fandomhigh | Constant Vigilance 2, Session 7. Friday the 20th, A Classroom. Period 4

The Doctor smiled after everyone was seated. "Today you'll be glad to hear that we aren't learning about more aliens out to kill you, replace you, or anything along those lines. In fact, two of the more diplomatic and scientific races in the galaxy. Our first is the lifeforms from Alpha Centauri."

The Doctor dimmed the lights and turned on his holoprojector. It projected a green creature, tall and rather cylindrical, with a bulbous head with a very large eye.

"Alpha Centaurians are hexapodical creatures, with rather high pitched voices. They are hermaphroditic creatures, so the usual sir/madam addressing is really down to individual preference. I was good friends with a diplomatic representative from the system, who was often working with the planet of Peladon. But that's a whole different story. The key to dealing with an Alpha Centaurian is being polite. They are polite beings, so it is rather easy. Other than the fact that sometimes their voices grate against the eardrums, they do. Some of us are a bit more sensitive about that." He tapped his right ear.

"Don't let the appearance frighten you too much. And yes, I am very well aware of what they look like. If I hear giggling and snorting, I'll be a bit cross, but I can't really blame you. Get a good gawk in now, as in a moment, I'll be--"

He switched the projection over to a yellowish skinned woman, with coifish hair and a small dome on the top of her head with bead-like bits on it.

"That is Chairman Mena of the Argolin. They are now a race of scientists, completely without war. Why? Because they are a dead race. Sterile, their planet almost an entire nuclear wasteland. All because of a war that lasted not even an entire half hour. A war with the Foamasi, actually. You should remember them from three weeks ago. Wonderful people, the Argolins. You'll find more about them in this packet I'm handing out."

The Doctor then, indeed, passed out packets on the Argolins.

"A very 'A' laden day, today," the Doctor said. "For the rest of the class, I'd like you to discuss what sort of traits you'd want in a race of soldiers. Next week, we'll be discussing two of the biggest war-mongering races of the galaxy, and I want to have you see if your ideas stack up to them. Pair up as you wish. And I'll have my office open all tommorow in case anyone's guardians or friends wish to stop by. I'm glad to meet the folks, me."

"Now go on, get paired up, and get discussing. You should have fun with this."

[ooc: Ready to go, yo!]

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Jack wasn't moping, exactly. But he definitely wasn't his usual cheerful self as he gathered up his stuff and started to leave, nodding at the Doctor as he walked past him.

"May I ask what happened to the rakish young Jack Harkness?" the Doctor said, as he walked past. "He seems to not be here today, and I have you instead."

Jack raked a hand through his hair and made an effort to summon a grin. "Hey, at least I'm still pretty."

"Yes, well, there are worse fates than that," the Doctor said. "I know its a bit prying of me, but I was never one for full tact, me. You want to talk about it? Whatever it is?"

"Yeah, okay," he said after a moment's consideration. "You've been around forever, so I'm guessing there's not much you haven't seen." He leaned on the nearest desk, head tipped to the side, studying the Doctor. "Ever had someone disappear in a flash of light? Right out of your arms?"

"I have," the Doctor said, with a slow nod. "Not something one can really feel adjusted to, ever."

"No, it's not." Jack sighed and his shoulders slumped. "Last night, Sam disappeared. No warning, no nothing, just the flash of light and she was gone - well, the light came back for her shirt - and I have no idea what to do to find her."

The Doctor blinked. "It came back for her shirt?"

Even worried as he was, Jack had to smirk. "She was kind of half naked when it took her. It's the only reason I'm as calm as I am - I figure she can't have been a prisoner, or helpless, if she demanded her shirt and whoever it was got it for her?" That last was definitely more question than statement, and he looked hopefully at the Doctor.

"That would be my assessment, too," the Doctor said. "I'd say she's safe, and whatever has grabbed her is probably looking out for atleast some of her better interests."

"I hope so." Jack looked down at at his hands, then back up at the Doctor, his expression a complicated mix of emotions - exasperation, affection, bafflement, hope - as he said, "It'd be a brave person that'd take her against her will, but if someone did, and needed her help, she wouldn't say no."

"She's a good woman," the Doctor said. "Sometimes desperate men do desperate deeds. Don't assume the worst, is best I can tell you."

"She is," Jack agreed. "And I'm trying not to."

"So, maybe a bit of cheering up is in order," the Doctor said. "Get out. Have some fun. Drinking, dancing, the lot."

Jack grinned. "Is that an invitation?"

"Cheeky," the Doctor said, smiling. "But even under such dire emergencies, I fear that it still would be a bit too improper of me. Sorry."

"Can't blame a guy for trying." Jack straightened off the desk, but hesitated before leaving, feeling oddly grateful. "Thanks for asking, you know, what was wrong."

"Your welcome, Jack," the Doctor said. "Was just concerned, and everything. Sometimes a bit of a wory-wort, me."

"Nice to have someone worrying." He flashed the Doctor another grin and started for the door. "I'll let you know what happens."

"I await with the greatest of anticipation," the Doctor said. "I wish you the best of luck."

"Thanks, Doc," he said over his shoulder as he left the classroom, feeling far better than when he'd arrived.

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