Author's Notes:

Hey guys! Welcome to the third chapter of Reclassed!

Sorry for the long wait amigos. I actually had planned on updating a lot sooner, but boy oh boy did school bone me. The end of the semester kills the man.

Hope this chapter makes up for it. You'll begin to see...some of the things that I have planned :)

And jeez, thank you guys for the awesome feedback so far! A thank you too all of my followers, favoriters, and my reviewers. I really, really appreciate it!

Now on with the show!

Disclaimer: Intelligent Systems owns everything.

Chrom lightly nudged his wife's shoulder.

"Robin, sweetie, it's time to wake up."

Robin pushed herself further into the bed in rebuttal. She wouldn't go down this easily.

"Five more minutes..."

"That's what you said five minutes ago," Chrom sighed. "Come on and get up. Let's go get some breakfast."

Robin pulled the blankets up over her head, ignoring her husband.

"Let's just sleep longer."

Robin poked an eye out from underneath the blanket.

"I know you want to."

"And have you hog all the covers? I think I'm good."

"Oh, so you're cold?" Robin sat up in bed, smiling suggestively. Sadly, she did not notice a certain blue haired princess poking her head into the doorway.

"Good morn-"

"I know something that could warm you up," Robin wiggled her eyebrows, her hand creeping down to the bottom of her nightgown.

Lucina's face reddened more than what anyone thought could be possible. Faster than the human eye could follow, she retracted her head and went sprinting off down the hallways.

"O-OH GOOD HEAVENS! I-I'LL COME BACK LATER!" She screeched, her voice turning into an echo as she ran off down the hall. "WHY IS IT ALWAYS MEEEEEEeeeeee!"

"OH GODS, LUCINA I'M S-SO SORRY!" Robin cried after her, but it was no use. She was long gone.

Robin buried her face into her pillow. Why was it always her daughter that walked in at the worst moments? It was like some cruel twist of fate that Lucina would be destined to walk in on her parents doing unspeakable things. Even Frederick would have been a welcome change. Shit, Vaike would be okay at this point.

Chrom bit his lip from laughing out right.

"T-that was...heh...some bad timing huh?"

Robin chucked her pillow at Chrom, smacking him in the face with it.

"Have you no shame!?"

"Not when it's you that looks foolish once and while. It's always ol' Chrom that gets made a fool. Well, not today!"

Chrom threw his head back and laughed. It really was a joyous occasion when he was able to get out ahead in this family. With a family consisting of two tacticians, it was usually Chrom that was made to look like an idiot. Hell, even Lucina was nothing to shake a stick at either. Her intelligence was second to none. Not only that, but she was able to discover a way to travel through time. That's very impressive, to say the least.

But not today! It was Chrom's day!

Today is going to be a good day. The lord thought happily to himself.

And it was then that Robin finally noticed that Chrom had been fully clothed throughout this entire ordeal. How the hell did she miss that earlier?

She cursed under her breath. Damn hormones...

"You're awfully pleased with yourself aren't you?" Robin huffed and crossed her arms, turning away from her husband. "I'll have you know we probably just scarred our daughter for life. For the umpteenth time."

"Hey, this one is all you," Chrom corrected with a smile. "I just sat here."

"You're also a smart-"

Robin stopped immediately, her face greening. She placed a hand on her stomach and another over her mouth.

"Robin?" Chrom asked concerned. He was beginning to get worried now that he could hear the ominous gurgle sounds.

Robin shook her head and closed her eyes.

"I-I think I'm-"

She clasped her mouth shut, her cheeks puffing out with what Chrom could only assume was something bad.

She shot out of bed like a bat out of hell, running into their bathroom and slamming the door on the way in.

Chrom followed closely behind, but he kept his distance from the door. It...felt wrong to get too close.

"You okay in there sweetheart?" He offered weakly.

The only response he got was what sounded like an animal dying. Slowly.

"Sweet pea?"

"SHUT- URGH!"

Chrom flinched, unconsciously taking a few steps away from the bathroom door.

After several agonizing seconds of silence, the door to the bathroom creaked opened.

Robin walked out weakly, wiping the leftover bile from her lips.

"That...was unpleasant."

Chrom hurried towards her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder and his other on her forehead to check for a fever.

"Are you alright?

"I think so," Robin nodded, albeit shakily. "I guess I ate something that didn't agree with me."

"Well, I don't THINK you have a fever," Chrom remarked uncertainly. "But that doesn't explain why no one else isn't sick."

"Yeah, I guess you're-"

Robin's eyes widened, stopping dead in her tracks.

"Is everything alright?"

"Y-yeah," Robin replied distractedly. "I'll just go see Lissa later, it's nothing to worry about."

"Are you sure?" The lord prodded. "If you aren't feeling well, you're more than welcome to sit out for today. I'll be happy to cover for you."

"No, no," Robin shook her head. "I'll be fine. Let's just get to breakfast. They're probably waiting on us."

Chrom furrowed his brow, clearly worried about his wife, but he nodded in agreement regardless.

"If you say so."

Lucina sat in...Lucina's lap as her older self absentmindedly bobbed her knee underneath her younger self.

The younger Lucina looked up at the elder, her eyes wide and innocent.

"Are you okay, sissy?"

"Peachy," The elder replied blankly, her eyes staring off into nothingness.

"Umm," Little Lucina reached up and poked her sister's face, not even eliciting a response from her older self. "If you say so."

The little princess grew bored of her older sister and looked around the breakfast table, examining who could be her next playmate.

Morgan was sitting in his usual spot next to their older sister, reading a book while he absentmindedly shoveled food into his mouth.

Her uncle Lon'qu was there as well, quietly eating his breakfast and keeping to himself.

Other than that it was rather dry. And with her older sister being a rock...

"Morgy!" Little Lucina cried out. "Play with me!"

Morgan looked up from his book, smiling softly at his younger sister.

"Oh? And what do you want to play?"

Little Lucina grinned competitively, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth. She outstretched her arms, placing a closed fist on the palm of her hand.

"Rock, Paper Scissors!"

"Have it your way," Morgan closed his book and rolled up the sleeves on his tactician's coat. "But I'll have you know I'm a master at the sacred art of Rock, Paper, Scissors."

The two went at it for a few rounds, always tying. Morgan had picked scissors every time, waiting for his younger sister to pick rock.

"Rock!" Lucina cried out victoriously. "I won!"

"Would you look at that!" Morgan feigned surprise. "So you did!"

"Maybe I should become a..." The younger Lucina hesitated, trying her best to pronounce the difficult word. "Tact...tacty..."

"Tactician?" Morgan's eyes gleamed. "Yes...yes maybe you should..."

The elder Lucina snapped out of her funk, glaring dangerously at her younger brother.

"Morgan, we are NOT going to become a family of tacticians!"

"W-what!? W-where'd you g-get that idea?"

"I'm your sister. I can practically hear your thoughts from across the palace."

But in reality, Lucina had her Morgan sleep talking when she had walked past his room this morning. Something about a family of tactical geniuses, and some plan called 'Operation: Get Tactical.'

"Damn it," Morgan cursed under his breath. "I guess I'll have to-"

"Good morning everyone!"

Chrom and Robin entered the dining room, taking their usual seats at the table.

"Morning," Lon'qu grunted. "A little late, aren't we?"

"It was a hectic morning," Robin answered with a sigh, her eyes meeting Lucina's before they both looked away in embarrassment.

"Um," Robin started nervously, "About this morning Lucina..."

"What about it?" Lucina answered, her face unnervingly blank. "Nothing happened this morning, nothing at all. Just a regular morning, nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing. Nothing."

"Oh, y-yeah," Robin replied and looked down at her plate.

Chrom also seemed rather interested in his plate of food at that particular moment.

Morgan and Lon'qu shared a look, but shrugged and let it pass.

Little Lucina, of course, didn't notice anything strange and helped herself to her older sister's plate of food. Even without her mother's help!

"So, uh..." Robin began, hoping to cut through the obvious tension. "What's on the docket today, Lucina?"

"We have a meeting with a lieutenant, but for what reason I do not know."

Chrom choked on his food, inevitably erupting in a coughing fit.

"Are you alright, Chrom?" Robin asked worriedly, lightly patting her husband on the back.

"Y-yes, of course. Some food went down the wrong pipe is all."

That was a lie.

Morgan and Chrom shared a look, both shaking their head in agreement on not letting Robin know what the meeting was actually about.

The rest of the meal went on peacefully, the entire family engaging in small talk once Lissa arrived with little Owen. They all talked about their upcoming day, as well as any juicy pieces of gossip around the capital. Gossip was mostly Lissa's field of expertise, but she was able to rope in Robin and Morgan into the conversation in the end.

"Welp," Chrom said and stood from the table. "I should get going. But I'll see you all at lunch?"

The table nodded in unison, and Chrom left the room, Morgan following closely behind.

"We should probably get going to," Robin announced and stood up along with Lucina. "It sounds like we have a busy day ahead of us. Do you mind watching over Lucina again Lissa?"

Lissa nodded happily, accepting the toddler into her lap with open arms.

"Don't you worry about a thing Robin, we'd love to babysit for you."

The grandmaster smiled in gratitude, then gave her youngest daughter a kiss on the head before leaving the room with the elder Lucina in tow.

Lissa and Lon'qu stayed at the table, sitting in silence. Lon'qu closed his eyes, straining his ears until he couldn't hear the sounds of their footsteps anymore.

"They're gone," Lon'qu spoke softly and opened his eyes.

"Peeeerfect," Lissa purred, bringing her fingers to her mouth and whistling shrilly.

At the sound of her whistle, Vaike, Cordelia, Sumia, Maribelle, Cherche, Gaius, Inigo, Cynthia, Brady, Nah, Stahl and Anna burst into the room, all clamoring around the table.

"I can't believe you roped me into this..." Lon'qu grumbled.

"Alright, everybody!" Lissa stood on top of her chair, raising her voice to be heard among the ranks. "Place your bets!"

"A hundred gold on Chrom," Vaike was the first to speak up.

"Uh-huh," Lissa took out a notepad, scribbling down their names and their bets. "Next?"

"Two hundred on Robin," Cordelia said, which was a surprise to everyone in the room.

"Same for me," Cherche tagged on.

"And I'll do two hundred on Robin as well," Sumia nodded fervently.

"Alright, alright," Lissa mumbled and wrote the info down on the pad. "Next?"

"I reckon I'll put one-fifty on Chrom," Brady said.

"Pshh, no way is Chrom going to win," Nah remarked with a roll of her eyes. "Three hundred on Robin."

"Oh yeah?" Stahl narrowed his eyes at the young manakete. "Three hundred on Chrom then."

"Chrom? Really?" Maribelle almost sounded offended. "There's no way an intelligent woman such as Robin would lose to that oaf. Eight hundred on Robin."

The crowd murmured in surprise. Maribelle just took it up a notch.

"Eight hundred you say? You clearly don't understand the fiery passion of a man's heart," Inigo remarked, placing a hand over his heart as he spoke in a very Virion manner. "With that being said, three hundred on Robin."

"What!?" Cynthia exclaimed and glared at her friend. "Why would you even go through saying that if you were betting on Robin?"

"Oh, my dear, naive little Cynthia," Inigo laughed and tousled the pegasus knight's hair. "I'd rather be a few hundred gold richer than follow my own set of values."

"So, you really are a whore then," Cynthia deadpanned. "Fine. Two-fifty on Chrom."

"I'll wager my whole candy stash on Robin," Gaius spoke up from the back of the room, sucking on one of his infamous lollipops.

"Gaius," Lissa sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "No one wants your nasty candy. We all know where you keep it. No one wants sweaty, underarm candy."

"Have it your way," Gaius shrugged. "But I'll have you know some of these sweets can sell for over one thousand gold on the black market."

Everyone in the room blinked.

"Well...candy stash it is," Lissa said and wrote Gaius's bet down on the paper. "And that leaves Anna."

The group turned to look at Anna.

The merchant looked up from filing her fingernails, her expression completely blank.

"Five thousand on Robin."

If Maribelle had taken it up a notch, Anna had just raised the damn roof.

"F-five t-thousand?" Lissa stammered. "You mean gold right?"

"Yep," Anna nodded lazily. "Five thousand."

The crowd gulped collectively while Lissa wrote down Anna's bet on her paper.

"W-well, that does it I-"

"What is going on here?"

Everyone's head swiveled to the back of the room, where Frederick stood with his arms crossed.

"N-nothing! N-nothing at all!" Lissa screeched. "We were just-"

"Save it," Frederick rose a hand to stop her. "I know exactly what you were doing."

"..."

"..."

The knight pulled out his gold purse, counting how much he had saved.

"One thousand on Chrom."

"So, did we ever find out who we're meeting with?" Robin asked and took a seat on the throne.

"Yes, actually," Lucina answered and looked at the clipboard she was holding. "A Lieutenant Littner."

Robin's whole body clenched in her seat.

"Uh..." Lucina blanched at her mother's reaction. "Are you alright Mother?"

"Yes, of course honey," Robin lowered her head, her eyes gleaming dangerously underneath her hair. "I'm going to tear this bitch a new one. SEND HIM IN!"

Lucina flinched at her mother's suddenly loud voice, but kept to herself. She knew what happened when she got like this.

The doors to the palace's throne room opened slowly and a young man no older than twenty-six walking in.

The man had spiky, short blonde hair, with a scar that went from his temple down to underneath his left eye. He had the makings of some stubble on his face, but was clearly did not have the genetics to grow a beard. That didn't stop him from trying though.

He actually looked a little like an older Owain with blonde hair.

"Lieutenant Littner...so we meet again."

"Um..." The lieutenant tilted his head. "Do I know you?"

Robin's eye twitched.

"Why, you MOTHERFU-"

Lucina placed a hand on her mother's mouth, stepping forwards towards Littner.

"This is the queen and grandmaster of the realm you are speaking to Lieutenant. I advise you revise your choice of words."

"OH!" Littner's eyes widened in realization. "You're Grandmaster Robin!"

"You'd think you'd know that already," Robin remarked and leaned back in her throne. "But yes, I am."

"Hmhm," The lieutenant nodded slowly. "So, what am I doing here?"

"W-what!? You don't know?"

"Nope," Littner shrugged. "I haven't done anything wrong, at least not that I'm aware of."

Lucina flipped through the papers on her clipboard, stopping on the one with the lieutenant's information on it.

"You lead the guards out of South Town because you thought you saw a bandit gang on the hillside. It turned out to be a farmer's herd of goats."

"Sounds right so far," Littner nodded again.

"..."

"You lead the only guards away from a small village," Robin repeated slowly.

"And then they got attacked by an actual group of bandits," Lucina added on.

"Yeah...I did do that."

"The town was defenseless..."

"Because of you..."

"Makes sense to me," The lieutenant nodded and rubbed his chin. "So, what's the problem?"

"What's the-" Robin stopped and buried her face in her hands, slowly rubbing her eyelids. "You honestly don't know what you did wrong?"

"I really don't," Littner replied honestly. "I did what I thought was best. For all we know, those goats could have been a serious threat."

"A...serious threat?" Lucina repeated dumbly.

"Yeah!" Littner said enthusiastically. "Have you ever seen a goat? All they do is munch on grass and stare off into space. I don't trust 'em."

"You...don't trust them?"

"How could I?" Littner glared at Lucina as if the answer was obvious. "They're goats."

The mother and daughter gaped at the lieutenant, the same thought running through both of their heads.

How the hell did this guy get hired!?

Robin knew he was dumb, but she could never have dreamed of this. This...this was something extraordinary. It honestly made them look bad as a country that they hired this nut.

"Well then," Robin said and clapped her hands together. "The solution is rather obvious. You're fired."

"FIRED!?" Littner bellowed. "But why? What did I do?"

"What did you-" Robin closed her eyes and waved him off. "You know what? No. We literally just had this conversation."

"What conversation?"

"Are you for real?" Lucina asked softly.

"For real? Of course I'm real. I'm standing right in front of you right now, aren't I?" Littner stared at the princess as if she just asked if mayonnaise was an instrument. The lieutenant turned to her mother looking for backup. "Kids these days, am I right?"

"Get out."

"Huh?"

"Get. Out." Lucina repeated her mother. "You are hereby discharged."

"Well, this seems out of the blue, but if you say so..."

The former lieutenant walked out of the throne room, scratching at his cheek confused.

"What did I do wrong though, I wonder?"

"Well. This is boring."

"Yep," Morgan agreed. "Paperwork is a bitch, Father."

Another daunting stack of papers sat in front of Chrom, waiting to be filled out.

"Do I have to do this every day?"

"It seems so," Morgan nodded. "That's the job of a grandmaster."

"Screw that," Chrom shoved away the pile of papers. "Is there anything interesting that takes precedent?"

"There is milord," Frederick answered and stepped towards the desk. "A horde of Risen was spotted near Themis."

"Risen?" Chrom asked and sat forwards in his seat. That was certainly troublesome. "But Grima was destroyed?"

"Yes, he was," Frederick nodded. "It seems that there are still some roaming around, however."

"Damn it," Chrom scowled and clenched his fists.

It seemed that Grima's presence wasn't totally annihilated just yet. The lord expected there to be some more Grimleal wandering the lands, but Risen was another story all together. They should have been wiped clean with the destruction of Grima.

"Alright then," Chrom nodded absentmindedly and stared off into the distance while he thought. "Send the Shepherds. They've had the most experience with these abominations. They're our best chance."

"Good thinking, Father," Morgan praised him. "But who will lead them with you and Mother not there?"

"Easy," Chrom turned to his former retainer. "Frederick, I want you to lead the Shepherds out there and take care of these Risen."

"Understood milord," Frederick straightened and saluted his liege. "Consider it done."

Frederick paced out of the room, hurrying to recruit the Shepherds for their new mission.

The father and son duo sat in silence, waiting for one of the two to speak up.

"So..."

"Yeah..."

"I guess it's back to paperwork?"

"I suppose," Chrom sighed and took the first paper off the stack.

"Don't worry, Father," Morgan walked around to his dad, patting him on the back. "I'm sure we'll get something interesting next time."

The sun shone through the window, glinting off of Morgan's eyes.

"Yeah, I guess," Chrom replied gloomily. He would never admit it, but he was actually growing to miss his duties as Exalt.

Little did Chrom know, a certain group of heroes was preparing to take to the streets to dish out their own brand of vigilante justice... A group that served the people, that took care of their fellow citizen. They had been sitting in the dark for too long. It was time they made themselves known.

And oh, what an entrance they would make.

"Why are we waiting outside of Lissa's room Mother?"

"I was hoping that I could get a quick check up," Robin answered her daughter. "Lissa may be a little...rambunctious at times, but she is one of the best healers in the capital."

Lucina nodded at that statement. Her aunt really was a talented healer, no doubt thanks to her time with the Shepherds.

"Is there any particular reason you're doing this now?"

"Uh..." Robin hesitated. "N-nope, just decided to get checked up. They say to get one every six months after all."

Lucina hummed and nodded, not noticing her Mother's uncertainty.

Lissa opened the door to her room, smiling broadly at her sister-in-law.

"Hey, Robin!" Lissa greeted happily. "Come for a quick check up, huh? Well, no problem! I'd be happy to help!"

"Thanks, Lissa," Robin smiled gratefully. "You've really been too kind to me."

"Think nothing of it," Lissa waved her off. "Now, come on in!"

"I'll just wait out here for Father and Morgan," Lucina interjected and turned to Robin. "Have fun, Mother."

"Gee, thanks," Robin deadpanned and entered Lissa's room.

Robin looked around the room, examining it for the first time in a few weeks.

Unsurprisingly, it was very messy. Well, at least half of the room was.

Lissa's side of the room was scattered with various articles of clothing and other knickknacks, while Lon'qu's side was nearly barren, except for his two Chon'sin swords leaning up against his dresser.

What a surprise. Robin thought to herself and rolled her eyes.

Little Lucina sat on Lissa and Lon'qu's bed, happily swinging her dangling legs off of the side.

"Hi, Mommy!"

"Hello, sweetie," Robin pulled her daughter into a hug and kissed the top of her head. "Boy, am I glad to see you."

Lucina giggled and returned the hug.

"Alright then," Lissa said, getting down to business once she had found her staff. "Sit over in that chair and sit straight up."

Robin did as she was told, sitting down in the wooden chair Lissa had pointed out.

Lucina tilted her head curiously at her mother.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Your aunt is just giving me a quick check up is all," Robin answered and smiled at her daughter. "Nothing to worry about."

"Oooh!" Lucina clapped excitedly. She knew what it meant to be a good girl during a routinely checkup. "Can I have your lollipop once you're done?"

Lissa giggled and tousled her niece's hair affectionately.

"Honey, I'll give you all of the lollipops you want."

Lucina grinned victoriously, sitting somewhat patiently for the two adults to finish up their meeting.

"We'll start this off easy," Lissa said and placed the back of her fingers on Robin's forehead.

"No fever..." Lissa said absentmindedly then moved her fingers to Robin's neck. "Pulse seems normal..."

Lissa pulled a stethoscope out of a mound of clothes, putting the plugs in her ears and walking behind Robin.

"Lift the back of your shirt and take several deep breaths."

Robin did as she was told, resisting the urge to flinch when the cold metal of the stethoscope touched her bare skin.

"Hmmm," Lissa hummed. "Nothing out of the ordinary. You said you woke up this morning and you were feeling sick?"

"That's right," Robin nodded. "And my...hormones seemed a little...intense."

Lissa stepped away from her back, raising an eyebrow at Robin.

"A little..."

The blonde princess stopped, her eyes widening in realization.

"Oh! Why didn't you say so!"

Lissa gripped her staff, letting it hover over Robin's waist while she channeled its healing magic.

Chrom, Lucina, and Morgan all stood outside of Lissa's room, waiting patiently for Robin to reappear.

After what felt like hours, the door creaked open and out walked Robin, Lissa, and the younger Lucina.

Lissa was smiling brightly, Robin's eyes were far off in thought, and the young Lucina was sucking joyfully on two lollipops at the same time.

"Hey Lucy," Chrom kissed his younger daughter's forehead then turned to his wife. "So what's the news?"

"Well..."

The three stared at Robin expectantly, urging her to continue with their stares.

"I'm...pregnant."

"..."

"WOOHOO!"

Chrom jumped in the air, fist pumping madly with an absolutely jubilant look on his face.

"Looks like you're getting born, Morgan!"

Morgan mimicked his father's fist pumping, also jumping up and down in place.

"It's about damn time!"

Chrom and Morgan high fived and chest bumped, both celebrating in their regular father-son ways.

Lucina watched it all, smiling knowingly. She had expected this all along. She did travel through time after all.

But who didn't, really? When one of your children comes traveling through time, you would kind of expect them to be born eventually.

"Yeah...about that..."

All three turned their heads towards Robin.

"I'm having twins."

The older Lucina's jaw hit the floor, her eyes as wide as saucers.

"WHAT!?"

Author's Notes:

Yeah. That's fucking right. I just did that. Count it. Book it. Twins. Both female and male Morgan. What're you gonna do about it? Nothing. I know you love it.

I hope you're ready, because I'm ready for a pregnant Robin. I wonder how that will affect the story...

And what's with the betting pool? Would the Shepherd's really bet on their friends like that? ...Who are we kidding, of course they would!

Heh, other than that we get a bit of a sneak peak at what happens next chapter. Just who is this vigilante group that Chrom will have to face!? Do they even abide by the rules, or do they just make their own in the name of justice!? Are they even friend or foe for that matter!? Will kid Lucina continue to be a cutie-patootie!? I can answer that one. Yes, yes she will.

Find out next time on Reclassed!

See ya!