Just like that I'm back! I couldn't wait to get this guy going once I figured out how I wanted to write this story. This one will be a little different from the first story. It will be a bunch of out of order one shots of the Preston/Logan family of their time in and after the bunker. I hope you all like this continuation and please let me know if you have any suggestions or if there is something you want to read with this little trio!

She entered the house and quickly closed the door behind keeping the cold autumn air outside.

"Hello, anybody home?" She called out as she hung up her coat.

"In here!" A voice shouted back.

Chills ran down her back at the sound so easily similar to a voice she hadn't heard in years and to a moment just like this so long ago way before all of this began. She walked towards the source and found the teenage girl sitting on the couch in the living room. Her mess of auburn hair shielding her face as her eyes stayed focused on the laptop on her lap. It was eery how similar her sister and her daughter were. Often at a quick glance it was easy for her to mix them up and she could pretend that her sister was still with them.

The teenager picked up her head and looked at her with bright blue eyes breaking the mother from her thoughts. Those eyes were the one striking difference between the two most important girls in her life.

"You're home early." She commented before turning back to her laptop.

The older of the two flopped down upon the couch and laid her head on the teen's shoulder with a dramatic sigh.

Her daughter let out a loud laugh, "long day at the office?"

"I swear each year the kids get more and more clueless and care less. And don't even get me started on their writing! I couldn't even get through one paper, I thought my head was going to explode."

"That bad huh?"

She looked up with a dramatic groan, "You have no idea."

"Do you want me to grade their papers for you?"

"No, I don't want embarrass them because my 14 year old daughter is a better writer."

"You mean almost 15."

"Oh yes my mistake, my nearly 15 year old daughter is a better writer."

"We can't all have geniuses for a mother who can teach their kids how to care about history and write."

"I wouldn't call myself a genius, but…"

The two locked eyes and started to laugh.

"What are you working on?" The mother asked finally looking at the laptop.

"Science homework." She said in a disgusted tone and stuck out her tongue.

"Don't let Uncle Rufus and Aunt Jiya hear you talk like that."

"This is only biology, nothing like the what they do." She explained.

"Whatever you say." She patted her daughters leg before sitting up and looking around the room. "Where's your brother?"

The teen shrugged her shoulders her eyes already back on her work, "in his room I think."

"Doing what?"

"His homework?"

"Did you bother to check on him when you two got home from school?" She sighed.

"We shared a snack!" She exclaimed looking up at her mother.

"Do I want to know what that snack was?"

The daughter gave a guilty look and quickly looked back down at her laptop.

"Well I hope whatever it was it didn't ruin your appetite. Your dad is bringing home dinner and everyone is coming over."

The teenager closed her laptop, her interest finally fully engaged in the conversation. "Everyone is coming over? Why?"

"It's been 10 years since our last mission and we wanted to celebrate."

"10 years really?" Her eyes grew wide with shock.

"I know I can't believe it either. It feels like just yesterday we were jumping in that lifeboat."

They shared a smile before the girl asked, "when you say everyone you mean?"

"Uncle Rufus, Aunt Jiya, Dede, and Mason."

"Is Flynn coming?"

"Yes even Flynn."

"No way! We haven't seen Flynn in like…forever!"

"I know, 10 years is kind of a big deal and he decided to grant us with his presence."

"We should have 10 year anniversaries more often then."

"I think once a decade is enough."

Her daughter shrugged her shoulders and placed her laptop on the coffee table in front of them.

"Did you have a good childhood?" The mother asked suddenly, her fingers absentmindedly going to the locket around her neck.

The daughter shot her a confused look, "that's kind of random? And I mean I know I'm a teenager now, but aren't I still kind of growing up?"

"Well yes and please don't feel the need to rush this part of your life either. But you didn't exactly have the most traditional start to life."

"You mean the first five years living in a bunker with seven adults while you and dad traveled to the past to try and stop and evil group of people?"

She let out a small laugh, "yes that."

The teenager shrugged her shoulders again, "I mean yeah of course I did. Other than you and Dad leaving, I loved our life. Granted I didn't know any better and that was my normal. But it was fun."

"Do you remember it?"

"What living in the bunker?" She sighed and lowered herself down to rest her head on her mother's lap. "Honestly not much, just random bits and pieces here and there. I was only five when we left."

Her free hand immediately went to caress the soft curls, "And I am so thankful that we defeated Rittenhouse when we did. Your dad and I got raise you in an actual house with an actual yard without worrying about for our safety, plus start you in school on time."

"I think I would have been perfectly fine being home schooled, still do actually." She teased. "You guys would have given me a much better education than the public school system."

The mother rolled her eyes, "maybe, but there is more to school than education. You needed to learn to interact with kids your own age too."

"Eh I would have figured it out eventually, it's not that hard to learn out how teenagers work."

"Can you let me in on that because I never figured it out even when I was a teenager."

"No can do Mom, gotta keep that secret safe."

"So there's a teenage code?"

"Of course. They don't mention it though in history books, that's why you probably missed it."

She shook her head and looked down at her daughter. Even after all these years it amazed her that she and her husband had created this beautiful girl. Who somehow turned out to be strong and healthy even with the unusual upbringing.

"I remember that day." The teen quietly said.

"You do?" She asked surprised.

"Well not in full detail, but I have the general outline. I remember being so excited when you came out of the lifeboat and said Rittenhouse was defeated. I was so excited I ran straight into Daddy's arms even though he hadn't showered yet. But no one yelled at him because everyone was so happy it was over. You joined in on the hug too. Actually I think everyone did."

"Yeah I'm pretty sure it was a giant group hug."

"And then you and Daddy took forever in the shower and I just wanted you guys out because I wanted to be with you. Aunt Jiya practically had to hold me down to get me to wait."

"But that didn't work too well because you came bolting to the bedroom as soon as you saw us walking down the hallway."

"Can you blame me? I was finally going to get to be with you in this time period forever."

"No I guess not. Your dad and I were pretty excited about that too. We hated having to leave you when we went on a mission."

"And then you had to go and send me to school where we were apart for 8 hours a day." She sighed dramatically.

"You make it seem like we tortured you. Besides we were going to have to be apart because your father and I had to go back to work."

"No Dad went back to work, you didn't go back for a few more years. And even now you don't work every day."

"You always have a counter point don't you?"

The teen turned her head and gave her mother a big smile. The mother removed her hand from her daughter's hair to gently shake her shoulder causing her to laugh loudly.

"What's so funny?" A new voice asked.

The two immediately stopped and looked up at the source. Neither of them had heard him enter the room let alone the house.

"Hi Dad!" The girl smiled. "We've just been reminiscing about our bunker days."

He made eye contact with his wife and she quickly said, "it's been all good memories don't worry."

"Well you better save some more of those good memories for dinner. You don't want to share them all now before the team comes over."

"Which shouldn't be too long now." She added. "Lydia why don't you go set the table."

"But what about my bio homework? Unless you want to write me a note saying I wasn't able to complete it because we were having a save the world anniversary dinner."

"You can finish it after you set the table."

The teenager let out a dramatic sigh and lifted herself off of her mother's lap. "Fine!"

"Oh and tell your brother to help me bring in the food, there's a lot of it in the car."

"Have you gone weak in your old age Dad that you can't carry in take out."

Before she could run away he quickly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close. She let out a loud squeal, but didn't try to break away.

"I'm not weak, I've just learned to take advantage of the two young children I have in my house to do the work I don't like to do."

"Whatever you need to tell yourself."

He gave her an extra squeeze and kissed her head, "just go tell your brother."

As soon as he let go she scampered off in the direction of the stairs. The parents shared a half amused half annoyed look when they heard her yelling directions at her younger sibling instead of going upstairs to his room.

"Should I even bother scolding her?" He asked his wife.

"There's no point, she's just going to do it again anyway." She sighed and pushed herself off of the couch.

She immediately fell into his waiting arms and he securely wrapped himself around her.

"How are you feeling, honestly?" He asked.

"Honestly…I don't know. I'm always so happy on this day because we finally got our freedom back, but it also reminds me of all that we lost and can never get back."

"I know." He sighed.

"I can't believe it's been 10 years."

"Me neither, where did the time go?"

"I feel I should be able to answer that with the amount of time traveling that we did."

He let out a chuckle and paused before saying, " We earned this life Lucy. Even if we weren't able to save everyone, we worked so hard to make sure history stayed mostly intact so that there would be a good present and an even better future. You don't need to feel guilty for being happy."

"How do you always know what I am thinking?" She asked looking up at him.

"After sixteen years you're an open book babydoll."

"Only for you sweetheart."

He leaned his head down just enough to capture her lips with his own. Before the kiss could go any farther a loud groan of disgust caused them to break apart.

"Must you do that in the living room?" Their son asked a sour look upon his face.

"Yes we must, this is what two people do when they are in love." The father replied not breaking his hold of his wife.

The young boy pouted his lips, not happy with the answer.

"Did you get the food from the car?" She asked.

"I tried, but the door is locked."

"Keys are on the hook kid. And after you're finished with that help your sister finish setting up too."

"Do I have too?" He whined.

"Yes, everyone is coming over soon and you've played enough video games tonight."

"Fine." He sighed and marched off in the direction of the car keys.

The two parents shared a look and tried not to laugh at their overly dramatic son.

"You still enjoying freedom ma'am?" He asked with a teasing smile.

"With my reckless hot head by my side and two crazy but amazing kids, how could I not?"