A/N: Earlier on I stated that this was now a month after Anna started working at Waterloo Road but now I think it would be better if she had been working there longer.

Also, I wanted to write scenes around Christmas and this would be easier if I didn't have to fill a huge gap in - between October and Christmas.

Therefore I am saying that three months pass in - between the start of the school year and Brett's acident. This is taking place at end of November/ start of December.

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It was now a matter of telling Brett the truth.

He deserved to know.

Plus Anna wanted to be able to call him her son and to treat him fully as her son.

She decided to try and tell him as soon as possible.

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After her talk with Tom, Anna went back to where Brett was, intending to talk to him, but she found him asleep.

He didn't wake until the next morning.

'Hey Honey,' she whispered as he woke up.

'Aunt Anna,' he returned, 'You stayed all night?'

Before she could answer, the nurse came in.

'How's the patient feeling?' she asked sympathetically.

Brett nodded, 'Hmm, better.'

'We'll have to give you the once over but you should be able to go home today.'

'That's great,' beamed Anna, 'Isn't it Brett?'

Brett agreed and the nurse continued, 'You have two visitors,'

The curtain pulled back and Roger and Celia entered as the nurse left.

Anna realised that she should inform Brett's 'father' what she was planning on telling the young man.

'Hey Roger?'

'Yes?' he sighed exasperatedly.

'Can I have a word?'

'Yes all right.' he agreed, following her out of the cubicle and down the hall where they could talk in private.

'So?' he prompted.

'I know you're probably not going to take this well, but I want to tell Brett that I'm his mother.'

After a moment of silence, Roger crossed his arms against his chest and looked at her seriously.

'Um... say something please,' Anna said waving her hand in front of his face.

'Right,' he started, 'I know when you first moved here, I wasn't too happy about it and I kind of freaked out at you...'

'Yeah you did,' she snorted.

He gave her a silencing glare and continued,' But I've had time to think about it.'

'And what do you have to say about it? I mean - this is something I really want to do and I will do it but I thought I'd best talk to you about it first.' she told him.

'I've thought quite a bit about what would be best for Brett and I suppose he ought to know who his real parents are. Particularly since he has one parent who loves him very much and wants to care for him.'

'So you don't mind if I tell him?' she asked excitedly.

'Well I'll admit it will be hard for me not to think of him as my son...' he said.

'Roger, I know you'll be worried about losing him, but I'm sure Brett will always still see you as his father. You've raised him for 16 years and he won't forget all about that. And it'll take him a while to adjust to things, he might not even accept me as his mother and he'll probably stay living with you.'

As Anna spoke, Roger had a lot running through his head.

He and Anna had had their differences, mainly over Brett, but Roger decided it was time to put all of that behind them.

It was time that they had a proper brother and sister relationship and put the past behind them.

He told her this and she agreed.

This was how Roger and Anna fixed their relationship and became closer again.

They spent a while talking before coming to a conclusion:

Anna would tell Brett about his parentage as soon as she found a time she thought fitting.

Roger admitted that he thought it was better for Brett if he knew Anna was his mother, since Anna could he a good parent and Brett was old enough to know the truth.

'We should be getting back to Celia and Brett,' decided Anna.

'Yeah, we should,' he said, 'And remember - you can tell Brett whenever you think is best.'

'Yeah,' she said, clearly a bit nervous now she was closer to telling the truth to Brett, and learning his reaction.

'Hey - you'll be fine. Brett'll be fine about it, just tell him when you think is best.' Roger offered.

'Thanks Roge,' she said with a weak smile.

Soon the truth would be unearthed.

Soon all would be out in the open.