AN: Hey peeps. I'm headed off to uni this week and so it's likely I won't be updating for a while. I'd still love your reviews and I'll get to work on the next chapters as soon as I have a spare moment. To apologise, a bumper edition complete with photograph! :D

End 9

"Your mum told me how much this place had changed." Sandra looked up as Jesse appeared in the doorway. "But I think she was exaggerating. I can still see the old place under all of these new rooms and décor." She smiled as he took a seat beside her. "Your grandchild is a sweet thing." He laughed. "And almost as hyperactive as you were at that age."
"I hadn't seen her for a while, before all of this happened. She's grown a lot in the last few months." Sandra smiled. "It's hard on her parents, though, being apart so often."

"She doesn't say much though." Jesse mused, watching Sandra carefully.

"No, she's been slow to speak." Sandra agreed. "But it'll come. She's doing all of the more interesting things first. Running, exploring, watching, listening." She smiled. "She's very much like you were when you were young, you know. Have you considered"

"No." Sandra snapped, and regretted her tone immediately. "She's safe for now. The moment we start bringing attention to it things are going to get harder for her. It's four generations past, Jesse. Even if she has inherited something, it's not going to be strong enough to show up. She should still be able to lead a normal life." Jesse sighed.

"Don't underestimate it, Sandra. Adam said it more than once, your parents were some of the strongest of their kind that he knew. I wouldn't be surprised if it had the ability to show itself, full strength, even after so long." Sandra put her head in her hands and he pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry, but you have to be careful."

"Kelly never showed any signs" Her words were quiet whispers. "Liz and David but never Kelly. I thought Shazné could be safe."

"Liz and David both showed"

"Yes. From a very early age. David was like Mum, but Liz was like me, inheriting from the other side of the family."

"Liz, who was your grandfather?" Sarah asked as her girlfriend appeared from the shower, hair still wet. Liz sat on the end of the bed, thinking about her question.

"He died when mum was very young, or maybe before she was born, I'm not sure. I've never really heard much about him. Mum didn't know him, so she can't talk about him and I never got up the courage to ask gramma. It didn't seem right, you know?" Sarah nodded seriously, eyes on the computer that rested on her lap.

"This is probably a fluke." She said, almost to herself.

"What is?" Liz asked, moving so that she could see the screen. Displayed there was a black and white picture of her mother, she looked a little closer. "Where did you get that picture? It looks like mum, but it looks wrong some how." Sarah flicked the window closed and behind it were two of the black and whites that Sarah had borrowed. One of the blond that Sarah had said looked like her and another of the red-head that they had seen in the other photo. Liz frowned. Sarah opened the picture again and made it smaller so that Liz could see all three at once. She gasped.

"You're suggesting"

"I'm not suggesting anything. Maybe she has a brother. Maybe it's a fluke or coincidence."

"But that's mum. No doubt. I can't believe how much that looks like her. You sure you haven't got the pictures mixed up."

"Look at them Liz. You can see their faces in hers."

"But how? That's impossible."

"I have no idea"

AN2: This is where this whole fic started. A little bit of morph art.

Meet Sandra (if there is no link here, go to the geocities site oncas_dreams and add forward slash sandraframed.jpg to the url). If anyone has quicktime or morph and wants a look at the morph movie, yell and I'll email it to you.