Okay, you can see some OOC-ness and AU here, but if you think Schrö is acting illogical - for him, I tried to stay somewhat in-character.

Oh, and I like using star names. "Mirzam" means "messenger".

It was a beautiful late summer morning.

Schrödinger walked out of the house stirring, enjoying the fresh air, and the soft breeze.

Little did he know that someone was watching him… the Major and the Doc, namely, hidden behind some bushes, eyeing his movements with some sort of telescope. The reason why they didn't simply bomb the house down or brought the whole Millennium forces against it was that they first wanted to know what kept him from getting back to the Zeppelin.

"Scheiße, I was right… he looks at least 18…" murmured the Doc.
The Major nodded silently.
"Take these, then we'll hear what he's saying" the Doc handed him a pair of special headphones.

"Schrö! Wait!" Nashira's voice was heard for the house. The catboy turned around smiling.

"Why the hell did he come to babysit this girl's child…?" asked the Major.
The Doc didn't answer, just stared frozen.

"I think he wants Daddy…" and Nashira handed Schrödinger a small baby of about 2 months "and do not drop him!"
"You know I never do!"
"Come on, I was just joking…"

The next moment it became clear also to the Major, as he saw the two tiny cat ears on the baby's head…

"He wasn't meant to have children… he wasn't meant for this…" were the only words the Doctor could say in the following 24 hours, staring in front of himself with glassy eyes. The Major seemed a little less shocked, but he wanted Schrödinger back at any cost.

Two days later, when the Doc seemed to have calmed down a little, he finally came up with a plan.
"That girl couldn't hurt a fly."
"But if we kill her…"
"I'm not talking about killing her, I'm just saying she is by no means a menace. We'll need her alive anyway…"

Meanwhile, Schrödinger and Nashira, completely unaware of what sinister plans were being made against them, had nothing to worry about but keeping their son, Mirzam Schrödinger, happy.

But one day, when Schrödinger went off to do the weekly shopping, the Millennium struck down.
"I'm hooome…" announced Schrödinger, walking in with the packages.
Silence.
"Nashira…? Mirzam…? Heeeeeeeeey!!!"
Silence.
Schrödinger felt something wasn't right. He ran to Nashira's room…

There she was, lying unconscious, a syringe stuck in her arm.
"Nashira! Nashira!" he repeatedly shook her "oh man…"
In the end, she dumped some cold water on her. She slowly opened her eyes.
"Are you all right…?"
She pushed him apart without any comment, jumped up and ran to the room aside.
"WHERE'S MIRZAM?"
This was something Schrödinger forgot to think about, concerned about Nashira.
The girl came back a second later and slapped him.
"We need to find him…"
"But who…"
"A tall man, with silly glasses and…"
Schrödinger froze. His worst nightmare has became reality: the Millennium tracked him down.
Nashira saw him getting pale.
"I see" she said "wait a second, then we can go. Take me to them!"
"But…"
"No buts!" and Nashira reached under her bed…