Author's Notes:

Not mine, nope, none of it! Reviews would be awesome, is anyone reading? Sarah needs some questions answered, but this just might make her question more.

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Sarah sat at the restaurant waiting patiently when Harry entered. He waved slightly, then came over to join her. 'Sarah, old girl, what was the emergency?'

'Thanks for coming to meet me, Harry. I need some answers to some questions.'

'Is something wrong with John or Luke? I saw John earlier today and he didn't say anything.'

Sarah laced her fingers together and placed her hands on the table in front of her, thinking through her next comments before she spoke them. 'I know that John is really the Doctor.'

'Ah. Fair enough.' He watched her for a minute before continuing. 'There's more to it, isn't there.'

'I remember everything.'

The look of surprise was evident in Harry's expression. 'What happened?'

Sarah shook her head. 'I have no idea what triggered it initially, but I made the Doctor release all the memories that he'd suppressed all those years.'

Harry reached out and laid his hand over Sarah's. 'How are you doing? I mean that hardly seems like a big enough question, all things considered.'

'Like I said, I need some answers, preferably from someone who was there.'

'I'll do what I can, Sarah.'

'Start with this one. Why did you agree to keep my past from me? Especially about Christopher?'

Harry released Sarah's hands and sat back. 'When the Doctor brought you in, we honestly weren't sure whether you were going to even survive. You had been badly beaten even before Andrew shot you. When you finally woke up, you had no memory of what had happened, and for a while, you seemed to be teetering on the edge of an emotional breakdown, even without those memories. The Doctor was afraid that if you did remember everything that it might break you.'

'Did you agree with his decision?'

'I questioned it at first, but Sarah, after your aunt died, we were your only family other than Andrew and Christopher. No one was going to question it. Andrew had done a damn fine job of segregating you away from your friends and everyone else that cared about you.'

Sarah sighed and looked down at her hands. 'He was very controlling. That's probably part of the reason we broke up in university. In all honesty, I should have left him when the Doctor came back.'

'Came back? When did he come back?'

'Ironically, it was right after Andrew and I had a fight. It was the first time he hit me, but I didn't tell the Doctor that. Christopher was about four at the time. It was our Doctor, Harry. The one that was all teeth and curls. I wanted nothing more than to take Christopher and leave with him. In retrospect, I probably should have.'

'Sarah, you know as well as I do that the TARDIS would be no place to raise a child.'

'As opposed to him being dead, killed by his own stepfather when he was six years old? I can't do anything to change what happened, but I surely didn't do a very good of protecting him.' Sarah shook her head slightly, she had other questions she wanted answers to, some that she hoped she could get more concrete answers to.

They took a break to order a drink and sat in companionable silence until after the waitress brought their drinks. Sarah finally continued. 'Harry, how much have I been changed?'

Harry gave her a questioning look. 'What do you mean?'

'My DNA. How many steps away am I from human?'

Harry took a deep breath. 'It isn't so much about steps exactly.'

Sarah shot him a look that would melt ice. 'Harry.'

'Sorry, old girl. It's tricky. Percentage wise – you're 80% human still. 90% at most.'

'Andrew thought I was some strange alien in a human suit.'

'No, that's the Doctor.'

'Careful,' Sarah said, smiling. 'That is my husband you're talking about.'

'Seriously though, we thought that the transmitter thingy that we did on Nerva that eliminated the poison from your system after you got bitten by that cybermat also eliminated the dystronic toxaemia from the Kaled rocket as well. It wasn't until you collapsed in the TARDIS on the way back to Earth that the Doctor realised it hadn't. I don't know a lot about what happened in that hospital. The doctors there wouldn't let anyone but the Doctor see you or approve your treatment. You'd have to ask him more about that.'

'But you've seen my scans now.'

'Yes, and I know they don't match a normal human's. There would have been no way that you could have carried either Christopher or Luke to term if you had been, and that's assuming that you could have even gotten pregnant in the first place. The only thing I can figure is that whatever they did to you in that hospital, they had to have used some of the Doctor's DNA. That's the only way that Christopher and Luke could've both been born with two hearts.'

'But Christopher didn't regenerate when Andrew shot him.'

'Just because he was a little more than half Time Lord I guess didn't give him enough to be able to regenerate. Again, that's more of a question that the Doctor would have to answer.'

'He was better at answering questions when I thought he was just an eccentric but human scientist. Now that he's not hiding the fact that he's the Doctor, he spends a lot of his time tinkering in the TARDIS and less time actually talking to us.'

'That doesn't sit real well with you, does it?'

'I think he's just trying to give me some space to deal with things.'

A thought crossed Harry's mind. 'If you know the truth now, why did he bother to come into headquarters this morning?'

Sarah shrugged, 'UNIT still pays the bills. I think he also had some questions of his own that he wanted answered.'

'Like what?'

'Like who would've had access to my files when Andrew finally lost it? It was someone at UNIT that told him that I had been genetically altered and that Christopher wasn't human. He's making it his mission to find out who it was. And to make sure that all of our files are sealed in the future.'

'He could've found that out long before now. All of your files are classified, but he has the clearance.'

'He never knew what triggered Andrew. When I got my memories back, we were able to talk about it.'

Harry took a sip of his drink before a thought occurred to him. 'So, what happens next? We both know that normally the Doctor has never stayed in one place very long. This whole "playing human" thing has kept him here for almost twenty years. I bet he's just itching to get back to his travels.'

Sarah finished the last of her drink. 'I'm trying not to think about it right now. I don't want to essentially stick my head in the sand, but I'm having enough issues just processing the past, I can't even begin to think about the future yet.'

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