"Are you sure you can handle all four…well, five of them by yourself?" Wash asked as York bounced Tyler in his arms. Ally and the boys were running around on the kid friendly version of the Parkour course.

"Course I can," York smirked at him. "It's really not all that hard. Besides, you said Missy was stopping in?"

"Once she gets moving, yea," Wash scratched his head. "She was up a couple times in the middle of the night so I told her to sleep in and take her time coming over today."

"Everything alright?"

"Yea," Wash shrugged. "At least as far as I am aware. She hasn't said anything to me. I think she's just having problems sleeping."

"Ah yea," York nodded. "Carolina did too towards the end. Almost at the halfway mark, right?"

"Next week yea," Wash nodded.

"How's the nursery coming?"

"At a standstill until Tash finds a place. The boys are camping out there at the moment."

"She staying?" York asked giving him a confused look.

"For a little while," Wash answered. "She wants to be here when the baby comes."

"And keep an eye on you."

"She's not here to babysit me," Wash rolled his eyes.

"You say so," York smirked at him.

"Alright…I got to go."

York gave him a wave as he turned his attention back on watching the kids. About an hour later, Tucker came hurrying out on to the floor, checking over his shoulder. York noticed a panicked look on his face.

"Where's the fire?" York asked giving a chuckle. Tucker scratched his head, a nervous look on his face. "What'd you do and who are you escaping from?"

"Um, Grif," Tucker squeaked making a face.

"Is this something to do with his sister?" York sighed. "You didn't go and break her heart, did you?"

"Not exactly…" Tucker gave a nervous chuckle as he reached up to rub the back of his neck.

"Ok…what'd you do…?"

Tucker went to answer when the door from the computer room slammed open and Grif came stomping in.

"Shit…"

"TUCKER! YOU ARE FUCKING DEAD!"

"Dude! Language!" Tucker yelled back, ducking to hide behind York who rolled his eye.

"I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK YOU BASTARD!"

York looked at Tucker as the kids started giggled, "What the hell did you do?"

"It wasn't my fault!" Tucker said as Grif got to where they were standing.

"HOW IS IT NOT YOUR FAULT!?" Grif yelled as he chased Tucker around York. Tyler started making disgruntled noises at the yelling.

"How about if we don't yell within ten feet of my kid?" York suggested giving Grif an annoyed look. Grif growled and started mumbling under his breath as he continued to try to cut Tucker off. "And seriously, what are your deals here?"

"He should be yelling at his sister!" Tucker said before grabbing Ally, who giggled, to be used as a shield.

"She's next, but you're at the top of my list!" Grif yelled.

"It was her idea!"

"Do you follow every hair brained scheme she comes up with!?"

York put out a hand to cut off Tucker's response, "Ok, seriously. What the hell is going on? Don't make me get my wife."

Church popped up laughing, "Oh this is good. You're gonna love this."

Grif swiped through the hologram and looked at York, pointing a finger at Tucker, "That asshole thought it would be a smart idea to elope with my sister this weekend!"

"Wait…" York froze slightly and looked at Tucker who was trying to back away slowly, still using Ally as a human shield.

"Told you it was good," Church chuckled.

"YOU MARRIED MY SISTER WITHOUT MY PERMISSION YOU ASSHOLE!" Grif yelled before launching himself at Tucker, Ally slipping out of the way when she took notice. York tried to grab the back of Grif's shirt without jostling Tyler, but failed. Luckily Ally's reflexes were excellent and she was able to get out of the way quick enough.

"Daddy, I think Uncle Grif lost it a little…" Ally observed as she moved to stand over next to York.

"I think you're right, kid," York chuckled.

"Don't worry, back-ups coming," Church said as he reappeared next to York. Thirty seconds later Carolina stepped through the lobby door and out onto the floor, her arms crossed and annoyed look on her face. "Back-up isn't in a good mood."

"I see that," York sighed. "Hey there. Come to join the fun?"

"Please take the kids somewhere else," Carolina replied sneering at the other two adults. Grif was sitting on Tucker who was struggling underneath the weight, both looking apprehensive now that Carolina was there. York obliged, the four who could walk trailing behind him as they left through the computer room. She waited for the door to close before walking over to them and knocking Grif in the side of the head to put him on the ground next to Tucker. "If I EVER hear about you fighting in front of my kids again, I will end you."

"He eloped with my s-"

"I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK WHAT HE DID WITH YOUR SISTER AND NEITHER SHOULD YOU!" Carolina yelled. They both shrank. "Up to my office. Now."

"Bu-"

"NOW."

They both gave her a scared looked before pushing themselves off the ground. Carolina followed behind them, rolling her eyes as they took turns shoving each other as they walked up the stairs. She slammed the door shut behind them and pointed at the two chairs before walking around and sitting down at her desk. They sat quiet for a few minutes, Carolina picking up her data-pad to finish reading through the report she had been going over.

Grif cleared his throat, "Can we get this over with? I have a sister I need to go admit to the psych ward."

"I think you need to really take into consideration the fact that you are trying to control the life of your adult sister who can make her own choices. And if for some reason, she and Tucker agreed that it was something they both wanted to do, then you have no say in the matter." Grif went to say something, but Carolina put a hand up to stop him. "Especially in my Facility, with my recruits and in front of kids who might be of an age to be equally influenced."

"So the fact they were both wasted beyond belief shouldn't have any kind of weight on my anger towards the whole thing?" Grif asked, a cockiness to his voice.

Carolina held in a growl as Tucker sank down into the chair, a hand on his face to try and hide himself. "As immature as it sounds, it is still their choice."

Grif huffed, rolling his eyes, "Fine. Can I go?"

"Report to the floor for my afternoon class. You're helping today and probably for the rest of the week."

"Yea, yea," Grif pushed up out of the chair.

Tucker waited for the door to close before lowering his hand to see Carolina watching him with an eyebrow raised. He rolled his eyes, "Yea, yea…I'm an idiot."

"Did you seriously marry Grif's sister while you were both drunk?" Carolina asked pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Guess you could say that," he mumbled.

"…Seriously?"

"What's the big deal?" Tucker asked giving a huff.

"The big deal is that neither of you were coherent enough to make that kind of decision. Are things that serious with you both?"

"Working on it…"

"So why was it a good idea for you two to elope? Whose idea was it?"

"I don't remember…" he huffed. "And I don't need a lecture from you."

"I'm not trying to lecture you, Tucker," Carolina huffed. "I'm trying to wrap my head around this information."

"It's not like we didn't sit down and talk about it after the fact when we were both sober," he scratched his head.

"Good. At least you're being mature about it," Carolina smirked. "Any kind of plan?"

"Give it a shot, see how things go," he shrugged.

"And whose idea to tell Grif?"

"Neither. He found out…"

"You realize that's probably why he's pissed. Because you surprised the shit out of him."

"Yea, yea…"

Carolina sighed, "Lay low for a few days. Give him some time to deal with it. Especially since you're going away together this weekend."

"Yea, Tucker. Perfect time to bond with your new brother-in-law," Church cackled.

"And Tucker?"

"Yea Carolina?" Tucker sighed.

"Next time you try to use my daughter as a human shield, I won't be so understanding," Carolina gave him a look.

"Understood."

"Now," Nick said crossing his arms and giving Maine a look as he looked around the dorm that they had prepped for him. Wash was leaning back against the counter in the small kitchenette. "I've already had this discussion with him, but I want daily logins that he is here, in this room, from six at night until eight in the morning. Fourteen hours. What he does in the other ten, is up for you and Carolina to decide. Twice a week, he is to meet with a psychiatrist. First sign of trouble, and he's back in lock-up."

"Got it, Nick," Wash nodded. "Don't worry, we got it. Emma's got everything prepped. She'll be by in a bit before she heads home to go over everything." Nick nodded. "Thank you for allowing this."

"We owe him something," Nick shrugged. "Why not a little bit of supervised Freedom with people he can hopefully trust."

Maine cleared his throat to get their attention, -"Just don't leave Wash in charge of me."-

"I hope that was a joke," Wash grumbled as Maine started snickering.

"We good to go then?" Nick asked looking between them.

Wash looked at Maine who nodded before looking back at Nick, "Yea. Thanks Nick."

Nick gave a nod before turning to leave the two alone. Wash gave a sigh before looking at Maine, "Tour?"

-"It's one room, what kind of tour would that be?"-

"A cheap one," Wash grinned as Maine stood up and they both headed to the door.

-"How's your girlfriend?"-

"Good," Wash nodded. "It's a girl if I didn't tell you."

-"That's what you wanted, right"-

"I just wanted healthy." Maine gave him a 'yea right' look. "Alright, fine. Yes I was hoping for a girl. And no before you ask, no name yet. Mila doesn't want to decide on one yet, even though I know what it's going to be. I think she's refusing to just agree with it to give me a hard time."

-"Remind me again when you're bringing her by?"- Maine smirked at him.

"I promise, I will bring her by for you to meet," Wash nodded. "I don't know why you're worried about it."

-"Because you're afraid we're going to hit it off and gang up on you."-

"I don't think she knows sign language so you're at my mercy," Wash grinned at him as they walked out of the locker rooms and into the hallway where the Medbay was since class was going on.

"Or the AI can translate for her," Church replied popping up. It was Maine's turn to grin. "Dude, you missed it."

"What'd I miss?" Wash asked with a sigh as they rounded the corner to the lobby.

"Grif almost succeeded in killing Tucker," Church laughed. Wash stopped and looked at him. "Don't worry, Carolina stopped them and gave them a scolding."

"Do I want to know?" Wash sighed rubbing his face.

"Tucker beat you to the altar," Church replied. Wash let out a frustrated sigh. "Oh admit it, it's kinda funny."

"It's really not…" Wash shook his head.

-"Which one are we talking about?"-

"Oh, uh, normally where's the teal armor with the alien sword." Maine nodded in understanding.

"Also the one who stabbed you if you need another hint," Church added helpfully. Maine rolled his eyes.

"I think he got it from mine, but thanks Church," Wash huffed. He looked out onto the floor to see the recruits knocking Grif around. "Why is Grif out on the floor?"

"Carolina's punishment for fighting Tucker in front of the kids," Church answered. Wash snorted and shook his head. "Tucker went home and is laying low for a bit."

"Probably for the best," Wash huffed as the door front door opened. The three of them turned to see Ross walking through. He smiled, "Hey."

"Hi," she grinned walking up to him and greeting him with a kiss.

"What time did you get up?"

"About an hour after you left," she sighed. She looked at Maine who was watching them. She gave a wave, "Hello, you must be Maine?" Maine gave a nod and returned the wave. She nodded at Wash, "He does suck at introducing people, doesn't he? Especially ones he claims are most important to him."

Maine chuckled and nodded as Wash rolled his eyes, "I knew this was a bad idea…"

"Oh stop," Ross smacked him gently. "Anyone eat yet?"

"Haven't you?" Wash raised an eyebrow at her.

"I nibbled," she shrugged as Wash gestured towards the lunch room.

"You've been doing nothing but nibble the last couple days," Wash gave her a worried look. "In fact, I don't think you've had an actual meal since dinner with Tash when they got here, and even then I don't think you ate the entirety of it."

"Nibbles are better than stuffing my face all the time."

"Mi-"

"Wash dearest, if something was wrong, I would tell you."

"Promise?"

"Duh," Ross gave him a reassuring smile as they walked into the lunchroom. She heard her name being yelled and looked over to see York sitting with his own kids and Wash's nephews. "Joining them?"

"Sure," Wash shrugged. "I'll go get you something."

"You're the best," Ross grinned before leaving the them to walk over to York and the kids.

Wash watched her before Maine tapped his arm. Wash looked at him. –"If she says she's fine, she's probably fine."-

"Yea, well, can't help but worry sometimes," Wash sighed stuffing his hands in his pockets. Maine tapped his arm again.

-"Was she one I injured when-"-

"Yes."

Maine nodded, -"I should apologize for that."-

"She probably won't let you," Wash smirked at him. "Come on, let's get you some real food."