Ok, I actually never thought of continuing the story, I had just planned it as a one-shot piece. But, I was so shocked that everyone liked it, that I figured what the heck I'll keep my mind open. Then as I was getting ready for bed, the idea that life is full of irony and fate has a sense of humor popped in my head. And from that sprang this. I'll try to get updates out as soon as possible, though I can't promise. I've been having a rather rough time in life and may have to check myself into the hospital if I don't get things back under control (I suffer from severe depression and bi-polarism). But, one good thing from all that is my insatiable desire to write, and hopefully that will get this done faster :) Hope you like it, and please review. They keep me going, as I never thought anyone would like it in the first place.

So, enough rambling, on to the story. And once again, please review; I'll be eternally grateful :)

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One thing I've learned in life is that it is full of irony. And fate has a sense of humor that only a woman would have.  Don't get me wrong, men have wonderful senses of humor. But only a woman would do this.

But I suppose I should start at the beginning. I left my hometown, my family, everything behind ten years ago. And I started a new life, and amazingly enough, I found some semi-balance of happiness. I have three children now, triplets. My pride, joy, and holy terrors. Being a single mom was never part of my plan. And it is definitely no picnic. But I wouldn't change a thing.

They turned seven this year, two months ago actually. My oldest, of course, is the only boy. Man of the house. Alexander Jeffrey, more commonly known as Xander. I watched too much Buffy when I was pregnant. He has my dark mahogany hair, and his father's dark blue eyes, the same shade as the sky at the end of a sunset, when it is that dark shade of blue before turning black.

Then there are the girls. All three look alike, but the girls are identical. Both have a slightly lighter shade of my hair, though it is only noticeable when the four of us are together. They also have my eyes. That has to be the strangest thing, looking at your daughters and seeing your eyes staring back at you. The oldest is Claudia Isabel; the youngest is Jacalyn Marie, who chooses to go by Lynn.

I've never argued with them, they are my babies, they can go by whatever name they choose. The girls love to ride, which is why we have the farm. Although it isn't exactly a farm, not like most picture when they think of a farm. We don't grow tons of food, although we do have a small garden. Instead it is just acres of grass. Four to be precise. Though I often wonder how I could afford four acres with a two-story house, farm, and four horses. Oh, and I can't forget two dogs, one cat, and one conure.

I know, like I said I have a farm. It's just a farm of animals. Xander has his black lab, Shadow, Claud her cat, Callie, Lynn her conure, named Baby, and the final dog is mine. I couldn't resist getting a scottish terrier when I moved to Scotland. Filch is four now, and thinks he is the master of us all. And of course there are the horses. Starlight, Raven, Firefly, and Precious. Lynn has a thing for naming her pets without actually naming them. She just gives them a nickname, and thus their name.

I have a few new friends, mostly through the kids, other parents and such. Although to be honest I tend to avoid people. Which, considering my line of work is not the easiest thing in the world. I bought the farm with money from the kids' father. He wasn't happy to learn I was pregnant, and quite honestly paid me off to keep quiet. I wasn't going to take the money, but I had to admit that for being a bastard, he did provide well. All three have trust funds that will more than pay for college, as well as a good part of their adult life. And of course the three million to myself, that was used to buy the house, horses, and the rest was put in away in case of emergencies. I will say this, if you fall in love and get pregnant by someone, it does come in handy when he's a billionaire.

But as to my job, I love work as a nurse, honestly. I think I got into it after seeing so much death when I was a teen. I love helping people, although occasionally it is difficult to keep from doing more with my 'unique talents'. Which, just my luck, my children inherited. Although I'm not positive as to how, they still have them. Of course they all know better than to use them in public. I think that is another plus of being away from the town and country of my birth. No secret agents or government conspiracies.

Of course, that brings me back to the irony in life. Secret agents would probably love to get their hands on my children and I. And what are we doing? We are going back to them. Brilliant I know. But unfortunately, I have no choice.

The irony in life, I left to get away from the things I had done. I had changed the future, given up my very happiness to save the world. And now, ten years later, I have to leave my happy existence to go back and save the world again.

And Max Evens' butt.

Yes, fate has to be a woman. And she is laughing her head off up there in the universe.

And so I find myself on a plane, that is about to land, with three sleeping children, and one scottish terrier that will no doubt be very irate when we get him out of the cargo hold. We couldn't leave Filch back home; no neighbor would watch him.

So this is my fate, to return to the place of my birth, with my three holy terrors, one very psychotic dog, and face my family and friends for the first time in ten years.

And, save the world of course.

Laugh it up fate.

Roswell, here I come.