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Ramada's adopted reality. Her back yard. A family reunion?

Mykyala took a deep breath and continued the kata she'd started to help her calm down and focus on God, one part of her mind absently wondering at how long Ramada was taking to get the snacks she'd said she was going to get from the kitchen. Behind her Zipporah chattered happily to a doll from the branches of the Mayday tree, talking to it about subjects that went over her mother's head both literally and figuratively.

Mykayla smiled at the chatter, feeling her heart rate settle down and her nerves calm. -Thank You, Father. Thank You for helping me always. And thank You for letting Zipporah meet her biological sisters. Use this whole day for Your Glory.-

Still smiling, she continued her exercise.

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Ramada walked out into the yard, carrying a tray full of assorted crackers and a jug of juice with three glasses. She watched out of the corner of her eye as Mykayla went through her kata, and chose not to say anything quite yet.

Setting the tray down on the nearby patio table, she poured herself a glass of juice and sat on a lawn chair.

Just watching.

She wondered how her friend was feeling given what was going to happen today.

The lilac-haired woman's head turned at the sound of the juice, and she smiled at her friend, then did a few last movements and crutched over to join her.

"So," Ramada said as she poured a second glass. "How are you doing?"

"I'm alright now," said Mykayla softly, sitting down and accepting the offered glass. "Though I'm still a little surprised to think that we were right there in the same city as one of them and never met her."

"Really." Ramada laughed. "Well, you know what they say," she said with a grin, "it's a small world."

She grabbed a handful of crackers and ate one slowly. "Are they coming here?"

"I didn't tell you?" Mykayla blinked and paused with her juice at her mouth.

"You didn't specify that part," Ramada said. "But I won't hold that against you."

"Sorry." She winced. "Yes. We thought that meeting here might be the best idea, because it's neutral ground."

Ramada raised an eyebrow. "My home being neutral ground? You'll have to explain that one to me. Surely going somewhere more - well, not public per se, but... not here... would be better for her sisters' comfort level?"

Her voice held no anger, just curiosity and a bit of confusion at the logic.

Mykayla flushed. "You're right, but this was the only place I could think of on short notice. Charlie only told me last night. Apparently there's some sort of block between these realities and the one were Koperweik lives."

A shrug. "Fair enough," she said. "Just as long as everyone's at ease with the idea."

"We can go somewhere else after everyone's here." She frowned thoughtfully, then blinked and started as the back gate opened and a short, burly figure walked through, a slender white-furred girl with pale red hair and eyes at his side.

Ramada followed Mykayla's gaze and grinned, standing up to welcome the newcomer to her home.

"You Ramada Mardin?" he asked gruffly, offering a hand as his dark eyes studied her warily.

She quirked an eyebrow.

"Yes..." she said, a bit hesitant.

"Logan," he rumbled, then crooked a thumb toward the girl. "'N she's Koperweik."

"Ah." She nodded vigorously. This one looked different, but she would really know a Logan anywhere. "Come on in." She took Logan's offered hand and shook.

"And this is Mykayla," Ramada said with a smile, motioning to the smaller woman.

Mykayla had come forward to greet them. She now offered a hand and a bright smile. "It's good to meet you. Zippy's..." She stopped and looked up into the tree. "...hiding somewhere, but she'll be out in a few minutes."

Koperweik cleared her throat and pointed silently toward the thickest part of the foliage, her small red wings rustling slightly as she moved them.

And Ramada just watched with a small smile on her face.

Mykayla chuckled. "Thanks. Would you like to sit while we wait for Charlie and Feurtanzer?"

"Sure." Logan looked at his daughter, who was sidling toward the tree, then chuckled slightly and headed for the deck, leaving her be.

Ramada reached for the jug of juice, grabbing a third glass and pouring it for Logan.

"Juice?"

He quickly quashed his involuntary grimace and nodded politely as he sat on an upturned concrete block. "Sure. Thanks, darlin'."

Mykayla cocked her head as she settled into her chair. "You don't want a chair?"

"'Fraid I'd crush it," he said apologetically. "I'm kinda heavy."

Ramada handed Logan the glass and sat back in her lawn chair, quietly waiting for the two parents to get to it.

"So where'd ya find yers?" Logan looked toward the tree in time to see Koperweik's feet vanish into the foliage.

"I didn't," said Mykayla softly, also watching the tree. "Her father and mother gave her to me."

"Huh?" He turned to look at her.

Mykayla glanced at Ramada, wanting her to tell part of the story.

"Many years ago we saw ourselves travelling to diffrent realities. When we arrived at our... first destination, Mykayla had Zipporah with her." A shrug. "Apparently she'd been in contact with ... Zip's mother and father before then. Although I wasn't around for that part."

"I was there for about a week. Copelia had nearly died with the delivery, and the Professor had to give her all his attention, so I cared for Zipporah," continued Mykayla. "When she got well enough she told me that Zippy was mine. It seems that the children wouldn't be safe in their home reality because the local rulers have robotic bloodhounds keyed into the Professor's genetic code. He usually brought them to people that he'd picked beforehand when they were a couple years old. Or that's what what he did for Koperweik and Feurtanzer."

"Well, that explains alot," rumbled Charlie's deep voice from where he suddenly stood next to the patio.

Ramada turned her head. "Well hello," she said, looking completely at ease with the fact that a man had just apppeared on her patio.

"Hello." Her alternate son-in-law quirked her a slight grin, then handed her a holochip before turning to look were a small red woman with a large bust and black hair was looking up into the tree with merry twitching of ears.

She took the chip from him.

"What's this?"

"Baby pictures." His grin grew until it was unmistakably the expression of a proud father.

"Oh!" Mykayla clapped her hands. "Congratulations!"

Ramada blinked.

"This means that I'm kind of..." Another blink. "Wow. Congrats on that, but just let it be known you're responsible for breaking my brain."

He shrugged, grin unabated. "Rhea and I are older than you by several decades, too. 'Mada's over a year old now, but I didn't have time to bring the pictures before."

Logan was just sitting and smirking and nursing his juice as he watched the tree and listened to chatter and laughter from his daughter's sisters.

"Well, that's okay," Ramada said noncommittally. "Because I can only take so much of going outside my comfort zone."

She tilted her head, likewise listening to the laughter.

Mykayla smiled and set her juice aside, then held out her arms as Zipporah hopped from the tree and bounced over to clamber into her lap, chattering at full speed in her native language. She chuckled and replied in the same.

And Logan blinked. "You understand that?"

"Of course." The small woman looked up as the other two girls came over, Feurtanzer to glomp Charlie excitedly and Koperweik to hunker gravely beside Logan. "I have an adopted brother and sister in law who are Wüste Fee."

"Wüste Fee?" The ancient warrior blinked. "They're a race?"

"They are." Ramada nodded, drinking her own juice.

"Vader's genes show quite strongly," noted Zipporah. "None of us are really Woestijn Feen. Ve're just mutants."

"I can live vith dat." Feurtanzer shrugged, her black eyes somber. "I've been living as a mutant for most my life anyhow."

"Mutant?" Koperweik perked her ears.

Logan just frowned, wondering at how the other girls were using the word. It was plain that he knew nothing of the X-gene.

"Mutant is a layman's term for individuals who possess a certain genetic factor. It usually manifests itself as a set of powers: shapeshifting, fire control, healing factors..." Another shrug.

Feurtanzer nodded. "Do you guys have da fire thing?"

"I'm too little yet," said Zipporah. "Desert Fairies and their subraces usually get it around the age of fifty two standard Earth years, at the same time as they get their wings."

"I had the fire since I was little," said Feurtanzer. "And I never dot wings."

"I'm developing both," said Koperweik softly. "But I'm nearly eighty years old."

Ramada surveyed them all with a slightly detached look as though she was mentally taking notes.

Feurtanzer absently took Zipporah onto her lap as she hunkered down just off the edge of the deck and continued the discussion with her sisters.

Charlie shook his head and looked ruefully at the others. "Something tells me we've lost them for awhile."

"Yup," said Logan. "Y'ain't gittin' Koper away fr'm folk as talk her talk. She's more interested in makin' machines, but this' explains who 'n what she is."

Mykayla just shook her head and proposed a game of Hungry Hippos.

Ramada smiled. "I've been doing a case study on the Woestijn Feen and similar people - they're fascinating."

"So this's kinda like Christmas," said Logan as Mykayla and Charlie went off on their own tangent of kid talk.

"In a way," she said. "But I'm not a mad-scientist type."

He nodded and sipped his juice, eyes going back to the girls as he settled down for a long wait.

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