A/N: Sorry for the confusion, I was rewriting certain parts of the story and I had an idea in my head that required name changes! James= Sebastian = lil Doc and Ben=Doctor it was literally just an idea but I think it works! Sorry again and happy reading!

Chapter 2:

'I always said he was alive and now we know why,' the Doctor stood in silence before turning to face James.

'I could've found you, but how? How did this happen?' he whispered.

'You and my mum... You know... That's how babies are made. I don't need to tell you that children aren't delivered by the stalk, surely? Or give you the birds and the bees talk?' James smirked, making the most of the temporary silence the doctor exhibited.

'No, but that would also mean you're- it's the dominant gene after all. Humanity is recessive, Time Lord isn't.'

'So I'm like you now, right?'

'You always were, you never were a mere human, always like me,' the Doctor scratched his head before freezing wide eyed, 'your watch. Where's your watch?'

'Broken and in my pocket, why?'

'Can I see it?' asked the Doctor.

'Yeah, sure,' James reached into his pocket and pulled out a shiny, silver watch, he rubbed the lid with the bottom of his shirt and handed it to the Doctor. The Doctor held it in the palm of his hand and stared at it, just stared; it had a certain unearthly beauty that he hasn't seen in years, it was so Gallifreyan but at the same time so not, he couldn't help but be drawn into it, his fingers were itching to open it. With a snap, he looked at James.

'This is it. I wondered what yours would be but now I know. It's the same as my family, well you are my family so-' the Doctor said faintly.

'What is it?'

'It's a fob watch. It contains your time lord being, it is a physical representation of the time lord. Obviously you felt you were in danger so you put yourself in here to hide; but as a human you forgot about it, probably happened at the orphanage because they couldn't have a child of time running around the place. It just happens that it's the same as mine- must be because I'm your- dad. Dad. Dad. Oh my- I'm a DAD!' the Doctor slammed his hands to his face and pinched his mouth into an 'O' shape, he hadn't really thought of the implications of what had come to pass; he was now responsible of the last child of his kind, he was now responsible of this kid's life and what happened to it.

'Nah. No shit Sherlock,' James said sarcastically with a smile that showed he really didn't mean anything by it, the Doctor however, with his limited knowledge of human dos and don'ts, didn't fully realise that James had no problem with what he had just said. With a small smile he raised his palms to the air with a tone of apology.

'Well I only just fully realised what just happened! And look,' the Doctor traced the circles and lines on the watch lid with his finger before tapping on it excitedly, 'It even says you're my son: 'Son of the Doctor'. We're gonna travel the universe and see the stars and then we'll go find you some companion and we can go and see planets and moons and galaxies and different dimensions and-'

'I get the point Ben- er sorry- Dad,' James said with a grin, 'We'll travel the universe. So, back on topic, what do we have to do to get me into me?'

'You to open it,' the Doctor said as if it were the most simple thing to have thought.

'Open it?' James said sceptically.

'Open it,'

James took back the watch and flicked it over in his hand, tracing the circles and lines with his dirty finger. He looked at the Doctor who was smiling encouragingly at him, ushering him to open it; he looked back down at the watch and ran his finger around to feel for a lip, when he found none, he looked for possible openings: there was a little knob at the top with a hoop to attach a chain to at the top, with in trepidation, James pressed down on the knob and a little click sounded. The lid snapped open and golden light shone brightly from inside the watch, it filled the TARDIS and reflected in James' eyes, hushed voices sounded through the room, little whispers in foreign tongues, then the pain hit.

It felt like someone was rearranging his entire being, like someone was cutting him open and stitching him back up; James gasped for breath as his head pounded along with his heart, there was burning like fire burns wood, James' arms and legs felt flimsy an numb but at the same time tough and in considerable pain. Through the pain James managed to spit out 'you- didn't tell- me- it- HURT!'

'I didn't know it would, I'm so sorry kiddo,' the Doctor said through James' shouting.

With one final pulse of pain it all stopped.

Silence.

'Well that went well, hi dad! I need food! Lots of food! Chips, salad, chocolate- and apples. Yes, I want an apple! But I suppose I really should have the drink first, ergh, I once had a regeneration and I felt really ill for the next week! Is this what I'm like now? Naturally talkative? Suppose I must be,' James rambled, his father just stood there in amazement.

'You look like me,' he stuttered.

'Yes, well you are my father and I do like the way you look, my hair was messy before but it's even more now I'm guessing, also I wanted to look like you ever since I found out who you were and I guess I regenerated to look like you subconsciously. Besides, I think I look better, sorry old thing,' at James' nattering the Doctor buried his face into his hands in exasperation and resignation at what the considerable future would be like with a talkative time lord for company.

'Any time, I like the whole naked thing you've got going on by the way,' the Doctor said casually.

'Naked?' James looked down, 'I'M NAKED!' he covered up his privates and sprinted to where he somehow knew the wardrobe would be, much to the Doctor's amusement. Frantic scraping sounded through the TARDIS: the familiar sound of coat hangers along a rail; when James came back, he looked different to say the least. He wore a white and navy broad striped tee with a grey suit jacket over the top- much like his father's- a pair of green chinos and white converse, his brilliant emerald green eyes sparkled behind his 'organised mess' of browny blonde hair.

'Wha'd'ya think?'

'It's very- you. Slightly out there but still fashionable. I think your hair tops it though,'

'Why?'

'You've somehow managed to get electric blue and green bits interspersed in it. Not sure how, but you have,' he said. James ran his hand through his hair as if he could find confirmation through touch.

'Oh, well that's new. Still not ginger though!'

'This is- what? your second regeneration? and you are complaining that you're not ginger? How do you think I FEEL? 10 and counting,' the doctor laughed.

'Probably let down that you don't look as good as me, but who wouldn't?' James grinned before peering into the glass on the circuit board to assess his appearance once more, it was up to standard so he gave a short nod and faced his dad again who was beaming from ear to ear.

'Oh gosh, this should be interesting! So what should we do?'

'Weeeell, I've always liked Germany and human history is always interesting to say the least. What about- the blitz?'

'Sounds good but NO and I mean NO dying! Your body cannot cope with another regeneration so quickly!' the Doctor said firmly.

'That's fine, I don't plan to,' James said, shrugging. The Doctor gave him the once over, assessing his honesty, when he was satisfied- which was about half a minute later- he strode over to the control pads and turned to James.

'You can fly this right? I don't need to tell you?' he pointed at the computer system, eyebrow raised. The Doctor didn't really have a system when it came to flying by himself, he sorta pushed buttons in a close to accurate way, you needed six Time Lords to fly her properly and one just didn't cut it, two however, that would be different.

'Yes! Well I could last time but this one is set out differently. Type 40, if I'm not mistaken?'

The Doctor raised an eyebrow before looking back at the atom accelerator controls in front of him, 'How did you know that?'

'Well, firstly: time lord, secondly: I can tell, thirdly: there's a sign at the bottom saying Type 40, nothing much really,' James smirked at the Doctor whose jaw snapped shut with a click, he rolled his eyes before typing something or other into a key pad.

After doing this, he faced James and said, 'the atom accelerator is over there, on my count: 3-2-1! Accelerate the atoms!'

'Accelerating!' James sang with a laugh as he pushed forward the lever with a large blue knob at the end which emitted a low pitched whir.

'Stabilising!' the Doctor sang back, he had a large steering wheel like object in his hand and was twisting it slightly from side to side until with one last punch on the wheel, it clicked into place.

'FLYING!' they sang together to the rhythm of the TARDIS.

'We forgot to redirect the gravitational field!' James shouted as he hung from the railings after they started to spin violently in the polygravitational vortex.

'All more the adventure!'

2 1/2 time lord years later, 4 human months:

Dorking, Surrey:

'Jamie, I've been called out to a meeting at some government building underground and I've been told by David Cameroon? Yeah well the Prime Minister needs to talk to me about an invasion that happened last month here, he seems to be under the impression that I have managed to stop invasions before!' the Doctor threw his hands into the air in mock confusion as he landed the TARDIS in a less than gentle fashion.

'Now where would he have got that idea?!' James laughed as he put wax in his blonde brown hair, over the years he had changed the colour of the highlights of his hair multiple times, his favourite was a warm yet cold blue, it was the colour of a Mediterranean Sea with all its warmth, but when he was angry, it was cooler than ice; rather like his personality.

'Anyway, the point is: you can't go because no one should know that I have a son and that means that you have to look after yourself for about a day? Anyway, I figured you lived here and know this place like the back of your hand so you should be pretty safe here, problem?' the Doctor tried to replicate a 'troll grin' he saw a few days earlier in London in 2012 but it looked more like a grimace mixed with a person who lost feeling in one side of their face.

'Yeah, that's fine. Can I bring my screwdriver?' James said hopefully, eyeing his latest gadget that he had tweaked slightly. It now had a data scan and transmitter and lots of other cool things like that!

'Yes, but no-'

'Showing, no telling and no unnecessary contact unless I get bored,' He winked at his latest addition, there was no way he could ignore everyone like that and besides, he hadn't spoken to humans in almost a month! There is only so much you can talk about the weather in Quadrant 6.

'Yes, okay! Grab a coat!' the Doctor called as James ran to the door, scooping his screwdriver up off the window ledge, with a sigh he ran back and grabbed his great coat before legging it out the door, much to the doctor's amusement.

James swung out the door and onto the suburban street in front of him, terraced red brick houses stretched along the wide cobbled road, white fences prohibited James from seeing dried up shrubs that had died in the hot summer sun. Walking along the sun baked pavement, James noticed a man in shabby clothes sitting on an old park bench, he wore a long brown overcoat with a cut along one side giving the impression that he had been in a few wars, his face was tanned and he had a few freckles across his nose, his glare followed James as he walked, shrugging, James ignored the man and carried on walking.

On his left, James saw a small deserted park with a swing and other playground equipment, the grass was brown and parched, patches of grass had been worn away leaving cracked mud, the railings were rusted and bike padlocks were left abandoned on them. With practiced ease and grace, James jumped the scorching hot railings and landed with a small thud in the park, James walked over to the red swing and fell onto it, gently rocking back and forth as he took in the surroundings. The man from the bench had got up and started walking slowly towards James, when he reached the park gates James placed his hand over his modified screwdriver and looked for an escape route, on seeing that the man stopped two metres away James looked him in the eye, he was met by two scared and angry amber eyes.

'What are you?' the man hissed unnecessarily annoyed. James looked at him in confusion- he had asked 'what' not 'who' like most did.

'I'm a human-' James started with a small fake laugh.

'No, you're not, what are you?' the man said louder this time with more vigour. By this point James was seriously confused and slightly nervous.

'I'm human! Besides, why do you care?'

'I can tell you're not! Fine, where do you come from?'

'Ireland, but I was born in Wales and I grew up here,' James said lightly. The man studied James as if he was trying to read his mind which James knew he wouldn't be able to- it was a pro of being a time lord.

'No, you don't,' the man said, 'I can tell,'

'And pray tell, what am I?' James said sarcastically not really expecting an answer so he was most shocked when he got one.

'A magical being from another plane,' he had called James' bluff, he obviously knew more than he let on, so he may as well just give in and wipe him later of his memories if he became problematic.

'I assure you I am from no distant plane, rather a distant planet and I must admit I am magical just like you,' at this the man laughed and shook his head.

'That's crazy! What-?'

'I'm a Time Lord and I hail from the planet Gallifrey however I had a human mother who was a witch but she died, I come in peace,' James said trying to live up to the stereotype most humans set, his fingers formed the 'V' so famous that aliens supposedly used- not that any James had EVER met had, they had cursed, screamed and even tried to violently torture him, but never make a 'V' sign.

It wasn't like James was a horrible person, but he had found over the past few months that reinforcing the stereotype brought either looks of glee or looks of utter loathing and fear to people's faces. The question was, who was this man and how is he know so much? Stupid question really James thought as he worked it out through a basic aura and mind check.

'Last month was tough, eh? I wonder what would happen if you went out of the influence? It would be quite an amazing plan! See if you would stay you or not!'

'Sorry? Influence? Stay me? Are you off your rocker kid?' the man looked at him strangely before reaching for something in his pocket. James quickly stood up and held his hand out to the man.

'The name's James, and we are going to have coffee!'

'What? We've just met! You're an alien. Aliens don't have coffee,' the man said as he pulled James up, he had a strange look on his face, one of extreme confusion.

'Well, it's either that or having lunch and I'm not hungry,' James said simply before walking towards the shops, an amused man in tow.

'So, why are we going to lunch?' the man said casually but with poorly hidden interest.

'Because you are interesting and I want to be your friend,' James said happily as he practically jogged to the coffee shop.

'But, you're what? Like 10?' the man gave James a look of utter disbelief, James just raised a sceptical eyebrow.

'And you're what? 100? And no, I am no 10 year old, I'll have you know that mentally I am probably older than you, my body just hasn't caught up yet,' James said with a small meaningless glare, it was more for fun than actual annoyance. Besides, it was nice to have a bit if chatter.

'Oh, so how old are you?' the man said curiously with more than a hint of confusion. James looked at him carefully before saying, he didn't want the man to freak or anything.

'Almost 14 but I have experience, according to my dad, and mental capacity/knowledge of roughly someone 200 years old. I would take that with a pinch of salt though, he is nearly 1000,' James said sombrely, his face a picture of seriousness, his peels of laughter carefully hidden as he watched the man's face go white with shock, pink with embarrassment with getting such an answer to his question and then resumed normal colour after processing what on earth he had just been told.

'So, how old are your kind when you die?'

'We don't. I'm pretty much immortal which is a shame because any girl I fall in love with will die, that's what happened to my dad- my mum died 13 years ago,' James said sadly, he had seen moving photos of his dad and his mum dancing together and looking happy, the distant look gone from his dad's eyes, purely happiness. If only James hasn't happened perhaps she would still be alive. Perhaps his dad would be happy.

'Oh, I'm so sorry,' the man whispered as they arrived at the coffee shop. James flopped into a wicker chair under a parasol outside the coffee shop, he gestured for the man to sit down which he did. 'The man' as James called him in his mind, had a haunted look in his eye, one reminiscent of James' dad.

'I don't believe I ever introduced myself,' the man said with a small chuckle, 'they call me Jack. Jack Evans.'

'Evans?' James said with a small frown of concentration on his forehead, that name seemed familiar, like he should know who it belonged to- there was such a slight chance he'd ever met Jack before that he couldn't imagine it was Jack that he knew Evans from.

'Yes, why?'

'No reason,' James said quietly before pulling himself from his thoughts and calling over a waitress, giving a flirtatious wink before saying,' A black coffee, no sugar and a hot chocolate with cream, marshmallows and those little sugar strands you lot have, er- millions and trillions?'

'Hundreds and thousands and no I think you mean Sugar Sprinkles,' Jack laughed before turning to James, 'How did you-?'

'Anything else sirs?' the waitress asked.

'No thank you, our it on my tab: Doctor James,' understanding grew in her face and with a slight smile she left to fetch the drinks. Her apron swayed slightly in the light breeze as she winked seductively at James who smiled and winked back, only slightly aware of the implications of his actions.

'Your lot? Really?' Jack said sarcastically but with no real bite. James, however, took mock offence and burst into fake tears.

'You wound me!' he cried before bursting into laughter, 'I haven't talked to someone else with a sense of humour in yonks! Seriously, you would have thought over 3867 years of travelling would help to meet funny people and you are one of the funniest with the way you just seem- confused and, dare I say it, amused at my situation: Immortal Time Lord Child in spaceship!' he chuckled, just noticing Jack's face growing more and more scared. His face grew ashen and his eyes lost their sparkle only to be replaced by a haunted look that James had only seen on his dad.

'You- you travel through time?' he stuttered as a single tear escaped his eye, his mouth hung open slightly, with a look of great, untimely sadness, one that shouldn't be seen on anyone, he closed his eyes.

'Why are you upset? Most people run off screaming as opposed to sitting and looking upset,' James asked rather unsure of what he should do with a crying human being. Time Lord? No problemo, he could do that in his sleep. Human? Man, he'd got a problem.

'So many things I would change. So many things shouldn't have happened,' Jack said quietly before looking James in the eye, 'You wouldn't understand, you're only 13,'

'But I feel like I'm 200. Spill, I don't care about what you are and what you do, it's the heart that counts,' James said whilst fiddling with his thumbs, for some reason he couldn't bring himself to look Jack in the eye, he couldn't bear to.

'If you knew the truth about me you would scream and run. You would despise me,' Jack said with such contempt that James couldn't help but wonder where the kind, curious man he had been talking to had gone.

'I've killed someone,' James said simply, Jack's head snapped up and he looked James straight in the eye, almost trying to work out if this was the truth, which in James' mind it was, 'Most people don't look at me the same way after I tell them that either. It was my fault they died and, to be brutally honest, if I hadn't been born and if I hadn't had been so stupid they would be alive,'

Jack was torn between disgust that this seemingly innocent kid had killed someone and overwhelming sorrow that he had to live with that, thankfully he'd never killed a man nor cursed them, but the thought was always there, the possibility was always there.

'I don't feel so bad now,' Jack said nervously as he wrung his hands for imaginary sweat, James gave a hollow laugh before looking away to the houses opposite them, their hanging baskets full of once alive flowers that resembled dried seaweed more than flowers.

'So, man of mystery, what would you change?' James said casually but Jack could tell that a thoughtful answer was required and no rubbish would be accepted, he would need to give a complete and honest answer.

'When I was five I was attacked and injured permanently, my mother died of a nasty disease shortly after my attack and my father blamed me. He would ignore me for days on end and when he didn't, it was to ridicule me for my condition, saying I was a freak and a monster and should be put down. When I was 11, I went to boarding school and met people who I became friends with and, to my surprise, actually liked being my friends, something I never thought would happen. We were the school trouble makers, I was the brains of the group, we often stayed up into the early hours of the morning studying after a prank.

We left, I became a godfather sorta, it was unofficial but my friend and his wife said I could be as well as one of my other friend, a year and a half later they all died apart from my godson, my friend went to prison for the murder of my other friends and here I am, 8 years later, alone and broken and with no clue how on earth to move on,' broke down sobbing, much to James' awkwardness- how do you comfort an adult when he's crying?

'Hey it's ok,' James said softly, reaching out and rubbing his arm.

'Coffees!' the waitress practically skipped over and put the coffees on the table, at seeing Jack crying she gasped at mouthed at James ,'on the house,' before running off, she was in such a hurry that she left a card with an 11 digit number on a card on the table with the message 'call me' on, but to who it was meant to be given to was unknown.

'Yeah, I just need to get over it, but it's just- they were my first ever friends that actually liked me properly,'

'Well at least your friends liked you,' James mumbled but Jack seemed to have heard as his head popped up and he gave James a long hard look before carrying on.

'I really should have contested for custody of my godson, but I'm not stable enough financially- or mentally to care for him,'

'Jack, I don't know when you were last told this, but you are plenty stable enough mentally to care for a boy also, you, in the short time I've known you, are shaping up to be one of thee nicest people I've met,' James said looking into Jack's brown eyes.

'Honest?'

'Honest,'

'I could say the same about you, a random human just walked up to you and started interrogating you and you invite him out to coffee: mental. You tell him one of your greatest secrets with no reason to trust him: crazy. You make him feel the best he's felt in a very long time: amazing. You. Are. Amazing,' Jack laughed through his slowing tears.

'You know what? I think you should meet my dad,'

'Your dad?'

'Yeah, he needs a companion provided. You have nothing that ties you here? We can always bring you back to the same day,'

'Give me a week and I'll give you an answer, meet you here in a week? Yeah?'

'Sure, I'm gonna go and visit you in a year or two back and just watch what we talk about ok?'

'Sure?' Jack said nervous of what James was going to do with him in the past, it wasn't that Jack didn't trust him, just that he wasn't sure what his past self would do.

'By the way, you said 'they called you Jack Evans' did they do that back then too? Just that's not your name really, but that's fine I don't need your name but I can't just walk up to you! Weeeell I could actually, scrap that I am! Seya before!'

A/N: hello people! Tis me! Firstly, I would like to say thank you for your support and secondly,

Would you prefer James to be:

a) powerful in magic

b) a prodigy

c) just a normal student

d) a parseltongue who embraces his parseltongue side?

Any pairings? I'm thinking James/Tonks or James/Fleur with a slight leaning towards James/Tonks which would be Jonks? Or Tames? I like Jonks...

Thanks for reading anyway, please review! Seriously, it would make my day! And any guesses on who James Evans is?