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Chapter 1

"Look to the stars," he had whispered in my ear, "because I promise that I am always somewhere out there."

It was a promise he had made oh so many years ago. A promise that I still trust and hope to be true. He had left me on the doorstep of a house on the outskirts of New York City when I was a year old. It was the home of Susan and Thomas Clark, a couple who couldn't have a child of their own. He had put me in blue wooden cradle with my name carved into the side, I had watched him make it, and slid an envelope on top with instructions on top. They would never know it was my name on the side of the cradle, to them it just looked like intricate circles, but I knew it was my name written in Gallifreyan. The instructions in the envelope were as follows: I was to never be taken to the doctor, hospital, etc., never to be given aspirin, and given the gift inside of the box that would arrive the next day when I turned eight. The gift was in another box my father had carved for me with his name, my mother's name, and my name carved into the lid. Inside on a silk pillow lay a telescope that he had found somewhere in the TARDIS, but had made the engravings himself. The interior of the box took my breath away when I did get to finally open it: so much thought had been put into the exact layout of the rich velvet within.

The December air nipped harshly at my cheeks and nose making them flush pink with cold. My breath billowed in small huffs, the lights from beyond revealing the moisture clouds in front of my eyes. A deep royal blue wool hat on my head did next to nothing to warm my ears. I rubbed my hands together then replaced my mittens. Even though winter had just begun, it was already quite fierce.

My birth name is James Theodore Calum Tyler-Smith, and I am 9 years, 11 months, 6 days, 12 hours, and 54 minutes old. I was given the name Thomas Clark by my adoptive parents. My mum died when I was three months old, I haven't seen my dad since I was a year old, and I am a Time Lord. I remember everything that happened that tragic day; my dad shouldn't have been there, but it's a good thing he was. There had been blood, lots of it, metal men had come from the ground, and buildings were collapsing. Everyone had been petrified, except for my mum. She hid me and told me she loved me, her precious pup she had called me. I also remember my father finding me where my mum had hidden me, in a cabinet under the stairs. He had looked terrified with blood on his arms, but once he saw me moisture coated his eyes. Tears began to fall when he read the letter that was tucked underneath my basket. It had been raining that day. What events happened that day still escape me. However, what I can't remember no matter how hard I try is the sound of his voice. Show me a picture, sure I can remember it's my dad, but play me a clip of him talking and I wouldn't be able to tell you.

A chilly wind shoots straight through me again, giving me another not so subtle reminder of where I am. I shiver, not only from the cold, which doesn't bother me much since my body temperature is already quite low, but also from recalling the scary emotions of that day. The New York City skyline glitters against the pitch black drop of midnight silhouetting my skinny frame against the hill I'm standing on. With a sigh, I take off my glasses and raise my bronze telescope to the stars once again. Intricate symbols swirl under my fingertips as I make a broad sweep of the sky: wonder, stars, home, son, and family. Each of them translated in my head instantly. Underneath them, my name is engraved into a plaque of Luzierian bronze. All of them written out in Gallifreyan.

Through the glass of my telescope I spot some planets from this solar system like, Neptune or Jupiter, but also planets from the Sexton Quadrant like Turbleon. However there's no blue police box, no TARDIS, just the stars and planets from the Milky Way and beyond. Yet another day comes and goes without any sign of home, or at least my home with my dad. My tufty brown hair begins to peak over the barrier of my hat. With an annoyed sigh I tuck my telescope back into its stand to try and stick the fringes back under the edge.

Well, you better get used to it, came a chuckle.

I freeze instantly, looking from the corner of my eye before slowly turning on my heel to look for who had just talked to me. Thomas never followed me out here when I told him I was going to go stargazing.

You're not going to be able to see me. He paused for a moment, Well, I guess you could given the right circumstances.

"Well," I said cautiously, "then where are you?"

I'm in your head, he said amused, it's been a long time since I've been able to talk to you, wait no, and it's been awhile since I've been able to make any direct contact at all. Looks like you've picked up that lovely New York accent as well.

I began to think of who it could be when it spoke again.

Oh James, it laughed wistfully, I would've thought you would remember my voice...

It suddenly clicked in my head, like a piece of a puzzle falling into place, Dad? I asked quietly.

Ah yes my boy, he said with a joyous sigh.

I began to feel relief and happiness, but only one of them were mine. A faint image of a smile crossed my mind. Even though it was faint, I could tell it was broad.

I raised my telescope once more, Well, where are you? I asked using the voice in my head.

I had been so focused on the sky I didn't notice the whirring noise coming from behind me. I also didn't notice a long lean man step out of a blue police box wearing nothing but a brown pinstripe suit and trench coat complete with a pair of well-worn white trainers. He squatted down and rested his hand on one knee.

"Turn around," he said.

I don't know when I dropped my telescope or even crossed the five yards that separated my dad and me. My hat had fallen off as well. I just know that in a flash, I felt myself running straight into his open arms, snagging my fingers into the canvas texture of his trench coat wanting desperately for this to be real. I had always had dreams like this, but whenever I would finally reach him, I would wake up. He returned my enthusiasm with a bone crushing hug. I heard him sniff back the tears that were threatening to overwhelm him.

I nuzzled my head into his shoulder.

"I knew you'd come back," I told him, "You promised."

"That I did James. That I did."

I pulled back to look at his face again, but this time with more detail. His hair was still wild in front, but he looked a bit older, his eyes revealed more strain. Freckles still smattered the front of his face, just like me. His eyes were filled with amazing joy; I could feel his surprise as well about how much we look alike. I knew he saw some of my mum in me as well, the small prick of sadness let me know about that. He reached out and tried to smooth out my wild hair, eventually giving up when he noticed it was just as uncooperative as his own. Wiping a bit of dirt off my cheek with his thumb, he stood extending his hand to me.

"Well James, would you like to go home?" he asked.

"What about the Clarks?" I looked at him confused.

"Let's just say, they're ready to let you go,"

He elaborated when he saw the confused look on my face.

"It was in the letter that I would come get you one day, but I just didn't know when," he looks at me wistfully then ruffles my hair, "now I can finally have my son with me again."

"Well, then what are we standing out here in the cold for?" I throw him a teasing smile; on the inside my whole body is just itching to be inside of the TARDIS once again.

"I know that feeling too," he chuckles, "go on. I'll be in shortly."

"Don't touch-" I didn't catch the last part because I had already torn into the TARDIS and down a random corridor.

I'm home. Not a fake home or a temporary home, I was in MY home.