A/N: As if my cast of characters could get any bigger you say? Yup. It multipled like evil rabbits. Actually, it just grew a little. And Yup, that's GI Sam. But I'm gonna let this chappie talk for itself, cuz they just got so much to say. Once upon a time, I owned nothing. I still own nothing, 'cept for the kiddos, TA, Joy, Jimmy. And anyone you don't recognise.

Chapter Nine

"Sam?" The shocked voices rang out. Andrew and Amy just stared at the woman.

Rebecca didn't seem too shocked. She smiled softly as she went to the woman. She put her arm around her and chuckled.

"I take it that I don't have to introduce my twin sister Samantha to you?"

"Hey Buffy." A masculine voice said from behind them.

"Riley?" She turned around and gave her ex-boyfriend a hug.

"Or her husband." Rebecca continued.

"Mommy? Daddy?" A small voice came from behind the sisters as a little sandy haired boy pushed forward.

An hour later, after countless hours of bickering over who hadn't told who what, the grown-ups were all drinking coffee and talking. The four children, however, had been put to bed. Or so the grown ups thought.

"So, Riley. When the hell did you have a kid? And why didn't you tell me?" Buffy admonished him.

"We were deep undercover when I found out I was pregnant. We found out a few weeks after we were in Sunnydale. Dylan was born in South America and Rebecca popped in, and took care of him for us." Sam explained.

"Wait, so are you a witch too?" Dawn asked.

"Nope. I'm just an agent."

"Our father was a high ranking officer. We were your typical Army brats. We lived all over the world. Dad was stationed here the summer we turned eleven. I recieved an acceptence letter from Hogwarts. Sam went onto a Military Academy, and I went to the best school for witches and wizards." Rebecca explained.

"I still can't believe you guys have a kid." Xander murmured.

"Why? You're helping raise three." Riley pointed out.

In the bedroom that was usually just his, Dylan crossed his four year old arms and started issuing orders, like his Daddy did.

"While in my room, you can't be a girl. So all you girls clear out." He gave his best glare to TA and Joy.

"Pfft. You can't tell me what to do. Aunt Buffy said we gotta sleep in here. Aunt Buffy is the boss. Not some stupid boy." TA said, giving him a look she'd picked up from Aunt Dawnie.

"'Sides, we don't gotta leave, cuz Mommy said we had ta meet somebody else. And your mommy said you had ta let us sleep in here." Joy said. She was a lot nicer about it than TA had been, though.

Dylan Finn stared past them to the tall man in the doorway. His godfather raised a quick eyebrow. TA turned and gazed up at him. She quickly said the first thing to pop into her head.

"You're shorter than his Daddy."

The soldier stared down at the blond little girl and cracked a smile. She'd obviously been around the slayer that used to drive his best friend wild. He shifted down to meet her gaze.

"Not all of us could be farmboys like Riley Finn."

"You're tons cuter, though." Joy said, nervously peeking around Jimmy, who'd crossed over in front of her again.

"You must know Dawn Summers. She said that to me the first and only time she met me."

TA remembered this man. She couldn't figure out why, but it was kinda like when she met Uncle Harry. She felt like she knew him from before.

"Forest."

The man's head swiveled to the blond girl. Not many people knew that name. It was pretty much forgotten.

"You were friends. Played Frisbee together." She murmured. "He did bad stuff to Uncle Riley, but it really wasn't him." Her eyes connected with his. She didn't like this stuff anymore. It made the grown ups sad. Her mind was a bad thing. Cuz now he had tears in his eyes and that stupid Dylan was saying big boys didn't cry, so how come he was crying.

"Dylan, mommy wants to see you - Graham?" Rebecca said as she entered the room. Her eyes went to TA then back to Graham. "What did she see?"
"Forest."

"Oh, Graham." She wrapped him into a deep hug.

"I'm sorry." TA said, tears coming to her own eyes.

Graham Miller pulled away from Rebecca to look down at the little girl. He hadn't meant to make her cry.

"No, it's not your fault sweetie. They were good tears. Not bad tears." He smiled at her. And gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

"You four should be in bed. Now get." Rebecca said softly, conjuring some extra beds into the room. After making sure they were all tucked in, she led Graham back to the rest of the adults.

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Buffy Summers had to think long and hard. It wasn't an easy decision to make. It was a lot that they were asking of her and her friends.

"You want us to take care of Dylan for a year or two?"

A/N 2: A cliffie that ends the three year old phase of the Trips. As Always, tell me whatcha think.