"I know this wasn't the way we planned things." the Doctor said as he and Sarah walked down the hall to spend their first night as husband and wife together.

"Anyone can make plans. Plans can be dull. And that's one thing no one can ever say about us. We're definitely not dull." Sarah said, looking up into her husband's deep blue eyes.

"You my love are amazing! We may not be able to have a proper honeymoon, but we can have an amazing first night together." He swept Sarah up in his arms.

When the Doctor opened the door to their room the first thing Sarah saw was rose petals scattered all over the bed. As well as quite a few vases of roses throughout the room. The room was lit only by candlelight. "I can't believe you did this. I love you Doctor." Sarah said as she kissed him.

"I love you my Sarah. Don't you know? I would do anything for you Sarah, anything." The Doctor set Sarah down on the side of the large bed and closed the door. He would make this a night that neither would ever forget.

In the other reality, the ninth Doctor and his Sarah had made it through a relaxing evening and a faith restoring night. They both met in the kitchen for breakfast, each falling back into their morning stride and echoing their previous selves of many years ago. As they sat at the table enjoying their meal, each were lost in the thought of all the day may or may not bring. For Sarah's part she had spent a large amount of time this morning and the night before, praying that the Doctor would see something that she had missed, anything that would enable him to find their daughter.

The Doctor, for his part was attempting to clear his mind…unsuccessfully. He needed to be in the moment when it came time to look into Sarah's mind, but all he could think of was the multitude of enemies that would give anything to torment him. Sarah had lost so much because of him, he wouldn't let her lose their daughter as well. Feeling the building tension in the room, he said, "So how are you feeling Sarah?"

"I'm…well…I don't know, nervous, excited and at the same time dreading your gaze into my mind. I know it has to be done and God knows I've replayed it a million times myself but…" Sarah said, rising from the table and now nervously pacing.

"But it's one thing to think about it and another thing to relive it, which is what I'll be making you do." the Doctor stated, rising from his seat and encircling Sarah with his arms. When she didn't pull away he added, "I'll be as quick as I can. Hopefully we'll garner something we didn't know before, a detail however small, might give us a clue in the direction to take."

"So you still think there's hope?" Sarah asked, leaning into his embrace. This was the first time since the baby had been taken that Sarah had allowed herself to hope. It would be so easy just to fall back into the Doctor's world. As easy as she found herself falling now into his arms, and if she were honest with herself, falling back in love.

"Of course there's hope." he answered stroking her back, feeling the tension in Sarah's back begin to diminish. "When do you want to begin?" As soon as the question left his lips, he felt Sarah's body go rigid, preparing for war. A war he hoped to win.

"There's no sense in putting it off. Here or somewhere else?" she said stepping back, drawing her emotional boundaries.

"How about the library?" the Doctor said, smiling encouragingly while taking her hand in his and turning towards the door.

"The library it is." Sarah said, as she allowed him to lead the way.

As they walked through the doors and into the library, Sarah wondered how many other times they had performed this exact ritual. Only in the past it was generally at the end of one of their long and trying adventures, not the beginning of one. They both found this room was one that had a tendency to recharge their overwrought batteries. Now Sarah hoped this room would give her the strength she needed to see what the Doctor needed to see to get their daughter back.

All but lost in his own thoughts, the Doctor looked to Sarah to see her staring into the fire, steeling herself for what she knew was coming. "Ready?" he asked her simply.

Sarah turned to face him and quietly answered, "Yes."

The Doctor took Sarah's hand and led her to the long ottoman directly in front of the fire and indicated that they should sit. "All right, we've been here before. All you have to do is relax." he said watching Sarah. "Oh, and breathe, breathing is always good." he finished with a smile, bringing one to Sarah as she realized she'd been holding her breath. Reaching forward he kissed her forehead and placed both hands on her temples.

Suddenly Sarah found she was no longer in the Tardis' library but instead she was at her Aunt Lavinia's house in the guest bathroom. It was cold and she shivered. She briefly glanced in the mirror and wondered how someone could look so pale and yet so flushed at the same time. It didn't matter she told herself, she had to think of the baby and in spite of her circumstances and surroundings she was excited to hold her baby and begin the task of raising her daughter. She pulled the fuzzy pink bathrobe around herself tighter and opened the door. She looked to the bed where less than three minutes ago she had placed her daughter only to find it empty.

Sarah's mind raced. She went from feeling an exhausted bliss to sheer and utter panic in record time. Unsteady on her feet she launched herself off the bathroom door and headed for the wall across from her. From there she held onto the wall, willing it to hold her up and headed for the hallway. As she entered the hallway, she heard a rustling noise in the living room. She slid along the wall and reached the staircase. "Please help me Lord." she said softly as she gripped the railing, willing her tired legs to descend the staircase.

As she reached the bottom she noticed something that she never took into account before, a smell and a taste. It was a metal tang of sorts. What was that? It didn't matter, her objective was close now. The sound had come from the living room which was immediately in front of her. There were three beings standing there with their backs to her. No, not beings Sarah realized as she recognized the robes and headpieces. They were Time Lords. They had a slight glow around them, Sarah realized. Sarah had seen the intricate robes and headpieces in a book once in the Tardis library. She had asked the Doctor about it then and he had said the insignia and colors indicated that they were worn by the High Council of Gallifrey. The old wooden steps let out a squeak as she stepped of the last step and the group turned as one.

The man on the left was tall with a long narrow face and a very prominent nose. On the far right was a man slightly taller than his counterpart on the far left. He had thin lips and gave the appearance that the disapproving look on his face was one he wore often.

The man in the middle held Sarah's attention more than the other two. He was the one holding her newborn baby. He was a short squat of a man who was glaring harshly at her baby as he struggled to hold onto the thrashing infant.

Sarah staggered to the open door frame of the living room and yelled, "What are you doing?"

The Time Lord on the far left said, "Taking her where she belongs." The baby with obvious fear in her voice belted out a scream.

Before the last word had left the Time Lord's mouth Sarah had jumped forward towards the group but to no avail. They were gone. In the blink of an eye, they were gone. Nothing was left behind with the exception of the metal tang, stronger now and the blanket that once had surrounded her newborn infant. Sarah collapsed to the floor.

Then as quickly as it began it was over and Sarah found herself in the Tardis' library again. But her mind and body were refusing to catch up. She could hear herself screaming a primal almost animalistic scream of pain and loss.

Seeing Sarah's heartbreak through her memories was one of the most difficult things the Doctor had ever done. But seeing it firsthand, here in the present was devastating. He would make them pay. When he found the ones that hurt her and their daughter, he would make them pay dearly. He scooped a struggling Sarah up from where she had retreated on the floor and placed her on a nearby couch. "Sarah?" he tried but she was incoherent and inconsolable. "Sarah…Sarah it's over. We're in the Tardis…the Tardis. Can you hear me?" Slowly he could see the recognition begin to form in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm so very sorry that I had to put you through that." he said in earnest.

For her part, Sarah felt as if she had just lived through it all yet again. She could still feel the way the baby felt in her arms. She could still see her cherub face. But she had to remind herself that was over 36 years ago. She was no longer a baby, if she was even still alive. And with that thought Sarah broke down and cried anew. But this time a quiet lost cry.

The Doctor moved to her side in a second and held her. "Sarah, I want you to listen to me. There is hope. Do you hear me? There is hope." He kissed the top of her head as she raised it.

Did she hear him correctly? "You learned something?" she asked with a faith in him she wasn't sure existed anymore.

"Yes." His mind was already revved up to give her all the technical details behind his theories but looking into her eyes decided that this wasn't the time to go on one of his technobabble rants. Instead he explained as simply as he could, knowing she was close to her breaking point. "Let's start off with the smell and taste in the air. Do you remember that?"

"Yes, but I didn't really register it before today." Sarah replied quietly.

"That's because of me I'm afraid. I kind of turned up your senses so we wouldn't miss anything." the Doctor admitted solemnly.

"Does it mean anything? Is it a clue? Who took her and where…?" Sarah began as a floodgate of questions started to pour forth.

"Hold on, I'm still working on it." He could see disappointment creep over Sarah's face. "One thing at a time. First off the metallic tang is a teleport exchange. And that screams Sontarans." The Doctor was on his feet throwing his hands in the air and pacing. "Second there was a subtle glow around them and not just the group but around each individual. Did you see it?" he asked stopping in front of Sarah.

"I did this time. Why was there a glow around each Time Lord?"

"Not each Time Lord, around each individual wanting you to believe they were Time Lords. And third, the insignia on their robes."

"What about it?" Sarah asked confused. To her they looked exactly like the symbols she'd seen in a picture in the book.

"The symbols on the Time Lords robes, should have been the seals of the chapters that each of them belonged to." the Doctor said as he continued to pace.

"But they weren't."

"No, they weren't. The three that they were pretending to be weren't from the same chapter. The one on the far left was supposed to be Hedin he was a friend who would never do this. The one in the middle was supposed to be Engin. Still not sure if I would call him a friend, sent me into the Matrix once. Anyway…the one on the right was pretending to be Lord Gomer, more of an acquaintance than a friend."

"If they were pretending to be the Time Lords you said, how would I know what those particular Time Lords look like?" Sarah asked, her investigative mind coming back into focus.

"The same way you knew that it was a Gallifreyan symbol on the robes. You saw that one particular symbol as well as a picture of them in a book." He reached over to a nearby table and picked up a book that had been discarded long ago. He opened the book and gave it to Sarah.

On the left page was a picture of a single Gallifreyan robe and headpiece with the exact symbol Sarah had seen at her aunts so long ago. On the right page was a picture of three men from the shoulders up. It was the same three men that had taken her daughter. "So what are you saying? They read my mind to come up with this?" Sarah asked confused.

"Yes."

"But…"

"Sarah let me try to explain. During the pregnancy did you ever worry that the Time Lords might try and take the baby if they found out about it?"

Yes, but…" Sarah started only to be interrupted.

"That's why they appeared as Time Lords. It would have been all the same if you had been worried that the Cybermen or the Daleks would have taken the baby as soon as it was born." Seeing her trying to follow along and knowing after everything she went through she needed to rest he decided to cut to the chase. "They read your mind. Whatever you expected to be there was what you would have seen."

"But why didn't they just appear as themselves. It's not as if I had the ability to go off after them." Sarah was trying to keep up but found she was exhausted.

"They weren't taking any chance that you might someday run into me. By telling me that the Time Lords took our daughter they figured that was that. There was no way that I could get her back. What they didn't figure was that between your eye for details and my ability to be there as you remembered it, that we would figure it out."

"But why, why would they take our daughter?" Sarah asked with the smallest of a hitch in her voice. She'd had run-ins with the Sontarans herself but it seemed so farfetched to think they'd go after her child in particular.

"You know the Sontarans have always had it out for me. But what you don't know is that they weren't allowed to fight in the Time War. The Time Lords decided they were too unpredictable. You'd never knew one minute to the next whose side they were fighting on. That didn't go over well at all. They live for war and we had the biggest and they weren't allowed to fight in it. There have been countless other times I've defeated them. But very recently I had a run-in with one Sontaran in particular, a General Ploket. He went to great strides to try to eliminate me. Come on," he said reaching for Sarah's hand as he led her out of the library, "I'll tell you why I think he might be involved and what happened when I met him and then you can get some much needed rest."

Sarah began to stop and open her mouth but the Doctor stopped in mid stride and said, "Don't even tell me you're not emotionally and physically exhausted. I know better. Remember, I've been in that beautiful head of yours." he finished with a smile, wrapping his arm tighter around her shoulder.

"All right, I'll go along with it this time." Then said under her breath, "Only because you're right."

The Doctor pretended not to hear as he walked her to her bedroom. "So, ready for a story?"

"Sure. What's it about?"

"This is the story of two realities, two Doctors, one Master and two Tardis' full of companions." And with that he began his explanation of his last adventure and meeting General Ploket and the Master as well as another Doctor and 'his' Sarah Jane Smith.

Morning arrived quickly in the Tardis with a baby on board. Sarah and the Doctor arose for the baby's six AM feeding. With the euphoria of the wedding still fresh and the discovery of their new housemate they were still going on pure adrenaline. They both had attended the baby's multiple nighttime feedings with joy. Now that morning had arrived however it was clear to both that they had a problem. They needed to find where this baby belonged. Unfortunately the Doctor thought, the baby appeared to be theirs. But how?

As he watched Sarah rock the baby in its newfound nursery an idea occurred to him. The romper, the pink romper. In all the hullaballoo that came with her arrival he had forgotten about the one piece of evidence she came with. Well, her arrival wasn't the only thing that shut down his ever logical mind. He also had his mind as it ever was on Sarah, Sarah and their wedding night. Their wedding night in spite of everything had turned out rather perfect he thought, if he did say so himself.

"What?" Sarah asked blushing as she watched her new husband's face. He had gone from his usual trying to figure everything out look to a look that she could only guess was a review of last night's activities. And from the smile on his face, it wasn't the part of last night when they fed the baby.

"I was just…never mind what I was just." he started and then cleared his throat and changed the subject. "I'm going to analyze that outfit we found her in last night. That is if you're okay with her." He smiled at the perfect picture the pair made.

"Yes, we're fine. Aren't we little one?" Sarah said as she lifted the baby to her shoulder to burp her. "Go on, I know you're anxious to figure this out. We'll be in soon. Well, one of us will anyway. I think she'll go down for a nap after this."

"See you soon then," he said as he started to leave and then popped his head back around the door frame and finished, "wife."

"I love you too husband." Sarah said with a smile prompting the Doctor to come back in and kiss her gently before turning to go.

Sarah carefully laid the baby in her arms and told her, "What are we going to do with him?" The baby looked up at her and cooed. "You're right; we'll have to keep him."

The Doctor entered the Tardis' infirmary and walked over to the scanner where he had left the baby's pink outfit. He picked it up and looked at it. It looked no different to him than any other piece of clothing. However, putting it to his nose he detected a metallic tang. Raising his eyebrows, he ran his Sonic Screwdriver over the outfit and said one word aloud, "Teleport."

Walking in the infirmary carrying a baby monitor, Sarah asked, "Teleport?" When she didn't get a response she walked up behind the Doctor and tapped him on the shoulder and repeated again, "Teleport?"

He turned around with a look of confusion on his face. "Sorry Sarah, I didn't hear you come in. What?"

"I said, for the third time, teleport. What do you mean and what are you talking about?" she answered, realizing that she could probably do with a nap herself before she allowed the tetchiness that was trying to overtake her to seep into her voice.

"Smell this." the Doctor said placing the pink romper under Sarah's nose. "What do you smell?"

"Fabric softener and…" she said as she smelled and then could smell something else. Something she couldn't quite place but something that definitely shouldn't be on an article of a baby's clothing. "There's something else. What is that?" Sarah wrinkled up her nose and rubbed her hand back and forth across her nose in an attempt to rid herself of the smell.

"It's the smell of teleportation. She was teleported here. And if I know my smells and I do, she was transported here by the Sontarans."

"The Sontarans? Why would the Sontarans teleport a baby, a baby with our DNA inside Unit?" Sarah asked waving her arms in the air.

The Doctor could see that Sarah was getting aggravated and he couldn't blame her. "Listen," he said as he placed an arm around her shoulders and led her toward the door, "why don't you go take a nap before the baby wakes up and I'll do some investigating that only I can do?"

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" Sarah looked up into his shining blue eyes.

"Never, and I mean never ever." he said as he stopped and turned her around gently cupping her chin in his hands. "I just need to do a more thorough scan that's going to take several hours and unfortunately for me," he stopped and pointed to himself, "there's nothing at this very minute for you to do."

"Why is that unfortunate for you?" Sarah asked with a tired smile on her face.

"Because this is supposed to be our honeymoon and we're not going to be together every second of it. If you can call staying at Unit with a baby and investigating how we acquired the said baby that is." he finished with a frown.

"Don't worry about our honeymoon." she began as she looked up into the Doctor's face with what she hoped was an encouraging smile. "What are you always saying? Time is relative. We have the rest of our lives for a honeymoon. Besides, when have we ever passed up a chance to solve a mystery? And this is one sweet little precious mystery sleeping in the nursery. You're right; this is something only you and the Tardis can do. So I'm going to do something I can do and take a nap before the little princess wakes up. I love you!" she said and pulled him down by his scarf to give him a passionate kiss.

"I love you too my Sarah!" he said as he nuzzled into her hair inhaling the sweet scent of her hair before giving the top of her head a kiss.

Sarah turned back one last time and smiled at the Doctor. 'How did I ever get so lucky', she thought and left the infirmary?

The Doctor turned around with a smile on his face thinking the exact same thoughts. "Now, back to you." he said to the romper he'd left lying on the scanner. He spread it out a bit more carefully then went to the controls and entered a few new variables he hadn't thought to enter before and started the scan. As he stood staring at the scanner the phone in his pants pocket rang. He pulled it out and said, "Hello?"

"Doctor," the Brigadier began, "do you still have your little guest?"

"Yes, we do."

"Any idea where she came from yet?" he asked in a matter of fact way.

"Yes and no." the Doctor said smiling. He knew the Brigadier wanted more but decided since he had time to kill he'd make the Brigadier drag it out of him.

"Doctor I realize this is just another problem for you to solve and just another everyday occurrence. However with the Averians and the Master just weeks behind us, I was hoping the Earth as well as Unit could have just a small amount of downtime. Time where we weren't invaded!" he finished getting louder as the conversation went on. Realizing it wasn't exactly the Doctor's fault he began again, quieter this time, "If we have aliens popping in and out of our base Doctor, who are they and when can we expect them again? We need to secure the base. I realize this is officially your honeymoon Doctor, but you 'are' still Unit's scientific advisor and I need some answers." The Brigadier slammed his hand down on his desk.

'It sounds like everyone could do with a nap', the Doctor thought. "My dear Brigadier, the Earth is not under attack. As far as aliens sneaking onto the base, I don't think that will be happening again. I believe that whoever brought the baby was here to simply drop her off, if they even set foot here at all. I don't believe they'll be coming back again. My preliminary investigation of the baby's romper indicates she was brought here by teleport. A teleport used by the Sontarans. I'm attempting to do a more thorough scan of the garment now and see if I can pick up a specific signature to a specific Sontaran." the Doctor said scratching his head of unruly curls.

"But Doctor you said the Sontarans are a clone race. Doesn't that mean they're all identical?" the Brigadier asked confused.

"Normally, yes. But I've discovered a few have been doing some genetic, shall we say improvements on themselves. The Sontaran High Command scientists have been hiring a few disreputable doctors to find ways to bring genetically modified Sontarans into the world the old fashioned way. They feel that by doing this the new Sontaran offspring can be raised with a superior set of ideals. They are trained in subterfuge and war in a more intense way than any Sontaran before." He blew out a breath and started again, "Let's not forget what that despicable Shable did to Sarah. That was a Sontaran that she was carrying!" He looked down, grateful that the Brigadier couldn't see the tears forming in his eyes. He would never forgive or forget all that was done to Sarah and all of his friends.

The Brigadier didn't need to see the Doctor to know his old friend was beyond upset at what was done to Sarah. As bad as he and the others had it on that hellish planet, Sarah had suffered the most. "Doctor," the Brigadier started more gently this time, "if you say we have nothing to worry about, then that's good enough for me. Now, is there anything any of us can do to help you and Sarah?"

The Doctor smiled. Sarah was right, they had wonderful friends. "Thank you Alistair but right now there's nothing any of us can do till this scan finishes. I'll let you know the results as soon as I can. Is there anything else?"

"No Doctor, I think what you're dealing with is quite enough right now. I will be in my office all day." the Brigadier finished with a smile, quite content now that he didn't have to put the base on alert.

"I'll talk to you later then. Goodbye Brigadier." he said and hit the end button on the phone. "He worries too much." he said to himself as he shook his head. After all it was just a baby. How much trouble could that cause?

Author's Note: 8 chapters to go. As always reviews are greatly appreciated. I would also like to give a special thank you to review 'Hello'. I appreciate the encouragement.