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[eagledingly]

[So Lewis is sneaking back into the house after his pick-Poland-up-and-carry-him-home-trip. Covering this up will be a bit hard though, with blood all over his front and his bare feet all muddy. He just hopes that he can make it to the bathroom and then back into his room without running into anyone.]

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[rezzedingly]

[There's a heavy thudding on the front door.]

[It's Jack Harkness, Feliks's dad. He's pissed, red blooded, American, and he's armed.]

[eagledingly]

Yes?

[Not opening the door yet. The curtains are drawn, so there is no way to look inside.]

[rezzedingly]

I'm here about my son. [He doesn't yell, but his voice carries through the door just fine.]

[eagledingly]

How is he now?

[It's not hard to guess whom the man is talking about. Just... sorry. No way that he could open the door.]

[rezzedingly]

Someone beat him with a PIPE. How do you think he is? [he bangs one fist against the door, and it shudders in it's frame.]

I want to talk to your father, boy.

[eagledingly]

I didn't ask how he was. I brought him over to your house, I saw that. My question was how he is now.

[Because he is sincerely worried, and he can't do what the man wants of him.]

[rezzedingly]

[Jack pauses.]

You're the one who brought him home?

[eagledingly]

It was the only thing that I could do.

[rezzedingly]

[He leans his forehead against the door. He knows this kid, he's not much different in age than Feliks---]

You should get out of there. [he says, teeth clenched.] I wanted to handle this myself, but I'll call the authorities if I have to.

[eagledingly]

Please don't.

[He wonders if he should tell this man, but only for a moment. If the alternative is that he causes this much harm to his family...]

You know why he is hurt?

[rezzedingly]

He's my son. It doesn't matter.

[He flexes his hands in and out of fists.]

And it certainly wasn't right for your father to take a pipe to him.

[eagledingly]

He has an affair with father's third wife. I'm sure she would not want to see more people getting hurt because of her.

[And yes, this implies that Jack could be the one getting hurt.]

[belovedingly]

[Amber melts out of the darkness next to Jack. She's barefoot and wearing just a summer dress, despite the chilly night air. Her tense posture spells danger as much as Jack's clenching and unclenching fists]

Jack.

[Her hand closes around his]

Lewis, more people will get hurt however you look at it. We're just making sure it stays between your father and the people he's already hurt.

Let us in, please.

[eagledingly]

[He shakes his head, despite them being unable to see it.]

I can't open the door.

[And then his voice raises just a bit. He's slowly coming closer to the end of his patience. He's hurt and scared of the consequences of his father hurting an outsider that badly, and worried that more harm will be done to even more members of his family.]

I don't think that you're one of the "people he's already hurt".

[rezzedingly]

[Third wife? What the hell?]

[But part of his mind finds that completely normal...]

If you hurt one of us, you hurt us all. I'd think you'd understand that.

[eagledingly]

I don't. Your son is nearly as old as I am, old enough to know the consequences of what he's doing and handle them himself.

Be that as it might, I can't open the door.