Disclaimer: Joss, Fox, Universal Own em’. I’m just playing. No money being made. The situations come from my own twisted mind as do my original characters.

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Quest-Chapter Sixteen

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“I don't know how to thank you for this Janice,” Allan said sincerely.

“Nonsense, Allan,” The Republic of North America's President replied, “Sara and Rebecca will be perfectly welcome here on Earth. I will see to it personally.”

“Clay as well as two of Quest's security officers will also be staying.”

“I understand...”

Allan nodded and sank back into the overstuffed chair he occupied in the President's office, “Thank you, just the same.”

“Allan... you are a parent. I too would do anything for my children. In fact, I just became a Grandmother myself a few months ago.”

“Maybe you can give Zoë some tips? Ever since we got the news, She's been going a little nuts... Worse than me, actually.”

“If you think the maternal instinct is strong, try the grand-maternal... It's worse. I assure you.”

Allan chuckled slightly, “I have been noticing that.”

“What about you, Allan. How are you fairing with the news?”

Allan shook his head, “I'm not sure yet. To be honest. I never expected to have a family after I left. I half expected to die on the trip. And then to arrive three hundred years late? Well at my age I'm just happy to be breathing. In the first year and a half after I got out of cryo, I was nearly killed so many times... well.”

“Still, you survived...”

“That I did,” Allan agreed.

“When do you plan on returning?”

“It will be tight but we hope by Christmas. I know Clay and Becca are thinking of a New years wedding.”

“That should ensure Clay does not forget his wedding anniversary,” Janice chuckled.

“That's for sure,” Allan grinned in reply.

“I hate to cut this short, Allan but I do have work to attend to...”

“Certainly Janice. I understand,” Allan replied as he stood to leave.

“We'll take of them, Allan.”

“I know,” the elderly engineer smiled as he took