Hey there, hi there, ho there!! Ok so I realized that right after I posted the first part that I had no disclaimer so here it is... I DON'T OWN A DAMN THING NOR AM I MAKING MONEY FROM ANY OF IT!! I think I got my point across, I'm not too sure. So enough of this on to part 2!!

Frank got little sleep the night before. His mind would only seem to focus on Olga. Didn't she know that she meant everything to him? He had stopped thinking about all others since her and now she thought that he didn't want her anymore. Wearily he made his way to the conference room and sat down near the end of the table.

Olga walked in just as tired as not more than Frank except the only difference between the two was that Olga was spotting large circles under her very pinkish looking eyes. The after effects of her crying were left visible to everyone. As the meeting got under way, the room remained aware of the tense atmosphere and very little that wasn't related to the briefing wasn't mentioned. Once it was finished Olga very nearly sprinted out of the room, with Frank close on her heels.

"Olga! Olga baby slow down! We need to talk!" She had nearly made it to her office, when Franks hand covered her elbow. "Olga I mean it! We need to talk."

"I know Frank, I know it's just that..." whatever she had planned to say died in her throat as the sirens went off alerting the base of an emergency. " I guess that we'll talk later."

Bradly quickly went over the mission that Frank was to do before he back- stepped on the elevator on the way to the sphere.

"Once you get back inform the intelligence department of the location of the bomb. It's imperative that they know this so they don't accidentally blow up Hoover Dam."

" I understand sir. It's just going to be a very cut and dry mission then."

" Exactly."

Frank descended the ramp and walked halfway across the hangar before he heard Olga shouting his name.

"Frank! Wait! I want to give you something before you leave!" Frank turned around only to find himself in Olga's embrace.

Breaking away from her kiss he looked at her confused. " I thought that you were mad at me."

" I am but that's no reason to not make sure that all your little superstitious behaviors are still going to work."

" Uh-huh. Sure it is."

" Will you just go already Frank?"

Frank made his way into the sphere as the final preparations were made.

"Reactor at 80! 90! Reactor at 100! Engage!" Frank pressed the button and the familiar feelings associated with back step washed over him. And then suddenly he began to experience turbulence on his re-entry. He tried to steady the controls as he was thrown around the cockpit. His eyes locked onto a picture of him and Olga that he had put in there some months before, before he was thrown unceremoniously into the control panel in front of him and he blacked out.

Slowly Frank opened his eyes to see daylight streaming in from a window on his right. All was quiet except for the chirping of the birds outside and the far away sound of an air conditioner kicking on. His eyes began to take in his surroundings. He seemed to be in someone's bedroom. Did Olga redecorate? He thought. At least I hope it's Olga or else I'm in a lot of trouble. Oh god, my head is killing me! Before he could get up the door to the room opened, but no one came in. Cautiously, he lifted his head from the pillow only to come in contact with a small person flying at him from the foot of the bed.

"Daddy! Daddy! Get up now or Mama will be mad!" A little voice chirped at him. Frank looked into the bright blue eyes of the little girl that had thrown herself at him. He had never seen the girl before but decided that it would be best to play along with whatever was going on before he could get his bearings.

" She will, huh? How mad will she get?"

" Mad mad! She says that your being a slug and I don't want a bug for a Daddy!"

" Alright kid, I'm getting up! I'll be right behind you."

" Ok Daddy!" the little girl got up off him and plopped onto the floor before running out of the room shouting " Mama! Mama! Daddy's up! I got him up all by myself!"

Frank followed the shouting down a hallway before coming to a kitchen where he saw the little girl, an infant in a high chair, and a woman.

" Olga?" he whispered.