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[Aisling's voice is sharp, her accent more pronounced than usual. She's either excited or alarmed - it's a little hard to tell.]

Captain! There's something I need to show you. Now.

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Well, who knows? It's something to consider for sure. [ To be quite honest, it wasn't something that Jack had even considered, but now was something he wasn't sure he'd get out of his mind. The constant nagging of someone watching them all the time. Listening. Knowing. He tries for a smile again. ]

But aren't you glad to have it, Aisling? I mean.. if it's upsetting you, I'm sure I can find a safe place for it.

[Aisling clutched the fragment fiercely, her whole body curling around it a little. She pulls away a few steps, wild-eyed with fear that this small reminder of the life she's lost might be taken from her.]

No! It's hers! Of course I want it!

[She stops abruptly. She didn't mean to react that way. He meant well, and hadn't she asked him out here, after all? She uncurls, turning to him with an apologetic, forlorn expression.]

...You check things for anything strange. I can't feel anything, but... Maybe it would be better if you and Ianto checked it, first.

[Slowly, painfully, she extends it to him. He wouldn't hurt it. He would get it back to her. Of course he would. He was her friend. Her family here. One of the few she really trusted.]

[ Jack thanks her for her giving it to him and takes it back from her, examining it a bit more closely. Everything looks fine and ordinary, like normal cloth and metal. Just to be safe, he opens up his vortex manipulator and runs a quick scan of it. It's a simple scan, but the readings checked out. ] Nothing strange about it. Nothing more than everything else around here... It's clean. [ He smiles and hands it back. ] Nothing to worry about.

[The little fae watches him anxiously, fingers interlaced so that she won't do anything she'll regret. When he pronounces it safe, something in her releases. She straightens subtly, the sorrow tempering to grief past and joy remembered. She takes it back gratefully, wrapping it about her hand with the brooch in her palm, and then darts in to hug her Captain hard about the waist.]

I'm really glad you came. I'll make it up to you somehow.

I'm glad that I did too. I can see why you were so upset.

[He hugs her back and smooths her hair before tilting her head up to look at him. ] You're okay, though? Everything all right now?

[She gives him a genuine smile.]

Yes. It scared me, but I'm all right.

[She grew more sober and thoughtful, releasing him enough to look at her prize again.]

...She did not have your gift. She couldn't be here.

[The sombre change of tone pulls the smile from his face. He watches her with the item in her hand and sighs. It's a shame, really, that someone so sweet has to be so sad.]

I'm sorry, Aisling. If I could bring her here, I would do anything in my power to make that happen for you. Everyone needs their mothers. Even me, sometimes. I miss her a lot.

[She shakes her head, swinging that gleaming sheet of hair. This pain is not new to her. It's the renewed hope that is squeezing her heart too tightly. This place is so strange, and if it pulls in people from the far future, might it also pull people from further past...?]

It's not your fault. We can't know how things will happen. And we can't bring them back.

That's true... But it doesn't make it hurt any less.

[Jack shifts himself to sit down completely and he pats his leg, inviting her for a sit.]

But we have to remember that even if someone is gone from the world, they're never really gone if we remember them, right?

[Now that she's more or less recovered, Aisling folds herself down to sit cross-legged right across from him. Is that what they tell themselves, now? That memories will make someone live? She's never heard of a magic like that. But maybe it's true, somewhere. Just not at home. She cocks her head curiously, a little distant.]

Does it help?

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