harper repeated.
"How many years did you say again Rommie?" asked Ft. Trance.
"20 years," said Ft. Rommie
"Wow," said the two Trance's circling eachother.
"The divine," started Ft. Rev.
"Works in mysterious ways," finished Ft. Harper, "we know, we know."
"This is so weird," said Beka.
"Tell me about it," said Ft. Beka
"I think it's neat," said Ft. Trance
"Can they change anything that has happened in our world?" asked Ft. Tyr.
"No, because there are so many different probabilities that come with out choices that..."
"Yes or no, Trance," said Ft. Beka.
"No," she said.
"So we can't to anything that will alter this world?" asked Harper.
"Nothing, this world has already been created, we all make our own decisions nothing is planned or ruled out." Said Trance.
"Kay we got it," said Beka, "can't change a thing."
"Can I go to bed now?" asked Ft. Harper, "We're supposed to be on vacation,"
"Vacation?" asked Beka.
"We deserve it," said Ft. Beka
"Wait a minute the entire crew wouldn't be on vacation with Dylan here unless..." said Harper.
"We restored the Commonwealth, crushed the Magog, and delivered peace unto the universe," said Ft. Harper, "now can I go?"
"Dylan this is just one possibility please remember that and don't assume that it's guaranteed for our world," said Trance.
"Right," said Dylan, "but here, in this world, we succeeded?"
"Yes we did, after a lengthy battle we won," said Ft. Dylan.
"So my crew would be..."
"Expanded to a full crew of one thousand," said Ft. Dylan, "but it's just us on the ship for our vacation."
"But we did it, in one possible future we did it," said Dylan smiling.
"And even if we fail miserably and die a painful violent death you'd be happy that we succeeded in just cone world wouldn't you?" asked Beka.
"Absolutely," said Dylan.
"20 years later and he still hasn't changed," said Ft. Tyr.
"We shouldn't have expected so much," said Ft. Beka.
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Ft. Dylan.
"That we can go to bed," said Ft. Harper.
The Observation deck door slid open.
"Hey, why didn't someone tell me we were having a party?"
Three teens walked through the door. The speaker was a tall boy with short light brown hair and blue eyes. Behind him there was a short blonde girl. She had pink streaks in her hair, blue eyes, a peach skin tone, and...a tail.
"I wanted to be awake for this," said the boy.
"In other words you were spying on us," said Ft. Dylan.
"What else could I be doing at 5 in the morning?"
The boy walked up to the two Dylan's and looked them over.
"I told you I'm giving you grey hair," said the boy.
"I don't have grey hair," said Ft. Dylan.
"The back's greying faster that the front, so can I be Captain?" he asked.
"No," said Ft. Dylan
"Please?"
"No,"
"I said please,"
"God you're annoying," said Ft. Tyr
"I try," said the boy.
"Um, who are they?" asked Trance.
"William Hunt," said the boy, "but call me Will."
"Hunt?" asked Dylan startled.
"Uh yeah, he's my..uh.." started Ft. Dylan
"Pain in the ass?" Will interrupted.
"My son," said Ft. Dylan giving him a look.
"He's looking at me funny," said Will
"Joke, right?" asked Harper.
"No joke," said Ft. Dylan
"I...have a son?" said Dylan disbelievingly.
"Hi," said Will, waving.
"Wow, imagine coming here and finding out you have a kid," said Beka
Will smiled and turned around.
"Oh!" said Ft. Trance as she dragged the short blonde with the tail over, "this is Ingrid, she's my daughter."
"I have a daughter?" asked Trance as she stepped over to them.
"I think I speak for everyone when I say: why isn't she purple?" said Harper.
"Uh..um..just because she isn't," said Ft. Harper.
"That still doesn't..." started Harper.
"I'm feeling neglected," said Will.
"You are neglected," said Ft. Tyr.
"Temper, temper," he said.
"Oh I'll show you temper,"
Dylan gave him a look before he could advance on Will.
"Bully," Will called him.
"Don't get into this with me," Ft. Tyr said.
"I won't," he looked at the past crew, "and if you ever see him gunning me down it's completely normal."
"If you would just hold still..."
"I'm not going to comment on that because I will be killed," said Will.
"Oh my god you might have a brain," said Ft. Tyr.
"Don't look so surprised," he said, "just because I don't use it doesn't mean I don't have one."
"Could've fooled me," said Ft. Tyr
Ft. Dylan hid his face in his hands.
"You're trying to embarrass me aren't you?" he asked.
"I am actually," said Will.
"Is it just me," said Ft. Rev, "or do you seem to be a pain for your father and saint for your mother?"
"It ain't you," said Will.
"What?" asked Ft. Dylan.
"It amuses me to annoy you Daddy dearest," he said.
"Can we sleep now?" asked Ft. Harper.
"We can resume this later," said Beka, "Dylan might need to take this in."
"Sure," said Dylan looking at Will.
"How about we meet for breakfast in 5 hours?" asked Ft. Dylan.
"That's it?" asked Ft. Harper.
"Take it or leave it," said Ft. Trance.
**
Both crews walked through the halls and left to their respected areas. The crew of the past started to make their way back to their ship. Beka couldn't believe that Dylan and Trance have kids and that Will looks a bit familiar. Dylan was wondering about who the mother of his son could be. Little did he know, Rommie was thinking the exact same thing. Rev walked in silence taking in the day's events. Tyr was wondering what Dylan's son could possibly do to make him that irritable. Trance was delighted to know that she was married and had a beautiful daughter, and also hoping that a certain someone was the father. Harper couldn't seem to get the fact that Ingrid wasn't purple, out of his mind.
They made their way to the ship and dispersed to wait the 5 hours before breakfast.
A/N and disclaimer: Well? Who do you think the parents of Will, and Ingrid are? Please r/r with comments or your guess about their parentage. I had a different chapter planned for this but the last episode of 'Andromeda' changed my mind back to its original frame of thinking when the premiere threw me off balance for a bit. I'll tell you how in later chapters. Gene Roddenberry owns 'Andromeda" and not me. Never.
Stay tuned for the next chapter: 'Interesting stories at Breakfast' ~*Vee*~