Hello! Thanks for reading' This is chapter three quite obviously, it is rather filler-y but necessary!

Also, I've had a few reviewers saying they're confuzzled! So, I shall explain:

Doctor has wife and child - wife is human- he goes away for a bit and when he comes back, wife's dead on the floor near black haired man with matching wedding ring- they're married. Son presumed dead.

8 years later, Doctor meets kid who ran away from local orphanage, turns out to be the Doctor's time lord, missing son. Kid is name James.

James meets guy called 'Jack Evans' who is under an 'influence' that isn't stated, Jack's friends died 12 years before and his other best friend betrayed them... James sees this guy needs help and realises he has met this person before but hasn't yet physically met him yet. Goes back in time and meets him.. We continue!

Chapter 3:

James was excited. Scrap that, he was absolutely ecstatic! He was about to make his first unassisted leap through time to visit a guy that he barely knew and had no idea where on earth he'd be: sounded great. This was only possible because James was able to do something no other Time Lord in existence could; something that his dad said must have come from his mother, something so amazing that by Time Lord standards he was ' a chosen one'.

James could jump through time unassisted.

Alright, it didn't sound that cool but to be honest, if no other time lord could do it, James considered it a success. No TARDIS necessary, no time turners or any such item; no, James could literally fly through time. He had only found this out when his dad almost died, daleks were coming for them, out smarting them at ever point, his dad had stood on the steps and almost died but the moment he was about to get hit James threw himself through time and pushed him out the way before nipping back again- much to his dad's confusion.

'Okay, so I'm going two years back to the summer time! What's the worst that could happen?' James said to no one in particular before pushing back his sleeves and stepping into the shadow of a large oak tree in a secluded area of the park he'd met Jack in.

Scrunching up his face, James flung himself into the time vortex desperately hoping he'd come out at the right point; as he entered the vortex unprotected, apart from his clothes and a pair of sunglasses he'd nabbed from the TARDIS wardrobe, James' head felt like it was to burst, the tremendous strain he went under, as he lobbed himself through time and space, had brought him to screaming the first five times he had done it. This time was barely any different except that this time he hasn't got the TARDIS to pick him up if he stacked out. It was like someone was having a rave inside his head; like someone had literally gotten a hammer and started beating him violently around the head and it was about to get a whole lot worse!

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Two.

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James shuddered as he prepared for the pain he knew would come when he pulled himself from the vortex; it was comparable to someone getting a vacuum cleaner and sucking you up it in the most painful way possible. This left his head hurting like hell and his neck wasn't much better. With a loud thud he landed on the floor, the hard wet floor of an alley way.

A familiar man peered down at him from his position on the floor, with a slight hiss of pain James scrunched up his face to protect himself from the sun before getting shakily up.

'Jack Evans, nice to meet you, I'm the Doctor but you can call me James,' James reached his hand out and shook the hand of the startled man he had just not yet met, he had the expression of a deer caught in the headlights: his eyes were wide, eyebrows raised and his mouth was parted in a small 'o'. Jack tried to pull himself together but fell back onto pointing and stuttering.

'You- fell- we've never- who are you?' Jack stuttered whilst drawing his wand not too subtly. With a roll of his eyes James showed his empty hands to Jack before stuffing them back in his pockets.

'I'm the Doctor, but call me James, as I said before-' Jack stared at James suspiciously before looking behind him to work out if this was a sort of trap.

'This is no ambush, we've already met- you know? Doctor James? You told me about your- situation? Ring any bells?' Jack just gazed blankly at James before James stamped his foot and span on the spot, ramming his palm against his forehead, 'STUPID STUPID STUPID! Of course he won't know, humans don't have metacorpulating memories! He can't know! His polyrhythmic signature prohibits it!' with another groan James turned round and held his hand out again to jack who stared at it as if James' insanity was infectious.

'The name's the Doctor, we've met but you won't remember as it hasn't happened yet. I know about you and I came to check up on you to see if you needed help like you said you did,'

'I've never met you! I haven't said anything to you, who are you? What are you?' Jack stumbled a bit as he tried to back away, his hands towards James stopping him from approaching.

'I am like you-'

'No, you're not, I can tell!' Jack shouted before backing off further into the alleyway. His eyes were wild and frightened, it was like he was being hunted.

'You're right, I'm not and I never can be, I could never be such a good person,' James said simply before promptly sitting on a metal bin, he pulled out a card and jotted something down before sending it to Jack. With a small smile he walked away.

'Jack,

Stay strong, I need you.

Keep on going, meet me at the playground on the 16th August 2012,

Until then,

the Doctor

P.S. here's a bit of money to keep you on your feet, you said it helped a lot.'

'JAMES! JAMES I NEED TO THINK OF A LAST NAME! You are in SO much trouble!' the Doctor shouted out of the doors of the TARDIS into the time vortex; they had realised that the time vortex transmitted messages to other users on the same frequency just through talking into it. But now the doctor was furious! His son had just gone gallavanting across time and space and didn't even bother to say where he was even going! Just disappeared with the flying thing of his! He wouldn't have minded if he had asked- actually, yeah he would have...

But this was just it! Reckless behaviour! He could have died!

A quiet pop alerted the Doctor of his son's presence; with a sharp spin on his feet he turned to face his son who wore an expression of utter sheepishness and cheek.

'You, sit there, now!' the Doctor growled whilst pointing at the chairs next to the control panel, with a huff he span round again and landed the TARDIS.

'Talk to me,' he said shortly before turning back to James, his arms folded in sheer irritation.

'I met this guy and he was really lonely and he needed help and I knew I could help him-' James began but the Doctor cut him off.

'By jumping back in time? You forget you're a time lord! You have eternity! Couldn't you have even waited a few hours just to hop back?' James cringed and pushed himself further into his seat, he had never seen his dad this angry. Ever.

'I suppose- I just didn't think-'

'TOO RIGHT YOU DIDN'T THINK! What if you had died?' the Doctor fumed, his worry had taken over him at first but then the worry had turned to annoyance. Why couldn't James just stay safe?

'But I didn't-' James defended himself, this was not working the way he thought it would have. James had only been scolded properly once by his dad before and that was when he broke his wrist and neglected to tell him- why should he bother his dad with something he could cope by hisself with?

'Did you know that? Of course you didn't. How could you have possibly have known?' James opened his mouth to speak but the Doctor cut him off, 'Tell me one good reason you shouldn't be punished for what you did?'

'Because that man would've committed suicide if I hadn't helped: that's why!' James cried out, tears grew in his eyes, his nose had that unfamiliar prickly feeling that happened just before he sneezed, but he didn't need to sneeze this time. No, this was crying. The Doctor stared at James before blinking owlishly and closing his mouth, which he didn't know had fallen open in the first place.

'Jamie, what you did was stupid and dangerous but I think I would've done the same thing.' the Doctor said simply before opening up his arms which James promptly ran into; he buried his face into his dad's shoulder and hugged him with all his might.

'I'm so sorry-' James sniffled much to the Doctor's amusement: this was the first time he had ever seen James cry and it was into his shoulder, like a real dad would have!

'Jamie boy, I still love you, and I always will, but what you did was wrong and I've gotta do the responsible thing. You're grounded for a week with no screwdriver and you can only go outside with me and it'll be no adventures,' the Doctor said quietly into James' brown and blonde hair; James' head bobbed up and down slightly before becoming still again, 'Man, when you're a dad you'll find out how scary it is when your only son goes missing: it's more scary than when you think you're gonna die or when you do die,' the Doctor gave an amused sigh. Only his son was able to change him from anger to loving soppiness in such a short time- it wasn't that he never stopped loving him though!

'Love you dad,'

'Love you too squirt,'

The Doctor gave a small grin before resuming his work on he electrostatic circuit boards he was fixing. When James saw small blue sparks coming from in front of his dad he sauntered out the main room and resigned himself to his bedroom. After winding through countless passage ways and trap doors, James reached his room- James found the straight corridor that lead quickly to his bedroom too boring and normal, so instead he created a route that involved as many rope ladders, trap doors and fireman poles as possible (much to the amusement of his father who he had caught many a time sliding down the fireman's pole just for entertainment)- James reached his room.

His room was awesome. There was no other way to describe it. It had bean bags for when his friends came round (this was yet to have happened so they, instead, were used for forts when he and his dad had a pillow fight or capture the flag), large pillars of glowing liquid with bubbles in towered above the rest of the items in his room creating an unearthly effect. On one side of his room was a bookshelf that, quite frankly, looked like it contained every book in existence- well, to a human anyway! - large books covered the wall, their golden letterings fading away slowly with age, with leather back books littered amongst them all.

However, in James' opinion, the coolest thing was the bed. Well the hammock really. Instead of having a boring floor bed, or even a bunk bed, James chose a hammock that hung from the ceiling and was in fact so large, that if you didn't look closely you would have thought it was the ceiling. They had found it in a shop on Rten 15: a distant planet with an awesome market place that was renowned throughout the modern, space faring universe; it had been a spur of the moment impulse buy that they weren't entirely sure what it would be used for until James' bed broke from doing excessive amounts of trampolining on it.

James ran his fingers along the books slowly before eventually pulling out a book from the shelf called 'The Social and Political Influence of the Potato' and fell onto a bean bag to read it; James idly flicked through the pages taking in the odd word, such as, 'leprechauns' and 'Guinness' and 'antidisestablishmentairianis m' , though he got the gist of the book: potatoes were a food that were made into chips.

A small buzz and an attack from some strobe lighting later, James found himself wrestling with a flight navigation system that would not lock on target whilst dangling from the side of the TARDIS, his being parallel to the floor.

This truly was the greatest childhood ever.

if only his mum was there.

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