Disclaimer: Joss, Fox, Universal Own em’. I’m just playing. No money being made. The situations come from my own twisted mind as do my original characters.

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AN: This chapter is kinda short. And it only took me since April to write it. I seem to have lost focus with my Allanverse series. I think that this will be the concluding arc. I should be able to wrap things up next chapter.

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Quest - Chapter Thirty

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Zoë stood in the entrance to the embassy kitchen watching as her husband and daughter put the finishing touches on breakfast for everyone. A huge stack of pancakes, a pan full of scrambled eggs, sausage and the rest. She cleared her throat.

“Mornin, Mom,” Sara smiled.

Zoë stepped into the room and kissed her husband before hugging Sara, “Mornin. Kinda looks like the old days in here.”

“Sara and I making breakfast?” Allan asked.

“Yep,” Zoë agreed.

“Allan. What are doing, cooking? You are a guest!” Trudy stated firmly as she walked into the kitchen, Robert at her heels.

“Sara's idea,” Allan grinned.

“Daddy!. Don't you go blamin me for your idea,” Sara replied.

Allan chuckled, “Guess I've been found out. Better round everyone up. It's ready.”

The smell emanating from the kitchen quickly drew Simon and Kaylee along with Clay and Becca. Rosie and Owen were noticeably absent.

“Where's Owen and Roseanne?” Allan asked as he sat at the table.

Becca snickered, “Still sexin I think.”

Simon shot his daughter a glare while Clay just rolled his eyes. Kaylee grinned, “We'll save em' some. Like to be hungry.”

“Probably,” Sara agreed, “Now Dad.... what's the deal with Altair?”

As they ate, Allan filled his daughter in about the deal he had forged with Altair Shipbuilding. A deal that would make Sara and Becca very wealthy in their own right. As the inventors of the First Generation FTL drive system.

Sara was already wealthy. Both from her trust fund and her own patents. Not to mention being Allan's daughter. Becca wasn't nearly as well off as Sar