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[Cars, huh? I didn't do that, but I am from a fairly sanitised version of the street. Realistically, I would've done anything to survive / help others survive, short of hurting anyone directly. Seeing you relax a little is making me drop some of my guardedness, too.]

Yeah, partly for me, partly for the people we used to distribute stuff to. There... There are a lotta people on the street where I'm from. Humans and otherwise.

For Z. My friend. More of a sister, really. And then... I guess I started seeing that she was right and we could help people like this, too.

[David's pretty good at hiding how he feels about things most of the time, but something about what you just told him hit him like a Mack truck. He blinks, looking stunned with the wall definitely back up, as he tries to figure out how to respond to that without giving everything away.]

... what do you mean 'humans and otherwise'?

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[I'm somewhat used to people from other times being surprised, but maaaybe not as surprised as you. Hm.]

[genuine grin] Sorry, I forget I'm from most people's futures. There are a lotta aliens in our time. And humans with special abilities. Some wouldn't call them human... wouldn't call *us* human.

You're from the future?

[Okay, that might explain it. Maybe. Maybe. That doesn't make his voice any less strained. There's a heavy emphasis on what he says next, like it's the most important thing in the world to him.]

Listen, Jack. These aliens. Do you know... do you know any what any of them are called? Or what they look like?

[measuring look]

Yeah, but there are dozens of different species. The ones we're fighting are the Troobians...?

[voice gentle]

Why don't you tell me which species you're interested in?

.. There's a few.

[Admitting that alone takes a lot of effort. He's watching you very carefully, with a look like he might just try to bolt if you say the wrong thing.]

How do I know I can trust you? You said you're not human. What'd you mean by that?

[If he seems paranoid, well. He is. For very good reason.]

[calmly, not sure what information you're after, not sure how you'll react to what facts I give you, but at least I can keep myself low key and relaxed so I won't freak you out *that* way]

'Kay. Well, you don't know, but you never really know that about a person till you try, right? I can promise you that unless you're trying to hurt someone or steal money or something, I have no issue with you, if that helps.

As for my humanity, or lack of it... I can phase through solid objects. That okay?

[Well, that's helpful. A little bit. Even if the bit about you having issue with him stealing money is potentially dangerous. He files that away, because it's not a big deal. The other stuff is.]

That doesn't make you not human though... that just makes you a human with a power.

[It might sound like a meaningless distinction, but it's important to him.]

Let me ask you something then. You said there's lots of aliens where you're from. Have you ever heard of any that are parasites?

[context matters; I have zero problem with bending rules if someone's in genuine need and the place being stolen from won't miss it, as opposed to stealing money for personal gain]

[snorts] Some people don't see a distinction, but yeah, I take your point.

[nods slowly] Yup.

You in trouble, David? Let me help?

[Well, when you don't have anything, it's easy to tell yourself you're stealing because you need it. He learned that pretty quick. But it's harder to stop once you've started. Especially for a kid with the power to take whatever he wants.]

I've met people with powers before. [Not to mention, y'know, having powers himself.] Doesn't make you any less human.

[And that just confirmed everything he was afraid of.]

You can't. You should worry about your friend. I'll worry about me. I probably ought to go anyway.

[still not gonna give up on you, kid, though I won't ask just yet if you have powers too]

...Thanks.

Aw, c'mon. I'm not gonna do anything you object to. I hate it when others think they know what's best for me. But if someone's after you, or you're in a bad situation, I bet I can help.

[Probably a good idea. He has the kind of powers that make people want to lock him up on general principle.]

If you really know what I'm talking about, then you oughta know you can't help me. There's a lot more of them than there are of us. And you and your friend have enough problems.

... besides, I'll be alright. I can take care of myself.

[I'm 95% sure you have some power yourself, but you're too twitchy for me to probe about that just now. Not gonna forget. But I'm more worried about what people are doing to you because of it, since I -- and Z in particular -- have some firsthand experience with that.]

[shrugs]

I don't know that I do, exactly. But I know what it's like to be facing impossible odds. I know what it's like to be scared as anything.

I also know what it's like to only survive thanks to my friends.

[looks away, to make this a little easier] No one has to be alone, David.

[He's pretty sure you really do just want to help, and who knows, maybe your buddy isn't even half bad either. But just the same, he's still got a bad history with people wanting to help him. It's never ended well.]

Sometimes it's better to be alone.

[closes his eyes] I don't know what it's like to only survive because of friends. But I know what it's like to only survive because of myself.

Listen. I... appreciate you wanting to help. You're a good guy. But not everyone is. That's why it's better this way.

[And by 'not everyone' he means the people after him. Not to mention he himself.]

[Sky's an asshole sometimes, but he's a good asshole. I wouldn't trust him with any potentially embarrassing personal secrets, but I'd trust him with my life, and other people's, over and over.]

[frowns]

[digs in pocket for a scrap of paper and a pen, starts scribbling]

Look, I don't know how this works, but my technical guy says that if you do this kinda thing to a phone? You can contact our morphers, even if you're not in the same time period as us. You run into any situations where it's not better to be alone, where you need friends to survive, you call me. You hear me?

[He's never trusted anyone with his life. And he'd like to, maybe even needs to, but trusting others means changing loyalties and that's hard.]

Yeah... okay. I can do that.

[he gives you a very funny look when you say the word 'morphers', and for a moment looks like he's about to ask something. But he doesn't.]

So, this is like the SPD version of 911? [he forces a chuckle] What're you gonna do if I call this and I'm in a different time? Or do you guys time travel too?

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[it took me a while to get used to trusting non-Z people, too, but I had an advantage in that I already knew there was someone outside of me, someone I could rely on.]

[...huh, that was a weird look]

Good. Thank you.

[laughs] Hell if I know how it works, but we do have time travel tech. I'll find a way, David.

You wanna tell me what bothers you about morphers? Is it anything to do with these Yeerks?

[He, on the other hand, has never had that. Growing up a military brat, he never stayed in one place long enough to make any friends. Growing up without anyone to trust, even before your life's torn apart, has done strange things to his attitude.]

Alright. I'll take your word for it. [And, to his surprise, he finds he actually might. Sky told him you're the leader. Maybe you're just talking big.]

Ah...

[You can almost see him choosing each word he's about to say before he opens his mouth. Whatever the reason, it's clearly something he's worried about.]

When you said 'morphers'... what exactly did you mean by that? What's a morpher to you?

[I've seen all kinds on the streets. I hate whatever's made it so hard for you to trust, but I understand, and of course I don't judge you for it.]

[Oh, I talk big. All the time. But when it comes to making promises to help people? I always find a way to follow through.]

Good. It's basically magic to me, but I trust the people who know how these things work.

[eyes narrow in concern, holds up SPD morpher]

Gives me an armored suit, access to weaponry, other things. What's it mean to you?

[Anybody can make a promise. He's learned that from hard experience. But maybe you're not just anybody. He doesn't believe that yet, but he's starting to wonder. It's an idea that's taken root, even if it's slow to bloom.]

You must be from way in my future if you've got time travel technology. There's nothing like that where I'm from, even from the alien races.

[When he sees the morpher, he blinks in confusion... and then it clicks, and he almost laughs in relief.]

Oh... it's a device. I get it now.

Where I'm from, that's a word used for... something else.

[They don't call me boneheaded and stubborn for nothing. I have principles, I won't help anyone with absolutely anything. But someone who's in need? You bet I'll help. I'll make it work.]

Ah, 2025? What year are you from?

...really. What do you mean?

2025?

[If anything, he looks even more relieved to hear a familiar date. He was expecting maybe AW 5000X or something.]

That's not so bad. I'm from 1999. So that's only twenty-six years into my future. I'd still be alive by then.

[Except for the part where he wouldn't be because he was supposed to die a few months ago. And still could. But he's not going to think about that.]

Well... [He bites his lip. Somehow he doesn't think Jack's gonna let this question drop like the others.] .. it's a word for an ability. The power to change shape. To become any living thing you can touch.

Gotcha. You're from not long before I was born, then. Ain't that a trip.

[...don't think I didn't see that look, but I don't know what it means. And this is a shot in the dark, but I think I'm right.]

Wow. Is it good, being able to do that?

[The stricken look that's etched across his face at that probably tells you everything you need to know, even if he's quick to go into damage control.]

To do what? I was talking about other people. Other kids, I mean.

[I'd wrap an arm around you, or squeeze your shoulder, if you trusted me more / we knew each other better, but I'm not stupid enough to offer any kind of physical reassurance just now]

David. The closest I know to that kinda power is my friend Syd, who's also a Ranger, who can transform her fist into various things like brick, steel, and so on. I live with people like her, I have my own ability, and it doesn't freak me out in that way, kid.

Also doesn't freak me out in terms of it being some kinda crime. I've never heard of that particular ability, and I wouldn't know who to turn you into even if I *wanted* to turn you into someone purely for being able to do that.

Long story short, it's okay. Really.