LOG 15 July
WHO: Owen docisin, Future!Luke bane-archetype, Future!Tosh toshwood
WHAT: Chaos that poor Present!Owen has to deal with!
WHEN: July 15 after this
WHERE: Outside the Hub, Bannerman Road Brighton
WHY: It got out of control, bwahaha!
WITH: Luke wanting to see his mum again and dragging Owen along, Owen having to keep Luke from changint the timelines, Luke getting all miffed and surly about it
Moments after Owen entered the hub, Luke grabbed him and dragged him back out.
Owen yelped as he was dragged away. "Um....", he paused, looking at the man who was NOT a teenager, "Luke? The Hub's that way"
"Don't worry, I told Jack we were going, and Ianto has my mobile, we can be back in a blink." Luke kept dragging him through the halls toward the tourist shop and daylight.
Owen arched a brow, letting him be dragged along. "Okay.....where are we going...exactly?", he asked, looking up, "Weevil's don't normally come out 'til night, so is someone hurt?"
Luke paused when they emerged, squinting against the sunlight. "I know you don't do Mum things, Owen - but I don't want to do this alone, and Mickey..." he sighed. "He's not my Mickey, he's not the same. Just a little surveillance, that's all."
"Oh", Owen blinked, then offered him a smile, "S'alright, Mate. We can go check on her"
"Thanks," Luke said, giving him a small smile.
"Not a problem", said Owen, "Just MY mum I have issues with, the decent ones are alright"
"I'm not going to go in, I just want to observe a little, that shouldn't mess things up."
"So long as you don't touch yourself, no, it won't",. agreed Owen with a nod.
"I believe the consequence of the 'ten year bazooka' is that my current to you self has been transplanted with myself into the future."
Owen considered. "Yup, that sounds...", he paused, "Aww bugger, that's not going to be nice for him"
"No it isn't," Luke agreed. "When he gets back, take him home as soon as you can. Please."
"Will do", Owen nodded, "Break speed limits and everything"
"Thank you. Hopefully no one will tell him about her. It would be better that way. Luke stopped squinting at the sky, and let go of Owen. His fingers flew over the small buttons in the watch on his wrist.
Owen nodded. "I'm sure we have more sense than that", he said, then considered, "Everyone but me has more sense than that and...wot's that?"
"Indigo watch," he said, once he finished the coordinates. "Got a tiny shard of xyloc in it, too."
"Indigo?", Owen asked, "Wait...isn't xyloc that insane crystal thing?"
"Nicked it off Mr. Smith, put a governor on it, it's safe."
"Alright, so long as it doesn't try to kill us or anything", said Owen, "What does it do?"
"It won't, it just lets me contact Mr. Smith if I need something a little more high-tech than Torchwood's capability. Hang onto my arm."
Owen arched a brow, doing as he was told. "...You didn't say what it does..."
"Same thing as Project Indigo for UNIT, I improved it," he said before WHOOVSH they were transported to Bannerman Road, Brighton.
"GAH!!!", Owen blinked, "Teleporter?!!! Okay, Luke, Mate, didn't have a CLUE what Project Indigo was....was I supposed to? Did not bother going to a meeting?"
"No, it was some top-secret UNIT thing. Martha used the prototype back when we had that Dalek unpleasantness."
"Tha Dalek unplesantness wasn't that long ago for me", said Owen, "And the bastards didn't btoher telling me about it!"
"It was hard for people to talk about it for a while, don't hold it against them." He closed his watch and glanced down the road, his eyes resting on a tall old building.
"Guess so", Owen shrugged, before glancing at it, "That the one?2
Luke nodded. "Number thirteen."
"Unlucky for some", Owen murmured.
Luke shot him a confused look.
Owen chuckled. "Bingo call, number thirteen, unlucky for some"
"How can a number be unlucky?"
"Superstions", Owen chuckled, "People think it's bad luck for some reason"
"That isn't logical. How can a number have bearing, unless one is placing wagers?"
"Dunno", Owen laughed, "People won't walk under ladders, either"
"There is a probability of a misstep causing the ladder to fall on one, however."
"Nope, they think it's bad luck, and..umm.. stepping on a paving crack, breaking a mirror, stuff like that"
"One could step on a crack, should they catch their toe on it - and Mirrors were once created using mercury, were they not? Breaking one would release the poison. All reasonable. But why a number?"
Owen laughed. "I don't think mirrors are poisonous and yeah, the number thing is daft"
"Not anymore, they've got better ways of creating a reflective surface now."
"Right", Owen blinked, "Wow, you're like a little enclyclopdeia, aren't you?"
"First thing I read after we got rid of the Bane... Took me all night."
Owen blinked. ".....You're being serious, aren't you?"
Luke glanced at Owen and nodded, then started walking down the road toward the house.
Owen followed him quietly, glancing around as he did. "Nice neighbourhood"
"It was. Quiet, too. Mostly," he replied, smiling slightly as he saw Maria and her father packing up for a holiday. They were laughing about something. It was good to see.
"Friend of yours?", Owen asked, arching a brow.
"Maria," he said. "First person I met."
"Oh aye", Owen grinned "So is she..."
"Is she what?" Luke asked, puzzled.
"You know", Owen waggled his eyebrows, "MORE than a friend?"
Luke's puzzled look turned into a downright stare of shock. "With MARIA?!" he asked, carefully keeping his voice down, but successfully conveying the capslock nature of his incredulity.
"I take it not, then?", Owen chuckled, "Just thought...you know, raging teenage hormones and all that"
"I'm eleven," he deadpanned back - falling on his habit of giving his true age when backed into a corner, and needing an excuse.
Owen shrugged. "Pre-teen hormones then"
"She's like a sister to me, Owen - it's never been like that."
"Alright", Owen smiled and nodded, "That's nice"
"..." Luke opened his mouth to reply before suddenly shutting it and pausing as he saw his mum bringing something over the road to his friend.
Owen glanced over at Luke, then at Sarah Jane. "You miss her, huh?"
He nodded quietly. "Very much."
Owen watched quietly. "Must be hard", he said, lost on how to comfort him.
The seeming perpetual openness about Luke abruptly disappeared, leaving him very closed down. "I didn't bring you with me for comfort. I brought you to make sure I don't try to change things."
Owen glanced at him in surprise. "Alright, Mate", he said gently.
"It would be so simple to leave a time-locked warning," he said softly, affecting nonchalance as he leaned against a tree and watched. "So simple."
Owen watched him. "I would, but you should know that's not the right thing to do", he said, "At the risk of the world."
"I know. It doesn't mean I don't want to, though."
"I know, mate", Owen sighed, "But pissing about with events just makes things worse. She wouldn't have wanted it"
"It's good to hear her laugh."
"Yeah?", Owen smiled, "Seems the nice sort, I guess"
"She was... is. Very nice." Luke shoved his hands deep into his pockets.
Owen nodded, watching her. "Bet she gave that Doctor hell"
"I have no idea."
"She doesn't talk about him?", asked Owen, "All the other Companions I've met won't shut up about the idiot"
"She talked sometimes about their adventures, but since we have so many of our own - it's more her talking to herself when she talks about him. 'What would The Doctor do?' and all that rubbish. Well, the Doctor wouldn't ruddy well have-" Luke felt his temper getting the better of him, something that was still so very new, and grit his jaw tightly as he forced down the emotion.
Owen watched him, then sighed. "Yeah. If it's any consolation, I don't like him. I think he's a Tosser"
"I avoid him when I can," Luke admitted.
"Don't blame you", Owen said.
Luke nodded a moment, then pushed off from the tree, walking toward the group.
Owen blinked, then started after him. "Luuuke", he hissed, "What're you doing?"
"Going to get myself arrested, probably," he said, keeping walking.
Owen grabbed his arm. "Luke, remember that little talk a few moments back?", he asked, "About how this would be bad?"
"I doubt they'll recognise me." Luke dodged and kept going.
"And what, exactly, are you planning on saying?", asked Owen.
"I don't know yet."
Owen moved to stand in front of him. "Well anything that involves any term of the word 'mum' or 'future' is out, seriously, I haven't got the firepower to get rid of Reapers"
"I won't change the future, I just... She used to travel in time, it's not like she doesn't know it can happen. The most she'll do is yell at me for coming here when my younger self is at Torchwood, because what if I wasn't at Torchwood, I'd be here, and we'd accidentally touch, and whoops there goes the earth. But I'm not going to do that, because my younger self isn't at Torchwood, at least not at the moment... well, literally speaking."
Owen sighed. "And what will you tell her when she asks you how she is in the future, Luke?", he asked quietly.
"I'll reinterpret the phrase in such a way that I will be able to answer truthfully without conveying anything," Luke argued quietly, moving to sidestep him again.
"Luke, come on, you're a smart kid", said Owen, "This woman is your mother. From what I hear about the good kind, they know when their kid is avoiding something"
"She'll know better than to mess with time," he begged. "I could... just go up, tell her who I am, mention that I accidentally came back at the wrong time, but considering what I was doing before I came back, I wouldn't mind a hug and hello before I'm on my way.?"
Owen looked at him. "Luke, are you even listening to yourself?", he asked, "You know we have to be careful with timelines, that might cock everything up. I know you miss her, I know she's your mum, but anything could happen. You really willing to take that risk?"
"Yes." Luke's voice was low and almost dangerous sounding. What had working for Torchwood done to him? Or perhaps it was something else that had done it to him. Owen had no way of knowing.
Owen gave him a pointed look. "Don't take that sort of tone with me", he warned, a low, inhuman growl leaking into his tone, "We're going back to the Hub. And we're doing it now"
"The weevil doesn't scare me, Owen, I've been fighting alien-kind since the day I was born," he ground out in return, every muscle in his body taut.
Owen narrowed his eyes. "Luke, just stop acting like an arse and get the fuck back to the Hub. Now"
"No," Luke replied, stepping around him quicker than he should have been able to.
Owen narrowed his eyes, lunging for him. "Luke, enough!"
Owen's hand came down around Luke's teleporter, accidentally hitting the 'return' button as he did so. There was a bright flash, and Sarah Jane frowned curiously, but then turned away, distracted with wishing Maria and Allen a safe trip.
Luke and Owen were deposited back in front of the Tourist Station. Luke shouted and punched Owen angrily.
Owen took the punch, reeling back, before scowling at him. "Calm the fuck down, Luke, you know it had to be done"
"IT DID NOT! It would have changed NOTHING!"
Owen let him yell, maybe he'd rubbed off on the kid a bit too much. "You don't know that", he said, "How would she have felt if she was a catalyst that ended everything?"
"I DON'T KNOW! I'LL NEVER KNOW, WILL I, BECAUSE I FUCKING KILLED HER!" Luke screamed back, before clapping a hand over his mouth and stepping away from Owen, stricken.
Owen blinked, frowning at him. "You.....wot?"
Luke shook his head. "Don't."
"Sorry", Owen frowned, looking away, before looking at him again, "Luke....mate"
"No. I shouldn't have gone." He turned and started walking toward the Harbor.
Tosh stepped out of the shop. "I knew he thought that, but I've never heard him say that before."
WHAT: Chaos that poor Present!Owen has to deal with!
WHEN: July 15 after this
WHERE: Outside the Hub, Bannerman Road Brighton
WHY: It got out of control, bwahaha!
WITH: Luke wanting to see his mum again and dragging Owen along, Owen having to keep Luke from changint the timelines, Luke getting all miffed and surly about it
Moments after Owen entered the hub, Luke grabbed him and dragged him back out.
Owen yelped as he was dragged away. "Um....", he paused, looking at the man who was NOT a teenager, "Luke? The Hub's that way"
"Don't worry, I told Jack we were going, and Ianto has my mobile, we can be back in a blink." Luke kept dragging him through the halls toward the tourist shop and daylight.
Owen arched a brow, letting him be dragged along. "Okay.....where are we going...exactly?", he asked, looking up, "Weevil's don't normally come out 'til night, so is someone hurt?"
Luke paused when they emerged, squinting against the sunlight. "I know you don't do Mum things, Owen - but I don't want to do this alone, and Mickey..." he sighed. "He's not my Mickey, he's not the same. Just a little surveillance, that's all."
"Oh", Owen blinked, then offered him a smile, "S'alright, Mate. We can go check on her"
"Thanks," Luke said, giving him a small smile.
"Not a problem", said Owen, "Just MY mum I have issues with, the decent ones are alright"
"I'm not going to go in, I just want to observe a little, that shouldn't mess things up."
"So long as you don't touch yourself, no, it won't",. agreed Owen with a nod.
"I believe the consequence of the 'ten year bazooka' is that my current to you self has been transplanted with myself into the future."
Owen considered. "Yup, that sounds...", he paused, "Aww bugger, that's not going to be nice for him"
"No it isn't," Luke agreed. "When he gets back, take him home as soon as you can. Please."
"Will do", Owen nodded, "Break speed limits and everything"
"Thank you. Hopefully no one will tell him about her. It would be better that way. Luke stopped squinting at the sky, and let go of Owen. His fingers flew over the small buttons in the watch on his wrist.
Owen nodded. "I'm sure we have more sense than that", he said, then considered, "Everyone but me has more sense than that and...wot's that?"
"Indigo watch," he said, once he finished the coordinates. "Got a tiny shard of xyloc in it, too."
"Indigo?", Owen asked, "Wait...isn't xyloc that insane crystal thing?"
"Nicked it off Mr. Smith, put a governor on it, it's safe."
"Alright, so long as it doesn't try to kill us or anything", said Owen, "What does it do?"
"It won't, it just lets me contact Mr. Smith if I need something a little more high-tech than Torchwood's capability. Hang onto my arm."
Owen arched a brow, doing as he was told. "...You didn't say what it does..."
"Same thing as Project Indigo for UNIT, I improved it," he said before WHOOVSH they were transported to Bannerman Road, Brighton.
"GAH!!!", Owen blinked, "Teleporter?!!! Okay, Luke, Mate, didn't have a CLUE what Project Indigo was....was I supposed to? Did not bother going to a meeting?"
"No, it was some top-secret UNIT thing. Martha used the prototype back when we had that Dalek unpleasantness."
"Tha Dalek unplesantness wasn't that long ago for me", said Owen, "And the bastards didn't btoher telling me about it!"
"It was hard for people to talk about it for a while, don't hold it against them." He closed his watch and glanced down the road, his eyes resting on a tall old building.
"Guess so", Owen shrugged, before glancing at it, "That the one?2
Luke nodded. "Number thirteen."
"Unlucky for some", Owen murmured.
Luke shot him a confused look.
Owen chuckled. "Bingo call, number thirteen, unlucky for some"
"How can a number be unlucky?"
"Superstions", Owen chuckled, "People think it's bad luck for some reason"
"That isn't logical. How can a number have bearing, unless one is placing wagers?"
"Dunno", Owen laughed, "People won't walk under ladders, either"
"There is a probability of a misstep causing the ladder to fall on one, however."
"Nope, they think it's bad luck, and..umm.. stepping on a paving crack, breaking a mirror, stuff like that"
"One could step on a crack, should they catch their toe on it - and Mirrors were once created using mercury, were they not? Breaking one would release the poison. All reasonable. But why a number?"
Owen laughed. "I don't think mirrors are poisonous and yeah, the number thing is daft"
"Not anymore, they've got better ways of creating a reflective surface now."
"Right", Owen blinked, "Wow, you're like a little enclyclopdeia, aren't you?"
"First thing I read after we got rid of the Bane... Took me all night."
Owen blinked. ".....You're being serious, aren't you?"
Luke glanced at Owen and nodded, then started walking down the road toward the house.
Owen followed him quietly, glancing around as he did. "Nice neighbourhood"
"It was. Quiet, too. Mostly," he replied, smiling slightly as he saw Maria and her father packing up for a holiday. They were laughing about something. It was good to see.
"Friend of yours?", Owen asked, arching a brow.
"Maria," he said. "First person I met."
"Oh aye", Owen grinned "So is she..."
"Is she what?" Luke asked, puzzled.
"You know", Owen waggled his eyebrows, "MORE than a friend?"
Luke's puzzled look turned into a downright stare of shock. "With MARIA?!" he asked, carefully keeping his voice down, but successfully conveying the capslock nature of his incredulity.
"I take it not, then?", Owen chuckled, "Just thought...you know, raging teenage hormones and all that"
"I'm eleven," he deadpanned back - falling on his habit of giving his true age when backed into a corner, and needing an excuse.
Owen shrugged. "Pre-teen hormones then"
"She's like a sister to me, Owen - it's never been like that."
"Alright", Owen smiled and nodded, "That's nice"
"..." Luke opened his mouth to reply before suddenly shutting it and pausing as he saw his mum bringing something over the road to his friend.
Owen glanced over at Luke, then at Sarah Jane. "You miss her, huh?"
He nodded quietly. "Very much."
Owen watched quietly. "Must be hard", he said, lost on how to comfort him.
The seeming perpetual openness about Luke abruptly disappeared, leaving him very closed down. "I didn't bring you with me for comfort. I brought you to make sure I don't try to change things."
Owen glanced at him in surprise. "Alright, Mate", he said gently.
"It would be so simple to leave a time-locked warning," he said softly, affecting nonchalance as he leaned against a tree and watched. "So simple."
Owen watched him. "I would, but you should know that's not the right thing to do", he said, "At the risk of the world."
"I know. It doesn't mean I don't want to, though."
"I know, mate", Owen sighed, "But pissing about with events just makes things worse. She wouldn't have wanted it"
"It's good to hear her laugh."
"Yeah?", Owen smiled, "Seems the nice sort, I guess"
"She was... is. Very nice." Luke shoved his hands deep into his pockets.
Owen nodded, watching her. "Bet she gave that Doctor hell"
"I have no idea."
"She doesn't talk about him?", asked Owen, "All the other Companions I've met won't shut up about the idiot"
"She talked sometimes about their adventures, but since we have so many of our own - it's more her talking to herself when she talks about him. 'What would The Doctor do?' and all that rubbish. Well, the Doctor wouldn't ruddy well have-" Luke felt his temper getting the better of him, something that was still so very new, and grit his jaw tightly as he forced down the emotion.
Owen watched him, then sighed. "Yeah. If it's any consolation, I don't like him. I think he's a Tosser"
"I avoid him when I can," Luke admitted.
"Don't blame you", Owen said.
Luke nodded a moment, then pushed off from the tree, walking toward the group.
Owen blinked, then started after him. "Luuuke", he hissed, "What're you doing?"
"Going to get myself arrested, probably," he said, keeping walking.
Owen grabbed his arm. "Luke, remember that little talk a few moments back?", he asked, "About how this would be bad?"
"I doubt they'll recognise me." Luke dodged and kept going.
"And what, exactly, are you planning on saying?", asked Owen.
"I don't know yet."
Owen moved to stand in front of him. "Well anything that involves any term of the word 'mum' or 'future' is out, seriously, I haven't got the firepower to get rid of Reapers"
"I won't change the future, I just... She used to travel in time, it's not like she doesn't know it can happen. The most she'll do is yell at me for coming here when my younger self is at Torchwood, because what if I wasn't at Torchwood, I'd be here, and we'd accidentally touch, and whoops there goes the earth. But I'm not going to do that, because my younger self isn't at Torchwood, at least not at the moment... well, literally speaking."
Owen sighed. "And what will you tell her when she asks you how she is in the future, Luke?", he asked quietly.
"I'll reinterpret the phrase in such a way that I will be able to answer truthfully without conveying anything," Luke argued quietly, moving to sidestep him again.
"Luke, come on, you're a smart kid", said Owen, "This woman is your mother. From what I hear about the good kind, they know when their kid is avoiding something"
"She'll know better than to mess with time," he begged. "I could... just go up, tell her who I am, mention that I accidentally came back at the wrong time, but considering what I was doing before I came back, I wouldn't mind a hug and hello before I'm on my way.?"
Owen looked at him. "Luke, are you even listening to yourself?", he asked, "You know we have to be careful with timelines, that might cock everything up. I know you miss her, I know she's your mum, but anything could happen. You really willing to take that risk?"
"Yes." Luke's voice was low and almost dangerous sounding. What had working for Torchwood done to him? Or perhaps it was something else that had done it to him. Owen had no way of knowing.
Owen gave him a pointed look. "Don't take that sort of tone with me", he warned, a low, inhuman growl leaking into his tone, "We're going back to the Hub. And we're doing it now"
"The weevil doesn't scare me, Owen, I've been fighting alien-kind since the day I was born," he ground out in return, every muscle in his body taut.
Owen narrowed his eyes. "Luke, just stop acting like an arse and get the fuck back to the Hub. Now"
"No," Luke replied, stepping around him quicker than he should have been able to.
Owen narrowed his eyes, lunging for him. "Luke, enough!"
Owen's hand came down around Luke's teleporter, accidentally hitting the 'return' button as he did so. There was a bright flash, and Sarah Jane frowned curiously, but then turned away, distracted with wishing Maria and Allen a safe trip.
Luke and Owen were deposited back in front of the Tourist Station. Luke shouted and punched Owen angrily.
Owen took the punch, reeling back, before scowling at him. "Calm the fuck down, Luke, you know it had to be done"
"IT DID NOT! It would have changed NOTHING!"
Owen let him yell, maybe he'd rubbed off on the kid a bit too much. "You don't know that", he said, "How would she have felt if she was a catalyst that ended everything?"
"I DON'T KNOW! I'LL NEVER KNOW, WILL I, BECAUSE I FUCKING KILLED HER!" Luke screamed back, before clapping a hand over his mouth and stepping away from Owen, stricken.
Owen blinked, frowning at him. "You.....wot?"
Luke shook his head. "Don't."
"Sorry", Owen frowned, looking away, before looking at him again, "Luke....mate"
"No. I shouldn't have gone." He turned and started walking toward the Harbor.
Tosh stepped out of the shop. "I knew he thought that, but I've never heard him say that before."