Earth Bound

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The engines roared and smoke trailed behind them as the ship rose into the air. Reagan looked out the window, keeping an eye out for Grainger.

"Luka, hurry! Grainger's ship is here." Reagan shouted.

"Where?" Luka asked.

"Right there." Reagan answered pointing to a small pod like ship beneath them.

"What would he be doing here?" Luka began

"I'm not sure but I'm willing to bet that he was here to find us."

"Or Sofia."

"Well she is dead so there isn't much he can do." Reagan concluded. Just then, one of the twins started crying.

"Uhhh, which one is Ben and which one is Arsen?" Reagan pondered looking at the babies. Her eyes switched back and forth between the twins. They were identical, like clones.

"I don't know! Which one has the lighter hair?" Luka responded.

"The one crying." Reagan stated.

"That one is Arsen. His hair is a few shades lighter than the other... uh Ben's..... hair. That is how we will tell them apart." Luka announced. Reagan tended to Arsen's needs. She stood up and rocked both babies while she paced around the ship. She made dozen's of laps and both of the babies fell asleep.

"What should I do with them?" Reagan asked.

"I think there is a small crate in the back of the kitchen. Grab some blankets from the linen closet and lay them in the bottom to make it a little more comfortable. We will have to be careful though." Luka directed.

Reagan crept down the stairs and into the kitchen without making any noise. The slightest sound could wake the twins and it was already going to be a long ride to Earth. She looked around the colorless kitchen and found the white crate at the back against the wall. She pushed it across the floor with her foot until it almost fell down the stairs. Reagan continued down the stairs, avoiding the crate and down to the first floor where the bathroom and storage was. Right outside the bathroom, a small door was hidden in the wall. Reagan picked her foot up to turn the door handle. It jiggled and Ben yawned. Regan grinded her teeth. Had she just woken the baby? Ben continued to sleep after briefly flailing his tiny arm. Reagan let out her breath and continued to open the door. She kicked the door open the rest of the way and grabbed two black blankets with her teeth. The weight of the blankets weighted down her head a little bit but she had no other choice. She had Ben in her left arm and Arsen in her right arm. Both of her hands were taken so it was feet to the rescue. She continued up the stairs carefully until she reached the landing that led off to the kitchen and the living room on the right side. She turned off the stairs and almost tripped over the crate. She fell forward, dropping the blankets as she bent at the waist trying to balance herself. The crate skid across the wooden floor when her foot collided against it's solid frame. Reagan sighed with relief. She hadn't woke the twins or broke anything or hurt herself. She picked up the blanket in one of her hands, being careful not to drop Ben. She laid the blanket softly into the crate and the gently set Arsen in the crate. With her free hand, she fixed the blanket to better fit crate and then placed the second blanket on top of the first. She set Ben on the side she had fixed and picked up Arsen as she fixed the part of the blanket he was on. She pulled some of the second blanket over the first to layer it and then proceeded to lay Arsen back down. Pleased with her piece, she bent down and picked up the crate and carried it up the stairs to the third floor. She turned out, passing by Luka in the cockpit, and continued down the hall until she got to the bedroom. She kicked open the door softly and placed the crate down beside the bed. Reagan smiled and turned to leave the room. She closed the door quietly behind herself and met Luka.

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