Chapter number 16. The night you were born.
"You ready to go sweaty?" Brett asked as he saw his daughter walked out from her room wearing one of the dresses he'd given the maid to put in Martha's wardrobe. It was long and black, flowing from the waist down and well fitted above.
"Yeah, I'm ready" Martha answered shutting the double door behind her.
"Ok, Lets get a move on then" Brett added before his phone started ringing. "Blasted thing" Brett exclaimed before pulling it out of his pocket and answering it. "Hello" he started.
"Hi Brett it's me" a low voice said.
"So how did you go?" Brett asked.
"Good, I managed to track down those DNA tests, but I can't get them to you without a nurse reading them out".
"Thats fine, it's not like I'm trying to find someone else's DNA or anything. When do we get them?"
"Well if you could get down to the hospital now then we can give them to you straight away".
"Ok, we'll be there soon. Bye".
"Ok, bye".
"Change of plans?" Martha asked from a few meters behind.
"Yeah slightly, were going to have to go down to the hospital".
"The hospital! What's the matter?"
"Look I'll explain on the way, but we need to get a move on princess".
"Ok".
"Come on Jack pull yourself together" Jack said to himself, he was sitting in the drivers seat of the car beside the road and just around the corner was Sasha's dining hall, well what used to be Sasha's dining hall, but Jack didn't know that just yet. "Come on Jack you can do this" he encouraged himself "All you have to do is go in there and find out who Martha got sold to and where they live". Felling more confident Jack turned the key in the ignition and started the car, driving round the ninety degree corner in the road. He looked to his left where the building usually stood, but instead of seeing a building all he saw was black charcoaled rubble, around the ruble was fire men searching the ruble for any sign of how the fire started, not that the evidence would have been left, it was so burned that anything that wasn't originally black now was, anyone who had managed to survive would have been extremely lucky to live. "Well at least Martha wasn't there, she would probably be dead if she wasn't sold" Jack sighed, he had to try and stay positive at the moment, if he wanted to keep himself sane that was.
"Dad" Martha started after he explained that he'd tracked down the DNA results.
"Yes sweaty".
"What if I'm not your daughter?"
"Martha whether or not that stupid test says I'm you father or not doesn't change anything".
Martha smiled, he really had changed for good. "Really?"
"Really, I promise".
"Mr Macklin, were here" the driver of the car announced as the car stopped.
"You ready for this?" Brett asked sympathetically.
"Yeah, I just don't know why I tried to run away from it all in the first place, I could of known already".
"Hey, your here now, and thats all that matters, besides if you didn't run away then I probably wouldn't of been able to be a real father to you".
"Yeah, if hasn't turned out that bad".
"Not, bad at all" Brett added.
"Miss McKenzie, Mr Macklin, please sit down". The nurse said as they reached the door. "Now Martha I have the DNA results right here, so when your ready well start".
"I'm ready" Martha replied imediently.
"Ok, the night you were born, as you are already aware, the hospital was in a huge hurry in the delivery department".
"Yeah" Martha nodded.
"But what your not aware of is..." The nurse paused.
"Is what?" Martha asked, wanting her to go on.
The nurse sighed, "It's a lot worse than you think. The night you were born we were so busy that there was a three way swap".
"What do mean" Martha exclaimed in shock.
"I mean that when we went to put the name tags on you and tow other girls that were born on the same day as you, we got all three of those tags on the wrong baby"...
Next time:
Who did Martha get swapped with?
Who is Martha's real family?
Who survived the fire?
Still to come:
Will Jack and Martha ever be together?