* Note, Juli Monroe was also used with permission:)


	Peter stood up and raised a glass of Delancy's finest 
champagne. He looked at the people sitting at his table.  "I propose 
a toast.  To family."  

	Matthew smiled.  It was good to have his whole
family reunited at a single table.

	"To family," they all repeated, before drinking from their
glasses.

	Martin excused himself to make a phone call. Peter sat
back down in his seat and looked to his right. Tom was talking with
his new found father.  Caine was on his left.  A woman walked up to
their table and bowed slightly to the Shaolin priest. Caine looked
curiously at her.  "Hi, my name is Juli Monroe. And I'm a great fan
of yours."

	"Fan?" Caine asked, perplexed.  What was she talking about?

	"I need your help," Juli replied, placing her hand on his
arm.

	Ah, help. Now that he understood. "What can I help you
with?"

	"I'm a fan fiction writer, and any information that you can
provide would be a great help.  I just know it'll be."

	"I am but a simple priest, not a writer," Caine stated, doing his
trademark shrug.

	"No problem." Juli looked around at the noisy room. "How
about we go for a walk and talk about this?  You can show me your
version of Chinatown."

	"I would be honored."  Caine arose from his seat and offered
his arm.  Juli looped her arm through his.  As they were
exiting, they passed Mary Margaret.

	"Hey!  Where are you going with my boyfriend?" Mary Margaret
demanded.

	"Don't worry," Juli replied with a secret smile.  "I'll bring
him back."  Under her breath, she muttered, "Eventually."

	Wolf watched as his father left.  Does Pop always get
the girl?  He shook his head and tapped Peter on his shoulder. Peter
excused himself from the table.  Tom and Damon watched his departure
and resumed their conversation.

	"My son, a cop."  Damon shook his head.  "Who would have
thought."

	"Yeah," Tom replied. He wasn't sure how to talk to his
father.  When they had gotten back from the mountains this afternoon,
he had called his dad in Boston.  Liam had greeted the news of
Damon's appearance with resignation, until Tom had reassured him that he,
Liam Ryan, was the father of his heart.  Tom could still hear Liam's 
words in his mind.  "Keep your cool and take things as they
come.  Don't try and rush anything with your other father."

	"Son..." Damon started, then chuckled. "You don't know how
long I've waited to call somebody that."  Damon put on a serious
face. "Anyway, what's up?  You look like you've been doing some heavy
thinking."

	Tom placed his glass on the table and turned to Damon.
"I'm leaving for Palm Beach tomorrow, will I ever see you again?"

	"Oh, I get around.  Now that I know that you exist and where
you are, I'll be sure to visit."

	"And if I want to get in contact with you?"

	Damon took out a business card and jotted down two numbers.
"The first one is for my cell phone.  The second is my new beeper
number.  You can reach me anytime."

	Tom took the card with a smile and placed it in his wallet.

	"Hey, Tom!"  Peter's voice came from the piano in the corner.
Wolf was running through some scales with the clarinet in his hands. 
"Cassy told us you play a mean beat, wanna jam?"  Peter nodded to a
set of drums on the stage next to him.

	Tom gave his father an inquiring look.  

	"Go ahead, show them what you can do."  

	Tom pushed back his chair and walked to the drum set.  "So
what are we playing?"

	Wolf shrugged and called out, "Any requests?"

	Several were called out.

	"Tourmaline!"

	"No, no, they should play 'Shakin'!"

	"No, 'Monday' is the best!"

	Wolf turned to Tom and Peter, "I've never heard of these
songs. You?" The two of them shook their heads.

	Terry and his new girlfriend, Tracy, walked by at that
moment. Tracy looked at the three puzzled guys.  "How could you not
know?  They're by Chris Potter.  You know, the actor from Kung Fu:
The Legend Continues?"	

	There was a commotion by the door as customers rushed into
the entrance.  Flashes were going off as people started snapping
pictures.  

	Tracy waved as she saw several of her FuMates come in.  She
gave Terry a long kiss goodbye and left to join them.  "Fellow Fuies,
look what I've found! I told you if we waited long enough one would
appear. In fact, there are three of them." She pointed toward the
stage.

	Peter, Tom, and Wolf froze like deer caught in headlights.
What was going on?  Why were these women staring at them as if they
were their last meal?  Wolf carefully put down the clarinet as Tom
and Peter got out from behind their instruments.  They instinctively
fell into a back to back position.

	"Didn't we do this yesterday?  Only bad guys were after us?"
Tom asked.

	"Uh huh," Peter replied. "Let's see if we can carefully inch
out towards the back door.

	As if a signal flag had been dropped, the group of women
rushed the three men.
	
	"Oh god!"  They broke formation and ran out the back door.

	As they left, a disappointed voice followed them out of the
door. "Damn! I thought Caine was always with his son.  That means
Juli must have gotten here first."

	"Tom?" Wolf said as he caught his breath in the 4 Runner.

	"Yeah?"

	"Take a note.  Don't visit Peter when FuFest is in town."

	"Don't have to tell me twice," Tom replied as Peter glared at
them. "I agree with you all the way."