A/N: I have no idea when this will be updated next or anything really. I have been using the computers at my school and the ones that have disks drive are the ones I don't have next semester. I don't have the internet on my computer. Oh, and a giant cookie to who finds out who's kid is who's. You miss the blue/green one and you should be ashamed of yourself. You call your self a Andromeda fan. And you get a giant candy bar if you can figure out where I got the name Dulcea from.Reviews are always welcome. No, not just welcome, I love them! So PLEASE review! Please... whimpers
Disclaimer: If I owned this than I wouldn't be writing the fanfiction. I would be make it an actual episode. sigh Well, a girl can dream can't she?
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"Do you think this will really work?" A young girl stated calmly as she handed a cup of tea to her friend. Her brown eyes were the color of chocolate. At times, one could just fall into them and see the many ideas they held. She smiled at her friend in a playful way. The young girl's clothes were a tank top of red leather and black leather pants that matched her black hair with bright red streaks. She gazed at her friend, completely trusting, yet curiously waiting for a reply.
"Don't answer her, Cass." A young boy remarked distractedly, "Jasmine had a tendency to pry."
They boy was staring at a game of Tri-D Chess. His black and red hair fell forward to block his eyes from view, his brow furrowed in concentration as he contemplated his next move. The outfit he wore was completely black. A leather coat, with black shirt, and a sort of black leather pants. He deftly moved a piece so that it took his opponent's piece. He looked up and smiled at the young woman across from him.
"Your move, 'Cea." The boy asked.
Dulcea slid a strap piece of her sea green hair that had fallen out of the bun, behind her ear and thought for a second. Her emerald green eyes glanced at the board in front of her. She turned and gazed at her friend. A smile spread across her lips and she stood up and walked over to where Jasmine and Cassandra sat. The light caught the white of her pants and cerulean blue shirt. Her white lab coat was slung over the back of her chair. "I has to, doesn't it?"
The boy rolled his eyes. "Is it safe?" He asked.
She smiled at him reassuringly. "The ship should make it in one piece, Nicholas. The Omegaheadron is sound enough."
Nick jumped slightly. "Should? Did you say should? Did she say should?" He asked the two on the couch. After getting a nod from his sister, he turned back to the resident medic. "Why did you say should?"
"Nothing is foolproof. You should know that Nicholas." She returned to the table and moved a piece. "Check and mate."
Nick let his head hit the table in frustration. "Not again."
Cassie smiled at them, giggling. "Where is James, Rush, and Aunt Rommie?"
Jasmine frowned. "Rush and James are trying to cheer Aunt Rommie up."
The four of them sighed grimly, in union.
"It was hardest on her most of all," Dulcea whispered. "She lost our parents once and then lost Dylan for the second time, then , to top it all off, she lost the Andromeda. It was a part of her."
"We're lucky we didn't lose her when the Andromeda exploded."
The other three nodded in agreement.
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Beka Valentine walked into the command deck of the Andromeda in search of Dylan. Instead, she found Harper watching a movie on the screen. If she could remember correctly, he was watching the end of the Wizard of Oz. "Harper, what are you doing?"
He jumped like the cat that caught the canary. "I was watching the Wizard of Oz. I was looking for Dylan and instead I found this. It was paused half way through."
She shook her head. "Andromeda," The hologram appeared beside her, which she turned and spoke to, "Where is Dylan?"
"Sleeping." The ship replied.
She blinked, obviously in surprise. "What is he doing still in bed?" Beka asked her.
"Sleeping." Andromeda repeated and disappeared.
"Smart aleck ship." Beka mumbled.
"I heard that." Andromeda said.
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Jasmine piloted the Omegaheadron closer to the cube. "You guys sure you want to do this?" She wanted Dylan back as much as the others, but this was a farfetched idea.
The others didn't even bother to answer.
"Right." Jasmine pushed some buttons on the console. "You guys set?" She turned to her family. At their nod she grabbed the controls and gave a silent prayer. She pushed the controls forward and sent them into the cube.
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A day and a half later...
Dylan ran his finger around the edge of the glass and though in to the not too past, past. He missed them. Plain and simple. He really missed them. They had become part of his family. Strange that he had just gotten used to the fact that he may never get back to his reality, when he flew in to the Route of Ages. He had missed his crew, now he missed the AI and teenagers. And he had just gotten used to the whole Uncle Dylan/Dad, thing. Not that he really had anything against it in the first place, it was just strange. He knocked back another drink.
Harper looked at the starship captain with surprise. He had never seen him drink like this before. Then again, he had been drinking quite some since he came back. And he never really got drunk. Well, not like Rhade had. Maybe it was some Commonwealth immunity that had been instilled in him. "That's the twelfth one you've had in the past hour. If you keep drinking like that I'm going to have to cut you off."
Dylan inspected the empty glass. "I don't know why I even bother. I can drink three times as much and only start to get a little tipsy." He sighed and gave a shrug.
"You're all depressed today." Harper commented. It was kind of unnerving really. Dylan had almost never been like that.
The other gave him a small smile. "Memories."
Rhade slipped into the seat next to him. "Hey."
"What's up." Dylan returned as Harper greeted the newcomer with a nod.
"What?" Rhade asked, both him and Harper confused. Harper recognized it as an old Earth expression.
Dylan blinked. "Oh, nothing." He sighed once again.
Harper looked at the captain with confusion. "You know that Rhade is supposed to be the brooding one, right?" He ignored the Nietzschean's glare.
The captain gave him a grin.
A voice from behind him called out. "Yeah, brooding doesn't really work on you."
Dylan turned around abruptly, recognizing the voice at once. "James?"
The teenager waved. "Hi, Uncle Dylan!"