I walked off the bus, and stepped into freezing Cardiff. The freezing chill shocked me to my bones. I zipped my deep blue jacket up all the way, and leaned down to tie my red trainers. My dirty blond spiked hair whipped in the wind as I walked to the towering chimney structure, the same one I had seen so many years ago. "Hasn't changed a bit." I thought. I let out a long breath just to see the vapor in the air. "James?" a deep voice asked from behind me. I turned to see none other than my mentor, Captain Jack Harkness. "Now is my time to ask him about my parents," I thought as I walked over to where he was standing. "Jack. I have questions. Questions that I think you know the answer to." I said. "Woah kid, isn't your health class supposed to go over that?" he asked jokingly. "No. Jack its about my parents." I said grunting. His face turned solemn, as he let out a sigh. "Well, I guess its about time you knew about your parents. We will talk about it, but not out in the cold. Let's go inside." He said leading me to the Torchwood hidden entrance. **** About five minutes later I was in his office sipping hot chocolate. He walked in with a stern face, and sat in his chair behind his desk. Again he let out a sigh. "Alright. James what I'm about to tell you will be hard to hear, and accept. OK, here we go. James, you look alot like your father. Facial features and your bright green eyes, but you have your mother's hair color, and personality. Your parents were some of my best friends. Your father, had many names. His name he chose when he was a boy, The Detective, and the one he preferred to go by, Thomas. Your father was a, erm, Time Lord. Part of an ancient race that died out long ago in a war. The time war. That's a whole other story, Anyways, he had escaped before they died. That's when he met your mother, Amber. She was just a normal human, until she looked into the time vortex. Her bio-molecular make-up was painfully changed into a timelord's. This process took about three weeks. All of which she was writhing in pain. It was awful." He let out a sad breath, along with the pained face he had on, and then continued, "About two years after that they had you, but sadly shortly after that they came to Earth during a attack. They both were shot by cybermen. Usually, Time lords can regenerate, but if killed during, they remain dead. Your father's last wish was for me to look over you. And so I did until child services came with U.N.I.T. and wiped your memory of your parents and put you in a foster home. They obviously forgot to wipe your memory of me, because you came back here so many times, but that's not relavent. James, you are one of the last of the Time lords, and you need to be careful ok? I have something I have been waiting to give you." He said, and then stood going over to a drawer. Pulling out a wrist band of some sort, and it looked like the same one he had on. Just as he was going to hand to me, a tall, dark haired, skinny bloak in a suit, busted in and said, "Captain Jack Harkness! Are you experimenting with that hand you found! I told you not to, because that would make another Timelord, and I'm assuming you did because I can sense another..." He looked down at me gaping "Timelord," he finished.