Title: Unexplained Possibilities

Chapter 3: Double Identities

Disclaimer: I only claim rights to my characters, (which does not include Dylan, Beka, Tyr, Harper or Andromeda or anyone else I can't think of at the moment)

Notes to Readers: WoW! It's been a while I was so caught up in school and then the summer and well I totally forgot about the story. So here I go, hopefully, to get somewhere this time and an extra long chapter cause I didn't write for so long. Enjoy. Oh and review . . . please?

The door closed with a silent swoosh as Rommie left. Emily allowed herself to fall back onto the plush bed. Closing her eyes, enjoying the moment of security, she started to drift off into blissful sleep.

Beka was unsure of this new guest of theirs. She understood that Trance seemed to know her from somewhere. She understood that Dylan trusted Trance and she understood that she trusted Dylan. So why was she having such trouble accepting what Dylan and Trance thought was right. Beka get a grip. Keep a straight mind and just talk to Dylan. But all previous thoughts died as she stepped into Dylan's office.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Yelled an infuriated Beka.

"Hmmm," replied Dylan as he looked up from abstract data he had collected from Andromeda.

"Don't hmmm me! You know exactly what I'm talking about! I heard you talking with Tyr and I had been excused. 'Let her go where ever she wants, within reason, but keep a eye on her at all times.' You're going to watch her every move. See what she does. How she acts. What her intentions might be, while allowing her to feel as if she was . . . was . . . welcomed."

Dylan raised an eyebrow at this, "Beka she is welcomed, and aren't you jumping to conclusions rather quickly?"

"Oh cut the BS," Beka put her hands on her hips, "If future Trance knows this Emily, then wouldn't the logical conclusion be that Emily came from the future and if she came from the future then we should suspect that she knows Andromeda's weapon and defense system. This means she could avoid them. So what's the point . . .?"

"Beka," Dylan interrupted softly. "I'm not trying to see how powerful my ship is compared to her own abilities. I'm just being cautious."

"You're just being paranoid," Beka diffidently stated

"Your right. I am. I have an unknown, potentially dangerous, genetically enhanced humanoid on my ship."

"Genetically enhanced humanoid? You make it sound as if she wasn't human. " Beka questioned.

"Yes. Rommie showed me her DNA structure. Our guest is fully human, with both her mother and her father being human but her body and mind have been so manipulated that Andromeda is unable to distinguish where she might have come from." Dylan paused, rotating his head to work out the cramps that had formed over the hours, "But Andromeda seems to recognize her parentage. Theoretically we should know her parents. So she could be the offspring of an enemy, friend, or . . ."

"Or someone we have yet to met." Beka paused, before going on. "Trance entered information on aliens, ships and future technology, in case anything happened to her. You know as a safety net. That way we'd have an advantage, if anything happened . . . but she stored it in a type of lock box. Harper could explain it better, but he's neck deep in some new machine."

Dylan raised his hand as to ask a question, but before Beka could ask he continued, "How come Andromeda never alerted me to the fact she had unknown data dumped into her systems?"

"Well," Beka answered, "from what Harper said, Trance had locked the box in a way that a perfect machine, like Andromeda would be unable to locate, and break the code if found. Harper thought, while checking on the slip stream drive stumbled across it and opened it."

"So what you're telling me is that Andromeda's systems are being flooded with information about the future, without her knowing it."

"Yep that's about right," Beka responded, "but the worst part is that she'll use the newfound information while assessing things, without us or her knowing it."

Harper, buried underneath the mesh-like network of Andromeda, did not hear the quiet whoosh of the machine shop doors opening. But he did hear a loud yell and the crashing of multiple things in the front of the room. Detangling himself, and then somersaulting down onto the floor, Harper came face to face with one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen. She had bright blue eyes, auburn hair and a killer smile that showed off all her perfectly white, straight teeth. Dressed in only a simple black tank top and tight black pants, Harper concluded that she was well fit and could handle herself in a fight.

Damn he thought what do we have here? Harper, having been in his machines all day, was not privy to the information that Beka, Dylan, Rommie and Tyr had been. So he knew nothing of where this mysterious girl had come from or why she was here, but he didn't think twice about it. Rommie had to know about her so she must be okay. "Hey my names' Harper, you local genius, and your disposal."

Giving a slight smile, Emily, knowing full well who he was, having seen him in her mom's holopictures, tried to act as lost and confused as she could. "Hi, my name's Emily and I seem to be a little lost."

"No problemo. Where do you wish to go? The Harper can take you anywhere you wish."

Emily, never having met him, was pleasantly surprised at how open and generous he was being. All she had to go off of was quotes her Mom used to say and the stories she told. One of Emily's favorites was at the beginning of Dylan's mission, when the Eureka Maru crew had invaded Andromeda. Harper, at his first meeting with Dylan had proclaimed, "he's like a Greek god or something!" and that was the extent of who Harper was to Emily. Breaking out of her split second trance Emily answered, "that would be wonderful. I was looking for something to eat."

"Don't worry, I gotcha covered. Just follow me."

As Emily and Harper walked down the four decks to the mess hall, they had a wonderful time, exchanging random bits of information and stories of where they had been. Arriving at the mess hall, both were too engaged in their conversation to be hungry anymore and continued to talk and laugh long into the night.

Ha. Aren't you all lucky, no cliff hanger . . . for now.