Disclaimer: Do you really want to sue me? I can't even afford season one of Andromeda on DVD.
A/N: Just... review.
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The teenager waved. "Hi, Uncle Dylan." James looked at the two beside him unconsciously. He easily recognized them.
"Uncle Dylan?" Rhade asked. The teenager had dark brown eyes and neon green spiked hair. He was about Harper's size. He was dressed in a plain white shirt and brown pants, with a black jacket and two force lances strapped to his side. If memory served correctly, the only place around here you could get a force lance was the Andromeda. The teenager, James, looked at him.
"Yeah," James turned back to Dylan. "Can we talk somewhere?"
Dylan blinked, unsure if the person in front of him was for real. "Yeah, sure." He headed for the door, knowing the teen would follow.
Harper watched the two exit. The teen looked familiar. "Did I miss something?" He asked Rhade.
Rhade shrugged. "Uncle Dylan?" He repeated.
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Outside, Dylan turned to the teen. "How?"
James grinned sheepishly. "We flew through the cube thingy."
The adult blinked. "What? Do you have any idea how stupid that was?"
He threw his hands up in defense. "Hey! Dulcea said it was okay and she just knows this stuff."
That seemed to calm Dylan down some. "Right." He blinked once again. "You flew the Andromeda through it?"
James's grimaced in pain. "No." He stated. "The Andromeda is gone."
"Wha.." Dylan closed his eyes. "Rommie?" He was afraid that he lost her again.
"She is fine." James answered. "She's having a slight break down at being so close to the Andromeda again. But it's probably expected. She still connected to the Andromeda. If it's not the one we lost, it's the one that belongs to you."
Dylan nodded. "How did you get here?"
Since he had asked that once, James figured he was talking about the ship they used. "We came in the Omegaheadron. We have been living there since Andromeda was destroyed. Seven people, one very small ship. Not good."
"Right." A grin came over Dylan's face. He threw his arm around the teens shoulders. "Well, the first thing we need to do is to get you guys moved into the Andromeda. Then..."
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A couple of hours later...
The six teenagers were sitting on the floor of the command deck. Five of them were playing a word game, the Dulcea was reading a book. Dylan had asked them to wait there while he got Rommie a room to get 'reacquainted' with herself. Basically that meant running through what the Andromeda knew and Rommie knew. Rommie and her cyberself had spent about ten minutes circling each other.
Nicholas grinned. "Seven thousand, five hundred forty-nine."
Cassandra replied, completely sarcastic. "Oh, please. Prime. Four thousand and twenty-one."
"Ah, nice try! Uh, not prime. Ok- Rush: five hundred ninety-nine." Jasmine directed the question at the teen languagistic.
He shook his head. "I don't care if it's a prime number or not."
Jasmine prodded him. "Oh, come on. Yes or no?"
Rush guessed, clearly barely paying attention. "No."
"Ha!" Jasmine laughed and turned to the others. "It's incredible! Ten for ten!"
James nodded, barely keeping his snickering from being to obvious. "He is terrible."
Cassandra's twin rolled his eyes, wondering why he was even bothering. "So I suck at Prime/Not Prime. Somehow, I'm going to sleep tonight."
Nick replied in his most knowledgeable voice. Somehow, he ended up sounding a lot like Dulcea. "At this point it's gone way beyond you not knowing your prime numbers."
"It's a true/false game." Cassandra added. "Statistically, just by guessing, you should be getting at least half of these right. Look: nine ninety-three."
"Prime." Rush chose, deciding he could better spend his time fiddling with his force lance. Although last time he tried, he shot a hole through a door, the blast narrowly missing his sister. He later found himself pinned to the floor with Cassandra pinning his arms to his back. She wasn't a girl, she was a force of nature.
"Oh, come in, that's an easy one!" James got up and sat down beside his favorite blue friend. "You hearing this 'Cea?"
Dulcea didn't even look up from her book. "Not really." She replied, bored.
James's return was cut off by the door opening. It wasn't Dylan who entered or even Rommie. The six recognized four of the five, the only one that they didn't recognize was the blonde in a pink outfit. All of the adults pulled out their blasters. In return, the teenagers jumped to their feet and pulled out their force lances (each had two).
"Who are you?" Doyle demanded of the six teens.
"Who are you to ask you am I?" Jasmine replied. She had easily recognized four of them. The blonde who had asked the question was a complete mystery.
Trance, however, wasn't all that worried at the twelve force lances that was faced at them. She was to busy staring at the blue one. The teenager seem familiar in strange way. "Do I know you?"
Harper, Beka, Rhade, and Doyle turned to the golden skinned woman.
"Sort of." Dulcea told her, smiling.
The door slid open and both the adults and the teenagers turned their weapon to the door.
Dylan threw up his hands at the weapons that had been pointed at him. "Hi..." He drifted off, check out who was in the room. The weapons were automatically turned away from him and back toward each other. He frowned. "Lower the weapons, would ya?" They did. Dylan crossed his arms and turned to the teens. "What have I told you about pulling force lances on people?" He asked.
Jasmine pouted. "They pulled their weapons first..." She wined.
"You know them, Dylan?" Beka asked him.
"Yeah," He replied. "They're, well, they're from the future."
"A future, not yours." Dulcea reminded him.
"Right. A future." Dylan corrected. "I didn't actually go into the cube and come out in the future, I went in and spent three years in an alternate future, then got sent back here." He watched the reactions of the other adults. "Maybe I should introduce you." He looked at the teens and then pointed at the adults, naming them off. "That's, as you probably recognize, Rhade, Beka, Trance, and Harper. And this is Doyle." He turned to the teens. "Introduce youselves."
The teens were quiet, until the girl with light brown hair with random parts braided and blue eyes. She smiled at them and waved. "I'm Cassandra Hunt."
The male with light brown hair that was pulled into a ponytail and blue eyes nodded at them. "Rush Hunt."
The short teenager with dark brown eyes and spiked neon green hair sort of grinned, his hands still firmly planted on the force lances at his side. "James Harper." He nodded at the bartender, his father, who's reaction was him close to fainting.
The light blue female with emerald green eyes and sea green hair both smiled and slightly bowed her head. "My name is Dulcea Gemini." Her tail unwrapped itself from around her waist and she waved it at them. She laughed at their reactions.
"Dulcea." The girl with chocolate brown eyes and hair that was black with red streaks and was braided admonished the sky blue girl. She turned back to the adults. "The name's Jasmine Rhade." She lifted her arm and flexed her blade bones. "You wanna make something of it?"
The adults turned to the last teenager. He had chocolate brown eyes and black shaggy hair with bright red streaks. And he obviously wasn't going to say anything. He frowned at sister when he elbowed her. "Fine." He sighed. "It's Nicholas Rhade." He turned to Telemachus Rhade. "Hey dad." He then turned to Beka. "Hey mom."