AN: Considering the big season finale has been aired I've decided to make this a bit of an epilogue to my story. I am not finished with Homequarters yet, but this story has officially reached its ending.

"Mommy, mommy!" A little blond girl yelled as she slammed open the door. "Thom is being stupid!" Alex groaned it was too early for this.

"Daddy, Kati keeps stealing the remote! I don't want to see 'my little pony' and I had it first!" another voice joined the little girl her whining. Birkhoff almost felt a need to put his pillow over his head.

"How late is it?" He muttered to Alex who seemed to have the same idea.

"Too damn early." She groaned. She truly loved her children, but she did not want them at her bedside at seven in the morning. The children however didn't really care for their parents sleep and death glares hardly were effective after seven years.

"Could you two please quiet down, you will wake up…" Too late, a loud wail came from the baby-phone next to the bed. Birkhoff sat up. "I will deal with Mikey, you can deal with the twins." Alex almost had the idea to smack her pillow on the back of his head. Of course he would take the easiest one to deal with. Michael was the nicest baby you could have. Which was good news considering they had one set of very active twins already. Alex glanced at the clock. Seven am, Nikita and Michael would be here in three hours.

"Come on, you two. Let's go and make some pancakes." Her two children always were pacified with food. They were a bit like Seymour in that aspect. When she finally had found her dressing gown underneath her bed and moved into the kitchen the eggs, milk, flour and pans were already placed on the counter. She laughed as she spotted the chocolate chips with the rest of the ingredients.

"What did I tell you two about the chocolate chips? You only get those on special occasions." She looked pointedly at her two twins, who tried to pull of an innocent look. As if they had totally forgotten about it. "Aunty Nikki and uncle Michael are coming, that's special." Thom argued.

While they were twins, Thom and katiana couldn't be more different in looks. Thom was dark haired with blue eyes while Katiana was blond. Katiana had Alex her facial structure and Thom had Birkhoffs. Straight hair and curls. It was easy to tell them apart, they had however inherited Seymour his IQ somehow and they were the two most devious kids when working together. Alex sometimes still couldn't believe her life had gotten this good.

After the death of Percy, division had stayed up and running. Ryan did a marvelous job with it and had Sean to rely on when it got difficult. Even after ten years they still sometimes acted like hormonal teenagers, to the great amusement of Alex. The whole team had stayed with Division to make sure the cleaning up went smoothly and to keep helping the world. It was a difficult job and more than once there had been fights about whether or not they should quit when one of them got hurt.

Alex stayed on active missions for three years until she fell pregnant with the twins. The moment she knew she was pregnant she avoided every form of dangerous activity. She did not want to lose her child a second child, not to mention the fact that Birkhoff had outright refused to let her do anything that involved leg work. Eventually after biting his head off a couple of times they had reached an understanding about what she was allowed to do.

During all the hectic work that followed the reorganization of Division there had been no time for weddings, and it took nearly eighteen months for Nikita and Michael to get married. It was a rather bohemian themed wedding on the beach. No extremely fancy white dress or tuxedos, but loose fitting white clothing and bare feet. It had been beautiful and Alex had cried her eyes out, which had made Birkhoff more than a little uncomfortable.

Alex and Birkhoff had kept it just as simple in their own backyard. She had worn a white dress however and her mother had given her away. Even though they still didn't really connect the way a mother and daughter should, she was her daughter and she loved her mother. She was also rather thankful for the help when the twins were born. Her mother had had a child already. While she didn't really agree with Alex becoming a working mom, she understood that times had changed. Alex worked mostly from the operations room with Birkhoff.

Nikita had received the terrible news five years ago that thank to her rather violent lifestyle she was unable to have any children. Too much kicks in the stomach and electrocutions had done too much damage to have her ever carry a child past the first trimester. It had nearly torn Michael and Nikita apart. They had decided on adoption instead and had recently gotten the custody of four year old Trinity. Abandoned when she was barely a year old at a church in England. Trinity Church to be exact. She was the most adorable thing and Alex always felt need to spoil the little girl. So did Michael.

While Michael had experience with raising kids, Nikita still needed some help once in a while. It was rather hilarious when she had called Alex in a panic because her child hadn't responded to her interrogation of what happened at school. She was doing rather well now and was really starting to get into the mother role. They were coming by later today as they did every week. Two warm warms wrapped themselves around her waist.

"Morning Sunshine, smells good." Alex leaned back against him as she flipped another pancake onto a big plate. Her silver ring with a beautiful tear shaped sapphire sparkled in the day light. While she and Birkhoff certainly had their problems, they were still madly in love.

"I just got word from Ryan. They found Amanda hiding in a house in the alps. She was apparently waiting for us, Ari died two days of a heart attack. The body was there. Apparently she switched off all the jammers and waited for us to come and finish her. She took down seven agents before they apparently killed her. I almost feel sorry for her." They had been searching for Amanda and Ari for years after a mission gone wrong while retrieving the black box in their possession. They got the black box, but Ari and Amanda escaped. While Alex had hated the woman, Amanda truly did love Ari. She couldn't imagine what it would be like if she lost Birkhoff. She would die with grief probably.

As she put the plates down on the table she looked at her beautiful family. She felt Birkhoff wrap his hand around hers and squeeze it. Sometimes Alex really couldn't believe how she had gotten this lucky, but she did thank the stars that she did.

AN: Sorry for the rather abrupt end, but I really thought this the best way to go. I am thinking about a sequel perhaps, but I will continue my other stories first.