"I think we're right." Standing next to his superior's desk the Starfleet officer smiled lightly.

"Do we have proof?"

"Not yet," responded the officer. "But we're close. A couple more days and we'll have enough to yank those kids away from their parents like it's nothing."

Leaning back in his chair the superior blew out a breath. "I don't want any mess ups in this," he said, "When we move on those kids we had better have substantial proof that can be touched. If we're wrong we all go down and I refuse to lose everything I've fought to get. Do you understand me?"

"Crystal clear, sir."

….

Kathryn paced the living room, wringing her hands together. Starfleet had begun to question Voyager's crew about Kerin and Kyda; they were digging so hard for even a scrap of tangible evidence that Kerin and Kyda were from another time line. They were determined to take her children from her and there was nothing she could do about it, not really.

As Chakotay entered the room Kathryn turned to him. "What are we going to do?" she questioned. "They're doing everything they can to give them lead way to take our kids away from us."

Moving to her side Chakotay tried to push past her feeling of utter fear. "Hey," he breathed as he stopped in front of her. Reaching out he rubbed her upper arms, "They won't find anything," he assured, "They're reaching. There's no real proof of where the twin's came from."

"I know," sighed Kathryn as she leaned forward against his chest. His strong arms wrapping around her made her feel marginally better. "What if they find nothing and decide to make something up? How will we fight them… really? They're so much stronger than us."

"They're not nearly as resilient as we are. If we have to we'll take the kids and we'll run." Leaning down he kissed the top of her head. "There are so many people who would help us and so many places we can hide."

Pushing back some Kathryn frowned. "Janeway's never run. We don't hide our heads in the sand when things don't go the way we'd like."

"I know," agreed Chakotay. "But if it comes down to it… And we'll fight until we come down to it. I'm just being realistic is all, Kathryn."

Nodding jerkily Kathryn closed her eyes a moment before blowing out a breath and regaining her composer. "Have you been able to reach everyone?" she asked.

Chakotay shook his head, "The doctor's out of communication range and Sven's working on some top secret project." He paused as he brushed some stray hair from her face. "I've reached ninety-five percent of the crew and the ones I couldn't reach they won't be able to either."

Kathryn looked up into his eyes for a long moment, allowing his emotions to wash over her, masking her own fear and panic. There was nothing more she could say at the moment and she wasn't even going to pretend that there was.

….

"Did Chakotay call you?" questioned B'Elanna the instant Tom walked through their front door.

"Why do you think I'm home so early," said Tom as he moved into the living room. When he spotted the open computer and mess of pads in front of her he smiled, ever so slightly. "What have you found? Anything worthwhile?"

B'Elanna nodded, "I've found a few interesting things buried in the Federation and Starfleet data bases." Lifting a pad she tilted her head, "You know, they're becoming lax, twelve years ago when I tried to get in for the Maquis I had no luck. Now it's like a cake walk."

Taking the pad from her, Tom looked to its content. "Rawlee Jenkins… He has no official designation?"

"He's so top secret, I'm lucky to have even found his name," said B'Elanna. "But that's not all, keep reading."

Doing as he was told Tom looked back to the pad. A low whistle was pulled from him when he reached the end. "You mean they really exist? My dad used to tell me stories; I thought it was just to scare me straight."

"Well, get ready for your nightmares to come true. As far as the Federation is concerned they don't exist, but that doesn't stop them from bank rolling every covert op and dirty dealing they do."

Lowering the pad Tom looked to B'Elanna. "Well you better pack a bag for Miral so she can stay with my mom. It looks like we need to go to Indiana."

"Done, your mother picked Miral up half an hour ago." Closing her computer B'Elanna began to place it and the pads into a bag next to her. "Give me a hand and we can head out as soon as we're done."

….

"I just spoke with B'Elanna," Chakotay said as he entered their bedroom. "She and Tom should be here within the hour."

"Good," said Kathryn from her perch on the edge of their large bed. "Harry just called. He's catching a shuttle out with Jarvin, Alaya and Chell. They should be here not long after Tom and B'Elanna."

"The troops are gathering as we speak." Moving to her he pulled her up into his embrace. "Soon we'll have Kerin and Kyda so surrounded, Starfleet will never be able to touch them."

"I hope you're right," sighed Kathryn against his chest. "I just keep wondering if this will be enough."

"If it's not then we'll do more. We'll reach out and touch the stars if we have to."

"What's that supposed to mean? Touch the stars?"

"It means just that. Neither of us is afraid to take to space. If it comes down to it we won't even bat an eyelash."

"Easier said than done," sighed Kathryn.

"Not quiet. No matter how hard anything could possibly be, we'll always do what will protect our children and keep us all together."

Down the hall in Kyda's bedroom she and Kerin sat at her desk trying to find any mention of the things their parents were talking about. "Why don't we just go and ask mom and dad?" questioned Kerin.

"Because they won't tell us anything, they're trying to protect us," responded Kyda.

"We can protect ourselves," insisted Kerin. "We'll be nine in three weeks, we're almost grown up."

Shaking her head Kyda continued her search. When she finally found something worthwhile she took a deep breath. "Kerin… you remember that secret group Uncle Tom told us about?"

"Yeah, section 31… or something like that. He told us those stories to scare us Ky. "

"I don't think he did." Turning to look to her brother Kyda pointed to the screen. "They're real and they handle the tings the Federation doesn't want the public to know."

For a long moment Kerin was silent. "You mean like other time lines." He breathed. "Like us."

Kyda only nodded.