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Chapter 32 - Chapter 32 - Doctor Samuel

Jane had woken up, taken a quick shower and put her hair up on top of her head. It was afternoon and Lance hadn't returned from Tony's yet. She wore a lovely, green dress that went to her knees and had no sleeves.

As she walked barefoot into the spare room at Lance's, she looked around. All of her things were there, neatly. The desk that Lance had put together, sat under the window that looked out at the ocean. Her computer sat there, turned off. She walked over and looked out of the window.

"And that's even more lovely of an image that what I had imagined coming home to." Lance smiled as he stood in the doorway, looking at her.

She smiled and went to him. They wrapped their arms around one another. Lance still had his arm in the sling.

"How is your shoulder?"

He smiled, "Better than it has been all day."

She relaxed. "Lance, that's wonderful."

He looked back at the window. "Would you like to go for a walk? On the beach?"

"We're not expected at Tony's?"

"I asked if we could postpone. I hope that's alright. They are without Soli tonight, and I wanted to spend some time with just you."

She smiled, "I would love that."

He slipped off his shoes and pulled off his socks. She helped him off with his jacket and they left the flat together. As they walked together in the warm sand in front of the flats, Lance took her hand in his.

She pointed, "Now, who lives beside of us?"

He smiled, "Aemillius and Bassiano."

She hugged Lance's good arm as they walked along. "They copied the sofa into your bedroom-"

"Our bedroom."

She smiled and pointed at the next flat. "And there?"

"That one is empty. The next one is where Jack lives. When he's here."

"Is he gone a lot?"

"You can't rely on him being anywhere. And the next one is the casino."

She rolled her eyes. "Casino, indeed."

"It truly is. It used to be Lewis and Arla's flat. But, the guys redid it."

They continued to walk along the path. The palm trees blew in the breeze as the evening sun hung low in the sky. They made it out to the sea. Jane let go of him and ran into the water. She laughed and turned around to see Lance standing on the shore, looking at her with a huge smile on his face. She held her hands out and twirled, causing her dress to spin around her.

He couldn't help but think of how youthful and beautiful she looked as the sun set behind her.

She walked back to the shore and took his hand, pulling him into the surf. She stopped and rolled up his trousers and they walked further out into the sea. She smiled as she looked up into his eyes. "Would you believe I've never actually been in the ocean?"

"How is that possible? You're from here."

She giggled. "I think it's beautiful. It feels so….strong. The current, is unlike anything I've experienced."

He held her around the waist as they walked out into the sea until they were knee deep.

"Don't get your sling wet-"

"Ah. It's just a sling. It's fine."

He leaned down and kissed her. She held onto his waist as she felt the current begin to pull her back out into the ocean. They held onto one another and laughed together.

A wave crashed into the pair of them, soaking them completely. She wiped the water from her face and looked back up at Lance. He opened his eyes and grinned. "So much for the sling saying dry."

She stood on her tip toes and gave him a very salty kiss.

He took her hand and they walked back to the shore together and sat down under the palm trees. She sat between his legs and he wrapped his one arm around her, kissing her cheek. "So, are you convinced?"

She asked, "What would have happened to me, Lance?"

He held her tightly, "You would have been fine. I wouldn't have let anything harm you."

"If you hadn't been there."

He sighed. "Let's just be grateful that it was me and not you."

"I'm not happy about that."

He kissed her neck.

She continued to look out at the ocean. "Will I ever be able to go back?"

He held her tightly around the waist. "Not on your own. No."

"How about, just….somewhere in the world?"

"You mean, without me?" Lance asked.

She turned around to face him as she sat on her knees. "Lance, I don't want to be trouble to you-"

"You aren't." He smiled as he shook his head at her. "I enjoy the time we spend together."

She smiled. "I love being here."

"Then stay here. With me."

"This is madness. I've only known you for-"

He looked in her eyes. "Please."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled, "Yes."

He smiled larger than he had all day. "Yes?"

She giggled. "Yes, Lance."

He pulled her closer to him and kissed her. Caught up in the moment, she pushed him down in the sand.

He groaned in pain.

She covered her mouth. "I'm sorry."

He smiled. "I'm okay."

She leaned down and began to snog him as they lay in the sand.

Aemillus and Bassiano jogged by. They stopped and looked down at them. Aemillus put his hands on his hips and shook his head in disapproval. "What do you think about this Bassiano?"

Lance and Jane stopped kissing one another and looked back at them.

Bassiano shook his head. "Yeah, I agree with you. Jane could do a lot better."

Jane laughed as Lance pointed forcefully at the pair. He threatened them playfully in an odd language, which made them laugh as they ran off together.

Jane sat on her knees in the sand and laughed at Lance. "They are so-"

"Annoying." Lance insisted as he reached in his pocket with his good hand.

"What is that?" Jane asked.

He smiled, "I fear, you are going to find out how lazy I actually am."

She looked confused at him. "What are you on about?"

He looked back at the device and flipped a switch on the side. A light started to blink. "Grab onto my arm, and do not let go. This will probably feel….strange."

She hugged his arm as the beach around them disappeared in a shimmer of yellow. She felt like her body had briefly fallen asleep, then suddenly, it was awake again. She blinked her eyes as the yellow shimmer faded and she found herself in a small room, standing on a platform. She was still hugging Lance's arm.

The teenage version of Arles sat behind a panel and looked up at them. "Well, hello!"

Lance kissed Jane's forehead. "Easier than taking a shower."

Jane looked at herself and realized that not only was she dry, but she was also clean. Not even one grain of sand was on her or Lance. "How does that work?"

Lance chuckled as he took her hand and stepped off of the platform with her, "It's a filter."

Arles was working on a screen at the panel. He seemed to be reviewing notes made in a notebook and applying it on the screen. Lance walked over to show it to Jane. "Do you mind, Arles?"

Arles shook his head. "Not at all. See, Jane. This is how we copy things. I'm working on a school in New York right now. I'm copying the dormitory from one place, and putting the outside of the building that is already there. So, when we transport it down, it will be what Genie wants."

"That's amazing!"

"What will be amazing it to get everything all of us wanted in there. I'm afraid we all might have had a bit more input than we probably should have." Arles grinned.

Lance nodded his head. "Do you need help?"

"Nah. It's like a large puzzle at this point. Thanks, though. Papa said that you needed to go see Sam as soon as you came up. He's in the med bay."

Lance took Jane's hand and they walked out of the room. As they walked down the hallway, Jane realized, "We're on a ship. In space. Aren't we?"

"It's a day of firsts for you. Yes. This is John's ship."

They stopped at a window at the end of the hallway. The Earth hung above them and glowed beautifully. Jane's mouth opened in wonder. "Wow."

He watched her lovely face as she saw her home for the first time. He smiled, "Beautiful, isn't it?"

Jane didn't take her eyes off of the planet. "It's so…big. I mean. You know it's big, but…wow. And it glows?"

He smiled, "It's the light from the star. It's reflecting off of it."

"The star? You mean the sun."

He nodded, "Yes. That's it. Star. Sun. English words."

She looked back at the planet and felt Lance kiss the side of her head. "I'll take you someplace where you can see it a bit better after I'm done with Sam."

She seemed to snap out of the daze she was in. "Of course. Lead the way."

They held hands as he took her to the med bay with him. She was surprised that it really wasn't too different than hospitals she had seen on Earth. Samuel sat at a desk, reading something on a computer. Lance announced his presence as they walked in. "And I'm here as ordered-"

"By Papa." Sam agreed as he turned off the screen he was working on. "Come on in one of the rooms and I'll get you sorted."

They followed him into one of the examination rooms. Sam turned on a screen, "Friday, start a new file for Lance here."

A voice spoke, "Yes, Samuel. Is this about his shoulder?"

Sam sat on a stool with wheels and nodded his head. "Okay, add to that file."

Lance sat down on the table with his arm in the sling. "Well, shall I take this off?"

Sam stood up and pointed at the stool he had been in. "Sit on that. I need you to stretch your arm out straight."

Lance sat on the stool and Sam carefully took off the sling that Lance wore. The transporter had dried and cleaned it. Jane stood on the other side of the table and watched Sam work. He laid Lance's arm out on the table. It still appeared completely lifeless.

Sam laid his hand on Lance's shoulder and looked at the screen. "This shouldn't hurt this much."

"Tell the shoulder that." Lance told him.

Sam chuckled as he laid a cold compress on Lance's shoulder that went all the way down his arm. "This will numb you up."

There was a knock at the door. Sam looked up and saw his sister with her head in the doorway. He looked back at Lance. "Stay here. Keep that on your shoulder. I'll be a bit."

Sam walked out into the hallway and closed the door. "What's up?"

"You're going to think I'm mad-" Genie started.

"You're feeling okay?" He grabbed her hands quickly.

"No. And I can't put my finger on it. Maybe everyone asking me if I'm really okay has just….made me think I'm not?"

Sam walked her into the other exam room. She sat down on the table. Sam took out a small patch and attached it to her back. He looked up at the screens and nodded. "This all reads normal, Genie."

"What is this on my back?"

He didn't look away from the screens. "A portable bio reader. If you aren't feeling perfect while Dad's away, I'm going to keep a very close eye on you."

She groaned. "I'm losing my mind."

Samuel sat down on a stool in front of her. "Let's do this. Let me take a bit of blood-"

"Oh, man. A needle?" She groaned.

Sam looked up at her. "I'm not going to hurt you-"

"It's a needle-"

"It's a little poke-"

She crossed her arms. "Must you?"

"Genie. I won't take but a few drops. Let me put it in the computer so if something is going on, we'll know."

She continued to glare at him. "Nevermind, I think I'm fine-"

"Sit. You're not. I need to do this anyway."

She looked pitiful at him. "Sammy."

He smiled at her. "What is really going on? Just tell me."

She sighed. "I'm Rixalarian-"

"And human."

"What if…."

Sam looked confused at her. "What?"

"What if I'm not?"

He laughed, "You? Not be Rixalarian? You're the most Rixalarian person I've ever met in my life!"

"I know! Legate's grandmother is Rixalarian, too-"

"Is he winding you up about something?"

She groaned, "Maybe. He just said something that has me thinking."

"Thinking that you aren't Rixalarian?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"Is that mad?" She asked.

"Well, Dad said you are-"

"What if he's wrong?"

Sam laughed, "Then we'll mark the calendar and celebrate that moment annually. Gene, Dad's not wrong. He can pick out any species just by the look on their face!"

"Could you, just check?"

He grinned, "Of course."

"And not tell Dad."

Samuel shook his head as he reached into a drawer and pulled out something. "Now that part-"

"Samuel."

He turned back to her with a few other things in his hands. "Well, see. That's a problem I have. I can only keep one secret at a time. So, this thing with you and Legate? Or this."

Genie glared at him. "You are so-"

He loved that he was annoying her so much. "Charming?"

She groaned and shook her head. "Totally not the word I was going to pick."

He laughed as he prepared a larger needle.

Genie's eyes got huge. "Are you kidding me?"

He groaned. "Genie. If you want me to do this, I have to take some blood-"

"With that huge needle?"

"This is not a huge needle-"

"It's as big as my entire arm-"

"No, it isn't."

"Yes, it is!"

"Gene, it won't hurt."

She crossed her arms and shook her head, "No way, Sammy."

Sam sat back and looked surprised at her. "You're serious."

"Don't you think for one minute that I'm not!" She insisted.

Someone knocked at the door. Sam shook his head as he rolled the stool over to the door and opened it. Legate stood there. Samuel grabbed his shirt and pulled him into the room. "You have never had better timing, mate."

Genie shook her head, "He's not talking me into this!"

Legate looked shocked to see Genie sitting on the table. "Why are you here?"

She covered her face and sighed, "It was a mistake. I should probably go."

Samuel looked up at Legate, "She feels that something is off, so I want to take a blood sample to make certain she's really well."

Legate nodded in understanding. "Oh, that's not a big deal-"

"For you!" Genie insisted.

Sam rolled his eyes and looked at Legate. "I need to go do something quick with Lance. Can you talk to this one?"

Legate laughed under his breath. "Well, I came to tell you about another one. But, she's not here yet."

Sam stood up and put his hands on his hips. "Who?"

"Jackie wants you to look at Genie. The other Genie. She says she feels warm to her."

Sam exchanged a look with Genie. "Ummm. Okay."

"She's with Lewis, but I wanted to prepare you before they came onboard."

Sam nodded his head, "Okay. Well, ask Papa to give me just a bit so I can give her my full attention. Meanwhile, talk to this nutter."

Genie shook her fist at Sam and made a face.

He blew her a kiss before he walked out of the room and the door closed behind him.

Legate walked over to the table. Genie took both of his hands in her own. "You're not going to talk me into this."

He grinned and shook his head. "I wouldn't dare."

She looked back at the screen. Everything looked normal and in the green levels as she had seen so many times when she was in the med bay. "I think I'm just….being….dramatic."

"Nah. Not you." Legate told her as he kissed her hands.

She groaned.

"What's wrong? Do you not feel well?"

She shook her head. "Something just feels….off. I don't know. I'd feel better if Daddy was here to do this. Can we ring him?"

Legate shook his head. "Strict radio silence. We can't let anyone know he's on that ship. Lewis' orders. Not his."

Genie groaned. "I hate this. I feel like a spoiled child who just wants her father."

"After what happened on Nimiset, with those morons-"

"Please." Genie insisted and shook her head.

"Right. Well, Sam is a Doctor."

"Yes. But, he's not my Doctor." She groaned.

Legate stood in front of her and leaned into her face. "Do you know what I think?"

Her eyes met his. "What?"

"I think, you just need a reward."

"Reward?"

"Maybe, some other reason to do this. Other than, Sam wants you to."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm listening."

He kissed her lips quickly and whispered, "I have a room, here, on this ship. Sound proof, locking door, and if you're not feeling well, you will need to have someone to keep a very close eye on you."

She smiled and bit her bottom lip. "That's true."

"Maybe. Someone to eat some chocolate ice cream with." He teased.

"An ice cream date. We've not done that since I was a small child."

He pulled her hand to his mouth and kissed it. "Only hours ago for me."

She looked back into his eyes. "You'll stay all night-"

"All night. Completely yours. Just like we're at home."

She smiled and stretched her arms out to hug him.

Meanwhile, across the hallway, Samuel walked into the examination room. Jane had taken another chair and was sitting in front of Lance, snogging him.

Samuel cleared his throat and the pair broke apart and laughed.

Lance waved his hand, "Umm…sorry."

Jane got up and Samuel told her to keep her seat. "This might hurt him, so hold his hand."

She took Lance's hand and watched his face as Sam took off the cooling pad and put his hands on Lance's shoulder. His hands started to glow yellow as he looked on the monitor. "This is why it's hurting."

Lance didn't take his eyes off of Jane. "Can you do something about it, Sam?"

Sam continued to run his hands across his shoulder. "Oh yes. This should help."

Jane smiled as Lance brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it.

"Pain?" Sam asked.

"No. Feels. Stiff."

"Well, resist the urge to twist it to make it pop."

"Okay."

After a few more minutes, Sam was done. He helped Lance back on with the sling and stood where he could see Jane and Lance. "Okay. Wear the sling, but you can take it off to bathe. Let me know, immediately, if there is anymore pain. There shouldn't be any. It should start….trying to wake up."

Lance nodded. "Alright. Cheers, Sam."

Samuel smiled, "Come see me tomorrow and let me check on it."

Lance and Jane both stood up to leave.

Samuel walked back through the door and back across the hall. Not wanting to walk into more snogging, he knocked on the door and heard Genie tell him to come in. He opened the door to find Legate standing next to her, leaning against the table she sat on. He ran his hand through his hair and cleared his throat. Sam was immediately grateful he had knocked.

"So? Talk her into it?" Sam asked.

Legate shook his head, "She has made her own decision. I'm just here for moral support."

Sam washed his hands and chuckled. "That's what we're calling it?"

"Yes." Legate insisted.

Genie sat on the table, watching Sam, and trying not to look cross. It wasn't working.

Legate looked back at her and stifled a laugh by clearing his throat. "Hmm…I have a question."

Sam sat down on the stool and rolled over to them. "And I probably have an answer."

"This, sickness that Genie had. If she's getting it again…"

"Well, it's something she'll always have. We just have to watch for her to get sick again because it will happen. If we detect it early, it can be treated before it gets as severe as it was before."

Genie closed her eyes tightly. "More needles."

Legate looked back at her and took her hand. "But, early symptoms?"

Sam put on a pair of gloves and prepared his needles to draw blood. "Well, a mild fever. Nightmares. A cough. Things that are easy to overlook. Dad says to keep an eye on her fingernails."

"Fingernails?" Genie asked.

Sam nodded, "You can always tell if you are getting enough oxygen by the color of your fingertips and nails. If your nails are blue, you're in need of oxygen. If your fingertips aren't pinkish, like hers are now, then she's not getting the blood circulation she needs. You can blame your human side for that."

Legate nodded his head and look impressed. "Okay."

Sam sat in front of her. "Alright. Moment of truth, Gene. I promise, I won't hurt you."

Legate sat on the table top with her, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her cheek. "Close your eyes."

She closed them tightly. Sam pinched her arm. "See? Does this hurt?"

She turned her head into Legate's shoulder and made a high pitched noise under her breath.

Legate chuckled and kissed her forehead. "It's going to feel just like that."

Sam held her arm. "Okay. And in 3-2-1."

Genie didn't open her eyes and bit her lip. Legate held her tightly and whispered, "Doing great. It's alright. Don't move."

Sam took the needle out of her arm, placed a cotton ball in the bend of the elbow, and saw her open her eyes. "It's over?"

He laughed, "It's completely over. You did great. Genie, I did have a good teacher."

Legate relaxed his grip on her.

Sam got up, took off his gloves and wrote on the tube of blood that he had taken. He put it in a holder the wall and it was taken into the computer.

"Friday. This sample is for…ummm…how is this file marked?"

"Doctor Smith is calling this patient, 'Sara G. Tyler'."

Samuel looked surprised, "Ugh. The headmaster at my school was named-"

He looked back at Legate and Genie's faces. He groaned and shook his head. "This is so damn weird."

Legate jumped off of the table. "And I'm glad to know I'm not the only one that thinks that."

Genie laughed at them.

There was a knock at the door and Lewis poked his head inside. "I have them. Just across the hall."

Just as he said that, Jackie Tyler's unmistakable voice could be heard. "Well, this Doctor better be good. I only knew that John was a Doctor!"

Lewis closed the door to rejoin them.

Sam took a deep breath. "Head to head with Grand. Wish me luck."

Genie smiled encouragingly. "You'll be fine."

Sam stood up, rolled his shoulders back, and walked out of the door. As the door closed, Legate and Genie heard the cries of very frightened little girl.

Legate looked back at the older version of Genie. "I probably need to-"

She nodded. "Yes. Go ahead."

"Wait just a few minutes, then go to my room here on the ship. It's in the same place. Make yourself comfortable and I'll be there as soon as I can." He leaned in and kissed her quickly before he left the room.

She groaned and looked back at the read-outs that displayed on the wall where she sat.

Meanwhile, Samuel and Legate walked into the other examination room together. Jackie Tyler sat on the examination table and Lewis held little Genie in his arms.

Sam didn't know what was more overwhelming to him at the moment. Seeing his Grand, or his older, younger sister.

Legate pat his back and turned on the charm. "And why are we so upset?"

Genie held out her arms to him as she cried. "Legate! Daddy's not here."

He took her in his arms and held her. "I know. But, there's another Doctor. And your Grand and Papa are with you, too."

Jackie ran her hand through Genie's hair. "So, Lewis is Papa for Genie, too? Well, I suppose that makes sense."

Genie hid her face in Legate's shoulder and whimpered. "I want Daddy."

"I know, Genie. But, he hiding from someone and can't speak to you right now."

Lewis rubbed her back. "Your Daddy says that you will be fine."

Sam had regrouped. "Mrs. Tyler-"

"Call me, Jackie. Please. All of these guys do. Are you a Quauthin?"

He smiled, "No, ma'am. I'm not."

"But, you're a Doctor?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"You look about two years older than this child!" Jackie insisted.

Lewis looked back at her. "I assure you, Jackie. He's a proper Doctor."

Jackie was not convinced. "Well, I get a vote in this! This is my only granddaughter. She has never had a good experience with Doctors, except for her Dad. I'm watching you."

Sam nodded his head. "Yes, ma'am. I understand. Why don't we start by telling me what's wrong?"

Jackie crossed her arms. "Well, she just feels warm to me. She didn't want to eat her dinner. She's just not herself."

Sam smiled at the little girl. It was so odd to see her younger than he could even remember her ever being. "And hello, Genie."

Legate turned around and pointed at Sam. "Genie. This is my friend. He's very nice and he will take great care of you."

Genie looked at Sam, curiously, not letting go of Legate. She sniffed. "How long have you known him?"

Legate grinned, "His entire life."

"Bollocks." Jackie exclaimed.

Lewis wiped Genie's tears. "Genie, remember when I was so hurt? This is who helped me. See? I'm completely better."

Legate nodded, "And he sorted out both of my legs, too. Let him look at you."

Genie looked back at Sam.

He rose his eyebrows at her. "What do you say? It's up to you."

"Can you look at Legate's wrist? He's hurt it?"

Sam smiled. "If he wants me to, I will. Certainly. But, that's his decision. This one is yours."

Genie nodded her head and Legate sat her down next to Jackie. She grabbed her Grand's hand. Lewis sat on the other side of her and rubbed her back, encouragingly.

Sam looked in a cabinet for something. "And I know what we need here." After a bit of rummaging about, he laughed. "Yes. In the exact, same place." He pulled out a glass jar full of sweets.

Lewis laughed, "And how did you know that was in there?"

Sam sat on the stool with wheels and laughed. "The secret jar of sweets. I've known about this since I was four." He poured out the sweets on the table where they all sat and looked through them until he found a piece of plain chocolate. He held it in his hand to Genie. "Alright, this is for you."

Genie looked curiously at Sam. "Why are you just holding it in your hand?"

"Because you should trust me. I'm telling you that this is yours. So, you can take it. Go on."

Genie looked back at Jackie, who nodded her head encouragingly. Genie reached out and took the chocolate from Sam. "This is my favorite sort of sweet."

Sam smiled. "That's true! That and….hang on….I have a 'Sweet Mind Reader'." He turned around and opened a drawer. He pulled out a small, white clip and put it on his finger. "And this is it. A Sweet Mind Reader."

Genie grinned at him. "That's silly. That's not what that is."

"Sure it is. I'm a Doctor. That's what I use it for."

She shook her head, "You're not telling me the truth. I can tell."

"You can't tell with me."

"I can tell with everybody."

Sam grinned, "That's true. Except me. Want to bet?"

Genie smiled, "What do you want to bet?"

Sam picked up two more pieces of chocolate. "If you let me see what else of this candy is your most favorite, you can have both of these pieces. See, no risk."

Genie giggled. "Alright."

"But, I have to put this on your finger for it to work."

She handed him her finger, willingly.

Lewis looked back at Legate. He was clearly impressed.

Sam looked back at the read-outs on the screen on the wall. "And this says you….." He rummaged through the candy and handed her a lollipop. "Purple. Your favorite."

Genie took the sweet and laughed. "It worked!"

Sam smiled at her. "That's right. Go ahead and put that in your mouth. It will make your throat feel better."

She put the lollipop in her mouth and relaxed.

Jackie ran her hand through Genie's hair, "Her throat is sore?"

Sam nodded, "Yes. It's not too bad, but I'm seeing evidence it probably is. Am I right?"

Genie giggled and nodded her head. "Yes."

Sam smiled, looked at the screen and nodded his head. "Well, Mrs. Jackie, this says she has a mild fever and a sore throat. Looks like the beginning of a cold. Nothing serious. I can give her some medicine that should stop it from getting worse."

Jackie kissed Genie's head. "See, your Grand knew something was wrong."

Sam mixed up some medicine and put it in a compartment for the computer to mix together. Genie took the lollipop out of her mouth. "You look like Daddy."

He continued to look at the screen. "I hear that a lot."

"You do. Are you and Daddy from the same place?"

"No. We're not. We just look alike." He said as he looked in another drawer and took out another handful of small equipment.

Genie nodded her head. "What's your name?"

He looked back at her and put on some gloves. "Sam. My name is Sam. What's your name?"

She giggled, "My name is Genie. But, my Uncle calls me Gene. He thinks I'm a boy."

Jackie huffed, "Well, that Uncle of yours was dropped on his head if you ask me."

Sam chuckled, "Gene, huh? Which do you prefer?"

"Either one. My brother's name is Samuel."

"Hey! Almost like my name."

"He's just a baby, but Daddy says he likes to be called Samuel instead of Sam."

"Well, it's more complete. But, it's not practical."

"Why not?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Just isn't. I've found over the years that people are just going to call you what they want to anyway. The more they love you, the more they have their own name for you. Like your Uncle calling you 'Gene'. Well, 'Genie' in fact. That's not even your real name."

Genie giggled and looked back at Jackie. "That's true. My Grand also has nicknames for all of us."

Jackie kissed her forehead. "That's right."

Sam smiled, "And you'll never forget that. Trust me."

Legate had noticed all of the small equipment that Sam had taken out. "And what else do you need to do?"

Sam looked back at Genie and sighed. "I need to prick your finger. Just a little prick."

"Why?" Jackie asked.

"Just to ensure it's not something worse. Genie, your Dad has a little machine that can heal your cuts. You remember the prick it does?"

She nodded with the lollipop in her mouth.

"This will be just like that. Just like someone pinching you. See?" Wearing his gloves, he pinched her arm. She looked at him and for a moment, he thought he had made her feel better like he did when he touched someone.

Genie looked back up at him and crossed her arms. "I don't think so."

"It will feel just like that."

Legate chuckled and rubbed his face.

Sam looked up at him, "Seems like we've done this before."

Legate nodded, "Yep."

"Well, you were successful with her-"

"No! That won't work here." Legate insisted.

Sam rolled his eyes and looked at Genie. "Look, Grand is just right here. I won't lie about it, she is rather frightening to me."

Jackie laughed, "Then my job is done!"

Sam smiled at her. "And I'll give you another chocolate."

Genie shook her head as she sucked on the lollipop. "Nah. I like my blood where it is."

Sam snapped his fingers, "New plan! Whenever I was afraid of something, my Dad always sang a song with me. I wonder if you know it?"

"Well, I know several songs." Genie told him.

"This one is about, windmills."

Genie's eyes lit up. "That's Daddy's song! Yes!"

He started to sing it with her in Gallifreyan. Genie held her finger out and he pricked it as they sang. He was very careful not to hurt her. After he had gathered the blood in the small tube, he took the small dermal regenerator and ran it across her finger. They smiled at one another as the song ended.

He turned and put the small tube in an indention in the wall. "Friday, this is Genie Smith's sample."

Friday spoke, "I'm working through it now."

Sam took off one of his gloves and wheeled back over to Genie with the injector. "And you know what this is, right?"

She smiled, "Yes, Daddy uses those." She leaned her head over and he injected the spray into her neck. He took the sensor off of her finger then turned to put the injector on the cabinet.

Legate smiled at Genie. "There. All better?"

She giggled. "Yes, Legate."

"I need to go train for a while. Would it be alright if Lewis took you back?"

Lewis nodded his head. "He needs to probably rest his legs too, Genie. Alright?"

Genie smiled. "Alright."

Sam offered her his gloved hand. "And it was nice to have met you, Genie. You're all set."

Genie smiled at him and shook his gloved hand. "It was nice to meet you, Sam. You're a good Doctor."

He bopped her on the nose, "And don't forget it."

Lewis chuckled and picked Genie up, kissing her face. "And my little girl is fine! Your Daddy is talking my ear off about you."

She laughed.

Jackie sat back and watched Sam take off his glove and clean up everything.

Legate walked out of the door with Lewis.

Lewis turned as he walked through the door, "Jackie?-"

She shook her head. "I'll catch you up, Lewis."

He looked at Sam and then back at Jackie. "Umm….alright. Sam?"

Sam took the glass container and started to pick up the sweets he had poured on the table. "Just tidying up. Lance was headed to the Observation Deck."

Lewis nodded his head. "Okay…." He said slowly as he walked out of the door.

Sam sat on the stool and looked back at Jackie. "She's fine. Is that what you were going to ask?"

She crossed her arms. "You look so familiar to me."

He shook his head. "It's just because I look like John-"

"I don't think you do. You're skinny as a splinter like he is, but you look like my Rose."

He rose his eyebrow at her. "You think?"

She pointed at him. "Sam, huh?"

"Yes, ma'am. Sam."

He sat on the stool as she stared at him. "How old are you?"

"18."

"What year where you born?"

"Ugh. Why?"

"Let me see your hand."

He rose his hand in front of him. "Why?"

She grabbed it and felt the familiar sensation of happiness that had always spread over her when she held baby Samuel. He snatched his hand away and cleared his throat as he put the sweets back in their secret hiding place in the cabinet.

"Samuel Peter Smith!" She stated.

He shook his head and smiled. "It is actually Samuel Alistair Peter Tyler-Smith."

She stood up and smacked his shoulder.

"Awe!"

She put her finger in his face. "I knew it was you!"

He stood in front of her, rubbing his shoulder. She grabbed him quickly and held him tightly in her arms. "How are you even here?"

He held onto her tightly and put all of his focus into not crying. She smelled like she always had. Her hug felt like it always did. All of the heartbreak of the past few weeks seemed to come back to him as a huge lump welled up in his throat. Tears were already rolling down his cheeks when she leaned back and kissed his forehead.

"My little ray of sunshine has come back to me." Jackie said proudly and wiped her eyes.

He couldn't speak and only nodded his head and mouthed, "Yes, ma'am."

She laughed and held him tightly in her arms. "Oh! You!"

His tears turned to laughter, too.

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