Time

If there's one thing Kat has, it's time. She's 182 Earth years old, and still young for her species. Realistically, she has a couple hundred more Earth years, at least. Sometimes it makes her feel old, especially knowing Doggie blabbed her real age to B–Squad, but it's a small price to pay. She might only get to feel young around Doggie – 245 Earth years, thank you very much – but she wouldn't trade any aspect of her life for anything. Still, it's a little sad to think that her rangers will age and pass away long before she does.

"You ever think time moves too fast?" Kat asks mundanely.

"I'm not really sure," Doggie answers honestly. "Sometimes I think so, then I remember exactly how long I'll be around."

"Yeah, me too," Kat quirks her mouth unhappily. "Do you worry about them?"

"Of course, but they'll be all right. We beat Grumm, didn't we?—and our cadets are living long, happy lives. Why, it was Bridge's 51st birthday just last week and he seemed spry as the day we met him," Cruger moves behind Kat and begins massaging her shoulders, the way a husband does for a worried wife after a long day. "You, my dear, have not aged a day, literally."

True, Kat looks the exact same as she did 35 Earth years ago, and she's still technically young for her kind. Doggie hasn't really aged either, though his scales are starting to turn an every so slightly lighter blue. "You haven't really, either."

"Oh, soon enough my scales will be blue like the sky and you can call me a stubborn, old dog all you like," he nuzzles her dark curls affectionately, "you should be at least starting to go grey by then."

"Ugh, don't remind me." Kat uncrosses and recrosses her legs. Her hair won't change color, but the spots on her cheeks will turn from their current chocolatey brown to a more greying shade, the way a cat's muzzle fur will go grey at the edges.

"Not to worry, Love, that's far from now. Besides, you could shrivel up like a prune and you would still be the most beautiful woman in the galaxy," Cruger looks at her seriously.

"Oh, Doggie," Kat leans over to give her husband of 32 Earth years a kiss. They got married after the fall of Omni, deciding that time is to be taken advantage of, not measured. "At what point do we get 'too old' to be doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"Training cadets, protecting Earth from a threat that hasn't surfaced in decades," Kat waves her hand about vaguely. "When do we get to retire?"

"Not for another couple hundred years, I don't think," Cruger furrows his brows, thinking about it seriously. Deciding to lighten his wife's mood he leans in, "at what age are we 'too old' to be raising pups and kits, then?"

Kat smiles and swats at her husband's muzzle playfully. "Very funny; we're lucky that our genes mixing means I can only have one at a time. What would we do if we had a litter?"

"Boom has made an excellent uncle to them, along with the Jack, Bridge and Sky. Syd and Z have made wonderful aunts, and even Birdy has a soft spot for them—unbelievable as it is."

"True, they are adorable," Kat gives Doggie another kiss, this one sweet, and lingering. "We have all the time in the world to make sure they're all right. Kate and Calliope are only 18 Earth years – barely children, developmentally – and Alexander is only seven Earth years."

"All the time in the world, Katherine," Doggie nuzzles his wife again, holding his paw against his fourth pup (or kit, as Kat keeps insisting), growing inside his wife at this very moment.