"Course not." His reaction was immediate, if somewhat confused. No, they'd know if they pissed one another off. A broken plate leading to a broken nose and furiously good sex after he'd come back from the ER..

No. No that wasn't real. That wasn't his life, wasn't the life he'd shared with Sara and Mick sucks in a breath. He'd never raced home to find her floating in the pool wearing nothing but sunglasses and a smile. He'd never held her in his arms and felt like for the first time in ages he was finally home.

"'s not you," he rumbles, dropping his gaze to his coffee. "Think something went a little off the last time the Time Masters got a hold of me." Because that's what it has to be, right? Why he remembers things that no one else does?