Authors note- ignore events of Meat Is Murder.

"She's had another stroke." Sandra said as she came in not her normal self.

"Come on. We're not getting anywhere right now with this case and we won't if you're not your self. I'll take you up to the hospital."

"I am perfectly capable of driving."

"I know you are but I don't want you driving like a mad woman and anyway I've known your mum since school, I worry about her too."

"Fine."

The journey to the hospital was pretty quite but Sandra was silently in a state. She couldn't accept the possibility that with in too long she may have lost both of her parents. Only recently had she found out the true circumstances surrounding her fathers death and that was like losing him all over again, now though her mum had had another stroke and each time she knew was the probability that it would be more serious than the last.

"Sandra, stop worrying. She'll be fine. She survived the last one and you know your mum, tough as old boots. I know you won't admit it but in that sense you're extremely alike." Jack told her as they pulled up outside the hospital.

"Sandra Pullman, I'm here to see my mum Grace Pullman." Sandra said as she got to reception.

"Yeah, follow this nurse, she'll explain your mothers condition on the way." The receptionist told her.

"Your mums stroke was relatively small, she can't move her right side properly just now and can just about form coherent sentences. She keeps calling your name Sandra and saying something about honesty." The young nurse told the pair as she opened the door to the room Grace was in.

"Sandra. You didn't have to come, I know you're busy at work."

"Of course I did Mum, you're more important."

"Jack..." Grace called as she spotted him in the corner.

"Yeah it's me, how you doing?"

"I'm fine. Why do people keep asking me that?!" He laughed. "Sandra I need to talk to Jack a minute, can you go and get me a cup of tea."

"Yeah sure mum." Sandra replied anxiously, she was curious as to why she wanted to speak to Jack but at the same time was determined not to go against her mother at a time like this.

"What is it Grace?"

"Do you remember that night?"

"Grace you're going to have to be a bit more specific."

"When we slept together?"

"Yes. Grace we promised never to mention it, God I'd forgotten."

"Yes but it's important."

"Right now all that's important is you getting better."

"No you don't get it, you're Sandra's father." Grace blurted out.

"You're confused. I can't be Sandra's father." Jack began to stammer. "No. I can't have kids. That's why me and Mary never had kids. My sperm count is too low. No there's no way Sandra's mine. She's Gordon's."

"See Jack she's not. She's the product of our one night stand. I needed you to know I case anything happens to me."

"She can't be mine."

"She is, as I said at the time something has to have happened to conceive a baby and it wasn't when I found out I was pregnant. I started sleeping with Gordon again so he'd never know the truth and he had no reason to doubt that Sandra wasn't his. Timings didn't matter baby's never arrive on their due date so I had a couple of weeks."

"So you let me carry on as normal and Gordon believe he was finally getting to be a dad?"

"You had Mary by then and remember we promised never to speak of that night and well Gordon was over the moon."

"Grace there was million to 1 chance I could have a baby. Are you sure there was no one else?"

"God Jack what do you think of me?! Of course there was no one else."

"I'm sorry, I need to go. Tell Sandra to ring me when she wants picking up."

"Wait Jack..."

"What?" Jack asked panicky.

"Do you want me to say something?"

"No. She's had her life turned upside down already and if I ever decide to let her know then it's on my terms. Don't say a word."