(I mention Season Two's Carbon Creek in this chapter. It's not a spoiler, but I'm just letting you know)

The corridor stretching before him was silent, save for the echo of his running feet. His shoes slapped against the hard surface as he sprinted at full speed towards his destination. His lungs burned, and he was getting out of breath.

But then, the person chasing him sounded out of breath also, so he didn't feel too bad.

He didn't dare look behind him for fear he'd lost his bearings. If he did, he would be caught. He heard someone call out to his pursuer, and heard another set of feet joining the chase.

Damnit! Two against one. He didn't like those odds.

He had to free the captives. He couldn't lose! He knew the captives were being held in a small room a few corridors away, and that there was only one person guarding them.

'Come on, think Reed!' he said to himself, his pace never faltering. 'You can't keep up this pace forever!'

Then, inspiration struck. He could take a short cut across the dining hall, and save himself five minutes of running. He was coming up on the open doors, and he saw people milling in and out of the room.

Without pausing, he charged in the door. People jumped out of his way in surprise as he dodged tables, closely followed by two darting figures. He came out the opposite door, running at full tilt. He saw his destination, and increased his speed, ignoring the stitch tearing at his side.

He burst in the door, surprising both captives and guard. He ran at full speed towards the guard, freaking her out so she slipped and fell. He took advantage of it and darted around her. Almost there... He slapped the wall behind her.

"Tag free all!" Jack Reed shouted, sliding down so he was sitting on the floor, finally able to catch his breath.

K'Hen Archer and Charlie Tucker skidded to a stop behind him, both breathing heavily.

"Jesus Jack, you scared us half to death!" his twin brother Martin admonished as he helped Tiffani Mayweather to her feet. Celeste Reed pulled her exhausted little brother to his feet, not objecting when he leaned heavily on her.

K'Hen and Charlie had yet to speak they were both so winded. Jack Reed was quick like lightning, and they hated being the ones to try and catch him. Tiffani had known and volunteered to be 'Guard' once they 'captured' one of their opponents.

"Sorry Tiff," Jack apologized to his friend.

"No problem Jack," she grinned widely. "I'll just send you the doctor's bill."

"What's going on here?"

Six heads turned to see Admiral Jonathan Archer, Captain Charles Tucker the Third, Commander Travis Mayweather and Captain Malcolm Reed standing in the doorway, all wearing dress uniform.

"Father," K'Hen gasped, still slightly out of breath "we were playing Tag Free All."

Jon's brows furrowed in confusion, "Tag Free All?"

"Oh come on, you know Jon" Trip reminded him. "Two teams, one team is 'on'. They have to chase and capture the other team. If they can capture them all, then they win."

"But, the other team can free the captives by getting to a designated point and shouting Tag Free All" Malcolm finished for him. He turned to his son. "That doesn't explain why you raced through the mess hall while reunion was going on."

Jack flushed under his father's scrutiny.

"I was getting tired! I had just run from Airlock 13 at the south end of Jupiter Station. I took a short cut before I collapsed."

Malcolm smiled at his son's dramatics, but tried to hide his amusement. He had nearly hurt about twelve people in his rush to win the game. "I understand," he told him, "but you nearly knocked down your Aunt Maddy in your haste."

"Oops," Jack blushed. He looked behind Malcolm to where Trip was standing. "Sorry Uncle Trip." He turned to his cousin. "Sorry Charlie.

"It's alright Jack," Trip grinned down at the boy. "I caught her. She didn't fall."

"Look, you're going to have to be more careful guys" Jon told the assembled group. "I know most of you don't see each other as much as you'd like. And I know you only have the chance to play together at reunions of the Enterprise crew and such like this one, but you can't go racing around the place." But Jon hadn't the heart to scold too much. They all looked so happy.

Celeste Reed, all of twelve years old, was the oldest of the group, and the image of her mother. Her twin ten-year-old brothers, Jack and Martin, (Ensign Jack Martins, get it?) were little hellions, and got into more trouble that their father. Which, when added up, led to a lot of time being grounded. Though they got into a lot of trouble, (What do you expect form Malcolm Reed's children?) they both knew that their parents adored them.

The twins were constantly on the move, and always getting into scraps. Still, their father had this way of staring them down, so they always ended up confessing before he had to bring out the big guns, namely 'Don't make me tell your mother.' Celeste was still her daddy's little princess, though Hoshi often scolded her for wrapping the man around her little finger.

K'Hen Archer was nine years old, and the apple of his father's eye. Jon always kept a close watch on his son, as he was the first child with both Human and Vulcan parents. K'Hen had Jon's lively green eyes, which contradicted his pointed Vulcan ears. He was a spirited, intelligent boy.

T'Pol had begun to teach him Vulcan control, and Jon had no objections. He knew there'd always be a part of him in K'Hen, and he knew that K'Hen was no ordinary Vulcan. It was T'Pol who came up with the name K'Hen, in memory of Jonathan's father Henry. She was another Vulcan who'd never be ordinary.

Charles Tucker the Fourth and Tiffani Jessica Mayweather were born within a few weeks of each other, and were best friends, since they grew up on the same ship. As Travis was Trip's first officer, the two spent a lot of time together.

Charlie Tucker had the bright blue eyes and dark blond hair of his father, but had his mother's British accent. Every now and then, he would slip into a southern accent, which he picked up from Trip. Malcolm found his nephew's accent to be vastly amusing, and constantly ribbed his sister and best friend about it.

Tiffani Mayweather was the daughter of Commander Travis Mayweather and Lieutenant Monica Cross, a botanist who had transferred to Enterprise a few months after Malcolm and Hoshi had gotten married. They had bonded over their shared history, as Monica was a boomer born and bred also, and their paths had crossed several times before.

Tiffani was a beautiful child, bright and funny, but also talented. Once, when Trip was away, Travis had allowed her to sit at the helm of their ship, and she knew what button did what. She was only six at the time. (It helped, of course, that Tiffani adored and idolized her father, and read everything he gave her, be it a comic or an instruction manual.)

"So," Malcolm asked his son, "I take it you freed the captives?"

"I did." Jack answered proudly. "I tagged Celeste and Martin free just before you came in."

"Wait," Trip interrupted, "It was the Reed's against the Archer/ Tucker/Mayweather's? That hardly seems fair."

"I know," Malcolm agreed, a devilish glint in his eyes. "I mean, one team clearly has the advantage, because Jack and Martin are like lightning, and Celeste is brilliant at hiding." His smile and the amusement in his voice ensured that his comment was taken in the right way... as a joke.

"That's not what I meant Mal." Trip retorted, keeping up the banter. "And besides, Charlie here is one-half Reed, so the math doesn't work."

"Wait, wait, are you saying that your kids can't be beaten?" Travis interjected.

"No, I'm just saying that they have an unfair advantage," Malcolm teased back.

"That's it!" Trip began, "I demand a re-match!"

"Yell yeah!" Travis seconded the motion.

"But, the kids are already winded" Jon pointed out logically. After all, he lived with two particular Vulcans in the recent past.

"Fine. We'll play too." Travis stated. "Malcolm, it's you, Jack, Celeste and Martin against me and Tiff, Trip and Lizzie and Jon and K'Hen."

"Wait, the teams aren't even!" Celeste objected.

"Ok, I'll be on your team." Charlie volunteered, joining their huddle.

Unobserved in the doorway, three women and one child watched the display of childish behaviour unfold before them.

Commander Hoshi Reed stood with one shoulder propped against the open doorway, a smile of amusement on her lips as she watched her husband throw himself into the game with the same relish he displayed when planning a battle tactic... or a surprise for her birthday.

She was constantly amazed at the change that existed between Captain Reed and her husband Malcolm. On duty, he was completely professional (Well, duh. It is Malcolm we're talking about here), addressing her as Commander Reed. She in turn acted likewise, being the competent first officer that he needed. Off duty though, he was still the laughing, teasing, loving man he had been on their wedding day eleven years before.

Madeleine Tucker stood with her two year old daughter Elizabeth Tucker the Second propped on her hip. The sleeping child had her angelic looking head rested on her mother's shoulder; her face a picture of innocence that would have fooled anyone. But, when she was awake, her bright blue eyes were alive with mischief, and she was forever taking things apart.

She had inherited her father's love of machinery, and ability to take things apart, though she still couldn't quite figure out how to put them back together. When she had taken apart the toaster, Trip had been so proud, though Maddy was pretty mad. Her husband had just laughed, and reminded her that Lizzie was only two, and that she should give her a chance to learn how to put things back together again. Maddy had lost count of the times that she tripped over spare parts in their quarters after her daughter had been busy, but couldn't bring herself to scold her. She reminded her too much of her father. And Maddy could never stay mad at Trip for long. He just did his 'Puppy Dog Eyes' that melted Maddy's heart, and no matter what he did, she always forgave him.

Captain T'Pol Archer stood resting against the door, her trim figure distorted by the obvious swelling of her stomach. Through the marvels of modern medicine, she was pregnant again. Because of the pregnancy, she had accepted a teaching position at Starfleet Academy. She was in charge of the Science department.

This time, they were expecting a girl, to be named T'Mirr. T'Pol had finally convinced Jonathan that the story she had told him and Commander Tucker about her great-grandmother was true, not something she invented to amuse her friends. Jon, amazed at this, had immediately suggested T'Mirr as a name for their child as soon as Phlox told them that she was expecting a girl.

(A/N I know the math doesn't add up since Vulcans only go into Pon Farr every seven years, and Charlie is nine but I'm thinking that Phlox could induce Pon Farr to facilitate pregnancy if Jon and T'Pol wanted more children.)

The room's occupants had now split into two groups, and were huddled together, making battle plans. Every now and then, Trip or Malcolm would look over at the other group, an evil grin on their faces. The adults were more into the game that their children, coming up with extreme scenarios to beat the other team.

The three women watched all this in silence. Hoshi had volunteered to find Travis for Monica, because their five year old son Jonathan was looking for him. Maddy and T'Pol said they would come with her, as T'Pol needed a little exercise. The silent amusement at their husband's behaviour was only broken when Hoshi turned to the others.

"And we married them because...?"

Silence reigned for a long moment.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time." T'Pol observed.

As one, the three friends turned to go and tell Monica that her husband wouldn't be back for a few hours at the least.

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That's the end of it. What do you think?

I'm working on the sequel to Remember Me, so if I decide to do a follow up on this, it'll be a while.

Thank you to everyone who has reviewed. I really appreciate the comments, and hope you'll enjoy and review my future work.

Oh, and a huge thank you to G.Eliot, my beta. Thank you for all the help.

Thank you all.

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