I know, I know, I should be writing for PoaS or WoA, but the muses were bouncing around inside my head with this one.

Full summary

A piece of alien tech de-ages Jack to an 11-year old and sends him back in time, to Kings Cross Station, London, 1971. He has fake memories of his life as James Potter, and grows up in Hogwarts, married Lily, and all the things James Potter would've done. He goes back to his own time after the first time he was killed, and only a day passed there. He believes it all to be a figment of his imagination, but when a teenager looking just like him gets attacked by a weevil, he starts to doubt his past decisions. Janto, Towen, past Jily.

I was sitting in my office, pretending to do paperwork, but really I was thinking of Lily, Remus, Sirius, and Harry. He would have been 15 today. It hurt to think that my family (the magical one) didn't exist. I had had such good times with the Marauders. Pranking, playing Quidditch, unsuccessfully wooing Lily. Lily...

"Stop it Jack! Stop grieving over people that never existed! It was all just a figment of your imagination!" I thought to myself. And yet it was so hard to let go of the life I had there, just being Jack Potter. No world on my shoulders, no waiting for the Doctor, just a war and a son that was a major target for a mastermind terrorist. Not an easy life, but certainly an easier life than the one I had led before.
Suddenly a call from Tosh broke me out of my reminiscing.


"Jack? You're going to want to see this." Tosh yelled from her desk. She had been reviewing the CCTV footage from the night before, and in a warehouse by the docks she'd seen something.

"Yeah, Tosh? What'd you find?" Jack leant over her shoulder, looking at the screen in front of them.
The footage from the night before showed a teenager, looking to be around 14 years old, fighting off a weevil in an empty storage building. The kid was losing badly, and as they watched, the weevil grabbed the boy around the neck, biting at one of his shoulders.

"Shit! Why didn't we get an alert?" Jack yelled, running for the lift. "Owen, Ianto, you're coming with me. Tosh, tell me where that is."

"Jack, wait. There's more." Tosh called him back.
He turned back towards the computer, watching.
The weevil had stopped abruptly, dropping the boy and running off. If it could have, Jack would have sworn that it looked disgusted.

"What? Weevils don't just abandon their prey. Can you zoom in on the kid?" Jack asked.

"No, I can't. It's an old camera, and the only one in the room. This was around midnight last night, in that old fish freezer house by the docks. He's still there, I checked the current footage. Since it was only 8 hours ago, he might still be alive, but he'll most definitely need serious medical help if he is. Go!"

When Jack, Ianto and Owen arrive at the warehouse, the teenager was lying in a pool of his own blood. His shoulder and neck were bleeding profusely, his face was covered in blood and his left wrist was bent at an unnatural angle, but he was still alive.

"Whoa." Owen swore. "This kid's stubborn. Most people his age would be dead by now." Kneeling down next to him, the medic started to clean him up.
"Deep bite wound in the right shoulder, shallower wound on the right side of the neck, and claw marks on the left shoulder, all from the Weevil. Bad cut on the back of the head, presumably from falling on the concrete. Left wrist broken, and- That's weird. He's got finger-shaped bruises all 'round his neck, like he was strangled, and a gash over his eye, looks like it was made by a knife. Weevils don't need knives, and they don't strangle either. These are more human-inflicted injuries." Owen reported through his comm. set, as much for his own benefit as for the girls back at the Hub.

"Maybe he was attacked? By a gang, I mean. And hid inside the warehouse and then the weevil found him." Tosh offered.

"Good idea, love. He's also severely malnutritioned , and I'm surprised that he could hold off that weevil, with how weak he is overall." Said Owen, finished bandaging the shoulder and neck wounds and started to scan the kid.

"Damn. He's also got multiple badly healed bones, old untreated burns, lacerations & scars on his back and chest, a weak heart, and one of his hands has been crushed and wasn't treated at all." Owen continued.

Gwen gasped over the comms.
"How old is that boy? How could someone do that to him?"

"Looks to be around 13 to 14, but it wouldn't surprise me if he was 15. That's not all. These injuries aren't just recent. The oldest is approx. 10 years old, one of the breaks in his arm, and the most recent, besides the ones I treated just now, is a deep cut on his right wrist, about a month old. I'd say he had a shitty home life, really shitty, and ran away. The strangling and the knifing could have after he ran away, or the reason he did."

Just then Ianto and Jack returned with an unconscious weevil.

"Thing had the sense, or lack of it, to stay in the docks. An easy capture. How's the kid?" Jack said.

"I patched him up, but he will need surgery. I'd hand him over to the hospital, but they'd probably give him back to his family, or whoever housed him for the past 10 years." Owen replied.

"You say that as if it's bad thing." Ianto said, going over to have a look at the young man.

"Well it is a bad thing. If he stayed with those people much longer, he'd-"

"Jack.' Ianto's voice was strained. "Come and have a look at this."

"What is, Yan? "Replied Jack, going over to where Ianto and the boy were, Owen following.

"Look at Jack." Ianto told Owen.

"Okay..." Said Owen, doing just so.

"Now look at the kid."

"What the hell?" Owen said.

"That's not possible." Jack said sharply, amazed as the others were, for the child looked just like him. Same hair, same face, same everything. Owen had not noticed until now, because he had been concerned with his injuries, but the boy was an exact replica of Jack, only younger.
As if notified of their wonder, the boy awoke, hazy emerald eyes looking about until they rested on Jack's face, shocked.

"Athair? Ydw mi marbh?"
And he dropped straight back to unconsciousness.

"Take him back to the Hub. Owen, you can operate on him there." Jack commanded. The tone in his voice made Ianto and Owen obey immediately. Bundling the kid & the weevil into the SUV, Ianto took the wheel.

"So, Harkness. Didn't know you had kids. Though with all the sleeping around you used to do, I shouldn't be surprised." Owen remarked.
Jack was too caught up in his own thoughts to reply.


Athair - dad Scottish Gaelic

Ydw - am Welsh

Mi - I Scottish Gaelic

Marbh - dead Scottish Gaelic

I know you're all really confused. But I promise that all will be explained in the next chapter or the one after that.

Also, the name I have for this fic right now doesn't fit right. If any of you can think up a better one, and I like it, I may use it.