Hey guys and girls. This is TheShadeOps coming at you with a fresh idea for all of you peeps.

We've all read stories that focus on the many weird and wonderful antics that the guys of the 141 get up to on their off time; hell, I've written a story about one pair's trip down under!

But we don't get much insight (canon or fandom) into their families. Sure, there are the ship-fics with OCs or between team members, but nothing that's established and that has a focus on them (that I've seen at least.)

This brings me to this story. In my compilation piece, 141 Archives, the last four chapters have been drabbles and experimentations into an "EAU" that I've been working on (that's an Extended Alternate Universe, by the way).

So I bring to you, "Hotel Wives Club", a fic that follows the lives of the 141's wives, girlfriends and children. But don't fret! There will be appearances by the men of the 141 as well; can't have a fic without them, after all.

Hopefully you all enjoy this. I had some fun writing this stuff after all.

"So…" The awkward atmosphere was thick as the four teenagers stood around the front of the car, parked in the driveway of one of their homes. "… Rachel… it was nice having you as a sister."

"Yeah Rach, I gotta say, the last few years have been awesome."

"I mean, it's not that bad… it'll buff out." The four of them had just returned from a night at the movies, and Rachel had borrowed her father's car to drive them to and from the cinema. It was on the way out where Rachel had clipped the side of a barrier and left a decent dent and scratch in the front left-quarter panel of the recently-bought Land Rover Discovery Sport. The yellow paint from the barrier stood out against the car's dark blue paint job, the dent almost the size of a baseball and the scratching running for roughly four inches. "At least… I think it'll buff out…"

"I'm dead…" Was all that Rachel McBride, daughter of sniper Steven 'Archer' McBride, could whimper out as the multiple ways her father would kill her played out in her mind.

"Another bloody Land Rover?" Shade groaned as he set his gear back into his locker, looking exasperatedly at the sniper beside him. "Your last five cars were Land Rovers. Doesn't it get boring?"

"Says the man who's a 'Lancer Loyalist'." Archer shot back with a smirk.

"Yeah, but I don't go out rushing to grab the latest model with all the toys! The one I have still works well, thank you very much, and it's a good four years old. You only had the previous one for just over a year. A year, Arch!" Shade slammed his locker shut and walked over to a nearby bench to sit down on it.

"And yet, you're generally the first one to go out and buy the latest piece of Magpul or Crye kit 'for the sake of having it'. Sometimes you're worse than Jayhawk or Scarecrow." Shade shook his head at the remark and straightened up his civilian attire. The team had been given the weekend off, though a few select operators had stayed behind until late before leaving. Shade and Archer were among those few, spending a bit more time on the range to hone their accuracy with unfamiliar weapon systems; Shade had taken Archer's M24 for a spin while Archer used Shade's customised F88SA2. Needless to say, they had a lot of practise to go.

"Whatever, whatever… so, you know how the kids went out to a movie?" Shade spoke up, checking his phone as the two of them made their way from the armoury to the parking lot at the edge of the base.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Looks like Kel is getting a little too close to Jayhawk Junior…" Shade turned his phone around to show a self-taken picture of Kelly and Jayhawk's son, Andrew', sitting side-by-side outside of the cinemas. Andrew's arm was around her shoulders, and her head was resting against of his. "And before you say anything, I want it on the record that I am okay with them being friends or even more than friends."

"Then why comment on it?" Archer asked, looking at Shade with a touch of confusion. "If you're okay with it, then why say anything about it that might say otherwise?"

Shade shook his head and sighed in delight. "Because, it means I get to play out the 'overly protective father' fantasy that every man that has a daughter has a right to play."

"… even though that the boy that'd be dating your daughter has a soldier as a father as well, and would probably be more than aware of the cliché that you're trying to enact?" Shade visibly deflated at this statement, and he punched Archer in the shoulder lightly.

"Way to crush my hopes and dreams, Arch…" Shade said as he unlocked his car, a 2015 Mitsubishi Lancer ES, and climbed into the passenger seat. Archer took a seat in the front passenger seat and buckled in. "That's right… you lent the brand new car to the kids, didn't you…"

"Of course I did." Archer scoffed. "Need I remind you whose daughter wrote off a car not too long ago? Plus, you and I have both seen the death-trap that Andrew drives. So of course I'd lend a brand new car, with all the latest safety features, to our children. At least I'd know they're safe."

"I'm not worried about the kids, Arch…"

Shade and Archer pulled up outside the latter's house to find the four children standing around outside the garage. No sooner had Archer stepped onto the front lawn was he under assault by two pairs of arms. Rachel and Charles, a set of twins that Archer was fortunate to be blessed with, wrapped their arms around his chest in a discomforting show of affect for kids of their age. "Hey Dad," they chimed in sync, "glad you're back home."

"How was work, Daddy?" Rachel started with a sickly sweet voice and a fake smile. Shade glanced over to Kelly and Andrew, who were watching the scene unfold with unconvinced expressions. He wandered over slowly and greeted them.

"… what happened?" He asked simply, and Andrew stepped aside to reveal the damage done to Archer's brand new car. "… well then." Shade looked back other to the sniper and his twins, then back at the car. "Who was driving?"

"Rachel was." Kelly answered, shaking her head. "I was in the front seat; the boys were in the back."

"Okay. Fifty on Rachel being grounded; one hundred that Archer uses her for target practise." Shade said simply, looking at the damage. "And an extra ten on Charlie being reamed for not being the driver."

"Yeah… as much as I want to stick around and watch the fireworks, I'd feel much safer if I was back home." Andrew said, straightening up his jacket. "Mind if I get a lift, Mister Williams?"

"No problem Andy, and how many times have I told you that it's Tom or Shade. 'Mister Williams' is my Dad." Shade chuckled as he led the two teens down to his parked car. "Hey Arch, see you on Monday!" He called out with a wave.

The British sniper's screams could be heard from the end of the street.

Poor Archer... I think a few readers out there can relate to this: I did the same thing with my Mum's car. Though it was against the wall of a KFC, leaving a drive through. I didn't get in too much trouble, thankfully, as it was an old-ish car anyway... my damage just added to pre-existing dents and stuff that was there.

Again, let me know what you think, and if you have ideas for the next chapter(s), don't be afraid to leave them in a review.