AFTERMATH : THE JOURNEY BEGINS

          They froze, their eyes going wide when the two followed their husbands into the the Galactica's Meeting hall, where two large tables were set up side by side.  One table for the adults, one for the children.

          "SIRIUS!  REMUS!" they were moving, those that had already arrived...  Roark Sr., Thorin, Dacian and Severus, Gabriel, several of the brothers, and cousins turning just as the two moved.

          Reaching them, they threw themselves, Harry into Sirius', Roark into Remus' opening arms, feeling them wrap around them as they hugged them tightly.

          "We're so sorry we worried you," Remus said as he drew back from Roark, reaching out immediately for Harry as Sirius reached then for Roark.  "We DID try, but with communications so sporadic--"

          Harry drew back to punch him on the arm as Roark punched Remus.  "OUCH!" they both exclaimed, hands lifting to rub the spots.  "Boys!"

          "You deserved that!" Roark snapped out.

          "Damn straight!  Not a single, fucking word since that day in the Warehouse on Aquaria.  You didn't even come to our sealing ceremony--and don't tell us you weren't informed that we WERE getting sealed."

          "Papa said he sent you word, AND that he said you were to attend."

          Looks of regret.  Sirius stepped forward, a hand lifting, fingers brushing back strands of midnight hair from Roark's eyes.  "No, we got the message, but..." he shook his head.  "We were in the middle of something right them...something we couldn't get away from without raising suspicion."

          "We're here now, and here we intend to stay unless Roark needs us to do something."

          "Nothing that will require that kind of traveling.  You found him?"

          "Found who?" Roark demanded.

          "A couple of people, actually.  One, of course, was Evan Rosier.  HIM, we found on an Aquarian Freighter.  He managed to give us the slip again, but--"

          Roark turned his head, looking for the little girl his brother Alexei had taken in until they could either find her parents, which had proved useless.  Then they had begun to search for her uncle.

          Evan Rosier.  The now dead President Adar's youngest son.  Following his eyes, they say the girl, a head full of blond hair, now straight, falling down her back, the sides pulled up out of her face as held by a sparkling yellow bow that matched the dress she was wearing.

          "That is Tatiana," he told them softly.  "Found her in the Galactica's Life Center having a couple broken bones fixed.  She had gotten separated from her parents in the chaos at the Caprican Space Port after the attacks."

          "Rodolphus said something about it when we met with him.  Why wasn't she returned to her parents?"

          Harry frowned.  "The warrior who picked her up didn't use his head.  Took the orders given about the children found too literal."

          "He's been...spoken too about it," Roark growled, and hearing their chuckles, turned his head.

          "Is he still alive?"

          A smirk.  "Yes.  Though he now knows to not be quite so literal in his thinking.  She told him her parents were there, calling for her, she could hear them, bit instead of getting her back to them, he took her to the shuttle."

          "Her parents?"

          "Anthony and Ekaterina, or Tony and Katie Rosier.  We checked every Caprican freighter, or ship and found nothing.  We think they may have gotten left behind--"

          "You DO realize there were other ships in port than just Caprican, right?"  Remus asked, and when the two turned to look at him, he heaved a sigh.  "Hadrian.  Roark.  I swear...where were your heads?"

          "Obviously not connected to our brains, it seems."  Roark shook his head.  "I didn't even THINK of what other ships happened to be in Port that day."

          "Well, YOU at least had cause.  Those alpha blockers tend to do more than just shut your gifts down...ME?  I had no excuse."

          "Tell you what.  Tomorrow, we'll see if we can't find the Caprican Port Manifest, see what ships were in Port that day.  We'll help you look--"

          A sharp poke into his chest.  "You had better NOT be thinking of using that little girl to find Evan Rosier."

          Sirius rubbed the spot with a rueful grin as behind them the door slid open.  "Of course not, Roark.  We would never--"

          "Liar," he said.  "Hi Grandmother.  Grandfather," he moved to hug them both.  "Grandmother, you look beautiful," Roark said with a smile.

         Ila smiled as she reached out to draw her grandson into her arms.  She was dressed in a silky black dress with several small, multi colored flowers, black pumps on her feet.  Her gray hair had been pulled up and carefully arranged in an attractive; lose bun, several strands falling along the side of her face.

          "Why thank you, darling.  You are certainly looking much better then you were the last--" then she saw them...and her expression changed, darkened.

          "Um...Hello, Ila, it's  good to--"

          "SIRUS BLACK!  REMUS LUPIN!" she shouted furiously, stalking forward and with a suddenness that stunned even them, she grabbed both their ear lobes.  "YOU!  ME!  ANTE ROOM!  NOW!!!"