Come Away Oh Human Child [Jack/TW/The Meddler]

[Sisilaya Vulmecura]

Sisi had to keep herself from fuming as the immortal man completely ignored her gift, a seeing stone was an incredibly rare gift, extremely useful and the man didn't even give it a second glance! Why were humans always so dense?!

"The fact you cannot die, Jack Harkness, only works against you when dealing with other immortal creatures. It means they have millennia to haunt you, torture you, experiment how far they can go till you break."

She took a deep breath, calming herself before she continued.

"The Sidhe work like the double edge of a blade. Anger them and they will make your life miserable. Respect their presence, even laugh with them and you will be rewarded. You caught their attention by bringing the child, but don't think it ends there. You will be sitting on the blisters later if you do."

Her eyes flitted to Robin, she rolled her eyes at his conversation. Sometimes she wished she had duct tape with her. She opted for grabbing an empty plastic cup in front of her and throwing it at him, the cup comically bouncing off his head.

"You just had to get into a religious debate didn't you? I told you before, it's a tender subject with humans. Oh and the afterlife does exist, the Sidhe community heavily rely on it. Remember? It just works a little different then humans think it does.."

[Ianto Jones]

"Why, Jack?" Ianto said as he place his hand on Jack's shoulder. He was not hiding the fact he cared for the Captain. His eyes looked at the female. "What if they are angry but you laugh?" he asked.

[Owen Harper]

Looking at the Meddler, "You say you can fix that," he asked. "Is it going to be something that I regret? Like I will be a big fat head in a tank," I could not help adding that. It was something Owen did not like. "Will I be able get drunk again? Have sex? Sleep? Breathe? Bleed? God, just to see my own blood," he stepped away.

He wanted to numb the pain but he had no way to get him there. He leaned against the wall. He was watching them now.

ooc Terrible sad small replies. Tired but reply to story moves on. =)

[The First Doctor]

The Meddler flinched, reflexively, as the cup struck his forehead.

"You just had to get into a religious debate didn't you? I told you before, it's a tender subject with humans. Oh and the afterlife does exist, the Sidhe community heavily rely on it. Remember? It just works a little different then humans think it does.."

"He asked," the Meddler responded, almost petulantly. "I mean, it's not like 'ask me about your culture's chief god' is on my business cards."

He sipped the coffee. "And the Sidhe 'afterlife' is just a migration of the psychoenergetic matrix from one corporeal form to another. It's not an afterlife. More of a betweenlife."

Looking at the Meddler, "You say you can fix that," he asked. "Is it going to be something that I regret? Like I will be a big fat head in a tank," I could not help adding that. It was something Owen did not like. "Will I be able get drunk again? Have sex? Sleep? Breathe? Bleed? God, just to see my own blood," he stepped away.

"Big fat head in a tank?" He frowned. "Not unless you want to be. But yeah. I'm guessing it was an accident involving a Lazarus Tank, or similar technology? Tsan Chan technology, probably. You'd need fairly specialized treatment to repair the damage - the Vincocci could do it in this era, and I can think of a few dozen other civilizations within less than a million years that could handle it as well."

He glanced at his Niece. "What do you think? Fancy a little mission of mercy, once we wrap this up?"

"And speaking of wrapping this up," he announced, then shifted his attention to Jack. "You, sir, are the main point. Well, you and this 'Torchwood' of yours." He settled back. "Bowman's Big Fun Book of Temporal Anomalies says you're from the 52nd century - the Boeshane Peninsula, if they got all their facts straight. So you know as well as I do how pivotal the 21st and 22nd centuries anno domini are."

He started to sip some more coffee, than looked irritated as he realized the mug was empty. "Prototype faster than light travel. The Silurians and the Ice Warriors. The dawn of the first Posthuman age. And Torchwood is deeply involved."

He sighed. "And the Sidhe foster their changelings in human homes, then take them back. That's monstrous, yes. But they seem fascinated by you. Because you're Jack the Undying, and they love their Jacks."

A pause. "So you could try to fight them. Try to force them to bend to your will. Show them that, after 3 million years of evolution and fifty thousand years of culture, you're still nothing more than the animals they think you are."

He smiled. "Or you can prove them wrong. Make contact with them. Show them that you're better than they think you are. And show the world that this is the century when everything changes."

[Jack Harkness]

It were always the time lords who managed to shut him up.
Blue eyes sharp as he kept glaring at the man.
Of course he knew, how big this century was.
Jack was just trying to keep everything together without freaking out.

He wouldn't do anything to these Sidhe, he would not attack nor would he look for them.
But if they came across his path again and tried to ruin another family then he would draw his weapon.

He wouldn't just stop protecting the human race because some woman kindly asked.
No matter how gorgeous she was.

A small grin tugged at his lips as his face softened.
This man just reminded him of an old friend.
"Time lords..." he muttered under his breath before pushing himself from the desk.

"Owen you can take care of this right?" he smiled a bit forced before patting the man on the shoulder.
Walking out of his office and making sure to take his coffee and the seeing stone with him.

He'd remind himself next time that not all good looking strangers were fun and games.

[Owen Harper]

Looking sideways at Jack’s hand as he was telling Owen he had the table. Was Jack serious? Was he really serious? It seemed so, Jack walked out with the artifact that Sisi gave him.

“Yea,” he said. He was not really feel very confident.

Turning to the Meddler and the female, “You see the man walked out?” Owen pointed with his thumb. “He had enough. I am not sure how he does it. I am glad I am not in his shoes. But I am going to tell you the facts,” he said looking at the female. “You are gorgeous, but, you do know we humans are here to stay. I think we humans are doing a dang good job. We are caring for the world. And what I know about Jack is a human from the future…That tells me the human race is out there… not just here but out there,” he held his hands up. “You can claim all you want but you do know we humans do not give up so easy. And we are thankful for the elements. You know you tells us those are spirits and lets you are right. I buy it. But I be damned that I am going to tell the rest of the world this is NOT our world which I think is BS!” he was off saying other colorful words that the author could not put due to the rating of the site. “And there are wonderful stories that people like. Why don’t you stay quiet and we do our best. I mean honest we do our best. We are not perfect. We are not really destroying the world we just make all lot of mistakes. Maybe few thousand years we will figure it out. And maybe there be peace with each other. Other words don’t tell us what to do. Oh I am speaking for the LIVING humans. But take me for an example. I am a Doctor. I fix people when I can. I was capable to breathe and save lives. . . Take me as a PERFECT example as the average human. I died and I was forced back to be where I am by accident. But what did I decide to do? I decide to move on. Okay, I did want to kill myself but I was afraid of not dying. I know what death is. AM I running around telling that it is Darkness! Do you think I want to spoil the fun. I can tell you this. They won’t believe it. The scientist will make me their specimen. And they will tell the rest of the world there is no sense of a walking dead when there is. We still have people believe there are no aliens. In time they believe and they get smarter. Give them the time. They slowly know you exist. They might dislike it. But hang in there, we might be come close friends. What is that saying your worst enemy is your best enemy. . . I never thought I be making a speech for all mankind. So no WE ARE NOT GIVING UP! And if we are forced to stop you and we will. That’s why that man walked out. He told you once and he gave up…Now, that’s the fun part about being a walk dead I don’t need air to stop.”

ooc I am not sure I misunderstood Jack but Owen felt he had to make a stand for Jack who loves as a father/friend in a way

[The First Doctor]

The Meddler let the dead man unload, a look of mild confusion on his face for the entire diatribe. Mentally, he took notes. Finally, Owen ran down.

"First," the Meddler said, holding up a hand and ticking off one finger, "this isn't your world. You're only the most recent tenants, and you're only still here because of the actions of a few Renegades. Otherwise, you all would have been wiped away. And you know what?" He let the silence hang for a moment. "The universe would not have noticed, nor cared."

He ticked off another finger. "Second. Comforting lies do your civilization a disservice in the long run. If you want humanity to survive the next few centuries, it will have to come to terms with it's real place in the cosmos. And you can't do that by believing in a flat earth. Or a geocentric solar system. Or in a barge that carries the sun across the sky. Or in the idea that humanity is the sole master of Earth and has a privileged place in the Spiral Politic."

He smiled. "I don't stay quiet, because I happen to like you semi-evolved, para-civilized primates. You have potential. And you won't ever make use of it, not while you tell 'wonderful stories that people like' instead of the truth."

Another finger ticked off. "I'm not trying to tell you what to do. I'm suggesting, as a representative of a civilization that maintained diplomatic relations with the civilization that seeded aerobic life on this planet, that you consider recognizing that there are older species still living on this planet. Species that have a far more valid claim to ownership, using your own criteria. The Xothic Collective's starseeds reshaped Eastern Gondwana before fish grew feet. They fought the beings that seeded life on this world before reptiles evolved, and they still wait in the south Pacific for the proper alignment of ancient stars to allow them to reinstantiate. The Silurians used your proto-simian ancestors as food stock. The Silence taught the evolutionary ancestors of your species how to knap flint. The Doctor taught the earliest humans how to control fire. I taught them agriculture. The Sidhe taught them herb lore, and protected them."

He looked the dead man in the eyes. "What I am doing is suggesting that you not assume this planet is your property, and that you have some right to dictate to species that were old and civilized when your ancestors had fur."

He ticked off one final finger. "And I would never tell you to give up. Far from it. But, pick your battles. Why fight the Sidhe, when they don't want to fight you? Set a good example. Lead humanity into the future it should have. Not the one it seems doomed to stumble into."

He stared at his thumb. "Oh, and my offer to get your necrotic condition fixed still stands." He smiled. "No strings attached."