Foul And Most Unnatrual Murder (Open)

[Alec Harrison]

Sisilaya completely ignored Alec, which was fine with him. The less he had to look at her, the better.

"Hey, Gene. Where's Paul, Eric, and Tommy?" the Meddler jibed, looking out the door for effect.

"Not funny." he said simply.

He put his hands behind his back.
"If you had kept your meddling niece in close range I wouldn't look like this. She wanted payback... I've been paying ever since. It's drawing on my life force, Robin, when she removed the Sidhe food some of the magic must've stayed behind." he said, not loudly enough for Sisilaya to hear. He was far past trying to make her feel guilty about this. There was no chance.

"Seriously, though, you should have let me check you over in the Infirmary before you left last time. You look like hell...."

The Timelord narrowed his eyes.
"You didn't seem very concerned at the time."

"Alec," he said, grabbing him by the arm and turning him to face away from the Dreamweaver. "Look, I know I've really misunderstood your love life, and that made me party to really hurting you. Seriously, I was trying to help."

"Don't give me that, don't even consider justifying this by telling me you meant well, because she certainly didn't." he jabbed a finger at the Dreamweaver.
"You friggin' kissed me."

"Now look, I've heard of this sort of behavior before. Displacement, it's called - you find yourself unable or unwilling to express your true feelings, so you transform them into something else."

His first thoughts were of Susan, but he simply raised an eyebrow.
"What's your point?"

"Now, this is probably unworthy of me. I don't own her after all. She's free to make her own decisions. But if you should work up the nerve to pursue her, romantically? Well, I should warn you that I will probably attempt to stab you."

Alec shrugged off the hand, and shoved the Meddler a good two feet away from him.
"With the level of comprehension you always seem to show, it's no large wonder you haven't worked out that she's my half sister." he nearly yelled.

[Sisilaya Vulmecura]

Sisi was just fine with completely ignoring Alec as it was, pretending to do some sort of meditation as Robin and Alec seemed to bicker back and forth in hushed tones. She twiddled her thumbs, she was never good at staying still. Or actually, that habit developed ever since she started travelling with the Meddler.

Robin's word caused a small snort from her, she knew Alec was not interested in her in such a way, she would have simply felt it if he did. The fact Robin assumed he had a crush on her was cute, really, but as Robin had a knack for it he had once again completely missed the point. She wasn't surprised that in reaction Alec shoved him off a good two feet.

She was surprised by what he said next.

"With the level of comprehension you always seem to show, it's no large wonder you haven't worked out that she's my half sister." he nearly yelled.

Her eyes snapped open, sitting up instantly to stare at Alec, her eyes ablaze.

"What?!" She yelled

Oh he jested! Only then did her brain started calculating. He could never be her mothers child, he was no where Sidhe in sight. So that meant..

"You're Xandavier's son?"

Her jaw clenched.

[The First Doctor]

"Hey, Gene. Where's Paul, Eric, and Tommy?" the Meddler jibed, looking out the door for effect.

"Not funny." he said simply.

The Meddler started to protest, then closed his mouth. "No," he agreed, "You're right. It's not." He eyed Alec, noting the burns.

He put his hands behind his back.
"If you had kept your meddling niece in close range I wouldn't look like this. She wanted payback... I've been paying ever since. It's drawing on my life force, Robin, when she removed the Sidhe food some of the magic must've stayed behind." he said, not loudly enough for Sisilaya to hear. He was far past trying to make her feel guilty about this. There was no chance.

"Seriously, though, you should have let me check you over in the Infirmary before you left last time. You look like hell...."

The Timelord narrowed his eyes.
"You didn't seem very concerned at the time."

The Meddler began ticking points off on his fingers. "First, Alec, it's Meddler. Only the Dreamweaver calls me Robin." He paused. "Well, and Tonks. And Moorg. And Skaaz. And, well, really any of the Sidhe."

"Second, I don't keep her anywhere. Young as she is, she's an adult by the standards of the culture that, and I use the term advisedly here, raised her - a fact I've really only started to accept recently myself."

"Third, and this is closely related to the second point, she did want payback. Had she asked my opinion, I would have advised against the particular method, but she didn't ask."

"And fourth, I also had a post-Renerative Dreamweaver - who had been through some sort of exotic Regeneration - and an unconscious Sarah Jane Smith - who belongs to a species far more fragile than we are - to deal with. I'm sorry if you felt slighted, but your condition looked minor from a casual inspection, and you had stormed out before I could investigate further."

"Now that I know it's still having an effect, I am going to inisist that you let my Infirmary have a look at you. And Tonks. He's surprisingly handy with the equipment, these days."

"Alec," he said, grabbing him by the arm and turning him to face away from the Dreamweaver. "Look, I know I've really misunderstood your love life, and that made me party to really hurting you. Seriously, I was trying to help."

"Don't give me that, don't even consider justifying this by telling me you meant well, because she certainly didn't." he jabbed a finger at the Dreamweaver.
"You friggin' kissed me."

"My entire career path as a Renegade is built on a solid foundation of believing that the ends justify the means, Alec. Why should I stop now?" His eyes followed the direction of Alec's finger. "And, as I said, I would have advised against those plums had I been consulted." A shrug. "But, what the heck. You're a good kisser, it turns out."

He paused. "Of course, that may make the rest of this conversation sound a touch... hypocritical. But I'm a Time Lord. We're allowed to be hypocrites, right?"

He moved through his speech, ending with the line "But if you should work up the nerve to pursue her, romantically? Well, I should warn you that I will probably attempt to stab you."

Alec shrugged off the hand, and shoved the Meddler a good two feet away from him. "With the level of comprehension you always seem to show, it's no large wonder you haven't worked out that she's my half sister." he nearly yelled.

"I don't know how I could have been expected to," replied the Meddler. "I've never seen a biodata workup of you, you talk and look and kiss differently, and I had no idea that Éibhleann... Oh."

It clicked.

"What?!" the Dreamweaver yelled. "You're Xandavier's son?"

[Alec Harrison]

The Meddler began ticking points off on his fingers. "First, Alec, it's Meddler. Only the Dreamweaver calls me Robin." He paused. "Well, and Tonks. And Moorg. And Skaaz. And, well, really any of the Sidhe."

Alec scoffed.
"Well I guess you can't say that anymore."

"Second, I don't keep her anywhere."

"Obviously."

"Young as she is, she's an adult by the standards of the culture that, and I use the term advisedly here, raised her - a fact I've really only started to accept recently myself."

"I'm sorry, but are you saying that you have no control over Sisilaya whatsoever?"

The Dark Lord sighed.
"I could've sworn I respected you before your niece did this to me." he jabbed his thumb in the direction of his face, his voice worse now than ever.

The Meddler spoke on, harping and harping, but Alec wasn't listening. Then it got interesting...
"What?!?"

Alec smiled calmly with hinted maliciousness and nodded.

"You're Xandavier's son?"

"That certainly didn't take long enough." he jibed.
He sat back in the nearest seat, crossing one leg over the other. Now came the disbelief, the denial, and finally acceptance. He'd been waiting for this.

[Sisilaya Vulmecura]

"That certainly didn't take long enough." he jibed.
He sat back in the nearest seat, crossing one leg over the other. Now came the disbelief, the denial, and finally acceptance. He'd been waiting for this.

Sisi's face was a mix of contempt, utter shock, surprise and blankness all at once. She gasped, a few times trying to say nothing as her eyes stared at Alec blankly, as if trying to process the information.

Xandavier had sired beyond her

She had never even been slightly hinted at having any family

She had an older brother, who was older by several hundred years.

He hated her bloody guts.

She sighed and sat back, bringing her hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose. She felt a headache coming up, this was all a bit too much too process, or rather it was all a bit unreal to process.

She looked back up at Alec, her face neutral for once as she stared at him.

"How long have you known?" She asked. She clenched her jaws together, but this time in a slight fear. She couldn't hold back Xandavier and Alec at the same time, she knew this. She was no match for two Time Lords. Even though she was a new breed, they had hundred's of years ahead on her. Her father alone was something she could barely handle.

"Are you going to make my life as miserable has he has?" She asked tightly.

Had Alec even known he had a younger sister?

[The First Doctor]

"I'm sorry, but are you saying that you have no control over Sisilaya whatsoever?"

"I am saying, Alec, that the Dreamweaver is not my servant. I counsel, I teach, I suggest, but I do not control her."

The Dark Lord sighed. "I could've sworn I respected you before your niece did this to me." he jabbed his thumb in the direction of his face, his voice worse now than ever.

A small, sad smile. "Now why ever would you do that?" He shrugged. "Like, maybe. Enjoy the company of, possibly. But like?" He laughed without humor. "I'm the Meddler. The Grandfather Paradox made flesh. I'm surprised when people can stand to be in the same room with me, Alec."

Without meaning to, he glanced at the couch where the Dreamweaver sulked. Dread stabbed through him. Dread at the though of seeing only horror and disgust in her eyes.

Then, Alec dropped the proverbial bomb. "That certainly didn't take long enough." he jibed as the both of them realized what he was saying.

"How long have you known?" She asked. She clenched her jaws together, but this time in a slight fear. "Are you going to make my life as miserable has he has?" She asked tightly.

"No," the Meddler said flatly. "He won't."

Then he looked at Alec thoughtfully. "Three things, then."

He ticked a point off on his fingers. "I have declared vendetta against your father, and I intend to tear his world down around him before not allowing him to die." His voice was cold. "I have no desire to fight you as well, but you will not stop me."

He ticked off a second point. "If you attempt to do to the Dreamweaver what your father did to her, I will destroy you."

He ticked off a final point. "You are going to the Infirmary, and I am going to see what needs to be done to reverse this degenerative condition of yours. No arguing. Now."

[Alec Harrison]

"Are you going to make my life as miserable has he has?" She asked tightly.

"No," the Meddler said flatly. "He won't."

"Why shouldn't I? I made a mistake, and I've got nothing but pain and suffering from others, then she decides to add to it. Give me one reason why I shouldn't absolutely despise that retch."

Then he looked at Alec thoughtfully. "Three things, then."

"I have declared vendetta against your father, and I intend to tear his world down around him before not allowing him to die." His voice was cold. "I have no desire to fight you as well, but you will not stop me."

"Fine, and I'll be there for the autopsy. Now, back off."

"If you attempt to do to the Dreamweaver what your father did to her, I will destroy you."

"Ignoring the fact that she deserved not getting what she wanted for once, I know how to hate my sister from a distance, now leave me alone."

"You are going to the Infirmary, and I am going to see what needs to be done to reverse this degenerative condition of yours. No arguing. Now."

"I refuse to allow you to induce your primitive methods on me in a sad attempt to remedy the problem you helped cause. If you want to help, find my Tardis and drop me off in it." the Timelord scoffed.

"Don't make a mistake, I can find a new wingman. One who doesn't have an incestuous relationship with his niece who turns out to be my half sister and hates me almost as much as I hate her."

[Sisilaya Vulmecura]

"Why shouldn't I? I made a mistake, and I've got nothing but pain and suffering from others, then she decides to add to it. Give me one reason why I shouldn't absolutely despise that retch."

"You reap what you sow, Alec. You repaid with pain and suffering and still you don't seem to get it. You will continue suffering unless you change something to break the cycle. The energy should have left you when I removed it, just like it did to Sarah Jane. Something in you must have hold onto it, guilt or negative feelings generally will do that"

She was a bit surprised by how vicious the Meddler turned when it came to her own safety, he usually did not approve of violence at all. Yet, now he was threatening to make Alec's life miserable if he had any ill intentions towards her.

"Don't make a mistake, I can find a new wingman. One who doesn't have an incestuous relationship with his niece who turns out to be my half sister and hates me almost as much as I hate her."

She barked a laugh, grinning widely. "Robin and I aren't blood related, at all. He was my godfather when I was younger, he guided me and my ma through the Sidhe rituals because dad wasn't comfortable with them. No if I really was his niece then Xandavier would have been his brother and I'm pretty sure he isn't." She shook her head, chuckling softly.

She turned towards Robin when he was more or less forcing Alec to go to the infirmary, shaking her head as she advanced on Alec. "Your infirmary cannot remove any left over traces of my energy Robin, only I can I'm afraid" She said as she stood before Alec, only a single few feet apart.

"But you have to let me. I cannot force it out of you. It will only get worse if you fight it."

[The First Doctor]

"I refuse to allow you to induce your primitive methods on me in a sad attempt to remedy the problem you helped cause. If you want to help, find my Tardis and drop me off in it." the Timelord scoffed.

"Primitive!" The Meddler sounded offended. "Primitive? Why does everyone assume that the Infirmary is where I keep the leeches and willow bark It's a Surgical Loom, directed by an adaptive focused intelligence. I even updated the operational engrams during the War! Primitive, indeed."

"Don't make a mistake, I can find a new wingman. One who doesn't have an incestuous relationship with his niece who turns out to be my half sister and hates me almost as much as I hate her."

"Incestuous..?" It took him a minute to recall the definition of the word, and nearly another minute to work out why Alec was attempting to apply such an alien and archaic word to his relationship with the Dreamweaver.

Apparently, the Dreamweaver worked it out faster. She barked a laugh, grinning widely. "Robin and I aren't blood related, at all. He was my godfather when I was younger, he guided me and my ma through the Sidhe rituals because dad wasn't comfortable with them. No if I really was his niece then Xandavier would have been his brother and I'm pretty sure he isn't." She shook her head, chuckling softly.

"No, he's not." A pause. "Of course, he is one of the Grandfathers of the House that Loomed me. Back when I had a history, that is.

Another pause, and he could see the question forming on the Dreamweaver's face. "Grandfather is an an honorific, that's all. I'm no more or less related to him than I am to any other Arcalian."

She turned towards Robin when he was more or less forcing Alec to go to the infirmary, shaking her head as she advanced on Alec. "Your infirmary cannot remove any left over traces of my energy Robin, only I can I'm afraid" She said as she stood before Alec, only a single few feet apart.

"You'd be amazed what an AFI with a surgical loom can manage, but go ahead. If Alec agrees."

"But you have to let me. I cannot force it out of you. It will only get worse if you fight it."

The Meddler stepped away from Alec, and checked the readouts on the console. Then checked them again. Inbound energetic signatures, 300 ylys away, and closing at 0.5 ylys per second.

Sidhe energetic signatures.

How did they track us? My TARDIS is all but invisible in the Vortex these days... His eyes fell on the phone lying on the console, and he smacked himself in the forehead. "Stupid," he exclaimed. "Why didn't I realize..!"

He smashed the phone to the floor, and ground it under the heel of the low boots he was wearing, then began to set new coordinates in the console.

[Alec Harrison]

Alec felt slightly put off by the way she chuckled at him, but made no sign of it. "Robin and I aren't blood related, at all. He was my godfather when I was younger, he guided me and my ma through the Sidhe rituals because dad wasn't comfortable with them. No if I really was his niece then Xandavier would have been his brother and I'm pretty sure he isn't." She shook her head, chuckling softly.

Alec only nodded, deciding it best not to comment.

She turned towards Robin when he was more or less forcing Alec to go to the infirmary, shaking her head as she advanced on Alec. "Your infirmary cannot remove any left over traces of my energy Robin, only I can I'm afraid" She said as she stood before Alec, only a single few feet apart.

"You'd be amazed what an AFI with a surgical loom can manage, but go ahead. If Alec agrees."

"But you have to let me. I cannot force it out of you. It will only get worse if you fight it."

The Timelord crossed his arms defiantly.
"Come off it Sisilaya, you are one confused Dreamweaver. You did this to me, now you want to reverse it? Weren't you the one saying that I deserved it?"

To be truthful, he was terrified of Sidhe magic. If it had brought him to actually development "affection" for someone not Susan nor the Phantom, he couldn't imagine what else it could do.

Alec turned his back to the two as the Meddler rushed to the controls.

Did they really want to help? He could understand defensiveness, and the Meddler had never really meant him ill. He let a low sigh escape his lips as he lowered his head.
"What do you need me to do?"

[Sisilaya Vulmecura]

"Come off it Sisilaya, you are one confused Dreamweaver. You did this to me, now you want to reverse it? Weren't you the one saying that I deserved it?"

She looked at Alec for a bit, wondering where all the bitterness came from. It had been there when they had even first met, but up till now she had never bothered to think why he had become this way. She shook her head slowly, a small lopsided smile on her face as she looked back at Alec.

"Your pride did deserve it, yes. What you did wounded me and I wanted to repay you in kind. Yet, if you really are my brother then I'd rather not feel hatred towards you any more. I grew up thinking I was alone, I dreamed of having an older brother when I was a younger. I won't stare a gifted horse in the mouth now, I'm not a hypocrite. We might not ever be best friends, but the least we could manage is being civil towards each other.. and I'm willing to take that first step."

She watched silently as Alec's back was still turned towards her. She wondered what he would say, if he would still despise her. If he would still make her miserable at every jab he could get.
He was proud, just like Xandavier was. The resemblance made goosebumps run up her arms to her neck.

"What do you need me to do?"

She opened her hands towards him.

"Just, give me your hands." There was a slight echo to her voice.

Just then Robin threw his phone to the floor, crushing it under his boot. Bits of metal and plastic scattering across the floor. "Stupid," he exclaimed. "Why didn't I realize..!"

She noted him quickly changing the coordinates before she turned back to Alec before her, a look of desperation on her face.

"Just give me your hands, please! If I don't get it out of you they can use it against you!"

[The First Doctor]

(OOC: Pass. Who am I to interrupt this tender family reunion.

Also, it would just be more "Meddler ignores everyone while entering coordinates" anyway. Feel free to hear the Time Rotor kick in.)

[Alec Harrison]

"Your pride did deserve it, yes. What you did wounded me and I wanted to repay you in kind. Yet, if you really are my brother then I'd rather not feel hatred towards you any more. I grew up thinking I was alone, I dreamed of having an older brother when I was a younger. I won't stare a gifted horse in the mouth now, I'm not a hypocrite. We might not ever be best friends, but the least we could manage is being civil towards each other.. and I'm willing to take that first step."

Alec lowered his eyebrows.
"I'm not interested in being friends at all, Sisi- if you had really given half a mind to me I would've known by now. I had Xandavier as a father too... Tough luck. I will act civilly, but I won't begin to believe you actually care about me, though I have a feeling that isn't the point you're trying to get across."

Even as the Tardis motor kicked to life, Alec offered his hand. Would this hurt?
"Let's just get this over with."

[Sisilaya Vulmecura]

"Believe what you wish Alec, I know by now my words cannot make you change your mind."

Instead she decided to act and next to his offered hand she grabbed onto his other hand aswell. It would be faster this way.

"Look into my eyes, focus on those."

The moment he did the glamour around her dropped, the raw Sidhe energy surging outwards like a decompression and filling their senses to almost the point of invasion. It was a good thing he was looking at her eyes, the only still true focal point of her body. Her body was still there, but what his eyes saw and what his mind registered was something completely different to what his hands were feelings. Her hold on his hands still felt quite solid.

The golden energy pulled the remnants of the Fae energy back from his mind, travelling down and leaving his body through his hands and into her body. It felt like a cloak of tar had been pulled from his mind, it's last stretchy tendrils releasing him from their hold.

I do care. Her voice echoed around him. And warmth surrounded him, pulling the fatigue from his face and body like only sleep could. She was a healer after all.

The moment the residue Fae energy left him, her presence surged inward again with an implosion, the glamour was back in check. They both looked like nothing happened, safe for their hair looking a little ruffled.

She turned to Robin.

"Have you managed to shake them off?"

Her hands left Alec's.

[The First Doctor]

The Meddler's hands flew over the controls of the TARDIS as he watched the Sidhe energy signatures approach. They were transluminal, but they were only transtemporal in the limited fashion that any form of faster than light travel allowed.

He laughed. If you were depending on transluminal velocities for time travel, then you were limited by the fact that space and time were the same thing - you couldn't travel faster in time than you could in space.

The Time Rotor roared to life as the TARDIS withdrew its anchor to four-dimensional spacetime.

In the distance, he could the Dreamweaver and the Dark Lord bicker their way into an agreement over letting her help him. He smiled, distantly pleased but far too distracted by the approaching Sidhe.

A shimmering golden glow illuminated the console room, the distinct radiance of the Dreamweaver's unique energy signature.

"I've got a Type 67 Mark IV, heavily modified," he said to nobody in particular. "She's not fast, and she's not a luxury model. But she's a workhorse..." He flipped three switches, activating armatures that manipulated twelve-dimensional forces, and began running calculations in his mind.

For a breathtaking moment it felt like he was parallel processing, multiple minds each taking portions of the equations and deriving answers.

"Tonks!"

The brownie appeared. "Yes, my Lord Robin?"

He moved to a different panel, and began converting equation solutions into programming. "Ensure that the inertial compensators are active in the Specialist's chambers. Ensure that she is comfortable, but secured."

"Of course, my-"

"Now!" he barked.

The brownie bowed and vanished.

"Have you managed to shake them off?" the Dreamweaver asked.

"Just about," he grinned, savagely. "Hang on. This is going to get bumpy."

He depressed a button, and threw a final switch. Outside, on the eleven-dimensional hull of the TARDIS, the armatures came to life. A beam of alien energies blazed across uncomprehenisble gaps, connecting the time capsule to a nearby secondary Anchor Line. Two more began to manipulate the raw stuff of the Vortex itself, twisting and knotting and distorting the substrate of reality itself.

"Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks!" the Meddler roared as the TARDIS began to tremble with the fury of the time storm. "Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanes, spout till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks!"

He laughed, and the shuddering of the hull and the roaring of the Time Rotor made it seem as if the TARDIS laughed with him. "You sulfurous and thought-executing fires, vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, singe my head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, smite flat the thick rotundity o' th' world!"