Disclaimer: I DON NOT OWN ANDROMEDA. Do I look like Gene Roddenberry?

Author's Note: This story kind of assumes that the crew never travels to Earth like I know they actually do in previous season (I cant remember which one.)

Harper stared at the screen. There she was…his home. Earth. She didn't look much different, just a little more tired. What could you expect though. Being a slave planet must be hard.

One of the crew's missions had brought them into the Milky Way Galaxy. They were trying to get a small planet on the edge of an asteroid belt to sign the Commonwealth charter. He wished he could got there one more time, but he knew they couldn't afford a trip. Still, it was nice to be so close.

"Hey ole girl…How's life been treatin' ya?"

"Harper?...are you talking to yourself?"

Trance had silently slipped into the room, and Harper reluctantly turned around, breaking eye contact with is precious home.

"Just saying hi to the ole girl, is all. It's funny Trance. It's a horrendous place to live…just awful. If I went back there, I could be killed at any moment, but….but, I still miss it…ya know?

"I do know what it's like to miss your home."

Harper saw a sadness fill Trance's eyes. It was a pain he had seen before, but seldom. Only when she talked about her home. He wondered what her home planet was like. For someone as special as her, it must be an amazing place to live. He started to extend his hand in a gesture of comfort when the ships AI abruptly appeared in front of him.

"Harper…we have received a transmission. It's addressed to you."

With that the AI blinked away, leaving Harper to wonder what the message contained.

He noticed Trance's eagerly staring at him. She was hoping he could answer the questions of her curiosity. He just gave her a shrug and the two made their way to command.

"Okay…so who's so anxious to talk to me?"

Harper swaggered into command, Trance at his heels. Beka rolled her eyes, but then got serious.

"Harper…it's from Earth."

"Earth?" his voice was filled with questions. "Andromeda, play transmission."

"Aye Harper."

His eyes grew wide as the screen filled with a very familiar face.

"Michael." Beka heard her friend whisper. His eyes suddenly had tears in them. She was tempted to stay staring at his face. It was more open then see had seen in a long time. Only curiosity at the contents of the transmissions itself pulled her away from his face.

'Seamus? Is it you? I hope this gets to you. Man I have been trying to find you for the longest time. This is my one chance, this better work. See…you remember that transmission device you built when we were like 18? We used to send useless messages out into space…remember? No one was ever listening though. But now someone is…you are. We learned of your position on the Andromeda awhile ago, so when I heard some Dragons talking about how the great warship Andromeda was orbiting nearby, I knew I had to take my chance. Look, I'm not asking you to come and rescue me or anything like that. 'Cause I know you'd come and I can't ask that of you. This isn't about me this is about you. Seamus…'

Suddenly the haughty, free spirited bravado the voice had been carrying up till then broke and his eyes grew serious. They had a look of fear, and exhilaration…and hope, in them.

'Seamus…Sarah's alive.'