In due course everyone was gathered on Command and the request was made. Alan looked at Melody. It's up to you, Melody."
Melody smiled at Beka. "You want to know if we're related or not. So do I. I think it'd be cool if we were. Don't you?"
"Unh-hunh. Look, let's be sure. Rommie, I want thorough testing done and the results double and triple checked."
Rommie nodded. "Of course. I'll do a three-way DNA profile. I'll need hair, skin and blood samples from you both."
Beka looked very unhappy. It got to Harper. "Hey, Rom-Doll, check mine too. Why not? I'm sorry Boss for all the --you know."
Beka smiled at him. "It's O.K. I understand and I'm sorry about punching you."
"It's O.K. I guess I had it coming.'
"You did."
"Hey!"
Rommie and Trance ran the tests themselves. They checked over and over. Finally they looked at each other. Rommie shook her head. "Well that's a surprise. I certainly wasn't expecting that."
Trance agreed. "Neither was I. But we should go tell them. They'll want to know." So they left Medical and headed back to Command.
Beka jumped up. "Well?'
Trance cleared her throat. "Um-well, it looks like you and Melody have matching DNA. 98 in fact. Which probably means you're a direct descendant from Melody."
Melody laughed. "Great. I'm happy about that."
"There's more." Rommie turned to Harper. "Your DNA was a 75 match. So you're related not only to Melody but to Beka too."
Harper looked stunned. "Yeah. O.K. Whatever."
Beka looked positively sick. "It's true then. No. It can't be."
"We checked over and over again. We're sure", Trance told her.
"O.K." Beka straightened up. No need to lose it here and upset everyone. Besides Melody looked really happy and even if she was dumb she had feelings. Beka didn't want to hurt them. She walked over to Melody and patted her shoulder. "So, i guess we're related. That's nice.'
Melody's eyes lit up. Isn't it?" She turned to the gang. "This is great."
"Look, I have to go. There are things on the Maru I have to do. I'll catch you later." She hurried out.
The Andromeda crew knew her well enough to know that she was very upset. Dylan sighed. "I was afraid of this. I'd better go talk to her."
"No." Tyr spoke up. "I will." Dylan looked at him strangely; they all did. "As someone who understands and appreciates the value of genes and familial relationships I am best qualified to counsel her. So I shall." He left no room for arguement.