Sorry this took so ling, my dad got pissed at me for getting a B on a science test and band me form the computer. He's fu;; of crap, but I hope you enjoy this chapter. I wanted it to be more about Taylor, because he is a very big part of the three, and soon several more, main families. Enjoy and tell me what you think about it. Suggestions and Idea's are always welcome. Also for those of you who are waiting for an update to Zoe and Sam, i will upload another chapter tomorrow.

The Commander watched Malcolm examine Carter, before giving him several different injections. With each needle came a curse on Dr. Wallace by the ex-Sixer. After he was done, Dr. Shannon fixed his wound and joined them outside.

"He'll be fine in a week, but the poison was incredible potent-"

"And it won't help in healing his shoulder." She added, meeting Taylor's eyes. Her eyes wee dark and dull, every tired line she had showed intensely at that moment.

"But he will recover?" He asked them, eyes intent on the man that protected his second son. Both doctors nodded, Taylor was about to speak again when a soft click caught all their ears.

Eyes turned from the man laid out on the bed to the form of a young woman in a red dress, matching heels, and carrying a basket of food.

Reilly smiled and stopped to salute the Commander, "Wash gave me the rest of the day off, and I kinda made plans with somebody." She nodded towards the room and essentially Carter. Taylor stepped aside and they all watched her enter.

"Go away, I don't want another stupid shot." Carter crossed his arms without even looking at who it was.

"Oh, and I only brought food," one of her brows was raised as his head snapped to her with comically wide eyes. He made to stand from the bed, but got tangle in the covers instead and landed on his back. Hands wrestled the sheets before he was freed and righted himself.

Before he could make a move, loud laughs came from outside and he looked to the window. Scowling he stalked to it and shut the blinds.

"Let's leave them alone," he heard the good doctor say and the shadows of the three people leave. Rosa walked to the door, peeked out, and smiled.

"We're alone," shutting the door she walked to the basket and pulled food out, "now lets start with a meal, then we can go do something else." They smiled and sat on the bed.

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Taylor walked down the hall and followed Elizabeth to the birthing room where the Reynolds were.

He walked in and watched Mark murmur to his wife, daughter, and baby as he rocked form side to side, his burned body moving with more grace than a perfectly healthy soldier would.

"Who's this?" Stepping into the room he was able to see the top of the baby's head. It's skull was tiny.

"I was waiting for Maddy to name him, I want to name him Kyle, but I haven't asked Maddy." He looked back at his son then at the Commander who was holding out his arms.

Passing the child to Nathaniel, he started kicking and eventually the blanket was removed from him. Without the cloth, Nathaniel was able to cradle the tiny child perfectly in his cupped hands.

"Is this how small I was Pappy?" Alicia asked as she stood by him and stared t her new brother.

"At one time we were all so small that you wouldn't have been able to see us." Taylor said and smiled at her shocked face. He stared back at the tiny wiggling thing before movement caught his attention.

Maddy Reynolds was in bed, moving her head from side to side. Her eyes finally locked onto her son and she smiled, looking so week and tired at the effort.

"I want to hold him." She slurred heavily and let out a huff as Taylor stood and walked towards her.

He placed the baby in her arms before she sighed. "Oh god he so beautiful." She whispered and heard Mark snort at her side. "What?"

"He's a boy, how will he feel if you said he was beautiful?"

"Seriously?" Licia raised a brow and put a hand on her hip.

"I swear she learned that from you." Mark whispered to his wife as his commanding officer laughed, waking the child.

"Hush," Maddy scowled at her adoptive father and looked back at the baby. "I want to name him Alexander." Mark's face fell a little and he caught the Commander's gaze and he nodded leaving them.

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Taylor strode out of the infirmary and to the command center, to his wife and son. Entering, he walked to her and ripped her plex from her hands, taking her hands and kissing them.

"Was Junior really small?" He asked with her knuckles against his mouth, looking up to meet her amber eyes. "When he was born was he really small?"

"Well yeah, otherwise it would have hurt a whole lot more when I gave birth. Why?" She kept a level gaze with him, her work face as she called it. "Nathaniel?"

"I was just at the infirmary and with the Reynolds, and their baby was so small he fit into my palms." He dropped her hands to cup his hands, as if to show her the baby's size.

"Nat wasn't that small. Why?" She looked at her plex on the table. Her head swiveled and looked at him, eyes wide, "Oh hell no."

"Why not, damn it I want another baby." He straightened, "But this time we are going to get married then have another baby."

"NO." She bit her lip as soon as it passed her lips and frowned as his face fell. She opened her mouth to say something else, but a soldier stuck his head into the room.

"Commander Taylor, Lieutenant Washington-Taylor-"

"Washington-Taylor?"

"I told them to start calling you that."

"Sir, Ma'am, We've spotted a Phoenix Rover just outside the perimeter-" being interrupted again by the Commander rushing past hm.

"Wash, you're in charge," he raced down the stairs and whistled to Jim. "You're with me."

Jim only nodded and slipped into the rover brought up for Taylor.

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Flying across the plains, they tracked the rover, slowing it when the enemy vehicle came to a stop. Taylor and Jim left the rover and stalked up through the brush.

Jumping out they leveled their pistols at a Phoenix soldier who put his hands into the air. "JESUS! Don't shoot!"

"Where's Lucas?" Nathaniel snarled, for the first time in his life, he felt pure hatred towards his first born.

"At Terra Nova," he said with a slight shake in his voice, "He picked flowers this morning, I dropped him off at the colony and he told me to leave without him at noon." Jim gave Taylor a glance he didn't return.

Instead Nathaniel surged forward and pistol whipped the soldier, standing over the now out cold man.

"I'll call Terra Nova, you get him into his rover." Jim said, turning on his heel and jogging to their rover.

Taylor dragged the man by his ankle to his rover and climbed in. He drove it to Jim and yelled, "Hurry up, I'm leaving." Taylor took off and gunned it to the colony. Lucas was there.

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Skye laughed at Josh as her shirt hung from his teeth. This was their time, when Rorry was put down for a nap or with his parents, to admire each other. Josh smiled and wiggled his brows, flung the shirt aside and undressed himself quickly.

She was about to do the same with her pants and under clothes when a knock sounded at the door.

She grabbed his shirt since she couldn't see hers around and sent him to their room, laughing again as he hung his head and pouted at her. She ran to the door and opened it, her smile fading quickly and all humor gone from her body.

"Good to see you again," he kept the gun pointed at her, "sister." Stepping forward she stepped back and Lucas entered the house, kicking the door closed behind him.

"Who is that Skye?" Josh called form their bedroom, her eyes straying from Lucas for a second to look at the doorway of her room.

"My Brother."