Chapter 1

Timeline Three

Australian Outback, just before reversal of Jack leaper/leapee

October 2009

The current inhabitants of the TARDIS were discussing the biological elements of the time ship - and complaining about there not being any coffee available to drink, thanks to Jack's taking the last cup the night before.

"If I'd known that was the last cup, I would have saved it 'til this morning," Jack defended himself. "How do you expect me to perform without my morning cuppa?"

"Don't blame me. I'm a tea person. I only had that coffee because you drank it." The Doctor paused. "Well, Sam likes it too."

"I like what?" asked the man in question as he walked in.

"Coffee... and you look like you want a cuppa as well, based on the way you are abusing your upper extremities," the Time Lord told the leaper.

"I fell asleep in that chair in the library and I had my neck twisted."

"Here," Margaret offered, going over to Sam and massaging his shoulders. "The Doctor and I were just discussing where his ship was built."

"Grown," the Time Lord corrected.

"Oh... right... grown," she said using her fingers for quotations before resuming her ministration on Sam's shoulders. She smiled. "He tried to get me to believe his ship actually thinks."

"It does," Sam said in agreement.

"She does," Jack confirmed with a grin.

"Yes, Jack's right. The ship's definitely a she." The leaper turned to the Doctor. "No coffee?"

"Jack drank the last cup yesterday," came Maggie's blunt response.

Jack was about to defend himself again when he suddenly felt a rush of energy simultaneously pulling him away and filling him. "I feel weir..." he started but didn't finish before his face relaxed totally and then reanimated. "What the hell?"

"You don't have to get testy about it. I can drink tea; I just would have preferred coffee," Sam said, a little annoyed, shrugging off Maggie's attention to his shoulders.

"What?" Jack demanded in confusion.

"What what?" Sam asked, equally confused with the sudden change in the other man.

The Doctor looked at the two men and, seeing the lost expression on the ex-Time Agent's features, questioned, "Are you all right, Jack?"

Jack opened his mouth but shut it almost immediately before appearing to think. "Okay, so I've leapt again because of the breach. Dammit. This was not the best time to have that happen. I hope he gets it right."

"'Leapt again? What do you mean 'leapt again?'" Sam questioned with a frown.

"It's confusing. Timey whimey big time. But I had displaced myself once and relived the last six months... at least to me but that's actually six months in the future to you now. I guess when I had Ziggy set the destruct sequence..."

"You what?!" the physicist exclaimed in shock. "You blew up Ziggy?!"

"Not yet. That should happen about six months from now... assuming I figure out my own plan. Ohh... this is giving me a headache," Jack complained rubbing his forehead.

"Ziggy's programmed to activate the emergency retrieval program should anything happen to the project. It's a safeguard I programmed into her in case the radium ring collapses. It's the only retrieval program that actually seems to work." He paced. "But why haven't I leapt back?"

"You did... but in the other timeline. Rose is now in the Amazon with the Doctor, Maggie and Glad."

"That's Margaret!" the Australian woman groused. "Why can't anyone get that right? And I think you're nutters. I've never been to the Amazon and have no interest in going there."

"You like being called Maggie in that timeline. At least, you get used to it," Glad commented as she walked into the room, catching the conversation instantly. "Good morning, everyone."

"Good morning," Sam said distractedly, not realizing the girl had said something she couldn't possibly have known. "Are you saying that you just came from another timeline? That's impossible."

"Not if you're a fixed point in time, apparently. Which I am. The best that I can reason is that because the leapee that I'd originally leapt into no longer exists, probably due to that timeline being erased from existence, the scan found the first 'Jack' it could find in the right approximate timeframe. Ergo, I'm now here and the Jack that you were apparently arguing with is back at the Project and about to take the Master straight to hell. Am I right, Doctor?" Not hearing an immediate response from the Time Lord, he frowned and turned to him, noting the odd expression on the Gallifreyan's face. Was that... pain? "Doctor?" he questioned with concern. The Gallifreyan's eyes were wide and moist, his breathing slowly degrading into hyperventilation. The best description that Jack could come up with was that the alien was terrified beyond reason and was desperately trying not to let that terror show.

"No..." the Doctor choked out. His expression morphed immediately, scrunching up as he curled into himself, dropping to the grated floor. "No... No! NO!" Then came an ungodly scream, drawing everyone's attention from mundane issues to the tortured soul wrapped into himself.

All reacted to the Doctor's outcry with great concern. In turn, they asked what was wrong but received no answer. Sam took on his physician's mantle while Jack looked on wanting to do something but knowing for the moment, everything that could be done was being done. He didn't like the wait.

Glad moved closer to the Doctor but Margaret told her to give Sam some time. All waited to learn what was happening to their friend.

Reality was hyper-tangible for the Gallifreyan: all that is, all that was, all that could be. He could feel absolutely everything. Multiple timelines were overlapping each other, flooding the Doctor's mind. Even for a Time Lord, it was an overload. One timeline had all of them as the Master's slaves, another had them all dead, another Rose lived, another she died, another Jack suffered at the Master's hands, another he leaped into himself, another Glad was killed before he could save her, another she was killed before she could save him... Quantum Leap was saved, Quantum Leap fell... Alistair died and the Doctor comforted Doris... They saved Alistair and the Doctor suddenly remembered popping by for a visit to find his friends had gone... It was very much like trying to sort out spaghetti noodles from fettuccini from angel hair - all of them over-cooked creating one giant mish-mosh of time intertwined with each other almost to the point of being unrecognizable. Still, even with the overload running through his mind, there was something in the background, like a haze of noise. He could hear voices and words but didn't know who was speaking or what the words meant. Something soft but professional was touching him here and there as well, but he didn't know what it was, only that it wanted to help.

"What's wrong with him?" a female voice demanded.

"I don't know. Time Lord physiology isn't my specialty and I'm trying to apply what little I've read," came another voice. He wasn't sure if it were male or female, only that it was closest.

"Well, I know some but I've never seen anything like this." That voice was definitely male.

"Do you have the elixir you created from those blansmartken leaves you told me about?" another female voice asked.

"Blansmartken leaves? What are those?" the male voice asked.

"I read about them in the Gallifreyan pharmacopeia from the Doctor's library. He has one of those trees in his garden. According to the book..."

The male voice interrupted. "Wait a minute. You can read Gallifreyan? How?"

"That's not important. What is important is that I have something to knock him out. The Gallifreyans used the leaves in a tea to help insomnia. I was thinking it might help with dealing with the Master," the mixed voice explained.

"You want to serve the Master tea?"

"No. I've been working on an elixir made from these leaves, hoping to find a way to render the Master unconscious quickly. This is a more concentrated form of the tea Gallifreyans brewed. It might help the Doctor now."

"Then get it and give it to him!"

"I haven't tested it yet."

"Please, he needs peace." Again, it was that second female voice. "You're a physician and you have to help him. Just give him the elixir."

There was a pause and he felt himself being examined again. "At this point, I think it's our only option. Glad, you and Jack stay with him. Dr. Hawthorne, I need your help."

Something strong and comforting enveloped him at that point, brushing his hair for a moment. "Come on, Doctor. Just hang on. Help's coming." It was that male voice again.

It felt like eternity and minutes at the same time but there was after a small wait a return of the soft hands of the mixed voiced person. "Drink this, Doctor. It should help."

"I don't think he understands us, Sam," came a male voice in response. "Give it to me." The hands changed again and something warm and hard was pressed against his lips. "Swallow." It was definitely an order.

At first, the single word didn't make any sense whatsoever. However, the feel of something warm and wet in his mouth caused him to react instinctively, just obeying the order given him. The warm wetness just kept coming for a short while and then the warm hard object was gone from his lips and he was once again cocooned in strength. "Hurts," he whimpered, his voice strained. Though he wasn't sure what the word meant, he knew it described the feeling that was his current reality.

"I know," the male voice said, with pure empathy. A few moments later, the sounds of voices faded away and blackness filled his consciousness.

"The TARDIS says he's asleep," Sam stated as the Doctor's body relaxed in Jack's arms.

"Yeah, well, thank the gods for that," Jack said, again brushing away a lock of the Gallifreyan's hair. "What the hell was that about? I've never seen him act like that before. We'd better take him to the infirmary, examine him."

"I think he'll be more comfortable in his room," the leaper disagreed. "I don't think we'll find anything new in the infirmary."

"Something strange just happened, something none of us have an explanation for. And if some alien force is trying to take over the Doctor, we've got to be prepared and do whatever we have to do to free him from it. But we can't be sure what happened until we examine him."

Sam shook his head again. "The TARDIS has already run a scan. There's nothing physically wrong. This is mental and for that the comfort of his room will be more conducive to healing that awakening in the infirmary."

"It wouldn't be the first time the TARDIS has run across something she'd never encountered before," Jack contradicted.

"But she's right," Glad put in. "And so is Sam. He needs peace, not to be prodded."

The immortal man considered the words said and then nodded in concession. "All right. To his bedroom. But I'm having the TARDIS watch him. I'd rather know for sure that he's safe from harm." Gently laying him on the floor, he stood before lifting him once again, this time cradling him protectively as he walked out of the room. The TARDIS, wanting to help, assured that the next room Jack came to would be his destination.

Walking to the large bed in the middle of the room, he carefully laid the Doctor on it before gently removing his trainers, jacket and tie, ensuring that the alien was as comfortable as possible before covering him. Finding a nearby chair, he took a seat and started his vigil over his friend. He knew that he must have sounded single-minded and stubborn back in the console room but the Time Lord's collapse had terrified him. It was his coping mechanism to try to take charge of the situation, find the reason, and help in whatever way he could to resolve the problem. And he'd seen his fair share of body-inhabiting aliens to be on his guard. If the Doctor was possessed by such an entity, he'd willingly surrender himself as a suitable replacement for the Gallifreyan.

Sam had followed behind the two after assuring Glad and Margaret that everything that could be done would be. He looked into the room. "Jack?"

The head of Torchwood turned his head towards Sam. "Yes, what is it?"

"I know you'd like to stay with him. I'd like to as well. Make sure he's safe but we have other concerns right now as well."

"The Doctor is my only concern right now," Jack told him bluntly. "It's more than just wanting to be with him. If there is something wrong, I want to be here to help."

"The Doctor would expect us to continue on. From what he's told me of the Master and the dreams, we're going to have to develop a plan of attack. With or without the Doctor. We need you in those discussions."

A moment later, Jack slowly stood up. Going over to the sleeping Time Lord, he assured himself that he was indeed in no immediate danger before turning to the leaper. "I hate to say it but... you're right. No matter what happens to the Doctor, we have to continue. But, if Ziggy were to give percentages, our chances of success have just dropped below acceptable levels." He gave a wry grin. "That's never stopped me before, though."

"Nor me. I realize now that we're more like David as in David and Goliath, but that doesn't mean we should count ourselves out. David didn't."

Jack laughed. "Al was right."

"What do you mean?"

"You do talk too much. I can see why you and the Doctor get along," the immortal man told him before exiting the room, Sam following.

DWQLTWDWQLTW

The room was strikingly familiar, one he hadn't even tried to remember in a very long time. Red curtains hedged the open window, allowing a hint of the dark maroon night sky to be seen. Two moons shone weakly in the distance, coaxing him out of his bed and towards the window. Quickly glancing at the closed door on the other side of the room, he slipped out of the bed and crept up to gaze out at the darkened plains miles below. Sitting on the edge of the windowsill, he looked up into the sky and sighed. So many worlds in the universe and he was determined to visit every single one of them. After he graduated from the Academy, of course. His father and mother were still discussing that issue in detail. His father naturally wanted him to go, just like all the other Gallifreyan children. His mother, on the other hand, feared that his classmates would reject him because he wasn't completely Gallifreyan. He was close enough, though. Two hearts, respiratory bypass system... The only thing that was different was that he seemed to get ill faster than other children and he had human eyes.

He didn't even notice the soft sound of the bedroom door opening. He did, however, see the dainty hand putting a cup of hot liquid in front of him. "But I'm not tired," he protested. "Can't I stay up a little longer? Please, mamis?"

The human female just smiled at his protestations, kissing his forehead. "Drink up, little heart," she instructed. "You need your sleep."

Sighing loudly, he took up the cup carefully. "Yes, mamis," he replied, sipping at the nightcap. He had to admit she always did make the best night tea.

She smiled again, deep love reflecting in her eyes.

The Time Lord realized that he was dreaming, an almost memory playing through his mind. He was surprised to find a hint of sadness in his mother's eyes that he hadn't understood as a child. But he understood it all too well now. He returned the sad loving smile. "I'll go back to bed right after I'm finished with this. I promise."

She gently petted his hair back, kissing his forehead again before leaving the room.

The Doctor mentally watched himself pull his legs up against his chest, using his knees to support the hands holding the blansmartken raspberry tea. His father always thought it was disgusting, mixing the sour sleeping tea with a sweet, rare, dessert tea. But the Doctor had always loved it. He sighed again, this time with contentment as he watched the night sky, remembering and reliving one of the few memories he had of his mother. He didn't even flinch when he felt an odd presence in the room with him. Suddenly, his dream changed perspective. Although he was apparently still in the bedroom, he was no longer the child who needed to be coaxed to bed on a regular basis. Instead, he saw himself as his current incarnation. "You're in my bedroom and you really don't belong here," he stated matter-of-factly.

The woman standing before him glanced around. "Gallifrey..." she whispered with a sad and longing voice. "It's been so long."

"Yes, it has," he agreed. He brought the tea up to his nose and smelled it hungrily, letting the aroma tease his senses. "Funny how you remember the little things, isn't it?"

"Yes. It is." She watched him drinking his tea. "You're a hard man to get into a deep sleep, you know that?" she chastised him.

"Well... why sleep when there's a universe to explore, eh?" he commented with a grin.

"Sometimes the part of the universe you need to explore isn't out there," she said, pointing out the window, "but inside ourselves. Didn't Berega tell you that you needed to embrace the dreamtime?"

"What?" he questioned with a frown, turning towards the woman who had abruptly appeared in his dream. "How do you know Berega? You shouldn't know Berega. Well... you could know Berega since you're in my dream. But..." He blinked for a moment. "Who are you?"

"My name is Merlyna." She smiled. "You remind me of my grandson when you're trying to figure something out."

The Doctor slowly put the cup of tea down on the windowsill before standing. "You're Merlin's grandmother. How would I know that? I've never seen you. I've never even heard your name before so how could I possibly dream of you? I must be creating you out of latent memories from deep in my subconscious from people I've encountered in the past, a construct of..."

"Stop trying to figure this out. I am with you now, the only way I can be. In your dream, but I'm not a construct from inside you. I am exactly who and what I was when I existed on Earth, a Time Lord."

"But... that's impossible! You can't be here. How can you be in my dream, especially since you're... well... dead?"

"Well, I wasn't inside time when you did what was necessary." She looked at him with such sympathy. "You had to be so strong to do it. Your father was right. Going to the Academy was your destiny."

"Then you know about Gallifrey's destruction." He took a deep breath, his eyes haunted by the memory. "I didn't have a choice."

"No. You didn't, Dafydd." She put her hand out and placed it on his shoulder. "If you hadn't, time would have ceased. For every creature, not just for Gallifrey."

The Doctor pulled away from her touch, a stunned look on his face. "Where did you hear that name?" he demanded, noting that she had pronounced it with a proper Welsh accent, making it sound like 'Davith.' "No one knows that name. No one."

"No one inside time," she explained.

"No one. Period," the Doctor corrected adamantly. "That name stayed between me and my mother. Not even my father knew it."

"Those of us who exist outside of time see and hear many things that no one else knows."

"Apparently." He frowned as he thought about her words. "What does that mean, exactly, exist out of time? Nothing exists out of time."

She smiled. "I used to believe that as well. Where do you think time came from?"

"Time didn't come from anything. It just... is."

"Not exactly." At his look of disbelief, she continued. "It was put in motion by beings outside time."

The Doctor sighed. "You know, I've had this conversation before."

"Yes. I know. But that one is a trickster."

"So, I noticed. He kept insisting that he existed before time, which of course is completely impossible."

"No. That part he was being truthful about."

The Time Lord rolled his eyes with a groan. "Oh, here we go again," he muttered. "It's impossible. There's no such thing as before time or beyond time or outside of time... It just can't..." He paused, confusion playing on his face. "How did you get into my dream?"

She shook her head. "That's why you have to be careful with what he says. There's just enough truth that it's easy to believe they are lies." She paused once more. "And just enough lies told in a way so you believe they're truth."

"Great. Riddles." The Gallifreyan sat on the bed. "Now, I like a good riddle, same as the other guy but... You still haven't answered my question. How did you get into my dream, if you are actually really here and not just a figment of my rather overactive but still very brilliant imagination?"

The sour look she gave him for his pride was softened by her love for him as a person. "I am here. I've been trying to speak to you for weeks. However, since I can only contact you in your dreams..."

He scratched his right sideburn. "Yeah. Been a bit busy. Very little time for sleep. Well, I did get some sleep which brings up the question as to why you didn't show up when I was asleep."

"Your mind wasn't ready to accept I was here," she answered. "You needed to be fully relaxed."

"You call this fully relaxed? Last I remember, I was being bombarded with Time and then..." He turned his head towards the windowsill and the tea sitting there. He growled slightly, his eyes narrowing. "Oh…. That's just great. They drugged me with blansmartken tea leaves. Must have used triple the normal dose to get me this unconscious. I doubt I'll wake up for several hours."

"They're your friends, Doctor... and they all worry about you, as good friends do. The human physician does not understand Gallifreyan dosing as much as he tries. Besides, in the other timeline when he had time to figure it out slowly, you developed a tolerance and your mind was too strong. You were aware of your surrounding even when you were sleeping. I couldn't get in. He gave you what he considered a conservative dose this time but overshot the dose significantly because he had concentrated the active ingredients in the leaves. He didn't mean to do this to you but it did allow me to contact you this time."

His hand shifted to his face, where he used an index finger to tease the inside corner of his eye. "Yeah. Well... humans. What can you do? I suppose an infinite number of constantly shifting timelines in the mind of a Time Lord causing a complete neurological and mental collapse would be cause for concern," he conceded. "In which case, it is much preferable to be unconscious and unaware of Time than to be awake." He exhaled loudly. "So... assuming that you really are here and that you've been trying to contact me, the question comes... why?"

"The Eye."

He stiffened at her words. "What eye?"

"The Black Eye." She continued to look at him to see if he understood.

"The Master has it," he stated, more for the record than to inform her of the fact.

"Yes. And that's a problem for so many reasons."

"Well, the Master possessing anything with that much power is a problem anyway," the Doctor agreed. "But I think you are talking about something in particular."

"I am." She nodded to a chair. "Do you mind if I sit down?"

The Doctor didn't answer verbally, just gestured towards the chair in question.

She sat gracefully. "My papisjarno was Omega."

The Doctor looked at her with disbelief. "Omega. One of the founders of Time Lord society. The Time Lord responsible for giving us the Eye of Harmony."

"Yes. And the Black Eye as well," she said simply.

"I suspected the latter," he admitted. "Only one person in all of creation was ever able to create a stable condensed black hole."

"And that's exactly the trouble. The Eye of Harmony is no more. Or at least most of it is gone. Galadriel has the piece I took long ago."

"You took a piece of the Eye? How'd you do that? Blimey, that's brilliant! No, seriously! Anyone who can actually steal a piece of the Eye of Harmony... without affecting its stability or getting caught..."

She looked down. "I was caught... sort of."

"How can you be sort of caught? That's like saying the Eiffel Tower is sort of in Paris."

"I thought I'd gotten away, but they figured out what happened and hunted me. That's why I went to Earth and lived as a human." A memory of time spent with Merlin crossed her mind and her eyes lit up. "Well, mostly as a human. There were times I did travel but never far from my adopted home."

"Could have been worse," he countered her words with a smile. "You could have been deliberately exiled there, unable to leave in your TARDIS, for four years."

She gave him a grin. "Yes. The Time Lord court was not always as far seeing as one would expect of beings with such a long time sense." She bit the inside of her lip. "But they almost did catch up with me. That's when I was given the choice of leaving time forever. There were many sacrifices including the fact that I could never come back except at special times in dreams."

"Forever exiled from reality," he realized. "I'm not sure that would have been a choice I would have picked." He paused. "You won't ever die, will you."

"No. But I'll never really live again, either... at least not live as you understand the term." She paused. "It was worth it, though, to be able to help you now."

"Glad's pendant. Berega said it was a weapon. From you."

"Before I left this world, I made it and left it with Merlin. I knew you would find her."

"And how did you know that?"

"You were drawn to her DNA."

"You mean the sudden detour on the way back to ancient Egypt. How could I have been drawn to Galadriel's DNA?"

"Did you never look at Rhiannon Smout's geneology?"

He blinked at her words. "My mother? Well... I know she was from Wales, which is probably why I've been attracted to the United Kingdom more than any other country on the planet Earth. Her name means 'little queen.' She insisted that I learn Welsh. She never really talked about her ancestry that much. Never was that much concerned about it either."

"Well, I was. Followed Glad's grandfather's line up through the ages. I must say, it was a surprise when I found you."

"What?" the Doctor exclaimed, his expression completely stunned.

"I don't think I need to repeat that. You understand what I mean full well. Glad is your mamisrejarno."

He shook his head in denial. "No. Not possible."

"And why not?"

"Because..." he started, looking more flustered as he spoke. "If... if Glad is my mamisrejarno... then that means that... that... Boyne... is also my mamisrejarno. And well, that just isn't possible in the slightest."

"From your reaction, I don't think you'll be thrilled to learn that Boyne is actually in your direct line. However, every family has an odd one, dear. We may not be proud of them, but they are part of us."

He physically slumped at her words. "Oh, bloody hell. One of my distant ancestors is a cross-dresser. And a thief. And a right ol' bastard!"

She smiled at his reaction. "Yup."

He gave her a glare. "You might not enjoy this so much, you know. How would you like it if you met your ancestor and had to blackmail him?"

"Well," she said with a sigh. "As I told you, my ancestor was Omega and while he did create the Eye of Harmony, the use of it threw him into a negative universe. To get out, he created the Black Eye. Now that may lead to a revival of the Time Lords but in the image of the Master. If he succeeds, he will make himself the new Rassilon. I think I'd rather have the cross-dresser and right ol' bastard."

"You're saying the Black Eye can make Time Lords."

"Yes."

"What do you mean, in the image of the Master?"

"I mean that the Master was reborn from the Eye of Harmony. He thus understands viscerally the power of the Black Eye and he'll use it to recreate the Time Lords with himself as their god."

"How do you know all this?" He paused. "You actually were witness to this," he realized. "You traveled into the future with your grandson and saw what was going to happen and you made Glad's pendant specifically to prevent the Master's rise. That's deliberately changing history. That violates the First Law of Time on a massive scale."

"And something that those outside of time have done. You've done so yourself when presented with the opportunity."

"Not deliberately. Not on a massive scale like this. Changing history on this level will tear the universe apart!"

"Not when you're putting right what was never meant to go wrong."

"You sound like Sam Beckett," he told her with a hint of a huff.

"Yes," she agreed. "What you don't see is that the Master should never have entered the world this way. History was never supposed to be as it is currently."

"If that is so, what caused history to change from the set path?" the Doctor questioned. "There had to be an external influence."

"Sam has what he calls his God, Fate, Time, or Whoever. Lothos also has those that watch over him. It was that influence that allowed Lothos to find the Master and bring him back into your world."

"So, you're saying the Devil had a hand in this."

"I'm saying that what would be termed as evil has made its play for this creation once again."

"The Black Guardian," the Doctor whispered mostly to himself. "The Overseer of evil, chaos, and entropy." Seeing the approving look on Merlyna's face, he told her, "I've encountered him twice before but usually not so... indirectly."

"He is devious."

"Yes, he is that. Even used one of my own companions against me." He took a slow breath. "This alters things completely. We have to stop him."

"That's the spirit," the woman said happily. Her face turned grave again. "But you will have to face your own internal demons to do so."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning you must now focus on the three fronts only and not consider the other possibilities. Time is in full flux. And..." She paused. "There may be fallout that will test your very soul."

He turned his head. "Another riddle," he grumbled. "What is it with you and riddles? And what was that whole hallucination in your Zero Room?" he questioned. Turning his head, he noted that he was alone in the bedroom once again.

Shaking his head, he stood from the windowsill, picking up the tea as he did so. Tasting it, he noted that it was still hot and smiled at the memories of his mother that it invoked. The flavor also brought forth other less pleasant memories, memories of events that, at the time, were far too overwhelming to him. He could remember the timelines ripping through his mind, drowning him. He could feel Jack holding him - he now was certain that it was Jack - trying to comfort him in his pain.

"Focus on the three fronts," he repeated Merlyna's words. Putting the tea back down on the windowsill, he walked over to the bed and laid down, closing his eyes before delving into his mind, now knowing what he needed to do.

Translations:

mamis – Mother

papisjarno – direct ancestor on the father's side

mamisrejarno – indirect ancestor on the mother's side