Hi everyone. I've hit the bleak part of the holidays and I just want to do something so I decided to post this chapter. (Yes, I know I said I wasn't going to post another chapter for this story but I was bored. Give me a break) Anyway, I will try to keep this quick, so you can get back to reading high quality fics and not trash like mine.

Just to recap, in the last chapter, Lucy Saxon spent some time thinking about her life, the Master and her son that no one knows about. This chapter is when the Doctor finds out about the son.

Oh and just so you know, after some rather abusive reviews, I decided to rewrite the chapters as despite the nasties there were some good points. Even I was having trouble reading my own writing. So hopefully this is better.

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The Doctor walked down the hallway of the old folks home, ignoring the nurses constant chatter. A long time ago, he had made a promise to himself that he wouldn't let anyone else suffer for his mistakes and now he was keeping it. He was going to visit her. The one woman who must have suffered more then he had, at the hands of the Master. Lucy Saxon, now known as Lucinda Jones. For her, it was now 28 years since that fateful day, when she killed the Master. For the Doctor, it was only a few months. For the rest of the world, it was a matter of weeks. He had decided that he needed to make sure she was alright, especially with the incident taking place only a few short weeks ago (for the second time for her). The Nurse was still talking at ninety miles an hour so the Doctor continued to ignore her, that is, until she said something that made him stop in his tracks. The Nurse kept walking, not noticing that the Doctor had stopped.

"But he's a lovely boy and very caring, always coming to see his mum."

the Doctor ran after her and grabbed her arm. "What did you say?" he asked, hoping that he had misheard.

The nurse looked a little confused. "I said he was a lovely boy, unlike my kid." she said.

The Doctor gripped her shoulder. "who?" he asked.

The nurse gave him a funny look. "Mrs Joneses son. I think his names Ianto. he's coming to visit this afternoon."

The nurse turned away and started walking again. The Doctor froze, not sure what to think. If Lucy had a son, then there was a chance that the Master was the father. The nurse stopped at one on the doors and turned back to face him.

"You should had called ahead Mr Smith. Mrs Jones hates it when someone comes and she's not expecting it." she said.

The Doctor nodded and watched as the nurse opened the door and walked in.

"There's someone to see you Mrs Jones." she said.

A voice from inside the room said "Oh. I wasn't expecting anyone till this afternoon.".

The nurse nodded and replied. "Well, I'll send him in then."

she turned and walked into the corridor, gesturing for the Doctor to enter the room. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He had entered a small living room, tastefully arranged with large open windows and creamy walls. sitting on a sofa in the middle of the room was Lucy Saxon, now Lucinda Jones. she looked up smiling. As she saw the Doctor her smile disappeared and was replaced with a look of almost panic.

"You!" she said, spitting the word out as if it tasted bad. "Come to destroy my life again?".

The Doctor shook his head and sat down, ignoring the poisonous look he received from Lucy. He looked her up and down. She hadn't changed much, despite almost 30 years. Her hair was grey and there were a few wrinkles etched into her skin but she was the same woman the Doctor had first seen on the bridge of The Valiant all those years, or months, or weeks ago.

"So, how are you?" he asked hoping to break the ice.

It didn't work. Lucy ignored his question and glared at him. The Doctor sighed fell back into the chair, meeting her gaze. She looked away.

"Why cant you leave me alone? What do you want from me?" she asked.

The Doctor sighed. "I don't want anything from you. I just came to make sure you were ok." he said.

Lucy gave a forced laugh. "it took you nearly 30 years, just to decided to check up on me?" she asked.

The Doctor rolled his eyes, realising that he wasn't going to get anything out of Lucy. Slowly he stood up and walked over a small table by the door. There was a forest of photo frames on it. He picked up the one nearest to him which was probably the newest one. It showed Lucy standing proudly next to a young man. The young man had short, dark hair and dark, knowing eyes. He was around the same height as Lucy and wearing a neat black suit with a white shirt and black tie. The Doctor gritted his teeth and looked around at Lucy who was staring at the wall, ignoring him. He looked back at the photo.

"So…I'm guessing that this is your son." he said.

Behind him, Lucy turned around. With incredible speed, she was up and out of her chair and had snatched the photo away from him. The Doctor picked up another photo. He gave it a quick look before setting it down again.

"How old is he?" he asked.

Lucy was silent. The Doctor looked at her but she looked away.

"He looks around 27 or 28." he said.

Still, Lucy ignored him. Her silence told him everything.

"I think I can guess who his father was." he said.

Lucy dropped the photo to the ground. Swiftly, she reached over and slapped the Doctor.

"You will not go near him!" she hissed in his ear. "Or I swear, I will find you and make you pay for what you did to my husband!".

The Doctor looked shocked as Lucy backed away. Slowly, he took a step backwards, knocking over the items on the table. Cursing, he bent down to pick them up. There were a few photos. Some of Lucy, some of her son and some of them together. There was a small bunch of fake flowers and a locket. Out of curiosity, the Doctor picked it up and turned it over. It was gold in colour and quiet large. On one side, it was engraved with circles and lines. The Doctors heart stopped. It was Gallifraien writing. He held in gently in his hands and looked over at Lucy, who had sat herself down on the sofa again.

"Lucy?" he asked.

She looked up. He held up the locket.

"How long have you had this?"

Lucy looked at it and shrugged. "As long as I can remember. Why?" she said.

The Doctor looked at it again. "Did your husband give it to you?" he asked.

He was hoping that she would nod. She didn't.

"No, I had it before I met him. He liked it though. Got me to wear it all the time."

Inside his head, the Doctor swore in several languages, one of which, was Welsh. Lucy stared at the locket as though, she had never seen it before. She reached out to take it from the Doctor. He pulled it away.

"Can I borrow it?" he asked, hoping that his voice wasn't trembling.

Lucy snatched it out of his hand. "No. you can't." she said, clipping it around her neck.

The Doctor stared at it. Quickly, he grabbed the photos from the floor and dropped them on the table, not noticing a photo of Lucy's son with his current work mates. If he had, he might have been more careful. He backed over to the door, his eyes fixed on Lucy's neck.

"I have to go now." was all he said. Lucy ignored him. He pulled open the door and ran out of the room. Behind him, Lucy looked hard at the locket. It the back of her mind, she could hear words whispered of war and death. She couldn't remember where she had got it or even what was inside it. Her fingers went up to the catch and flicked it open. She paused for a moment before pushing open the flap.

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The Doctor ran down the hall, through reception and out the door, almost hitting the young man coming in the other way. He didn't even look but sidestepped the man and ran towards the car park and the TARDIS.

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Ianto Jones watched the man run towards the car park, shaking his head and smoothing down his suit. It wasn't that strange to see people so glad to leave but he had never seen someone run out of the place. He sighed and walked through the door, ready to see his mother. In the back of his mind, almost unnoticed, was a slightly annoying sound made up of four quick drum beats.

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See if you can guess who Lucy really is. It probably won't suprise you but its fun to guess.