Well, it's a bit choppy and lot's of dialogue, but I'm pretty much almost happy with it. Anyway, here's chapter 4!

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CHAPTER 4

Hayden sobbed loudly in Jack's arms for the majority of the drive to the Hub, the sobs falling into whimpers by the time the car stopped. As quickly as they could, the two men got Hayden into the medical bay where an irritated and concerned doctor was waiting. "What did you do?"

Ianto scowled in response. "We woke up to him screaming and found him in the closet holding this cut." The boy's protests got a bit louder again when he was shifted from Jack's arms to the examination table and Ianto grasped the child's hand in an attempt at comfort.

Owen cleaned the blood away from Hayden's face and peered at the wound. "Hmmm… He had a scar this shape before he changed. Was there a knife or something around? He may have put it there himself."

"No, there wasn't anything," Harkness answered.

"I don't know. The best I can do is bandage it up and run some general scans." Ianto nodded and hurried up the stairs to go make coffee. Jack watched him go, but said nothing.

"I need a consult," Owen mumbled to himself as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"Who's he calling?" Ianto asked, coming back with three mugs of coffee.

"Martha Jones."

"Oh. Must be serious, then."

Jack nodded silently. After a moment, he went on, "I think I might call the Doctor. He probably won't answer, but it could be worth a shot. I mean, he might know more about Hayden's species, right? Maybe he could help…" he trailed off then and Ianto squeezed his hand.

"I think it's a good idea, Sir."

Jack ran up to his office and sat down at his desk, dialing the number that he knew linked to a cell phone in the Doctor's ship. The phone rang once, twice, five times.

"Hello. Oh, answering machine. Right. You know what to do, I suppose. Have at it!"

Jack sighed loudly. He didn't really expect the Doctor to answer. He was probably off saving a planet somewhere. Still, it would have been nice if he had. The phone beeped and Jack cleared his throat quickly. "Doctor, it's Captain Jack. I've got a bit of a problem—not something I think I can really explain over a message machine. Call me back? Thanks." He hung up and put his face in his hands, leaning his elbows up against the desk and the mountain of paperwork that covered it. He took a few deep breaths than pushed himself away to look at all the stuff he had to do. Sadly, he pulled a stack of paper towards him and began to write out reports.

Ianto leaned on the railing and watched Owen talking quietly to Martha.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he heard Owen say. "Could you bring him here, then? Right. Thanks Martha."

"Everything alright, then?" Ianto asked hopefully.

"Yeah. Well, not really, but Martha Jones is bringing her boyfriend in to help as soon as she can."

"Boyfriend?"

"He's a pediatrician."

"Oh, that's good then."

"Uhuh," Owen said absentmindedly.

Ianto jogged down the stairs and looked over at his sleeping son then up at Jack's office. "Do you think he's got through? To the Doctor, I mean."

"Dunno. I'm going to go get some food. Think you can manage to yell if anything else weird happens, Tea-boy?"

Ianto nodded as he walked over to grasp Hayden's hand. He stroked the dark hair and murmured in Welsh as he had before to comfort himself as much as the boy. 'Everything's going to be fine,' he tried to convince himself. 'Everything will be okay.'

About half an hour later, Hayden moved around a bit and his eyes flickered open. He searched his surroundings for something familiar and found Ianto's face. Looking up into the man's eyes, he said, "Tad?"

Ianto gasped in surprise, then recovered and smiled widely. "Yeah. Yeah, Hayden. I'm here." The boy found Ianto's hand in his own and squeezed. Ianto returned the gesture and bent down to kiss Hayden's forehead, on the other side from the mysterious cut. "Are you alright?"

Hayden nodded a bit then stopped, presumably because his head hurt.

"It's okay. Don't move your head too much. Do you remember what happened? How you got that cut on your forehead?

Hayden started to shake his head, then remembered and answered with "No."

"It's alright. We'll figure it out."

Ianto tapped his comm. "Owen, he's woken up." He tapped it again to turn it off then sat on the edge of the autopsy table. "Are you hungry?"

Hayden thought for a moment. "Yes. A bit. A lot. Really, really hungry, actually."

Ianto smiled a bit. "Alright. I'll see if I can get you some food. Anything in particular you'd like?"

"No."

"Okay." Ianto turned to look up at the main floor of the hub and yelled, "Tosh!"

"Yes, Ianto?" Toshiko came over to the railing and looked down at them.

"Can you watch Hayden for a bit? I'm going to go get him some breakfast." Tosh nodded and started down the stairs. "Hayden, this is Toshiko. I'll be back soon, okay?"

"Alright."

Ianto gently released Hayden's hand and went up the stairs towards the kitchenette.

Jack put aside another filled-in form and glanced at the pile of things he had left to do. Sighing, he opened his e-mail, only to see another long list of questions to answer and reports to make. He clicked on one and began to type a response. Acutely aware of not being able to do anything to help Hayden, he simply couldn't bear to be hindering progress as well. So, even if it meant actually doing his job, Jack Harkness was determined to stay out of the way.

Just then, half way through telling a UNIT colonel just where he could stuff it, Jack's phone rang. His fingers stopped moving across the keyboard and he stared at it. It rang again and he seemed to come to life. He lunged for it and quickly checked the caller id. Nothing. He answered it. "Cap'n Jack Harkness."

"Jack! How've you been? Not too well, obviously, if you're calling me. What's this problem then?" All of his tension seemed to drop off of him in that moment. The Doctor would make sure it all worked out. He didn't have to worry anymore. "Jack?"

"Yes, Doctor, thanks so much for calling back right away."

"Well, it's been quite a while, actually. Sorry. I don't check my messages too often."

"Yeah, well it's quickly from my side of things. It's about my son."

"Your son? When did that happen?"

Jack's eyebrows drew together in confusion. He hadn't really realized how quickly he'd accepted Hayden as his own. "About two days now."

"Well, umm… Congratulations, I guess. Yeah. What's the problem, though? I'm not much of one for changing nappies. He's not immortal, is he?" Suddenly, the Doctor sounded quite worried.

Jack laughed. "No, it's not that. He's six. And not like me, so far as we know. He's an alien, though. Tenza, we think."

"What? That doesn't make sense. He would be a newborn if he'd bonded to you and he certainly wouldn't let you know he wasn't human."

"It's…complicated. I said it wasn't easy to explain over the phone. Any chance you could find the time to come here?"

"Well… alright then. Gotta' save the world from Torchwood."

"Oi!" And the phone went dead.

Jack left the e-mail unfinished and pushed his chair away from his desk. He left his office quickly, planning to go find Ianto. Jumping down in to the medical bay, he was greeted by the sight of Hayden sitting up and eating scrambled eggs, a bit of white gauze stuck onto his forehead. Owen was nowhere to be seen, but Ianto was sipping coffee. "Daddy!" Hayden shouted through a mouthful of food. Ianto looked up and watched Jack cross the room and place a hand on Hayden's shoulder.

"Hey, Kido. You feeling better?"

"Where have you been?" Hayden asked meekly.

"I've been doing paperwork. How's your head feeling?"

"Hurts." Hayden swallowed a bite of food and continued, "Gave me some medicine, but it still hurts a lot. Is it going to be okay?"

Jack swallowed the lump in his throat that came from knowing this boy was in pain. "Yeah. You're going to be okay. Ianto, I talked to the Doctor." Ianto looked at him hopefully. "He says he'll come, but we all know that he doesn't have a lot of control over where or when he lands." Ianto nodded and took another sip. "Does Owen know what happened?"

Ianto shook his head. "Not a clue. Martha's on her way and bringing someone with her."

"Who?"

"Her boyfriend. He's a pediatrician."

"Tom Milligan, right?"

Jack received a nod of confirmation and turned back to Hayden. Sitting on the edge of the table, he contemplated getting a larger medical area with an actual bed. "Hayden, I know that this is probably not your favorite topic, but do you remember anything else? You said you remember your mum and dad and then a green light." The young boy immediately tensed, looking very uncomfortable. "Anything at all? We found you at number four Privet Drive in Little Whinging. Do you remember living there? The Dursleys?"

"Jack, stop," Ianto said. "It's okay, Hayden. We won't be upset if you can't remember."

"Pain."

"What?" The sudden one-word response caught Jack off guard and wasn't sure what to make of it.

Hayden turned his blue eyes to look straight into Jack's. He looked really frightened. "I remember lots of pain. I felt like I was being pulled apart. Like I was suddenly no one. Then I was really lonely."

Ianto was shocked by the almost adult expression of feelings and the impressive clarity he managed to achieve through all the pain and fear he was obviously experiencing. Jack seemed to take it in stride as if there was nothing unusual about it at all. "Thank you, Hayden. I know that was probably hard."

The boy shook his head as if trying to clear it. "No, no, no…" he repeated under his breath.

"What is it?" asked Ianto, concerned.

"I…no, no, no, no! Ugh! I.. think I… remember…Mum. She said…" he reached up to clutch his forehead and Jack had to grab his wrist to keep him from touching the wound and making it bleed again. Tears leaked down Hayden's face as his cheeks got red and blotchy. "She said…Harry. She said 'don't hurt Harry.' No, no, no, no, no… Harry…Harry's…me. I think…No!" The boy collapsed into great, heaving sobs and Jack wrapped his large arms around the child and pulled him against his chest. Rubbing circles into Hayden's back, he did his best to be comforting.

"It's alright, Hayden. You don't have to think about it anymore. It's going to be okay. I promise that everything will be okay."

Owen descended the steps and quietly asked Ianto what happened.

The archivist answered just as quietly. "He remembered something about his past-heard his mother say something and it sounds like they were attacked. A break-in maybe. And he remembered his name. Part of it anyway. He's pretty upset."

A wheezing, groaning noise began to echo around the hub, interrupting and distracting the occupants of the building.

"Is that-?"

"It is," Jack answered. He quickly tried to disentangle himself from Hayden and Ianto stepped in to take his place. The captain sprinted up the steps and down some others, towards the noise. He found himself in the basement archives facing a large blue box. He bravely knocked on the door and it was opened by a young orange-haired person.

She turned back and yelled in a very Scottish accent, "Doctor? There's someone at the door!" She sounded quite puzzled. They probably didn't get too many people knocking.

Jack held out his hand to her and gave his best smile. "Cap'n Jack Harkness. And who might you be?"

"Jack, stop it." The man who came up behind Amy was not one of the versions of the Doctor Jack had met before. He had floppy dark hair and green eyes and a prominent chin. He wore suspenders and a bow tie with a tweed jacket.

"Doctor?"

"Eh, yes. Sorry Jack. Got a bit caught up with…things. Then, before I knew it, I wasn't me anymore. This is Amy. Amy Pond." He pushed Amy out of the box and followed her into the archives. "So, you have a problem." He rubbed his hands together and looked eagerly at Jack.

"Yeah. A bit of one. Martha and Tom are on their way. Not sure when they'll get here." He started walking up the stairs and the odd pair followed his lead. "Oh, Martha. Martha Jones." He said fondly. "Tom? What happened to Mickey?"

"Mickey? Mickey the idiot?"

"Yes."

"Dunno," Jack said dubiously. "Wasn't he in the other universe? Why?"

"Oh, no reason, I guess. Time streams and all that."

"Hmm… So you've regenerated. How long's it been?"

"A long time."

Jack frowned. "So what reminded you to come here?"

"Well, me and Amy just got a distress call from a Tenza. He had monsters in his cupboard."

Jack flinched. "Well, this one was in the cupboard himself and the monsters were on the outside."

The doctor stopped in his tracks. "What do you mean?"

"We found him. There was a blip on the rift monitor and we went to check it out. Found him stuck in a cupboard, covered in bruises. There were no records of him living there at all and the people who did certainly didn't try to stop us from taking him."

The Doctor started pulling on his hair. "Why, why, why?" he muttered. "Why would a Tenza be with a family that didn't love him? Are you sure he's a Tenza?"

"Well," Jack rubbed the back of his neck, "as sure as we can be. I mean, they are experts at hiding as other races. And I guess it could be something else we've never heard of."

"Doctor," Amy interrupted, "what does all this mean? The rift? In a cupboard? Was this little boy abused?"

Jack answered. "The rift is sort of like a crack through space and time. Things sort of leak through it and we clean up the messes. And yes. We're pretty sure he was abused." He turned more towards the Doctor to continue his explanation. "He doesn't remember anything about it though. He remembers his mum and dad yelling and his mum saying 'don't hurt Harry,' then some green light. Then he remembers feeling really lonely and like he was being 'pulled apart.' Nothing else, though. And there's this other thing, Doctor. When me and Ianto touched him, this glowing sort of light appeared and his features changed. He was completely healed, but this morning, there was this cut on his forehead and we haven't got a clue what caused it. It was just like one he'd had before he changed."

The Doctor frowned deeply. "What's his name?"

"We've been calling him Hayden. He says he thinks his name was Harry, but he only remembered that part this morning and it confused him."

"Well, let's go meet him, then. Come along, Pond." He then started back up the stairs and Jack jogged along behind with Amy.

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-MP