'All right, Tom, you can do this.  You're an officer of the Palm 
Beach police force for god's sake.  What's to be nervous about?' Tom
repeated the mantra to himself as he twisted his old house key in the
front door. Ten years since he lived in this house, yet it still had the 
same old lock.  Tom Ryan opened the door to his mother's house and walked
in.

	The windows were closed and the air had a musty scent.  He wiped
his finger through an inch of dust on the hall table.  As his mother's 
health had declined, so did her housekeeping.  His father hadn't cared 
about the dust.  He viewed the house as a place to sleep between
visits to the hospital and restaurant.  Tom sighed and picked up a
picture from over the fireplace.  It was a picture of him and his
mother when he was only about five years old.  He felt a burning in
the back of his eyes as he looked  around the rest of the room.  His
mom would never be able to walk through  this house again because his
mom was no longer walking on this earth.

	He wiped his hand across his eyes as he heard someone enter behind 
him.  He looked up startled.  His beautiful ex-wife and partner Cassandra 
St. John had just entered, her eyes reflecting her knowledge of his
mother's death.  "Cassy? What are you doing here?"

	"Here as in this house?  Or here as in Boston?" she asked wryly.  
Stepping closer to him she pulled him into a compassionate hug.  "How are
you and your dad holding up?"

	"We're doing...okay, I guess.  I mean it's not as if we
didn't have time to prepare for it.  But still..." Tom rested his cheek 
on the comfort of her shoulder.  He pulled away, "So why are you
here?"

	"I thought that you might need a friend to help you sort through 
your mom's things."

	"Yeah, Dad...well he didn't think he could face coming into the 
house with all of her stuff here."  Tom started down the hall towards his 
parents' bedroom.  He was beginning to understand the feeling.  He
sighed.  Everything was just like he remembered it.

	"How did you find out about...mom?"

	"I heard about it from the Captain.  Damn it, Tom, why didn't you 
tell me yourself?" she asked, a little hurt.  They were partners, heck
they had even been married.  She shouldn't have had to question her 
captain on her partner's whereabouts.

	Tom turned away to face the closet, "I...didn't think that you 
cared."  He rushed on, "Its' not as if you two were bosom buddies while 
we were married.  Hell, you two hated each other."  He opened the door 
and started to remove his mother's dresses.

	"Just because I didn't like your mother, didn't mean that I didn't 
care," she replied softly.  She sighed and took the dresses from his 
hand.  "What do you plan on doing with these?"

	"Dad said something about donating the stuff to the battered 
women's shelter on Warner Ave.," Tom replied.

	"All right, I'll go and get some plastic bags for all of this.  
I'll be right back."

	 She headed for the kitchen, leaving him alone to sort
through his mom's momentos.

	When she came back, he was sitting next to a box with its items 
half sorted. He had a puzzled look upon his face, as if he was trying to
remember something from a long time ago.  He was concentrating on
an object in his hand.  "What is it?" she asked, coming back into the room
and kneeling by his side.

	Tom held up an object that had been resting in his palm.  It was a
gold chain tangled through his fingers.  In the cradle of his palm he held 
a jade pendant.  Cassy reached for it and felt something rough on the 
back.  She flipped the pendant over to reveal six Chinese characters.

	She looked at Tom, "Didn't you take some Chinese in college?"  She 
handed the jade piece back to him, "What's it say?"

	"I'm trying to remember here.  With Chinese it's like if you don't
use it, you lose it.  And since the only thing I use it for is to 
impress the girls when I take them to a Chinese restaurant, I lost 
part of it."  He squinted at the characters some more, "This character 
here means I and the third one means you. I don't recognize the others."

	"Do you know anybody who could maybe translate it?"

	"Yeah, Mrs. Wang.  She lives around the corner.  I used to play 
with her son Jimmy all of the time.  Let me call her." Tom got up and 
reached across the bed for the bedside extension.

	Cassy listened with half an ear to her partner's conversation. 
"Ni hao Wang Tai.  Shi wo, Tom Ryan."  Then he switched to English, 
"Yeah, I guess I am still mispronouncing the tone marks...Thank you, 
I'll pass them on to my dad.  Mrs. Wang?  The real reason I called was....
well as I was sorting through my mom's things, I came across a jade 
pendant with Chinese characters, and I was wondering if you would 
translate them for me.  He's back?  Yeah, send him over.  Take care.  
Zai jian."  Tom hung up the phone.

	Cassy turned to him, "Well?"

	"Jimmy's visiting.  She's going to send him over."  Tom looked at 
his watch, "...eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen,..."

	"What are you doing?" she asked curiously.  Tom just kept 
counting.  Upon hitting one hundred and forty a voice yelled from 
outside, "Yo, Tom!  Stop... the watch! I'm...here."

	Tom grinned and went to open the door, "Getting a bit slow 
aren't we?  Coach would be so disappointed."

	"Cut me...some slack here," Jimmy Wang was still panting from his
run. He caught his breath as they went into the kitchen.  Tom opened the 
fridge and tossed his friend a can of Pepsi.  "So what is it that I 
just ran to see?"

	Tom took the pendant out of his pocket.  Jimmy reached for it.  
Flipping it over he read, "Wo ai ni.   Caine Da Men"

	"What does it mean?" Cassy asked coming into the kitchen.

	"Who are you?" Jimmy asked.

	"My partner, Cassy St. John.  Cassy, this is Jimmy Wang, couldn't 
have made any touchdowns without him."

	"Nice to meet you, Cassy...." Jimmy blinked hard as if he had just 
realized something he turned to Tom. "The same...?"  Tom nodded and 
changed the subject, "What does it mean?"

	"Huh?  Oh yeah, the pendant." Jimmy looked at it again, and 
pointed to the characters on the right hand side.  Running his finger 
down each character he translated, "This line basically says I love you."
He ran his finger down the coloumn of characters on the left.  This
here is a name.  Caine Da Men."

	Tom looked startled, "You're telling me some guy named Caine Da 
Men gave my mom this pendant?"

	"No, I'm saying a guy named Da Men Caine loved and gave her this 
pendant."

	"Da Men Caine, I still don't recall anybody with that name at the
funeral," Tom mused as he stopped at a traffic light.  They were almost at
his dad's restaurant.

	"Your Dad may know him," Cassy replied reasonably, "Besides, he
may not have been at the funeral.  In fact, he may not even know that your
mom passed away."  

	"Its's just that..." Tom started.  Cassy looked expectantly at
him until he continued. "I'm not sure if its a good thing to drag up all
of those old memories.  I mean he just lost Mom.  Maybe he won't want to
remember that another man loved her." Tom pulled into the parking lost and
stopped the rental car.  He stared straight ahead, avoiding Cassy.

	Cassy reached a hand out to him, gently turning his head so that
he was looking at her. "You don't know that.  Maybe he will be glad to
share some memories of her with you.  Any memories." 

	As they walked in, Tom's father greeted them from behind the bar,
"Tom!" Liam Ryan put down the glass he was drying and looked at his
watch. "What are you doing here?  I thought you weren't coming by until
tonight?"  He looked at the serious face his son was wearing, "Thomas?
What's wrong?"

	How the hell did one ask one's parent this type of thing? Tom went
for the plunge.  He took the jade pendant out of his pocket. "Dad, have
you ever seen this before?"  Liam's face reflected recognition, shock
and resignation all within a few seconds.  He started to wipe the counter
top roughly with a cloth.

	"Liam?" Cassy reached over and stopped his cleaning.  The senior
Ryan looked up at her. Liam threw down the cloth in disgust, "Yes! Yes!
I've seen that thing before.  I was hoping that she'd thrown it away.  But
since you've got it..." The elder Ryan started to fiercely mutter to
himself.  

	"Why, Dad?" Tom pressed. "Who gave mom this pendant?"

	"Your dad did!  All right?  Are you happy now?" Liam started to 
pace and tear at his hair.

	"You?  You're this Da Men Caine? Why did you change your name?
Why would you be upset that Mom kept this?" Tom asked.

	Liam sighed and stopped in front of the man he had raised as a son
for all of these years.  He was just glad that the restaurant hadn't
opened before Tom had come. Cassy, sensing that Tom was not going to
like what he heard, placed an arm of comfort around him. "Look, I know
this isn't going to be easy for you to hear.  It sure as hell isn't easy
to say.  But as much as I wish it, I am not your real father."

	Even though they were expecting something, this wasn't it. They
were stunned.  Actually Tom had gone beyond stunned.  How could this be?
The man before him was not his real father?  Then who was?  Tom got a
sickening feeling in his stomach as the gold from the pendant's chain
reflected off of the lights.

	"Thomas?  Are you all right?"  His father, no the man who had 
raised him, came out from behind the counter and walked towards him.
Tom shrugged off Cassy's arm and backed away.

	"No," Tom whispered in denial, "No!" he exclaimed more forcefully.

	"I didn't want to tell you this way," Liam replied remorsefully.
"You see, before she met me, she was dating some other guy by the name
of..." Liam paused for a moment in thought.  "Caine.  That's who it was.
Damon Caine. Only thing is he was running with a dangerous group of
people. Some Chinese cult or something like that.  Your mom broke away and
found out that she was pregnant with you.  I was her best friend and when
she asked me for help..."

	"You married her," Tom replied dejectly. "And here I thought all
of this time you two had been in love."

	Liam looked sharply at him, "Never doubt that I loved your mother,
Thomas.  I have loved her since we met in sixth grade. And in time, I
think she grew to love me."	

	Tom looked at the man before him.  The man who had raised him as
his own son and never hinted at all of the truth which must have been
eating away at him. He asked the question that Liam had been dreading all
of his life, "Dad, do you know where I can find my real father?"

	Liam shook his head silently, "Sorry, no."
	

	"What are you doing?" Cassy asked Tom as he flipped on the light
switch.  After leaving the Ryans' restaurant, they had returned to the
house.  Tom immediately headed for his parents' computer in the study.

	"I'm going to find Damon Caine, if its the last thing I do!" Tom
exclaimed as he sat down hard on the swivel chair in front of the desk.

	"And do what?" Cassy demanded as Tom angrily turned on the
computer and stared at the monitor.

	Tom seemed to deflate before her very eyes, "Cassy...I...just
don't know.  I just know that I have to find him.  Even if its only to
tell him about Mom.  I'm sure he would want to know."

	Cassy pushed on the chair until he was facing her, "And you're
curious.  I understand this Tom.  But if you find him, what are you going 
to tell him?  I'm your long lost son you never knew you had?"

	Tom rolled angrily back towards the computer avoiding her eyes, "I
don't know!  Why do you keep asking me these things?"  He tapped on some
keys and the external modem resting on the computer tower squealed to
life.

	Cassy watched as Tom searched through the FBI database. Upon
entering the name Caine in the search query two records showed up.

	"What the hell?"  Tom highlighted the first name.  "Kwai Chang
Caine.  Sounds Chinese to me."  He pressed the Enter button for more
information.  "Let's see he's a Shaolin priest who was arrested from
murder a while back. He was also arrested for assault.  Was thought to be
dead until he served on a jury a year ago in Sloanville."

	"Shaolin priest?" Cassy asked.

	Tom shrugged, "Beats me."  He clicked back out to the index and
selected the next name.  "Peter Caine.  Doesn't sound very Chinese to me.
Oh well."  As the information loaded, Cassy leaned against his back to
peer over his shoulder.

	"This guy was arrested for the murder of his girlfriend.  Only he
didn't do it.  Turns out somebody else did and he managed to get the bad
guy to confess."

	Tom pointed to the screen, "Look at this, he's a cop too.
Says here he's part of the Sloanville Police Force.  He's currently
assigned to the 101st Precinct."  Tom did a double take as he read the
next bit of information, "It says here Kwai Chang Caine is his father." 

	"You think they might know your father?" Cassy asked softly.

	"I'm not sure, but they seem like a good as place as any to
start," Tom replied as he reached for the phone to call the airport.

	"I guess we're going to Sloanville then," Cassy sighed.  She
wasn't sure how she felt about any of this.  And she wasn't going to be
the one that would be most affected.

	"You don't have to go you know," Tom replied.  Although it would
be nice to have some support in all of this, he thought to himself.

 	 She turned back to him, "Are you going to tell your...other
father?"

	Tom's hand paused over the number pad, "Yeah. I'll call Dad
before we leave."

	"All right, then I'll go pack."  She walked towards the doorway
again before once again turning, "Make sure you book the seats for the
both of us.  And I get the one by the window!"

	Wolf Gannett climbed the steps up to the 101st precinct for the
first time in his life.  He and Peter were planning a camping trip next 
week and he had arranged with his twin to go over their plans during
lunch.  He opened the front door and stepped inside.  

	He took a moment to take in his surroundings. So this was where
Peter worked. He smiled. Even though he'd only been on leave for a week,
he'd felt homesick.  But here, this was like stepping into the 72nd back
in Klensville. He glanced at the Sargeant manning the front desk. Only
difference between this guy and Sargeant Lukes back home was the fact that
this guy was much older and skinnier.  He stopped in front to ask for the
location of Peter's desk.

	"Caine?  Don't you have anything better to do?  Like maybe look at
the case files I just dropped on your desk?" a voice called out.  

	Wolf looked up startled. He was still going by the name Gannett.
He knew his father didn't exactly understand why he hadn't had his name
changed. After all, Peter had been adopted as well, but he hadn't taken
the Blaisdell name.  In fact, he had kept the name of Caine throughout his
whole life.  What his father didn't seem to realize was that Peter had
known he was a Caine since birth. While he, himself hadn't found out
that he was a Caine until a few years ago.  Wolf might be a Caine by
blood, but by name, he was a Gannett.

	Had that guy been talking to him or Peter?  Wolf looked around for
Peter.  No Peter to be seen any where. As he looked down he hit upon a 
realization. Oh shit!  He thinks I'm Peter. I knew I should have done my
laundry yesterday.  And now thanks to that guy, they all think I'm Peter.

	The sargent that was manning the desk looked up at him, his name
tag said Sgt. Broderick.  "What are you standing around waiting for Pete?
An engraved invitation?"

	He made a motion of protest, "But I'm not-" he stopped.  Had Peter
even told them about him?  If he hadn't, would he want him to?  Damn
it Peter.  Where are you?  Why aren't you here ready and waiting for me to
pick you up?  What the hell should I do?  Wolf decided to go for the
truth.

	 Wolf sighed and looked at Sgt. Broderick. "No, I'm looking for
my-"

	"Your desk?" Sgt. Broderick finished sarcasticly.  He pointed
helpfully to an empty desk near two women detectives. "It's over there.
Please, be my guest and take a seat."

	"But-" Wolf started.

	Broderick lifted an eyebrow as the man who had originally yelled
started forward.  As the man passed Peter's empty desk one of the women
stopped him with a question.

	"So Chief, how's Kelly?" Mary Margret Skalany asked, running
interference for her partner.  The man stopped in his tracks at the
mention of his girlfriend.

	"She's fine.  She's almost over the flu.  She'll be back
tomorrow," the Chief of Detectives replied, his facing losing his
gruffness as he thought about his girlfriend.

	Wolf took that opportunity to carefully make his way to Peter's
desk.  This didn't seem like a good time to correct everybody's
assumptions.  As he passed the chief and sat in Peter's chair, he said,
"Why don't you give her a call?" He picked up a pen with his right hand
and started twirling it between his fingers.

	"I don't know...Are you sure? I mean she needs her rest," the man
replied unsure of himself.

	"He did go out with her before," the blond detective on his left
replied, looking up from the file she had been pretending to read.  As
the chief left to make a phone call, Jody turned towards Wolf.  She
did a double take as she saw Wolf what he was doing.  He quickly dropped
the pen.  Her eyes widened slightly in recognition.  Then shook her head
as if in disbelief before turning back to her file.

	Wolf shook his head slightly as he thought furiously.  He knew
her.  She had been on the movie set with Peter.  Now what was her name?
He always remembered the names of the girls he liked.  Jody, wasn't it?
Detective Jody Powell.  Maybe after he got back from the camping trip, he
would ask her out.

	He sat up abruptly.  Wait a moment, did she say that Peter used
to date this Kelly? Hhmmmm...they had done a lot of talking and sharing
over the past week, but he didn't recall anybody named Kelly.  A Jordan,
yes, but not a Kelly.  He'd get the story out of Peter later. 

	Skalany looked at him, "It's a good thing you kept an extra
set of clothes in the locker rooms.  That coffee stain was definely
not you.  So when's your older brother coming to pick you up?"

	Wolf looked around and shrugged. He didn't know where Peter was at
the moment, but the least he could do for his twin was cover for him.  He
knew Peter would do the same for him if the need arose. Besides, he had
never gotten to do one of these twin switching things before. He rubbed
his hands before picking up one of the files on Peter's desk.  This could
be fun.

	
	"I'm sorry, but all of our Mustangs have been rented already," the
woman at the rental counter replied to Tom's query as she continued
typing in her computer.

	"Damn, what else have you got?" 

	Cassy shook her head as she watched her ex-husband talk with the
employee from the only rental agency in the airport.  Tom had insisted on
making all of the arrangements.  They had been standing there for almost
half an hour because Tom wanted to pick and chose what type of vehicle he
wanted.

	"Look, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that there's some kind of
convention going on. There aren't that many choices left," the woman
replied, exasperated.

	Cassy spoke up exasperated, "Just give us a car.  Any car that is
left and is in good working condition."  

	"All of our cars are in good working condition," the woman replied
frostily.  She had lost her patience a good ten minutes ago.  She typed
in her computer and gave them the most expensive car that was left in the
lot.  She shoved the paperwork towards Tom as she went off to get the
keys.

	"What's wrong with her?" Tom asked idly as he signed the papers.

	Cassy didn't have a chance to reply. The woman was back, "Here you
go, it's parked in space 211.  Have a nice day."

	"Sure, you too," Tom replied. He picked up the key from her and
went to get his bags.  Cassy was already out of the door.  He sighed to
himself.  She had always been impatient.  Then he admitted to himself why
he just caused that woman so much trouble. He didn't really  have to drive
a certain car.  It was just something to delay his meeting with Detective
Peter Caine.  God, what should he say when he met him?  What did that guy
look like?  Would there be any family resemblence?  What if the detective
asked for proof?  All he had was the word of his dad that this Damon Caine
was his father and a jade pendant symbolizing their love.  He glanced at
his watch. Shit, the appointment he made was in twenty minutes.  No time
to stop at the hotel to straighten up.  They'd have to go directly to the
101st precinct.

	He heard the thump of Cassy's bags as he glanced back up again.
She had found space 211.  And the dark colored Stealth parked in it looked
to be worth every penny he had just forked over.  He grinned.  He'd always
wanted to drive one of these. 
	
****Words in '' denote mindspeaking

	Wolf impatiently glanced at his watch for the third time since
sitting down.  What was taking Peter so long?  The dark haired woman
detective had mentioned something about a coffee stain and going to
change.  But this was ridiculous.  What was his twin, a peacock?

	'Hey!  I heard that!' Peter's voice rang indignantly in his head.
Wolf rubbed his suddenly throbbing head.  Peter definetly needed to work
on this mindspeaking thing.

	Peter sent a wordless apology through their bond.

	'Never mind.  Where the heck are you?' 

	Wolf missed his brother's answer as one of the prisoners that was
waiting to be processed broke out of the uniformed cop's hold and stole
his gun.  The man frantically waved the gun around.  "Stay away from me,
man!"  All of the cops ran to see what the commotion was about.
The officers that were already there, pulled out their guns and
pointed them at the man.

	"Look, just put the gun down," Sgt. Broderick said calmly,
"Nobody's going to hurt you."

	The man looked at him in disbelief, "What do you think I am?
Crazy?  They're all pointing guns at me!"

	Wolf mentally showed Peter all that was going on.  He felt it when
Peter recognized the man.  'That's Dereck Kellog.  He's mentally unstable.
I arrested him several years ago when he killed a man for looking at him
strange.'  He and Peter exchanged several solutions until the man
interrupted them by firing a shot into the ceiling.  He knew that Peter
was now by the stairs on the right side of the man.  The man had not yet
seen him. Wolf was just about to call out a distraction when he saw
the front door being cautiously opened.

	Oh god.  What kind of an idiot would walk into a police station
after hearing a shot fired?  His mouth gaped open as he saw two people
slowly poke their heads in.  Peter?!?  But it couldn't be.  He
was on the man's right,wasn't he?   What was he doing? He quickly turned 
back towards Peter's last position.  Peter was still crouching by the
stairs with gun in hand, mouth gaping wide open.

	The Peter look alike and the woman were carefully trying to
stay low and sneak in behind Derek.  Wolf and the others were trying not
to show any emotion on their faces.  But Dereck saw the look on a lot of
the officers' faces. They could not help their reactions.  Standing next
to them was Wolf, the person who they thought was Peter, however, it also
looked like Peter was trying to sneak around the mentally ill man as well.
Dereck turned his head and saw Tom and Cassy.

 	Tom paused as if just noticing that everybody in the
entire precinct was looking at him, and straighted up.  "Ummm...mind if we
join your party? We couldn't see a thing from out there."  He turned to
the girl beside him, "Cassy, remind me next time to ask for front row
seats."

	The man holding the gun pointed it at Tom.  "You!  You're the one
who sent me to prison!"

	Tom placed his hands palm out in front of him, "Whoa there, you
got the wrong man.  This is my first time in Sloanville."

	Wolf called out, "Actually I was the one who arrested you."  The
man whirled around as he heard Wolf speak.  The man turned his head left
and right as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.  "Which one?
Which one?" Tom's mouth dropped open as he took in Wolf's face for the
first time. Then it dropped even further as he saw Peter emerge on the
man's blindside and kicked the gun out of the man's hand.
"Ummm...actually, you could say that was me.  Dereck Kellog, you're under 
arrest."

	Jody spoke in the silence that descended after the man had been
led away, "Skalany, pinch me.  Please tell me I'm not dreaming."	

	Blake took his glasses off and polished them with a hankerchief,
"I think I need new prescriptions.  I'm not just seeing double, I'm seeing
triple!"

	Wolf, Peter, and Tom stepped closer to each other.  Cassy looked
on from the side.  The resemblence was uncanny.

	Finally Wolf remembered the manners that Rose Gannett had drilled
into him since he was a small boy.  "Hi, my name is Wolf Gannett.  This is
my twin brother, Peter Caine.  And you are?"

	Tom swallowed hard.  This was harder then he thought it would be.
He had just about changed his mind when they had pulled into the
precinct parking lot.  Cassy had insisted that they try considering that
they had travelled all of this way.  He had just been about to argue back
when they had heard a shot.  The shot had been the deciding factor in
the decision that could change his life forever.

	"My name is Tom Ryan.  And this is my partner Cassy St. John.
We're from the Palm Beach police force."

	"Well, thanks for the help," Peter replied.  It was unbelievable.
He knew that it was said that everyone had a twin.  Hell, he had found
his.  But a triplet?

	"How did you come to be in the neighborhood?" Wolf asked.

	"Actually, I came to see Detective Caine over here.  You see, I'm
looking for my real father," Tom replied.

	Wolf sighed and muttered, "Join the crowd."

	Tom looked at him puzzled.

	"Let me guess, his name is Kwai Chang Caine."

	Tom shook his head bewildered, "No, his name is Damon Caine.  Do
you know him?"

	Wolf and Peter looked at each other.  Wolf read what was in
Peter's mind.

	"Don't even say it," he admonished Peter.

	Peter didn't pay any attention to him.  "The Caine family
vine strikes again. Creep, creep, creep." 


 	Tom's announcement stunned the twins, Wolf especially.  Damon
Caine? Not Kwai Chang Caine?  What was it with this family?  Didn't any of
them let their sons know where they would be?  Did all of the sons of
Caines have to look for their fathers?  Weren't any of them good enough
for their fathers?

	Peter excused himself from the others to ask his foster father,
and superior, for the rest of the day off.  Paul was standing at the
doorway of his office watching.  When he saw Peter coming, he waved him
away, "Go.  It's not every day that you get to introduce a new family
member to your father."

	As Paul turned to go back in his office, he muttered to himself, 
"Although I must say, it does seem to be becoming a habit with you
recently."

	Peter jogged back to the others.  Wolf turned to him, "Let's go to
Chinatown.  We're going to go have to track Pop down."

	Tom looked at Cassy, who was leaning tiredly against the wall, and
replied, "Is it okay if we do stop at our motel first?" He looked at his
watch.  "We`ve been traveling for most of the day."

	Cassy touched his arm and pulled him away from the other two,
"Excuse us for a moment, please."  What was up with Tom?  He didn't look
tired at all.  In fact, when he had that look in his eye, it usually meant
that he had more energy then ever.  He thrived on adrenaline and the
episode with the man holding up the precinct was right up his alley.  She
on the other hand was wiped.  She'd stayed up late packing for the trip.

	"What is it, Cassy?"

	"Tom, what's going on?  First you couldn't wait to show up.
Then once we're here, you don't want to continue?"

	"I don't know, Cass.  I mean, none of this is what I expected it to
be.  Already we know that we got the right Caines.  I mean, look at them!
I have two clones of me standing less then a hundred feet away!  What
happens if my father hates me?   What if he doesn't want a son? What if he
doesn't remember my mom? What if-"  

	"And what if he likes you?" Cassy interrupted.  She shook her
head.  "You're a terrific person.  You're handsome.  You're smart."  She
continued to tick off reasons why his father would love him.

	Tom muttered to himself under his breath. "If I'm such a terrific
guy, why did you divorce me?"

	"What did you say, Tom?" Cassy asked, stopping in mid-thought.

	"Nothing."  Tom quickly changed the subject.  "I was just
wondering about our motel rooms. With a town this size and that convention
here...I just figured that we had better check in first."

	"How about you go with your cousins first, and I'll go check us
in.  I'll meet up with you later on."

	"All right, sounds good to me," Tom agreed.  

		*************************************

	Tom and Cassy had been discussing something for a while at the
other end of the room.  Wolf turned to his younger brother by seventeen
minutes.  "What do you think?"

	"Think?  About what?  Having another mirror image?  Gaining
another family member?" Peter shrugged. "You know, Dad's right.  For a guy
who only had a foster family until three years ago, an awful lot of new
members have been popping up recently."

	"Yeah, but shouldn't that be a good thing?" Wolf asked. Family.
After the Gannetts had died, the only family he'd had was Damon.  Damon
had been the one who helped him through his grief.  Damon had seen to it that 
he had completed training to become a full fledged member of the Sing Wah.
He had given him something to hold onto after the accident that had taken
away his parents and his beloved sister. It didn't matter whether
Damon was on the side of good or evil.  In his mind, Damon was more 
his father then Kwai Chang would ever be.

	Peter broke into his thoughts, "How do you think Uncle Damon will
react?"

	"Probably better than Pop did," Wolf muttered.  Although he tried
not to show it, it still bothered him that his real father hadn't
recognized him as a Caine when he had first met him on the movie set.
After all, Damon hadn't had any problems tracking him down and identifying
him.

<INSERT FLASHBACK MUSIC HERE>

	All of Wolf's family now lived in the Klensville Cemetary.
His parents and his sister, the only family he's ever known.  Ripped away
in five minutes.  Five minutes.  That's all the time it took for him to
answer a phone call while his family had been waiting in the car.  If only
he hadn't gone back.  They would have left five minutes earlier and they
would have all been alive.  But no, instead a drunk driver had careened
into his father's car, and he had lost everything and everyone.  He was
sure that the drunk was thanking God for not letting him survive to face
Wolf.

	 At the end of their funerals a man had broken in on his privacy
and introduced himself as Damon Caine.  His uncle.  His real uncle.  Then
he had taken him to a dark castle to introduce him to his Sing Wah master,
Ling Han Tsu.

	"Is this your son, Damon?" the Sing Wah leader had asked from his
throne.

	"No, master.  He is my nephew. I don't have a son."

	The man tilted his head and looked at Damon.  His forehead
crinkled in thought as he stroked his long beard.  "I was given to
understand that he was your son."

	Wolf turned to his new uncle, "I don't think he's going to accept
me Uncle Damon."  He flicked his left wrist to look at the watch face
resting there, "Let's go, I have to be at the precinct in an hour to
report in for my shift."

	Tsu sat up abruptly, "He is a cop?  You have brought a cop into
our midst?"

	"Huh?  What's the deal?  Yeah, I'm a cop, so what?" Wolf was
bewildered.  Sure this guy seemed a little strange.  He was dressed in
robes and a cape, like he was playing a role in a Chinese version of
Dungeons & Dragons.  This was the group Uncle Damon wanted him to join?

	The man stroked his beard in thought and nodded to Damon as if he 
had just pointed out something useful. "All right, I will place him in your
charge. It will be your job to train him and keep him in line."

	"I will train him as if he were my own, master." Damon bowed and
motioned for Wolf to do the same.  They walked away after gaining Tsu's
dismissal.

	"Come Wolf, let me show you your new home."

<END FLASHBACK HERE>

	Wolf woke up abruptly from his memories as Peter elbowed him in
his ribs.  The air in his lungs whooshed out.  He glared at his twin.
Peter nodded towards their duplicate.

	"Hey, are you all right?" Tom asked, concerned, as they walked up.

	"Yeah," Wolf replied after catching his breath, "So, what did you
two decide?"

	Cassy replied, "I'm going to take the car and check us in to the
motel before they give our rooms away.  Tom's going with you two."

	"Give your rooms away?" Wolf asked.

	Peter slapped himself on the forehead, "That's right.  That
convention's here.  I guess it's a good thing you guys showed up.
Otherwise I would have been working security over there.  You wouldn't
believe how these kind of things can get."

	"What kind of convention is it?  Must be pretty popular," Cassy
remarked.

	"Yeah, it is.  I heard it was something called FuFest, or
something like that. Happens every year or so.  I don't know, so far I've
managed to always avoid it." Peter shrugged as they made arrangements to
meet back with Cassy at Delancy's later that night. 

	After an hour of searching and talking to people on the streets,
Peter opened the door to his father's kungfu academy.  He stopped in the
doorway, blocking Wolf and Tom's entrance, as his eyes landed on the sight
before him.  His grandfather, Matthew Caine, was watching his oldest and
youngest sons spar.  The two fighters warily circled one another on the
mat.  Each of them looking for an opportunity to attack.  Martin was 
sweating heavily, but looked to be holding his own.  Peter recognized a
move he remembered learning at the academy.  Kwai Change Caine
quickly blocked the kick and threw a punch.  Martin dodged the blow just
in time and circled his brother again.

	"Ahh, Peter, come and join us," Matthew invited as he caught sight
of his grandson in the doorway.

	Martin Bradshaw took his eyes off of his brother to look
towards the doorway at the new arrivals.  At that moment, Kwai Chang swept 
his legs out from under him, causing him to land with a muffled oath.

	Martin took his brother's offered hand and gingerly got up, 
rubbing his sore bottom.  "And I thought I was getting the hang of this
too."  He sighed, "I guess it's more kungfu training for me."

	"Yes." Matthew replied, getting up from his chair with the help of
his cane.  "You must learn to always be aware of your surroundings, but
you must also learn not be distracted by them."

	Wolf tapped Peter's shoulder from behind. "You want to let the
rest of us in too?"  

	"Oh, yeah, sorry."  Peter moved from the doorway to let in his
brother. 

	"Hey, Wolf, What's..." Martin's mouth dropped to the floor as he
saw Tom enter behind him. "Good God!  You're multiplying!"

	Peter and Wolf grinned as Tom nodded to them.  Was one of these
men his father, Damon Caine? If so, which one?  The one dressed in slacks
and a polo shirt, or one of the older ones who were dressed
in....karate gis? Tom gave up on trying to figure out what they were
wearing.  "Hi," Tom said nervously.
	
	Kwai Chang and his father also had looks of surprise on their
faces.  Caine cocked his head to the right in confusion. "I have another
son that I did not know about?"

	Peter slung his arm around his father's shoulder and gave him a
hug of greeting.  Wolf tentatively held back, giving his father a slight
respective bow.  After all, even though he had known about his father for
a while, he did not really KNOW him.  Caine bowed back to Wolf.

 	"Another son?" Tom asked. "That depends. Are you Damon Caine?"
Tom mentally slapped himself in the forehead. Geez, he had planned
the whole scene earlier on the plane ride here.  He planned on showing his
father the jade pendant asking him if he remembered Katherine Ryan. If the
answer was yes, tell Damon about Katherine's death. And then maybe, just
maybe, if he got up the nerve, he'd introduce himself as Damon's son. And
when it came down to the wire, this was what he actually did. God, no wonder 
Cassy had divorced him. At that moment, Tom thought that a more
insensitive dolt had never been born.

	Martin exchanged looks with his father and brother. "You're
looking for Damon Caine?"

	"Yeah, my name is Tom Ryan.  My mom passed away a couple of days
ago.  While I was going through her things, I found this."  Tom reached
into his pocket and withdrew the jade pendant.  The gold chain slithered
through his fingers, sliding neatly onto Matthew's hand.  The eldest Caine
silently translated the characters while everyone crowded around for a
glimpse.

	"Well?  What does it say?" Martin asked impatiently.

	"It is a message of love from Damon to this man's mother," Matthew
replied.

	Martin looked at Tom and the twins before chuckling, "Well,
there's no denying it, he sure has the look of a Caine.  Two Caines to be
exact."

	"Are you my father?" Tom asked warily.

	Martin shook his head and offered Tom his hand, "No, I'm your
uncle, well half uncle anyway.  The name's Martin Bradshaw."  Tom shook
his hand.  "Bradshaw?  Not Caine?" He motioned towards the twins. "Like
them?  I'm still trying to figure out how twins managed to get two
different last names."

	Martin shrugged, "Long story."

	Kwai Chang bowed to him, "I am your other uncle, Kwai Chang."  He
motioned to his father, "This is your grandfather Matthew Caine."

	Tom awkwardly bowed to each of them. "Umm...I hate to be rude, but
do any of you know how to contact my...father?"

	Everyone looked at each other, the last time any of them had seen
Damon was after their battle with the leader of the Sing Wah,  Ling Han
Tsu.  At the end, Damon had made the decision to join the side of good and
helped them defeat his master.  After that, he had disappeared.

	"I do," a voice spoke up in the silence.  They all turned towards
the speaker.
	

		

***Note, words in ''denote mindspeaking

	"I do," Wolf repeated as everyone turned to look at him in
surprise.

	"You've known all of this time and you didn't tell any one?" Peter
asked incredulously.  Peter advanced on his brother.  Their father and
grandfather had been draining their energies to get in touch with Damon so
that they could heal the gap between them all before it was too late.  And
Wolf had known all of this time!

<INSERT FLASHBACK MUSIC HERE>

	Peter walked into his father's kung fu academy with a spring in
his step.  He knew where his most of his family was at that moment.
His grandfather was still here, his Uncle Martin, and his brother, Wolf.
Well, actually, Wolf wasn't going to come back until two days later.  He
had gone back to Klensville to exchange his Stealth for his Toyota 4
Runner for their upcoming camping trip.  Peter couldn't wait.  He hoped it
would be like those camping trips that he had taken with the Blaisdells
when they were younger.  Maybe they could do a little male bonding while
they fished...Peter stopped and made a mental note to add canned food and
a can opener to their list of supplies.  He didn't know about Wolf, but he
was not eating roots and berries again.

	"Pop?" Peter called out. "Are you here?"

	He received no answer.  The guy on the street selling crabs had
been sure he had seen Kwai Chang Caine go to his academy.  Peter shrugged
to himself and continued looking in the other rooms.  "Pop?"  

	His Uncle Martin stood guarding a doorway.  "Wait, Peter!  You
can't disturb them right now.  They're trying to find a hint of Damon's
chi.  If you interrupt them at the wrong moment, it could be fatal."

	Peter looked over his uncle's shoulder, into the open doorway.
What he saw shocked him. His father and grandfather  were sitting
face to face, with their palms touching. Then without warning, they
dropped their arms and collapsed on their sides.  Peter
and Martin rushed in, each running to their respecitve father.

	"Pop?" Peter asked worriedly, as he lifted his father's head onto
his lap. "Are you okay?"

	"Yes...." Kwai Chang Caine's eyes fluttered open.  "I will be when
you stop...calling me, Pop!"

	Peter couldn't help, but chuckle. After carefully seating his
father against the wall, he went to get some water for his elders.

	Martin was carefully tending to Matthew.  "Was your quest
sucessful, father?"

	Matthew shook his head regretfully. "It was not."

	Peter turned to look at them as he entered with the water.  He
handed a glass to Martin and knelt by his father's side. "Quest? What
quest?"

	Matthew sighed quietly, "I wished to make peace with my other son,
before I had to leave.  And so, we have been searching for Damon."

	Caine spoke up from Peter's side, "However, we were not able
to...trace?  Damon's chi.  It is as if he does not wish to be found."

	"Well, I can believe that," Peter replied, as the rest of them
looked at him. "What?  I would if I were in his shoes.  He turned against
his master, and that guy did not look to be a forgiving soul.  I'd be
trying to hide from anyone and everyone."

	"Peter, all people have the capibilities to change," his father
started.

	"I know, Pop.  Damon did.  However, I don't think his master
will." Peter said. "But what I can do is try to search for him the old
fashioned way, from sheer detective work."

	"Thank you, Peter," Matthew replied from his position near his
son, "I would appreciate it."

<END FLASHBACK HERE>

	Wolf shrugged, "How was I supposed to know you were all
looking for him?  None of you asked me."

	"So how do we get in touch with...him?" Tom asked as he walked
towards a basin of sand with rocks in it.  He idly moved his
fingers through the basin, feeling the small grains of sand slide gently
through them.  He pretended that the answer to his question didn't really
matter to him, but it did.  He wanted the man to know that he had a son.  At 
first, he had had some doubts about telling his father, but now, in this
honest reflection of his soul, he knew that there had never been any
doubts at all.  He needed to know who his father was and to meet him face
to face. He watched as the last bit of doubt trickled like the sand from
his fingers. He looked up at Wolf for the answer.

	Wolf backed away as Peter invaded his personal space.  "Hell, I
don't even know if it still works.  It's been a while since I've used it."

	"Your powers?" Caine asked his eldest son quietly. He cocked
head slightly in inquiry.  He still did not understand his oldest son, but
he was willing to try.  He had already missed so much in Matt's...no
Wolf's life.  He didn't want to miss any more.  Not one detail.  He was
also most curious about what his son had learned from the Sing Wah.  The
Shaolin suspected that Wolf had as much power as Peter, but more training.

	"No, nothing like that at all," Wolf protested. "I was talking
about his beeper number."

	"Damon Caine has a beeper?" Peter asked, shocked.  There was a
Caine from the older generation who used new technology?  This was
amazing!  He couldn't even get his father to install a phone.

	"Yeah, it saves time.  You know, 'beep beep, where the hell are
you?'  None of this, 'Go to Chinatown and ask for Caine',
kind of thing." Wolf replied.

	"Well, what's the number?" Peter asked impatiently.

	Wolf took out his wallet and rifled through the contents before
drawing out a yellowing, tattered card.  Peter took it from his
hand and read the front aloud.  "Skating instructions by skating
professional Christina Gannett..."  

	Wolf roughly took the card out of his brother's hand and
flipped it over.  He still couldn't think of his sister without pain.

<INSERT FLASHBACK MUSIC HERE>

	Six year old Wolf Gannett stood on his tiptoes with his face
pressed against the clear plastic, trying to see nine year old sister,
Christina, who was ice skating inside.  Only problem was that he
was too short.  Wolf looked around for a solution. He ran towards a man
sitting on a bench, working on a stack of papers and pulled on his arm.
The man looked up at Wolf and put down his pen.

	"What's wrong, son?"

	"Daddy!  I wanna see Chrissy!" he wailed to the man.

	"Still too short, huh?  Guess you should have eaten all of your
veggies yesterday.  Don't think I didn't notice you sneaking them to
Ruff."

	Wolf paused for a moment in chagrin.  His mommy had to work late
yesterday so daddy had had to feed him.	 Only thing was he didn't like the
veggies from the frozen dinners any better then the fresh ones his mommy
cooked.  "Dogs need veggies too.  That way he can get big and strong
too."

	Michael Gannett shook his head at his son's logic.  He put his
papers away in his briefcase and walked towards his son.  "If you
promise to eat your veggies tonight, I'll lift you up so that you can see
Christina, all right?"  He wished his wife was here, but she was attending
some kind of police conference in Ohio this week.  He didn't know how she
did it, but Rose had always gotten Wolf to eat his veggies without any
bribes.  He missed her already and she hadn't even been gone for one day.

	Wolf nodded eagerly and climbed into his father's arms. "Getting
kind of heavy aren't you?"
	
	"Want to be big and strong so I can skate with Chrissy.  She
promised.  She said like Kim and Steve."  Wolf pointed.  Now that he
was further up he could see everybody.  

	Michael followed his son's small finger and saw two of his
daughter's classmates from skating class.  He watched as Kim and Steve
skated side by side to line up for a single axel.  He winced as Steve
fell.  He really had a reason to wince when Wolf grabbed at his ear.
"What?  What is it?"

	"Look Daddy!  It's Chrissy.  She's doing a top!"

	Michael looked at his daughter and smiled.  She was practicing the
sit spin that she had learned last week.

	"Down!  Daddy, let me down."  Wolf started wiggling.
	
	"Stop!  Wolf, where are you going?"  Michael ran towards his
wayward son as Wolf found the gate that let him onto the ice.  "No,
Wolf!  You don't have any skates!"

	Wolf didn't listen to his father.  Instead he started running
towards his sister.  "Chrissy!  I wanna skate too!  I'm already big and
strong!" He slipped haphazardly on the slick ice, falling on his bottom.
He started crying.  He wanted to be with his sister.

	Michael started to carefully brave the ice in his business shoes
until he heard his daughter's voice.  "I'll get him, Dad."  He watched as
his daughter gracefully skated to Wolf.

	Christina Gannett carefully knelt down on the cold ice in front
of her brother.  "What is it, Little Wolf?"

	"I'm not little!"  Wolf protested as he looked up, his face all
red with tears leaking down his face.  "I wanna learn skating now!  I 
wanna skate with you now," he sniffled.

	Steve and Kim skated towards them.  Steve smirked as he heard the
last remark.  "You're too little, squirt."  Steve flexed his arm, "You're
not strong enough either."  Christina stood up. "Shut up!"  She turned
back to her brother.  "Come on Wolf."  Wolf wiped his arm across his face
and tentatively stood up.  Then he carefully followed his sister out of
the rink.
		
			**************************

	After dinner of spagetti, the only meal that Michael knew how to
cook from his bachelor days, Chrissy went in search of her little brother.
She found him in the basement playing with their father's weights.  He was
using one of the hand weights and lifting it up and down in his
two small hands.

	"Wolf, what are you doing?"
	
	There was a sheen of sweat on his face, "I'm trying to get
stronger. Steve said I had to be strong."

	"But Wolf, you don't even know how to skate yet," Chrissy replied
gently.  She was touched that her brother wanted to do something for her.

	"Will you teach me?" Wolf replied hopefully, dropping the weight
on the floor with a thump. "Please?" he added in an afterthought.

	"You really want to learn?" Chrissy asked seriously.

	Wolf nodded.

	Chrissy took his hand, "All right, we'll do it together then.
Chrissy and Wolf against the world."

	Wolf smiled and repeated, "Yeah!  Me and Chrissy 'gainst the
world!"

<END FLASHBACK HERE>

	Chrissy had taught him everything that she had known.  And for a
couple of years they had even competed a little in some pair skating.  But
after a while, he had had to make a decision.  Figure skating or ice
hockey.  He had chosen ice hockey.  Chrissy had decided to coach partime
at the local rink and finish college.  She had been so proud
of him the day he had graduated from the police academy.  

	He heard a voice calling his name.

	"Wolf," Peter repeated.  Peter looked closer at his brother, and
mentally sent, 'Are you all right?'

	Wolf shook himself out of his memories.  'Yeah, I'm fine.  Just
doing a little reminiscing.'  

	"Well, we got a number, now can someone point me to the nearest 
phone?" Tom asked, breaking the silence.

	
	

	Everyone waited impatiently for Wolf to finish making the call to
Damon's beeper, each of them lost in their own thoughts.  After
dialing a string of numbers, and relaying his message to Damon to the
operator,  Wolf snapped his cellular phone shut. "That's it, now we wait."
They all looked at the phone in his hand, as if their combined stares
would cause it to ring.

	Tom's face showed his uncertainty and nervousness.  "How long
do you think that will take?"

	Wolf shrugged apologeticlly. "Sorry, I don't know.  Sometimes
right away."  He ran his hand through his hair. "Hell, I don't even know
if he still carries that thing.  I mean, this was before he got really
good with that mindspeaking thing."

	Tom looked at him; what the Hell was his cousin talking about?
Mindspeaking?  The only time he'd encountered that term was from 
some of those fantasy and magic books he read as a kid.  They couldn't be
talking about the same thing, right?  That was impossible in real life,
wasn't it?  "Mindspeaking?" he asked aloud.

	Peter took Tom's arm and sat him down.  "Tom, I think this would
be a good time to clue you in on some of the family heritage..."

		******************************************* 
	
	Ling Han Tsu surveyed what was left of the room Damon had used to
hold his family prisoner.  He gritted his teeth as he thought of the
his ex-right-hand man.  If it were not for the actions of Damon and his
traitous nephew, the Sing Wah would have been victorious in that battle.  
If he could get his hands on those two now, he would...Tsu broke off his
thought for vengence as he watched one of his men trying to rehang a
tapestry. "Be careful with that, you fool!"  

	Tsu's new right hand man, Lo Tou, came in with a cardboard box
overflowing with Damon's personal belongings.  "I have cleaned out that
traitor's room, Master Tsu.  Where should I place his items?"

	All of a sudden, a muffled sound was heard coming from the box.
Lo Tou dropped the box.  The sound came again. Beep, beep.  Tou knelt down
and carefully shifted through the items until he came upon the
sound's source.  

	"What is it?" Tsu asked, reaching for the palm sized black box.

	"It is Damon's beeper," Tou replied. "Someone is attempting to
contact him."

	"Who is it?" Tsu asked.

	Tou leaned towards Tsu's hand so that he could read the display.

			IMPORTANT
			NEED TO TALK
			AM AT POP'S
			WOLF
			555-1998

	"It is Damon's nephew, Master."

	"Good, good, do you know where he is?" Tsu asked.  Now they had
an idea on where to find the Caines.

	"Yes, according to this message he is at his father's.  He is
probably talking about his place in Chinatown." Tou started.  

	Tsu's hand smacked against his cheek.  "What do you mean
probably?  You are my new right hand, why do you not know for sure?

	"I will get on it right away, Master." Tou replied, rubbing the
sting from his cheek.

	"See that you do," Tsu commanded, in a firm voice, "I want those
traitors dead!"
 	Two hours had passed since Wolf had made the call, and there 
was still no reply.  Tom nervously paced back and forth and ran his
hands through his hair, making it stand on end. Matthew and Caine were
sipping tea and watching the twins help their Uncle Martin with his kung
fu.
 
 	Martin wiped the sweat from his face and threw another punch at
Wolf. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched his father. Matthew
was nodding at something his eldest son had told him.  Martin ducked
just as he sensed Wolf making a punch of his own.  Wolf's hand grazed
his shoulder.
 
 	"Try this."  Peter gently guided his uncle's arms in the
proper position to block Wolf's next punch. 
 
 	"You need to focus on the fight at hand.  Block out all outside
distractions." Caine replied, offering advice from across the room. 
 
 	Martin sighed and bowed to Wolf to signal the end of the sparring.
Wolf nodded and went to get them some water as Peter pulled his uncle
aside.
 
 	"You want to talk about it?" Peter asked.
 
 	"What's to talk about?" Martin leaned back against the wall. 
"Our family's increased again."
 
 	Peter scrutinized his uncle's face. "But that's not what's
bothering you."
 
 	Martin looked at his nephew, "How do you do it?  How do you deal
with the pressure?"
 
 	"What pressure?" Peter was puzzled, what the heck was his uncle
talking about?
 	
 	"The pressure to change who you and what you are?"
 
 	 Peter looked out towards the far corner to where his father
and grandfather were talking about kung fu techniques.  It finally occured
to him why Martin had been trying so hard. "Uncle Martin, it's not
necessary to change who and what you are.  You just sort of take things as
they come.  After all, two years ago, I knew that I was a cop. That was
who I was and who I wanted to be.  But then my father came back."
 
 	Martin nodded and signalled for Peter to continue.  His nephew's
story seemed to parallel his so much.  All of his life, his mother had
told him that his father had died.  And now, only a few months ago, his
half brother told him that Matthew Caine was alive.
 
 	Peter continued. "After my father came back, I started
training in kung fu, but that wasn't because he pressured me into it.
At first, I trained because that seemed to be the only way to reach
him, but it wasn't.  He told me that he loved me for who I was. Later
on, I completed my Shaolin training, but not for him.  For me."
Peter slung his arm over his uncle's shoulder.
 
 	Martin hugged his nephew back.  "You know, I think we're doing
this a bit backward here.  Aren't uncles supposed to be advising the
nephews?  Not the other way around?"
 
         Peter chuckled, "So we Caines do it a bit differently in our
family."  
 
 	At Peter's words, Martin froze. "But I'm not a Caine.  Not
a real one any way."
 
 	A voice spoke up from behind them.  "My son, you are a Caine in
every way that counts."  While they had been talking, Matthew Caine had
snuck up on them.  Peter released his uncle and left them alone to talk.
 
 	"But-" Martin protested.
 
 	"If I had known about you, I would never have left your mother."
 
 	"Why did you leave her?"
 
 	"I had heard rumors.  Rumors about your brother Damon.  My wife
was captured by the Sing Wah when I was gone.  I did not know that she was
carrying Damon, until much later."
 
 	"Oh."  Martin didn't know what else to say.
 
 	"I would be honored if you took on the Caine name," his father
said.
 
 	"I-I have to think about this," Martin replied.
 
 	Matthew nodded, and together they went back to join the others.
 	
 			*************************
 	
 	Tom looked at his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time in
the past hour.  He sighed, only fifteen seconds had passed since last
time. Why couldn't his father pick up the damn phone and call?  He glanced
over at Wolf's cellular phone on the table. 'Ring damn it!'  He mentally
shouted at the phone.
 
 	Then, as if in answer to his command, the phone rang.  He
jumped in surprise. Everyone else stopped what they were doing and looked
at the phone, as if in a trance. The phone rang again. Finally Wolf went
to the phone and snapped it open.  "Wolf here. Yeah, he's right here.  
Hold on."  He held the phone out to Tom.  "It's for you."
 
 	"Is it-" Tom started.  Then he realized how dumb that question
would have been.  If it had been his father, he couldn't have asked for
Tom.  Damon couldn't have asked because he didn't know of his existence
yet.  He gave Wolf an inquiring glance.
 
 	Wolf gave him an apologetic look. "No, it's your partner."
 
 	Tom glanced at his watch again just before taking the phone.  "Oh
no!  We were supposed to meet her an hour ago!"  He walked into the far
corner of the room for some privacy and turned his attention to the phone
in his hand.  "Hi...Cass?"  Tom winced as his ex-wife quickly fired
questions at him, not letting him get in a word edgewise. Why was he
always the late one?  Why couldn't he be on time, just once?  And what was
happening?  Had he gotten in touch with his father yet?  How did he feel?  
 
 	Tom lost his patience, "Cass!  Slow down!" He felt the others turn
to look at him.  He shrugged.  Then he took advantage of Cassy's silence.  
"Look, are you still at Delancy's?  I'll fill you in over there then.  Uh
huh. No, I haven't eaten yet."  Tom hated it when Cassy went into her
scolding mothering complex.  When she did that, she would treat him like
such a kid.  Although, it was kinda nice when he was sick or hurt.  At
least then, he knew she still cared.  It gave him hope that their
relationship still had a chance. "Okay, I'll tell him. We'll be there
in....?" Tom glanced at Peter for an answer.  Peter held out his hands
with all fingers pointing up. "Cassy?  We'll be there in ten minutes,
alright?  See ya."  He disconnected the phone and gave it back to Wolf.
 
 	Wolf took the phone back and placed it in his pocket, "Alright,
let's go grab some grub."
 
 	Matthew and Kwai Chang tooked at each other.  "Grub?" they asked
simultaneously.
 
 	Martin walked behind them and slung his arms over both of their
shoulders.  "You know, grub, as in food."  He looked as each of their
puzzled faces cleared.  "We're going to have to work on your slang."
 
 	"Later, okay?  I'm hungry," Peter said as he shrugged on his
jacket, "So let's get moving."
 	
 
 
*** Note, Tracy Lecates was used with her permission:)


	"You know, it amazes me that every time I've been here with you,
this spot is always free."  Wolf remarked to his brother as he parked in
front of Delancy's.  

	Peter shrugged.  After all, what else could he say?  Was it his
fault that he was so lucky?  Tom exited from the back as the others pulled
up in Martin's car.

	Matthew got out with the help of his youngest son and looked at
the building in front of him.  "How very interesting," he said, tilting
his head a little to the right.

	Wolf held the door open as they all entered the bar.  Sitting in
the far corner, munching on pretzels, were Jody, Mary Margaret, and
Cassy.  On their way towards them, Peter stopped to talk to a
waitress who was waiting for the bartender to mix the drinks she
needed. "Hey, Stacy!  Where's Terry?"

	Stacy turned to look at Peter, "Terry?  He called in with the flu
earlier today, said it was so bad that he was seeing double."  She lowered
her voice to a stage whisper, "Personally, I think he's faking so he can
spend time with his new girlfriend."

	"Why do you say that?"  Peter asked curiously.

	"Because she was part of that FuFest crowd that came in
yesterday, and they couldn't take their eyes off of each other."
Stacy shook her head. "She kept staring at him like she wanted to drag 
him behind the bar and jump his bones.  And him, well, he wasn't
any better.  He looked at her as if she was the last piece of chocolate on
Earth."

	"So who is she?"

	"Well, according to Terry, her name is Tracy and she writes
fan fiction for a living.  She just finished a piece.  Now what was it
called again?" She tapped a finger on her chin. "Oh yeah, I think it was
called Blood Relations or something."

	"Fan fiction?  Fiction I've heard of: non, general, science,
and historical, but I don't recall anything about fan fiction.  Where
does that fall in the dewy decimal system?"

	"Beats me.  All I know is that I'm shocked that the bar didn't
burn down with all the sparks those two were letting off.."

	"I thought that they would be pretty explosive together anyway."

	Stacy gave him a perplexed look.

	"Because of their initials, T & T.  You know like
dynamite, TNT?"

	Stacy groaned at the lame joke and shook her head.  "I'll be
around to get your order in a minute." Then she left to deliever the
drinks the bartender placed on her tray.

	Peter shrugged. "Was it something I said?" he asked no one in
particular.

	The bartender who was filling in for Terry wiped his counter.
"Just don't quit your day job pal.  I don't see any future for you as a
comedian."

	"Hey!" Peter protested.

	"I just call them like I see them."  The man left to fill
someone's drink order as Peter returned to join his group.

	As Peter was sitting down, he heard Cassy say, "Aren't you guys
sort of putting all of your eggs in one basket?  I mean what if your
Damon Caine no longer carries the beeper?"

	"Then we are...how do you say?  Out of options?"  Matthew replied
to her question.

	A silence fell over the group.  Jody cleared her throat and turned
to Wolf, "So are you and Peter still going on that camping trip?"
	
	Wolf looked at Peter as his twin turned to look at him.  "I guess
so.  My leave is going to end soon."  He tilted his head at Peter, 
and Peter nodded.

	Mary Margaret tapped on Peter's arm. "Hey, partner, you want
to include us in on your conversation?"

	"Hhmmm?  We were just debating," he answered his partner.

	"Debating on what?" Tom asked.

	"On how you felt about camping?" Wolf replied.

	"Me?" Tom asked incredulously.

	"Yeah you.  How about it?  Want to do some male bonding with us?"
	
	Tom looked uncertainly at Cassy.  It wouldn't be right to leave
her.  After all, she came to support him.

	"Don't worry, Tom," Jody said as she saw the indecision in his
face.  "We'll be doing a little female bonding ourselves, right Skalany?"

	"That's right.  We'll be discussing strategies on how to deal with
the Caine men."

	"Now that would be fun," Cassy said, rubbing her hands 
together.

	 They all looked up at the sound of a tray hitting the floor.
Stacy was staring at them.  Well, more specificily at Tom, Peter, and
Wolf.  "Oh god, maybe Terry wasn't faking."  She placed a hand on her
head.  "I'm not seeing double, I'm seeing triple!"  Stacy picked up her
tray and left.

	Cassy watched their waitress leave. "Thanks a lot guys.  Now
how are we going to order?"
	

	Peter unloaded the sleeping bags from the 4 Runner as Tom
and Wolf attempted to set up the tent.  The scenery around them was
beautiful. The birds were chirping, and every once in a while, 
the sound of a small animal scurrying around could be heard.  The
mountains surrounding them reached up towards the sky with their
majestic heights and snow white caps.  The valleys were lush and
green with the first signs of Spring.
       
	"I'm telling you, Tom, it says pole 7 matches with pole 8
which is also connected to part 3,"  Wolf said, exasperated, as he
read the instructions that came with the family sized tent.

	"You're kidding me!  What kind of logic is that?" Tom exclaimed as
he randomly picked up poles from the pile by his feet.  He looked
at the sticker at the end of the pole and frowned.  He dropped the pole
with a clank and picked up another one.

	Peter turned to his twin. "It really wasn't necessary to get
a tent this big, you know.  I'm sure we could have made do with a pup
tent."

	"Why bother?  It'll be more comfortable in this bigger one," Wolf
replied, squinting at the directions again.  He held the piece of paper in
front of him and turned it, as if looking at it from a different angle
would help.

	"Hey, will one of you hand me the hammer?" Tom called.  Wolf and
Peter turned to look at him.  Tom had unfolded the tent.  The poles
were laying flat out in a shape similar to the picture on the box, waiting
to be tied to the tent.

	Wolf slapped himself in the forehead.  "I knew I forgot
something."

	"You forgot the hammer?" Tom asked incredously, rolling a tent
stake between his hands.

	"All right, is there anything we can use to substitute, 
then?" Wolf asked, looking around at the supplies scattered around
them.

	"I'm a Shaolin Cop, not MacGyver," Peter muttered.

	Wolf spotted something promising further down the the valley.  
He knelt down and took his swiss army knife out of his pocket.   Quickly
opening it, he used it to pry a rock from the valley's grip.  He raised
the rock in victory to his fellow campers as he jogged back to them. 

	Tom hammered the stakes in while Peter and Wolf collected more
rocks to build a fire ring.

	"All right you two, I'm going to need some help propping
these poles up."  Wolf and Peter held the poles as Tom tied them to
the tent. After the final knot was tied, the three of them surveyed
their new home.

	"Not bad, Tom. How'd you do it?" Peter inquired.

	Tom's face took on a reminisicing look as he told them the story.

<INSERT FLASHBACK MUSIC HERE>

	"Tom?" Katherine Ryan called up the stairs.

	"What?" a teenaged Tom shouted back.  He tightened another guitar
string as he waited for his mother's reply.  Running his fingers lightly
through the strings, he tested their pitch.

	"Are you ready to go?  The Millers are coming any minute."

	"I don't want to go!  I hate camping!" Tom called back.  It was
the third day of summer vacation. He had big plans.  He and Jimmy had
plans to practice their football throws all summer, so they could try out
for the high school football team.

	"You've never been camping!  How do you know you'll hate it?" 	

	Tom could hear his mother coming up the stairs.  He looked up as
his mom opened the door.

	"Please, Tom, you haven't even given it a chance yet.  Besides,
the Millers have a daughter about your age.  Maybe you can hang out
together."

	"A girl?"  Tom groaned.  Great, now besides having to remember to
pack the Clearisil, he'd have to worry about a girl looking at his gangly
body when he went swimming. No way.  He'd planned on starting some body
building this summer.  

	"Angie's a sweetheart, you'll like her.  And before you know it,
the week will be over."  As an added incentive, she threw in, "When we get
back, I'll even extend your curfew til midnight for the summer.  Just for
the summer mind you; it'll be back to normal when school starts up
again."

	"Really?" Tom got off of his bed.  "But only if I can bring my
guitar with me.  I was working on a new song."

	"All right, all right, just get packing," his mom replied.

	Tom pointed to a duffle bag that was in the far corner. "Already
done."

	"Why you!" Katherine playfully placed her squirming son in a
headlock.  Tom laughed and pretended that he couldn't get out of the hold.

<END FLASHBACK HERE>

	"Anyway, our family tent was sort of like this one."  Tom waved
his hand at the tent. "I just followed my instincts and looked at the
picture.  After all..." Tom shrugged, "That's what my dad did that
time."

	"So what happened to Angie?" Peter asked, slinging an arm around
Tom's shoulder.

	"Angie," Tom replied, dreamily, "Amazingly enough, we had a lot in
common.  She would take out her harmonica at night, and we would jam
by the fireside.  She spent the summer with me and Jimmy tossing
footballs."

	"And where is she now?" Wolf asked, repeating his twin's inquiry.

	"She's an instructor at one of those Project Adventure courses.
You know, one of those courses that your boss sends you to, to learn
teamwork and how to deal with stress?"

	Wolf threw a sleeping bag at each of them.  "Dump these in the
tent.  We're going to have to get a move on it.  The sun's starting to
set."

	"And what a beautiful sight it is," Peter remarked.

	"Hey, guys?" Tom's voice came from inside the tent, where he was
opening the screen windows.

	"What?" Peter asked.

	"You didn't by chance invite anybody in black pajamas with
swords, did you?"

	Tom got out of the tent and joined the twins as they stood back to
back, watching the men in black surround them.







Reminder: words in '' denote mindspeaking

****

	 "Hi, guys, you're here to borrow a cup of sugar, right?" Peter
wisecracked.

        A man in a suit came striding through the dark warriors.  He
stroked his dark beard.

        "Who the hell are you?" Tom demanded, nervously looking at the men
surrounding them.  What the hell was going on?  Men with swords?  He'd
seen a lot of things while working at the Palm Beach Police Department,
but never this.  And the odds seemed just a bit unreal here.  He
quickly recounted.  Yup, seven to one odds were definely unfavorable
in his book.  He glanced at Wolf out of the corner of his eye, then
at Peter on the other side.  Shouldn't the twins be a bit more
worried?  Those men were carrying sharp pointed objects, and, unless
the twins were carrying hidden swords like the Highlander, they were
as disadvantaged as he.

	"Since you will all die anyway, it won't hurt to tell you.  I
am Lo Tou, Damon's replacement."  Tou gloated, circling his prizes.

	"Tou.  It figures, it would be you." Wolf spat out.  "How did
you find us?"

	Lo Tou chuckled evily and pulled an object out of his pocket.

	Wolf's eyes widened as he saw what it was, "Damon's beeper!  How
did you get it?"  If this man had it, that meant that Damon never got
his message.  Shit!  There went their last option.  He'd have to
think about this later.  For now, he had to concentrate on the
situation at hand.

	"On his way out, he left a few things." Tou deftly pocketed
the beeper. "But enough of this."

	"Wait!" Peter interrupted. "You never told us how you knew we
were here, as in this spot right here.  As I recall, Wolf said that
we were at Pop's."
	
	Tou waved a hand as if it didn't matter.  "That was easy.  I
just walked up to your police station and asked for Caine.  Your
fellow officers were very helpful."

	Peter's eyes widened at the information.  "You walked up to
the police station?"  When he found out who spilled the beans, he was
going to...going to...well he'd decide that later.  First they had to
get out of this mess.  Peter blinked as he saw a movement behind Tou.

	'We are here, my sons," Kwai Chang Caine's voice intoned
mentally.

	The men around the younger Caines shifted accordingly while
Tou continued to gloat, not suspecting a thing.  Tou
faltered as he saw his men move. "What is it?"

	One of the men silently pointed with his sword.  Tou whirled
around to see Caine, Matthew, and Martin descending upon him and his
men.  Mary Margaret, Jody, and Cassy stood by their sides with
their fire arms cocked and aimed, like avenging angels ready for a 
fight. The twins and Tom quickly joined into the fight.

	Tom watched admiringly as the twins seemed to fight in synch
with each other.  Whoops!  Tom ducked just in time as a sword tried
to decapitate him.  "Hey!  What do I look like?  A freaking immortal?
Geez!"  Tom took a chance and kicked the other man in the knee.  His
crippled opponent staggered back.  That wasn't so bad.  He groaned as
another came up to take the cripple's place.  

	Matthew used his cane to parry off attacks as Martin and 
the girls fired.  Caine was fighting his own battle with Tou. "You'll
never defeat me."  Tou pulled out a gun of his own.  Caine carefully
circled him, looking for an opening.  Tou gave a start as Tom
shouted, "There can be only one!"  Caine quickly heated up the gun in
Tou's hand.  Tou dropped it with a muttered oath as he briefly glared
in Tom's direction and ran.  His men lay scattered and wounded on the
ground. The ones that could still move valiantly dragged some of 
their comrades off the battlefield. 

	Cassy started walking towards Tom, grimacing at the carnage
around her. "There can be only one?"

	Tom grinned sheepishly. "I was getting into the sword thing,
okay?  Besides, it worked great as a distraction, didn't it?"	  

	"Yes," Caine replied with a grin of his own.

	Cassy shook her head.  She saw a movement behind her partner. 
"Tom look out!"

	Tom turned around just as the guy he had crippled in the knee
rose up and lunged with his sword.  This time there was no time to
duck.


           
	Tom watched in stunned surprise as a knife appeared in the
back of the man who was attacking him. He looked around.  Who had
thrown the knife that had saved his life?  A man ran towards him.
"Wolf, are you alright?"  Tom shook his head.  "I'm not Wolf."

	The man gasped as he really looked at Tom.  "You are not  
Peter either. Yet I sense that you are a Caine... "  Damon Caine
turned to the rest of the group, letting his gaze linger on 
Caine.  "Brother, you were blessed with triplets?"

	Kwai Chang Caine shook his head.  How did you tell your
brother that he was a father?

	Damon looked at the twins and then back at Tom.  His eyes
widened as he took in the jade pendant hanging around Tom's neck.
Without asking permission, he turned it over and silently read the
words engraved years ago by his own hand.  "Where did you get this?"
Damon demanded.

	"I found it...in my mother's things after she died," Tom
replied startled.  Was this him?  Was this man his real father?  He
looked at the others.  Wolf nodded slightly at him.  
	
	"Dead?  Katherine is dead?" Damon shouted, in anguish.

	"Perhaps we should all sit down," Matthew said quietly as he
sat by a log near the fire ring.  Damon didn't argue as Caine led him
to a seat.  Peter lit the campfire as Wolf and Martin dragged the dead
bodies to the river further down the trail.

	"Katherine can't be dead," Damon protested, his head in his
hands.

	Tom inwardly groaned as he realized exactly what he had just
said.  Great, he'd gone and blurted it out again.  Would he ever
learn?  "Yes.  My mother passed away about a week ago."

	"Mother?" Damon looked up as all of the implications hit him.
"Wait, then that means....you're my son!"

	Tom nodded.  He didn't know what else to do.  Damon stood up
and grasped Tom's face, turning it one way and then the other.  Tom
pushed himself out of his father's grasp. "Hey! Stop that!"

	Damon didn't mind his son's harsh tone.  He was too happy.  He
had a son! After all this time, he finally had his greatest desire, a
child of his flesh. He frowned as he remembered his overwhelming
jealousy when his brother had had twins.

<INSERT FLASHBACK MUSIC HERE>

	Damon Caine hid in an old storage room in the 
the temple in Braniff, California.  He had been sent by his
masters to spy on his brother.  After discovering that Kwai Chang
Caine was on a journey, he had been about to leave, when an old
priest had come out of Laura Caine's room.  "Kwai Chang Caine is now
the father or twin sons!"  the priest excitedly told the others
waiting outside. "It is as the prophecy was foretold."

	Why did his brother always get everything?  Kwai got 
to spend most of his childhood with their father, but Damon?  He
hadn't even had one day.  His mother was dead, and the only ones
who cared if he lived or died were the Sing Wah.  The Sing Wah were
his family now.

	Damon stuck his head out and looked about.  The coast was
clear. With panther-like grace he slipped into the new mother's
room, and, with one felling blow to the attending priest's head, the
healer crumpled to the ground.  He went to the crib nearby and
picked up one of the twins.  The other twin, sensing that his
wombmate was no longer nearby let out a cry of protest. The dying
mother stirred as if sensing danger to her young ones. She wearily
opened her eyes and saw the danger.

	"No!"  Laura softly exclaimed, using energy that couldn't be
wasted.

     	Damon quickly turned around upon hearing her voice.  Damn!
There wasn't time to grab the other one. He ran out of the room and  
didn't stop until he had made it to his hideout.

	The baby continued to cry.  Damon akwardly rocked him in
his arms.  "Don't cry."  Inwardly he groaned.  What the hell was
he doing?  What was he going to do with a baby?  How did you take
care of one of these any way? Wait, Katherine would know!

	Damon placed the baby in a cardboard box full of blankets
and drove as fast as he dared to his girlfriend, Katherine
Connolley's, house.

		*****************************

	The baby screamed as Katherine opened the door.  "Damon?  I
thought you were busy-"  She took a good look at what was in his arms.
To the relief of Damon, the baby quieted down after Katherine held him.

	"Who is this?  Why do you have a baby?" she whispered fiercely.
To her knowledge, Damon had never expressed any wish to have a child.  And
this worried her.  Her period was supposed to have started days
ago.

	"He's my nephew.  He was just born today." Damon shuffled his
feet on the doorstep. "Can I come in?"

	Katherine moved aside to let him pass.  "Damon, he needs his
mother. Why is he here?"

	"I kidnapped him, alright?" Damon replied angrily.

	"You did what? Why?" Katherine shouted, temporarily forgetting
about the newborn in her arms.  The baby let out another scream.
Katherine quickly hugged the baby towards her and rocked.

	"I don't know why. I'm tired of big brother having everything."

	"Damon, that doesn't give you the right to kidnap his son!
His parents must be frantic with worry."

	"His father doesn't even know that they've been born yet and the
mother isn't expected to live the night," Damon muttered.

	"They?"

	"There were twins."

	"You seperated this baby from his twin? Damon, you have to return
him."

	"I can't."

	"How would you feel if he were your son and someone took him
away?"

	"I could raise him as my son.  We could get married and be a
family..." Damon implored.

	Katherine shook her head.  She had waited so long to hear a
proposal, but this wasn't the way she wanted it.  "No, Damon.  I can't
marry you unless you return your nephew."

	"No!" Damon grabbed the baby from her arms and ran out of the
door.

	Katherine watched his exit sadly.  Then she went to the phone.
"Liam?  I'm in trouble.  I...I need your help."

		*********************************
	
	Damon gently placed the baby in a dumpster in Klensville.
He needed to make it look like the baby had been abandoned.  The cops
would be here any minute.  After all, he had called 911 five minutes
ago.

	"You be happy, you hear?" Damon whispered to the baby, as he used
a Sing Wah trick and faded into the background.  The police sirens were
approaching fast.  Damon watched as a cop car turned into the alley.  A
woman of petite size got out of the car with her partner.

	"I don't see anything here, Rose," the man said.

	"The station got a tip that something was-" Rose Gannett jumped as
she heard the unexpected wail of a baby.  She quickly ran towards the
source of the cry.  "Oh my god!  Larry, somebody's thrown out a baby!"
She gently picked up the baby from its makeshift crib.  "We have to bring
him to the hospital."

	She and her partner, Larry Russell, quickly reported what was
happening to dispatch and drove to the hospital.  They never saw Damon
emerge from his hiding place or saw the devasted expression on his face
when he went back to Katherine's to find out that she had left him.

<END FLASHBACK HERE>

	Damon looked at Wolf, who had returned to listen to the
story. "I watched over Wolf as he was growing up," Damon stated to
the stunned group around him.  "I was there in the background when he
graduated out of high school and the academy.  And when he had no one
left...I left my hiding place to pick up the pieces.  I always thought of
him as my son. And now I have two."
* 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."