The blond Russian stared in amazement at the little bundles he held in his arms. They were beautiful and so small. Illya couldn't resist touching the fingers and feet of the babies as he stared at his own large hands.

"Well, they always said great things come in small packages?"

Illya looked up to face his partner still overwhelmed by the all too new role as lover and father of his two children. So what did that make him? Illya was still confused over all that had happened. He wasn't sure if he ever would straighten it all out in his head.

"For once I agree with you." He replied with a cool small smile.

"You do realized we have quite a problem?"

Illya looked down and stared at the babies and nodded.

"Yes what shall we name them?"

"No, Illya we have to figure out if we should keep them or give them up to adoption..." Seeing Illya's angry look he shook his head. "Or we as in both of us not one...both will have to leave UNCLE if we have any hopes of keeping them out of danger."

"Ridiculous Napasha, the world we live in is a dangerous place whether by THRUSH or someone else. They will not live in a safe world....but we can try to make it a safer place."

Napoleon bowed his head. "Illya you know what I mean. We can't go around saving the world and leave the kids with some stranger...what would happen if one or both of us never came back? What would happen to them then?"

"What if? What if? Listen to yourself. Always the positive smug conceited seat of your pants Good luck charm Napoleon Solo! Are you starting to become a pessismist?"

"Fatherhood does that to a person."

"Well let me tell you something Mr. Solo, I had no intention of having children, I did not want nor did I ask to be a parent. But now that I have them I will not give them up and neither will I give up my career. There are plenty of parents out working a full time job and still managing to raise children."

'But this is different, and you forget they are also....alien Illya?"

"They? You just called your two daughters They?"

Turning away, Napoleon wiped his face with his hand. "I'm sorry, God Illya I love them. You just look at them and you can't help it. But damn it. This situation is not covered in the UNCLE Manual. I don't know how to handle this."

Getting to his feet, Illya confronted his friend and handed him the two bundles. Napoleon nearly dropped them as he tried to make the two creatures comfortable in the lap of his arm. The two babies opened there eyes for a moment and made a soft cooing sound before drifting back to sleep.

"Somehow, some way we will handle it, like we have handled everything else. We will do our best to keep them safe, and we will do our best for each other...that is...if you still want..."

Napoleon looked up and stared into the vacant and longing blue eyes of his partner and could see the troubled soul within. This was his moment. He could right now say that he wanted no part of this. Illya would not hold it against him. He could keep his job and the possible future of one day being the head of Section one, number one. To take Waverly's place. He would have money and power.

But there would be no Illya, no children. He would be truly alone. Napoleon Solo for the first time realized just how much he loved his partner and his offspring. That he never wanted to be alone again and most of all he wanted to stay with Illya.

"You're right. We will make this work. Somehow."

Illya placed his hand gently on Napoleon's shoulder. "Together. We'll take it one step at a time."

"I missed you Illya. I was so worried...out of my mind worried about you while we were on that ship. I thought I really thought I would never see you again."

Moving in closer Illya glanced around at the empty bunkroom they were in and slipped in a deep kiss on his partners lips. When they broke they saw two little babies eyes were open staring up at them with what looked like smiles on there faces. As if they could feel the pain and trouble their parents were having and now knew they had worked it out.

The eyes then closed and they drifted back to sleep.

"So, what are we going to name them?" Asked Napoleon.

Illya grinned. "I haven't a clue...but?" Illya turned and grabbed a small book on the side of the bed.

"I got this out of a library and I think we should start looking."

As they sat down on the bunkbed, Napoleon and Illya began to look over the names.

"Illya...."

"Yes?"

"I just want you to know...I...Well I mean...well..."

Smiling, Illya nodded. "I know. How does Ingrid sound to you?"

Napoleon's face came up looking at his lover with a horrified expression on his face.

"Agatha?" Illya continued with dripping sarcasim.

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"Scholar, let me get this straight. You did all of this because your race is dying and you were hoping that breeding with our people that you could maintain your species?"

"Yes, however through our experiments we found that this planet is unable to nurture more then one master race. Earth will only create the human specieis. The genes are stronger and as you would call it Mother nature will not alter its creation."

"I see and after the pain you have put both my agents through you hope to just hand us some special technology and that will make amends. You changed their entire body chemisty and practically raped them to perform this experiment. If you had come to us openly and had asked we could have arranged a mutual and volunteered a group that would have sufficed." Waverly shot her one of his most intimidating stares.

Scholar only shrugged.

"The two agents, your agents. You do realize that they are very imporant. Special?" Waverly didn't respond so she continued.

"When we came to this planet, we knew quite well that at this time in your history your race is primitive in its thinking. Still dealing with violence and destruction. Power hungry. To have our race continue we needed to find two humans that were beyond this ratio. That is why we teamed supposedly with THRUSH because we knew they would lead us to two possible subjects. I will not what is the word, aplogize, for what we did to your agents. We did what we felt was necessary. However you need not concern yourself. Your agents are returned unharmed, and after the experiment we returned their bodies back to their orginal forms."

Waverly almost breathed a sigh of relief, at least that meant that Kuryakin and Solo wouldn't have to worry about having sex and bringing more children into the fold. Or would they be worried? He was no longer sure what his agents felt at the moment and he would have to take time to speak to them and figure out what it is that they wish to do now that they are unexpected parents of two girls.

"Thank you."

"And if you wish, we could have the two hybrids destroyed and that would eliminate any further problems..."

Waverly coughed and shook his head vigorously. Solo and Kuryakin would have his head and anyone elses who would try to steal the children away or do any harm to them. They may not have wanted to be parents but now that they are, the parternal instinct had kicked in.

"We also knowing that our race is dying and that we most likely will not succeed in finding a way to continue its existence we wish to at least have something about us survive."

She turned and produced a large square black block. The block seemed to shimmer lightly and then returned to looking quite ordinary. "By my superiors a gift. But this gift comes with it a great responsibility. As of now You know that your governments and people are not quite ready to handle this much...technology and power? But in the future, you will. Perhaps by your agent's offspring. The cube will work only for them. It is tied to them genetically. On their sixteenth birthday make certain that they receive this. They will know what to do with it and without a doubt will be able to use it for great good." Scholar rose and turned to leave.

"I must return to my ship. We will be leaving your planet in 24 hours. We will not return. Good bye Alexander Waverly and give my highest regards to your two agents. Both very special men. Pity, that you do not have more men like them. Perhaps your world would finally have peace."

Waverly stared at the door after the alien had left and after a deep sigh, he took out his pipe stuffed it with some of his rolled tobacco and with a lighter started to take several long puffs of it.

Then he pushed a button.

"Yes, Mr. Waverly?"

"Have Mr. Solo, Kuryakin, Slate and Miss Dancer come to the conference room at once."

"Yes sir."

Shutting off the intercom, Waverly leaned back against his chair and stared at the black box still sitting on the table. It looked innocent, small, perhaps even a toy. But Waverly knew differently. Time would tell what it contained and what it would do to alter human history. The question was would it be used for good, or evil? In the human races hands...the possibilities left little to the imagination. He would have to ensure its secrecy. Somehow.