Author's Note: I don't own Andromeda, Tribune does. This story takes place after What will be was not.

In each family a story is playing itself out, and each family's story embodies its hope and despair.-Auguste Napier

A Family Story

"Mom, are you sure this going to work?" asked a tall, dark-haired woman.

"I'm sure it'll work. Your father might've not always got things right, but I assure you this will work," replied the woman's mother.

"But……."

"Listen Nola, you need to go back and help him. If you don't he's going to die and a lot of shit is going to happen."

"Why should I? So I can make sure he spends more with his………"

"Now give your mom a hug and go." Interrupted the woman's mother.

The dark-haired woman gave her mother a hug and walked through the portal without looking back.

"Can this day get any duller?" thought Harper as he poured a drink. He handed the glass to the customer and then started to clean the counter.

"Hey sweetheart, why don't you give me a kiss?" asked a drunken customer loudly.

Harper reached for his gun and looked up. Standing there was tall woman with her dark-hair pulled back in two braids. She was wearing a pair of tight, brown pants and a green short sleeved shirt. Hanging on both sides of her waist were what appeared to be forcelances. She was looking around for someone in the room. The drunken man got up and put his hand on the woman's shoulder. He pulled her closer to his face and said "Why don't you give me a kiss, sweetheart?"

Harper was about to speak when the woman kneed the man in the groin. The man let go and covered his groin. The woman rolled her eyes and moved toward the bar counter. Some of his friends got up and followed her. One of them stepped in front of her and tried to punch her. Shed dodged his fist and punched the man in the stomach. The man fell back and flattened a table. The rest of the drunk's friends stopped and helped their buddies up. The group left the bar in a hurry.

The woman took a seat at the bar counter and smiled at Harper.

"Wow!" was the only thing Harper could say.

The woman laughed and said "Mom said you'd be impressed with that, Dad."

Harper stared at mystery woman with his mouth open.

"Ahh, come on Dad. Don't just stare at me. Will you please say something?"

"Why are….you….you calling….me…me Dad?" Harper stammered.

"You raised me," the woman replied.

"I ra…raised you….I had a kid!" stammered Harper before he fainted.

The woman jumped out of her seat and ran to Harper. She held Harpers' head in her lap and tapped his cheeks repeatedly to wake him up.

"Dad, can you hear?" the woman asked repeatedly.

Harper opened his eyes and saw mystery woman face looking down on him. He tried to jerk away but the woman held him down.

"Dad, will you hold still? You just fainted and I don't think you should be moving around."

"Why are calling me, Dad?" snapped Harper.

The woman let go of Harper and started to cry loudly. She got up and raced toward the door.

Harper got up and yelled "Hey please stop. Someone stop that woman!"

No one made any movement to stop the woman because they remembered what had happen to the drunk and his friends. Just as the woman was about to reach the door Doyle was walking through. The woman ran into Doyle and fell to the ground. Doyle offered her hand to the woman who gratefully took it. Doyle helped the woman up and was about to let go when she heard Harper speak.

"Doyle, don't let that woman go. I need to talk to her," yelled Harper from behind the counter.

"Let me go, damn it!" cussed the woman as she struggled to get out of Doyle grip as they walked toward the bar counter.

"It wouldn't hurt if you stopped moving," said Doyle.

The woman stopped in tracks and whispered "Mom?"

"What did you just call me?" asked a surprised Doyle after she had turned to face the woman.

"Mom," the woman replied as she looked at Doyle.

Harper walked over to the two woman and said "Listen could you please tell me what's going on?"

"I'd prefer not to say here, Mom and Dad," the woman replied "If we could go some place I'll tell you."

"Okay, it's a deal but you're going to stay here with Doyle and me. Got it?" said Harper.

The woman's face brightened as she smiled.

"I won't go anywhere, Mom and Dad," the woman promised.

"Can I ask you one thing?" asked Harper.

"Sure."

"What's your name?"

"My name is Finola Tanith Harper, but my nickname is Nola," Finola replied proudly.

The trio didn't see a hooded figure leave the bar quickly as they walked to the bar counter.

"This is very good news, indeed. Thomas will be delighted to hear it. You may go," said a shadowy male figure. The hooded figure bowed its head and walked out of the door. The shadowy figure made its way through a maze of corridors before reaching a door. He knocked on the door and waited patiently for the command to come to in.

"Come in," shouted Thomas.

The shadowy figure walked into the room and took a seat in front of Thomas.

"Brother, I have some very good news for you. It appears that the new bar owner has a daughter."

"How is that good news, Elam?" inquired Thomas impatiently.

"Listen brother, we can use the daughter to get revenge on the new bar owner and his friends, especially Dylan Hunt." Elam pointed out.

"That is true, my brother. I shall think about it. You may leave," said Thomas as he closed his eyes. Elam got up from his chair and silently walked out of the room.

"This daughter of the new bar owner shall play an interesting part in this family story," Thomas thought as a smile played across his face.