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Disclaimer: Yep, still nothing of value, and still don't own anything of any TV shows

A/N: I have no idea about the adoption process so if anything is wrong I apologise

Thomas Jones stared at his computer screen, he had long since filled in the requisite information and now the cursor sat on the 'send' button, unknowingly taunting his cowardice. To distract himself he clicked on to his iTunes, none of the music that shuffled seemed to fit his mood, the 'melancholy' playlist was well, too melancholy. He told himself that he would make a 'general malaise' playlist, but not today, he had more important things to do and this was just another form of displacement activity, along with putting all his DVDs in the right cases and then organising them in alphabetical order. He reached for his packet of cigarettes, futilely hoping that it would help to calm his nerves and he was disappointed to find that the packet was empty, but on the upside it gave him an excuse to get out of his apartment and hopefully clear his mind.

This whole saga had begun nearly 10 years ago, on his 16th birthday to be precise, his parents Mark and Louise had told him over breakfast that day that they had some important news, he feared that it would be that they were divorcing as their fights had become more vociferous and frequent, but no, they told him that he was adopted. The news hit him like a cannonball to the stomach, he could tell there were some differences to his older sister but he assumed they were just because he took more after his dad than his mum.

He only told one person in the following years, his closest friend and confidante, Phil Jenkins, they had been friends since the first day of primary school, and had been close ever since despite the fact that they went to different schools and had briefly lost touch after Thomas was sent to a boarding school in Derbyshire, and only met again by chance when they discovered that they were next door neighbours in halls at university, despite the fact that they were doing very different courses, Phil was studying Sociology and Thomas computer science.

After leaving uni he moved into an apartment that was technically part of his parents house in Kensington, but was also its own separate living space. This was the perfect compromise as it was only a short tube ride from his work and meant that he didn't have to pay the sky high rent for a place of his own on his meagre wages. He enjoyed his job and especially the interest generated when he mentioned he worked for the BBC in Television Centre, but he also failed to mention that it was only as a junior researcher and the only time he saw anyone famous was if one of the newsreaders walked past his office window.

Another perk of living where he did was that he only had to contribute a small amount of his wages for food and the bills as his electricity, gas and water were all connected to the main house, it allowed him to indulge his twin passions of motorsport and technology. Just the week before he had been sent to New York to research an upcoming programme, and happily for Thomas it coincided with the launch of the iPad, thankfully had had done all the work he needed to in the first 3 days of the trip which meant he could camp outside the flagship Apple store in Times Square for 36 hours and was rewarded by being third in the queue.

Despite trying to fill the void in his life with his gadgets he longed to know who his birth mother was, and he had heard from an acquaintance at work about a website which aims to put adoptees in touch with their birth parents, and it was the send button on this particular website that was taunting him so.

Please R&R