Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters; never have, never will do. Feel free to sue if you wish, although I have nothing worth taking except a tin of rice pudding... but you must supply your own can opener.

A/N – Ok so this is set 5 years after Kerry and Kim went their separate ways. Everything has pretty much followed the series onwards but the only spoilers here are around Kerry/Kim/Sandy storyline. Kerry is now in the Congo with Doctors without Borders and we shall go from there...

Sunday

Kerry lifted her head up to the sun, taking a long sip out of her bottle of water. Feeling the gentle rays warming her face as she enjoyed the cool water running down her throat. She didn't often get a break to just enjoy the surroundings so she soaked up as much as she could when she could. Slowly lowering the bottle, Kerry squinted into the distance, watching children playing chase with one another. Resettling herself onto her crutch, she relieved the pressure off of her aching hip as she did so. Often she would join in their less active games when she had the time, which seemed to be a luxury lately.

Soft footsteps moved up behind her but before she had the chance to turn around, she heard a voice. "It's just me Dr Weaver," the soft French voice spoke. The woman stepped up beside her, nodding her head slightly in greeting. "I brought you this out, you're starting to burn." She offered Kerry a baseball cap, which she took gratefully.

"Thank you, but you can call me Kerry... Gillian isn't it?" Kerry replied as she manoeuvred her way around the crutch hanging on her arm to put the cap on, pulling her short ponytail out of the way.

"Yes," Gillian replied, her eyes moving to the group of children. "They're certainly looking a lot better."

Kerry followed the French woman's gaze to the group again. It was amazing how fast they had come off of their IV drips. Others were not so lucky. Days like today, seeing the kids running around was tantamount to a miracle out there and Kerry smiled, knowing she had been partially to help.

As if reading Kerry's thoughts, Gillian offered, "Amazing to see what a difference we can make out here. Are you enjoying it?"

Thinking for a moment, Kerry replied, "Most days. When I see things like these kids playing when only days ago it was debatable if they'd ever wake up, I enjoy it. Reminds me of my son back home too," Kerry smiled at the thought of how Henry had been growing and how he wasn't too dissimilar the boys playing in front of her. "But then I suppose you see the bad days, families broken apart by disease and fighting... children..." she paused momentarily, collecting her thoughts, "and then I also think of my son."

Nodding beside her Gillian asked, "Is this Henry who I have heard so much about from Luka?"

"Yes," Kerry laughed to herself, swatting aimlessly at flies around her. "They get on well."

Silence fell over them both as they continued to watch the boys, each one's thoughts elsewhere for the time being. In the distance, a truck engine roared and a horn tooted into their silence. Both looked up at the approaching vehicle, taking a small step back as it pulled up in front of them.

"Ah, my ride," Gillian explained, moving quickly to the side of the clinic tent, picking up a large rucksack and slinging it over her slim shoulders.

"Another supply run?" Kerry asked, adjusting her stethoscope absently around her neck.

"Yes, we need more oxygen so I need to head out, should be back tomorrow morning I would expect, easier to travel under darkness," she added, climbing into the back of the truck and lowering her rucksack to her feet. "Plus we have a new doctor arriving tomorrow so we'll need to grab them also."

Kerry took another step back as the truck began to slowly pull forward, turning back on itself. "Well good luck."

"Thank you," Gillian called out over the engine revving as it began to pull away. "You too." With that she threw a short wave over her shoulder as the truck disappeared around the other side of the clinic.

Standing alone now, Kerry took one last sip of her water before making her way towards the group of children. She hated to be the spoil sport but they did need their daily check up.

...

Leaning back into her thin pillow, Kerry sighed as she closed her eyes, letting the day's events wash away from her. She pulled the mosquito net tighter around her bedding area before picking up her son's photograph that she kept hidden beneath her pillow. Holding it close to her face, she studied Henry's features, realising just how much he was beginning to resemble her, or the donor we picked, she corrected herself. Sighing, she kissed the picture briefly, closing her eyes and thinking about holding Henry close to her. She felt a small tear prick her eye, like most nights, but she quickly pushed it away, reminding herself that Henry was probably having the best time with his grandparents whilst she was away 'saving the day!' as Henry liked to call it.

"Mija," she mumbled softly, a word she had heard many times from Sandy to herself and Henry and she smiled gently. Laying the picture gently on her chest, firmly clasped in her hands, she began to drift off, thoughts of herself, Henry and Sandy filling her mind as the fell into an uneventful sleep.

A/N – Felt like a reunion piece with a bit of a twist. Please R&R and any good or bad things feel free to point out! More shortly...