A/N: A bigger update to make up for the last itsy-bitsy teenie-weenie one. Thank you for all of the reviews! MegamiTsunami, thanks for pointing those things out! I was planning to cover them all in the next chapter or so, I just write slowly and haven't gotten to it yet! But thanks for watching out for me and I'll appreciate it if you or anyone else catches me in a slip up or has any suggestions to improve the story.

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Sakura went willingly when she was brought to one of the larger trees and tied to it, the rope wrapped tight around her, binding her arms and upper body the trunk. She watched complacently as her medic apron and weapon pouches were taken away and tossed to Jiraiya and Orochimaru. She calmly stated her name, rank, and ninja registration number when asked for them, not reacting when Sakumo scoffed at her, telling her that her village did a poor job of preparing her to pass for a Konoha nin since registration numbers didn't go that high. She was about to tell him that they didn't go that high yet when Jiraiya called out Sakumo's name, his voice grim. In his hands he held the hitai-ate she had taken from Kaede and stashed in her apron, intending to return it to his family.

Sakumo didn't move from his spot in front of Sakura, sparing Jiraiya a brief glance and then returning his attention to her, his gaze hard and accusing.

"It belonged to my teammate. We were ambushed. I...I tried to save him, but his injuries were too severe. I wanted to give that to his next of kin."

Sakumo stared at her a moment longer, then called one of his dogs over. He held Sakura's hitai-ate out to the dog, who sniffed it carefully and thoroughly before gingerly taking it between his teeth and carrying it over to Jiraiya to collect the other one.. The two hitai-ate hanging from its mouth, the dog trotted back over to its pack mates.

Jiraiya tossed Sakura's remaining possessions aside and stepped up to stand next to Sakumo. "Why don't I continue the interrogation and you go take care of Kakashi-kun?"

Sakumo didn't move for a minute, then took a deep breath, seemingly trying to relax his body before nodding at Jiraiya and turning to walk toward Tsunade and Kakashi. Kakashi was still in Tsunade's arms, head leaning against her shoulder. Sakura wasn't sure from this distance, but she thought he might be sucking his thumb. When he saw Sakumo approaching, arms out as though to take him from Tsunade, Kakashi threw his arms around her neck and buried his face in her chest, shaking his head and kicking his feet, obviously not wanting to go to him. Sakura turned her eyes away from the sight of her future sensei motorboating her future Hokage and saw Jiraiya heave a sigh and start toward them, telling Orochimaru to keep an eye on the prisoner. Left alone with Orochimaru, Sakura decided it was best not to make eye contact, so she watched as Jiraiya approached the group, calling out Kakashi's name in his big, jocular voice and waving his hands. Kakashi peeked out from the safety of Tsunade's bosom, staring but not objecting as the big man lifted him into his arms. Jiraiya said something to Sakumo, pointing with his chin in the direction of Sakura's tree, and carried Kakashi off to the side, sitting on a fallen log with the little boy still clinging to him tightly.

If possible, Sakumo looked to be in an even worse mood when he made his way back to Sakura. He and Orochimaru conferred quietly before Orochimaru took off into the trees, leaving her alone with Sakumo, who stepped in to loom over her.

"ANBU are on their way, they'll take custody of you and bring you to Torture and Interrogation after we've finished out field interrogation."

Sakura met his gaze, keeping the eye contact for a few seconds before giving a sharp nod. She was a loyal citizen of Konoha. She had nothing to be apprehensive about. She would have faith in her village and her fellow Leaf shinobi.

"I'll tell you everything I can, answer any question I'm able to." Sakura stated firmly.

"Anything you can?" Sakumo repeated, one eyebrow rising a little.

Sakura nodded in eager affirmation. "Yes, of course, anything."

"And what kinds of things 'can't' you tell me? Things like which village you're from and what your mission here is?"

"No! No no no! That's not what I meant! I meant I want to give you my full cooperation! There are just some things I won't be able to answer. I have questions too! I have no idea how I got here, or when, or how I'll get back!"

"Get back to where?" Sakumo interjected quickly.

"Back...to my team, I guess. We were on a mission. Near the Suna border. We were on our way back when we were ambushed by a large group of missing-nin. I not sure what happened after that. How I ended up back in Konoha."

"Or when?"

"Huh?" Sakura looked at him, confused. Had she given something away? Had he figured out what she suspected?

"You said you had no idea when you got here. Were you in Konoha previous to your attempted attack on my son?"

"What?! No! I didn't try to attack Kakashi! I would never! He's...he's just a child." Sakura's voice trailed off. She still thought of Kakashi as her sensei, and she had almost said so. She wanted to cooperate, she just wasn't sure what she should say.

She drew a determined breath and met Sakumo's eyes. "Leaf shinobi don't kill their comrades. Or their comrade's children."

"And you're a Leaf shinobi, right?"

Sakura nodded. "Right."

"OK then, Konoha jounin Haruno Sakura, why don't you tell me you parent's names and we'll go get them and clear this up?" Sakumo held his notepad and pencil as if ready to take some notes.

Sakura took a deep breath. She would have to tell him. She had no choice. "their names are Kizashi and Mebuki."

"And their address?"

"I...I don't know."

"You don't know? Or your mission planner didn't provide you with enough background story? Or are you making this up as you go along?"

"No, I just...don't remember."

"Amnesia?"

"I...I" Sakura squeezed her eyes shut, frustrated and not sure what to say. How far back into the past did she go? How old were her parents? Had they met yet? She cast a glance at Jiraiya, who looked so young. And at Kakashi, who looked really young. How old was he now? Four? Five? She was never good at guessing ages. How old was he really? Thirty-something. She couldn't remember exactly. She could extrapolate her parents ages based on a rough estimate of Kakashi's...

"You what?" Sakumo demanded.

Sakura wavered a bit, still caught in her indecision, She took a fortifying breath and looked determinedly at Sakumo. "If you can tell me what year this is, I might be able to tell you where to find my parents."

Sakumo's eyebrows rose slightly, then quickly lowered to form a stern line over his eyes. "So it's going to be the amnesia route, is it? You're not making this any easier on yourself."

"No, it's not that." Sakura said earnestly. "It's just - " She hesitated, not sure how best to say it. She still wasn't completely sure she should say it, but she was out of options. She drew a deep breath and tried to keep her voice steady. "The last time I saw little Kakashi-kun over there, he was a man in his thirties, a jounin, and a team captain. So you can see why I'm a little confused about what year this is."

Now Sakumo's brows really drew down. Sakura found herself distantly thinking that, aside from the hair, Kakashi most resembled his father around the eyes, but maybe that was just because it was the only part of his face she saw with any regularity. But he definitely had his father's eyes, dark gray and very expressive. She had gotten quite good at reading Kakashi's emotions through that single exposed eye over the past years, and now with an entire face to look at, it was easy to see the fleeting emotions passing over Sakumo's countenance now, even though the seasoned shinobi was by no means demonstrative. Still, she could see the shock and mild confusion as he glanced back at Kakashi then quickly back at Sakura, followed by disbelief, which hardened back into the stern professionalism of an interrogating officer under duress. But underneath it all (underneath the underneath) she thought she caught a flicker of happiness, maybe even joy.

Sakumo, regaining his composition quickly, gave her a hard look. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm not sure. I'm not sure how it happened, but I think...I think I got sent back through time." That sounded better than I've come from the future right? Less like something out of a late-night B-movie? More believable? Not that shinobi had any reason to doubt something could happen. They lived in a world where people summoned talking animals from other planes, where demons were split up into new demons and then sealed within living hosts, and where battles could take place in other dimensions . Why not time travel?