[ussbansheec] "His Mother's Son"

"His Mother's Son"
The Coyne Twins and Annabelle Garrity

Gabriel keyed in the last sequence and watched as the samples spun again, 
separating out the impurities. As the vials spun, he read the results for 
another experiment as he hypothesized yet a third. Until his wrist alarm 
sounded. With a sigh, he set it all aside and moved to his drawer.

"Man you should have see it." Ensign Harman whistled. "The Captain got really 
pissed, the marine chick looked like she was gonna kill her. Then they ducked 
into the Captain's office, but man you should hear the smack all the way out in 
the hall!" 

Petty Officer Miller's eyes went wide. "Who hit who?" 

"The Captain hit the marine. The woman came out with a seep red mark on her 
face. I'd have thought a Klingon marine would be tougher." 

Gabriel's eyes narrowed at the last comment, knowing full well who the Klingon 
had to be. Someone had hit his sister? His jaw clenched as he tapped his com 
and called out softly, "Lt Commander Coyne to Captain Coyne..."

Angelina sighed as she looked into her mirror. She'd wanted to remove the mark 
on her cheek before Matthew saw it, but she knew her brother could pick up on 
the sound of the regenerator in her hand so she turned it off. "What's up 
little brother?" She called out, her voice echoing off the bathroom walls.

"I need you in my lab now, please," He answered, an unusual edge to his voice 
emphasizing his words despite his soft tones.

She couldn't help the shiver that went down her spine. When Gabe spoke that way 
he sounded much to much like their mother when she was angry. "Give me about 
ten and I'll be right down."

"Just bring the regenerator with you, Angel. Now please." He answered before 
cutting the com. Someone hit her. Someone...a captain...hit his sister. He felt 
his hackles rising in spite of himself. 

The only thing more wonderful, and more annoying then the bond between twins is 
the bond between telepathic empathic twins. Growling out a sigh, Angelina 
pocketed the regenerator, left a note for Matthew, and then headed down to her 
brother's domain. She grumbled and muttered the whole way there, getting odd 
looks from passers-by, but she didn't care. She wanted to know what Gabe knew 
and why he was calling her down. Stepping into the lab she smiled at her 
brother. "So here I am as requested young master of the House of K'Narie." She 
smirked, he hated that.

Gabriel growled, then shook his head. "Who hit you and why, Angel?" he asked, 
his voice only just above a whisper. 


"A holodeck Romulan and because I bobbed when I should have ducked." She lied. 
The last thing she needed was for it to get around that Annabelle had hit her. 
For one thing she was a young marine, she had Klingon blood. Annabelle Garrity 
was an old woman. Then there was the fact the station seemed to be suddenly 
crawling with members of her family. "Hey did you know Aunts Abbie and Zoe are 
here?"

"I'll ask again," Gabriel sighed, his _______expression hard. "Which captain 
aboard this station hit you and why?"


Again Angelina shivered. "Could you please look less like Mère when you do 
that." Sighing she hopped up on his table and leaned back, making herself 
comfortable. "Annabelle."

Gabriel nodded, his _______expression no less severe. "That's the who..." he 
sighed, implying there was more for her to tell as he took the regenerator from 
her and began tending to her bruised cheek.

"Thanks, hard enough telling you what happened, I really didn't wanna have to 
explain to Matty." Sighing she closed her eyes and tried to keep her emotions 
in check. "I went to see if there was any word on Banshee, she jumped down my 
throat and we got in to it over the same old bull shit; her verse Mère."

Again, Gabriel nodded, finishing up with the the regenerator then shutting down 
his work as he headed for the door.


Angelina blinked as she watched her brother leaving the room. "Hey! Where are 
you going?" She called out as she followed after him.

"Visiting," he answered simply, his quiet voice steel-hard.

"Gabriel!" Angelina sighed as she hurried after him. 

He continued to the turbolift without responding. Angel wanted to know about 
Banshee, she'd know, Belle be damned.


Sighing she followed her brother and then rolled her eyes. "We could have just 
asked Aunt Abbie, Aunt Annie's the XO ya know, she'd have been about to find 
out."

"Our father's wife will tell me." He answered quietly, his tone hard and icy 
cold.


"Oh for Kahless' sake." She knew there was no talking him out of it but she had 
to try. "Mere wouldn't want us messing with her and neither would Grandmother."

"This isn't about them," He answered simply as he approached her office.


Crossing her arms the elder of the two leaned against the wall and rolled her 
eyes. "She's not worth the time, Gabe."

"I know." He answered coldy. "And in a moment, so will she." Without another 
word, he entered her office and closed the door behind him.


Annabelle looked up from the report she was working on for the Admiral and 
blinked. "That's odd I didn't hear myself give you permission to enter, Mister 
Coyne."

He flopped a padd on her desk. "The information requested by my father's 
foundation on temporal shifts and potential causes." He paused, glaring at her. 
"Part of it." Without further word, he moved to her computer and started 
tapping in code after code until the current information on Banshee appeared.

"What the hell do you think your doing?" Annabelle yelled as got to her feet. 
"Computer lock out all computer access, 'Garrity' beta 3342." Shoving her 
computer out of his way and throwing the padd back she pointed at the door. "No 
one asked you for anything from this foundation, get out."

Gabriel caught the padd and shook his head. He could bypass her lockout. Would, 
in fact, once he got to his office, but that wasn't the point. "You really 
should communicate more closely with Uncle Mac." He told her quietly, his 
expression hard. "but I can see your point. After all, what's the life of your 
son compared to your pride, right?"

"I won't play this little game with you, Lt. Commander." Annabelle replied with 
an edge to her voice. "I had my fill with your sister. Now get out." The color 
was rising in her cheeks. Mac had asked for his help? How could he have done 
that. 

"Yes, I saw the mark on her cheek. Not exactly conduct becoming an officer, was 
it?" Gabriel answered coldly, still not moving. "But you misunderstand. I don't 
play games, Captain. Unlike you, I don't have to."

Annabelle got as close to the boy as she could stomach. "If your sister had 
kept her mouth to herself or if your mother had taught her how to be a 
resepectful young woman I wouldn't have hit it, but I guess the tart doesn't 
fall from the cart."

Gabriel refused to rise to the bait. He stood his ground, looking the woman 
directly in the eye in a manner completely unlike himself. "That she didn't 
knock you on the floor for daring to raise your hand to her only proves what a 
respectful young woman she truly is. Not like my mother at all, actually. She 
would have laid you flat." With a smirk, he added, unable to resist. "As I 
understand it, that fiestiness is one of the many things my father loved about 
her."

She laughed a cold yet insecure laugh. "How deeply rooted on lie can be. When 
it comes down to it I really do feel sorry for you and your sister."

"Really? What a coincidence. We were just saying the same thing about you." 
Gabriel smiled.

Unable to look into Josh's eyes any longer Annabelle stepped away. "Get out." 
Why did they have to have his eyes? They looked enough like their mother that 
she could ignore the other parts of him, but no one could ignore those eyes. If 
only JD had his father's eyes rather then hers.

"Sure," Gabriel smiled. "Like I said..what's JD's life compared to your pride 
anyway. Good luck...Captain."

"I have a whole staff working on this, what makes you think you have the 
answers they don't?" Annabelle asked as she moved towards the desk to sit down. 
She'd hate him again later if only he'd help get her son home.

He looked at her, surprised she'd bothered to ask. Was she listening after all? 
"Theories are different. They're looking at a single loop. Ignoring what the 
data mines told them about the overlaps entirely. These weren't naturally 
occurring temporal causeways. They were most likely created using baseline 
temporal flux mines. Most people aren't even aware of the theories, let alone 
their actual existence. It's unlikely your scientists are even close."

"Then get them closer." She ordered without looking at him. 

"You know, Captain, I would. But see...I work alone." He shrugged. "I offered 
you the information, though. You threw it back at me. Remember?" Sighing, he 
turned and headed for the door.

Annabelle's hands were fistes so tightly her knuckles were white. "That was an 
order, Lt. Commadner. I will go to your CO if I have too."

Gabriel shrugged. "Okay. Sure. You do that. Go tell him that his resident 
bio-scientist isn't playing nice with the other kiddies. Be sure to tell him 
why. And let him know that I did try to give it to you. You returned it, 
followed by an order I can't possibly comply with since you want me to get them 
closer, but you're not willing to show me where they are so far. You're not 
sharing information with us, remember?" Gabriel shrugged in a manner very like 
his father's. "No problem. I'll get the info from Uncle Mac, and I'll pass on 
what I know to him. I'm pretty sure he's smart enough not to throw it back 
without at least looking at it first."

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