The world returning to normal, the humans were replaced, the androids seemed to disappear. Over the weeks, turned into months, their life has begun to return to normal as well.
"Would you look at her." It wasn't a question. Lavinia allowed the infant to hold onto her finger, the nail painted a shade of frosted pink, "You are certainly a Smith...aren't you..."
Sarah Jane sits up in bed, awoken from her slumber by her constant memories of a life she didn't live. She reaches over, unscrewing the cap to her bottled water before taking a sip. Nearly three in the morning. Suddenly the familiar sound of the blue box fills her ears. Not in the same room as her, but someplace close. She quickly rises from the bed, wrapping her white housecoat around her slim body before hunting around the house and through the windows for the source of the sound. Finally, sonic lipstick in hand, she jogs up the stairs to her attic.
"Vital signs weak, but stable."
The woman picks her head up when she enters, noticing quickly that Mister Smith is already out of his wall containment. A beam of green light shines onto something in front of him. Or...someone. She steps closer, noticing the bruised and battered body of one Drea Smith. "Oh Doctor." She whispers, rushing over to the young woman. She gathers her into her arms, uncaring of her white housecoat. "Mister Smith, the Doctor just left her?"
"Yes, Sarah Jane. He said you would be the best to handle this...and he did not want to ruin the sofa by placing her upon it." The Xyloc pauses a moment before continuing, "I can continue to monitor her vital signs if you wish."
"That would be fantastic. Thank you." Sarah Jane places a soft kiss upon Drea's head, "Any internal damage?"
"Severe bruising and three broken ribs. However, it should not affect any of her internal organs as of yet. Her nose is also broken. I can talk you through the steps of-"
"I can fix a broken nose, Mister Smith. Believe it or not, I did so for the Doctor once." She smirks, brushing the matted hair back from Drea's face, "She's unconscious. Why is she-"
"Andrea Smith had sustained multiple blows via the fists of Android beings...as the Doctor informed me." Mister Smith scans the young woman again, "She is, however, still alive."
"Thankfully." Sarah Jane nods, "I must attempt to get her to the guest room...so I can clean the blood from her face...maybe fix the nose while she's asleep." She mumbles slightly, gently placing Drea back down onto the floor gently, "Did the Doctor say anything else?"
"He informed me to inform you that he believes in you...and that you would know what to do."
She chuckles to herself, standing, "Of course. Typical of him."
"And that he loves you...and always will." Mister Smith completes the thought, colors on the large screen still swirling.
Sarah Jane pauses in her tracks, "What?" She looks toward the supercomputer, "Can you-"
Mister Smith changes his screen instead, showing video of the Doctor placing the young woman onto the floor, then move closer to tell a message.
"Mister Smith, take a message for me, would you?" The man smirks, "My Sarah Jane, only you will know what to do. Our daughter...she looks like you...thankfully. Though, if she looked like the incarnation I was then, it wouldn't be too bad either, right?" The gray haired man shrugs, "You're so bloody brilliant, so skilled. That's what made me fall in love with you all those years ago. You asked why I left you...why I abandoned you in Aberdeen." The Doctor pauses, glancing to the young woman over his shoulder, "You being hurt scared the dickens out of me and I couldn't risk it...I just thought you deserved to know the truth...Yes, so...care for her, would you? Tell her I love her. I'll try to visit again, but...don't hide anything from her. I love you both...a heart for each of you." He swallows, nodding, "End transmission, Mister Smith."
Sarah Jane grins, attempting to keep herself from crying. "Took him long enough." She bites her lip, nodding, "Keep an eye on her. I'm going to go ready the guest room and some clothes." The woman turns, leaving the attic.
"Mommy will like this?" The toddler looked up to the elder woman.
"Oh, your mother loves everything you give her, my love." Lavinia smirked, placing a hand on the toddler's back, "And that looks beautiful."
Drea picked her hands up, covered in red paint. "Thank you, Auntie."
Sarah Jane places a hand against the wall, curious as to why she is having these flashes, "Bloody hell." She whispers to herself. Letting herself into the guest room, she readies the bed.
"Mom!" Drea screamed, all of five years old, her hair soaked in sweat with the smell of bile about her.
"She was so sick that year." The woman mumbles to herself, "I don't understand this. Why are they crossing together?"
"That's just how it goes." A voice behind her mumbles, moaning after.
Sarah Jane turns, seeing the young woman in the doorway. She rushes over to her, gently taking her arm, "Come lie down."
Drea carefully walks to the bed, "You got out, right? He didn't take me to another-"
"Yes, we all got out...except you, apparently." She bites her lip, helping the young woman.
"No...this was Denseco having a bit of fun. The Doctor stopped her...and saved me." She slurs then offers the woman a smile, "I owe him my life."
"He does that." Sarah Jane returns the expression, "Let's get you washed up." She pauses when she notices the young woman holding onto her house coat, Sarah Jane picks her head up, "I'm coming right back."
"You've blood on you..." Drea attempts to focus her eyes, "You're hurt. You were hurt by the-"
"Love, it's yours, not mine." She sighs softly, "Besides, The Doctor has never been too accurate with his time travels...regardless of what he says. It's been a few months since Denseco came round...probably only a few minutes for you."
Her hand drops slowly, "My Tardis is more accurate than his?"
"You probably aren't in love with your Tardis like he is with his. Men and their vehicles and all that." Sarah Jane grins, letting it fade slowly as the young woman before her coughs through a laugh. "Hang tight, I'll be right back."
The Doctor creeped into the nursery of the Hospital at UNIT. Sarah Jane had contacted her friend Dr. Harry Sullivan and informed him of her...situation. She feared that once the Doctor's enemies became aware that he had a child on Earth who had, not only Gallifreyan DNA, but Time Lord DNA, they would instantly attempt to harm said child.
"You just couldn't keep away." Harry smirked, "It's good to see you again, Doctor. I'm sure Sarah Jane will be-"
"No no." The Doctor shook his head, "I don't want her to know I was here."
"What?" The shorter man nearly glared, "Come now, old chap. She just bore your child. The least you can do is pop in and say hello to the old girl."
"Harry, please. I pained her enough for her lifetime." He smiled down to the infant, letting her hold his finger tip, "Is she healthy?"
"Sarah Jane is doing wonderfully." Harry nodded.
"The baby." The Doctor picked his head up a moment, looking to his former companion, clarifying his question.
He smiled softly, moving closer, "Two hearts."
The curly haired man looked back down to the girl, "You're kidding."
"No, Sir." He smirked, "We've managed to keep it quiet...out of her charts...except by medical terminology. She'll visit doctors here. We'll protect her, don't you worry. We'll protect the both of them."
Drea opens her eyes, picking her hands up and seeing the blood has been wiped clean. She breathes slowly, glancing about the room, only to realize someone watching her from the end of the bed, "Yes?"
The young girl tilts her head to the side, "Hello...I'm Sky...Sky Smith." She edges up the bed a little.
The older of the two smirks, "I'm Drea...I know who you are."
"You're hurt. Mum thought you were dead...or you could have been." Sky moves closer again, "I asked Luke about you."
"And?"
"He said Mum would tell me. However, Mom doesn't know what to say, I don't believe." She shrugs, "So, since you're back-"
"You think I can answer your questions." Drea smirks again, motioning her closer still. She takes the young girl's hand, "Right?" When she sees a small nod, she continues, "What do you want to ask me?"
"You look like Mum." Sky nods.
"That doesn't sound like a question, Sky."
She smiles, "Are you Mum's daughter too? Like I am?" The question is straightforward, to the point.
"I know you're certainly her child." She grins then sighs, "Do you want me to be?" When the girl nods, Drea continues, "Different place, different time. It's complicated."
"An alternate universe?" Sky tilts her head to the side.
Drea nods a little, "You do understand."
"I've seen lots with Mum. There isn't much that's complicated when it comes to that."
"Me too." She smiles, "I've seen lots while in the Tardis."
"Yes, it's very large inside." Sky replies, excitedly.
"Very large indeed. It's neverending. If the imagination can create it, it comes alive." Drea smiles.
"You don't sound like Mum though."
"No, I was young and we lived in America. The accent always stuck, I suppose. I went back for schooling and whatnot."
Sky nods slowly, "So...you're like my sister then. Right? My...American sister?"
"Now, Sky, I told you that Drea needed her rest." Sarah Jane stands in the doorway before walking in more, "How are you feeling?" She asks the older of the two girls in the bed. She sits on the opposite side of Sky, amused that the two seem to be getting along.
"I'm feeling...that's a start, right?" Drea smirks, "Thank you for taking care of me."
"Oh, I wouldn't have it any other way." She takes hold of the girl's hand, "I even reset your nose. Something a friend taught me years ago. No need for doctors...well...a doctor, not the Doctor."
"I got it." The ill young woman looks back to the little girl, "How about you think of some more and you write them down? Whatever you want to know. I mean it."
"Even about you and Clyde?" Sky grins, standing.
Drea pauses, unsure if she should say anything much less about him, "I said anything, Sky. I don't go back on my word." She adjusts her position with a small moan. The room falls quiet, "You know, I learned a long time ago that when people stare, its because they're deep in thought about you or you have something on your face. So, which is it?"
"Both, you're bruised up." Sarah Jane nods, offering a soft smile.
"The journalist has questions too. I know that look."
She sits up more, "I'm remembering things about your life that I shouldn't remember. Would you happen to know why?"
"I do, actually." Drea takes hold of her hand, carefully, "I'm becomming your reality. Not just my being here, but you know bits and pieces about me and the technology Denseco exposed you...all of us...to, crossed our worlds more than ever."
Sarah Jane tilts her head slightly, "Which is why you dreamed of the Trickster?"
"I didn't think of that, but yes." She smiles a little, "I don't know how much or how little you will remember, but...as I told Sky...I will answer any questions you may have."
"Will Clyde remember the other life as well?"
"As much as I would like to give a definite no, I actually have no idea. Hopefully not." Drea absently traces the woman's knuckles, something she has done ever since she was small with her mother."What are you remembering?"
"Are you sure she is well enough to be released?" Sarah Jane bit her lip, looking over the man's shoulder as he strapped the infant into her safety seat.
"Calm down, old girl. She's just a babe. She is ready. Are you?" Harry Sullivan glanced over toward her.
She could never display or concede weakness. This was no different from any other time. "What of her hearts? I mean...what if-"
"Sarah Jane, one or two hearts...it doesn't matter. She's content and look...she's even getting your eyes. Just look at those and hold her close...all your worries will go away."
"Uncle Harry was in this time as well?" Drea perks an eyebrow up, smirking.
Sarah Jane nods, "He traveled with the Doctor and I for a spell...and I remember him teaching you how to ride a bicycle."
"If I go back to my time...most of them will go away. You'll go back to normal...no false memories of a time you never lived. You were the lucky one of the worlds." The younger woman watches her, "The Doctor always came back for you...always."
She shakes her head a little, "Wasn't always that way..."
"How many of his incarnations have you met now?"
"Of the Doctor?" When the younger woman nods, Sarah Jane continues, "Ten of them..."
"More than any of the others." Drea smiles, "He may have had me with my mother, but he loves you most."