Okay, here go the last 2 chapters in one. And yes, this is some idea of a Schrö-crazy fangirl. :-) Anyway, I hoped you liked this, reviews always appreciated.

About star names: yes, using them once again. Alrischa means "ribbon" (given that Nashira always wears one) and Achernar means "end of the river".

Nashira Alrischa Achernar (for this was her full name) was the sole daughter of a man who lived for nothing but weapons and his job as a soldier. He hated having only a girl, but in the end resigned and decided to train her. Little Nashira seemed to be fascinated by knights, so he first trained her in the use of swords, only later in revolvers and shotguns. Anyways, Nashira's favourite weapon was still her long, shiny sword. When she was 17, her father died on a mission, and she moved away from civilisation, hoping she would never have to fight again. She hated it. But now the time has came.

"What?" she asked, as Schrödinger couldn't say a single word, seeing her holding a shimmery blade as if it was one of the most normal things in life.
"You… that sword…"
"Oh, I'll tell you later!"
"Why did you never…"
"Because I did not want to! Now, take me to them!"
Nashira knew about Schrödinger's skills as, during the past year, she had witnessed him several times, and in the end he even liked showing off to her.
She held to his shoulders as they disappeared together.

The next thing the Major knew was that a blade was pressed to his neck as the girl he had seen with his "kitty" stood in front of him, rage in her eyes. She was weating her usual light green dress and the cute ribbon in her hair.
"Where's my son?" she asked accusingly.
The Major couldn't reach for the alarm.
"The Doc…"

But Schrödinger was already holding his baby, confronting the mad scientist.
"Warrant Officer… you've grown…" said the Doc.
He nodded silently. True, he looked closer to 20 than 10.
"Leave Nashira and Mirzam out of this. I'm not coming back. No matter you track me down or get me brainwashed – I can't forget my family."
"Let's go!" Nashira held on to his shoulders and they disappeared together, back to their peaceful home.

Epilogue

A week later, Nashira sat in her armschair reading, while Schrödinger quietly cradled Mirzam to sleep sitting on the sofa.
"Nashira, I'm in love with you." he said suddenly, without even looking up from Mirzam's slowly closing dark brown eyes while caressing his soft blonde baby hair.
Nashira stared at him stunned. Obviously he didn't understand how much this simple sentence meant to her. It was the first time he said he loved her. During the past years he just showed it to her, she could feel it in each single touch, kiss, each passionate night, the way he looked at their son…

Nashira smiled slowly as she remembered the most memorable moments of their life together.

First, there was that fantastic night – their first lovemaking. And the two other ones that followed it, given that the catboy liked the first one quite a lot.

Then, the day she first felt sick and the thought of being pregnant shocked her at first – but she had to tell the father.
Schrödinger was busy with his lunch as she slowly said it.
"Schrö… there's something you have to know."
"Huh?" he asked, looking up for a second only.
"I'm… well… I'm expecting our child."
Schrödinger stared at her petrified for a moment, then his head fell in the plate.

And who could forget the day Mirzam was born? At home, of course, as Nashira realised a baby with possible cat features couldn't be born in a hospital unless they wanted to end up on the front pages of all the newspapers.
"OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHWHATSHALLIDONOWGOSHOHMY…"
"SHUT UP SCHRÖ… AAAH! I CAN'T GIVE BIRTH TO A CHILD WITH THE FATHER PANICKING AROUND!" and she threw her shoe against him.

But now, they were a happy family. And she knew they were going to be together forever.

THE END