[MEME] And then there were children.

[eelseason]

Stolen from the internet.

Leave a comment and I will come up with the hypothetical kid between any of my muses (List BTR) (List Epic) and any of yours (assuming I know them at least well enough to pretend that I know them well enough to write them). Terms of parent-child relationship are left to the management. Children may be biological and natural, in-vitro, adopted, surrogate, changechildren, left on a doorstep in a handbasket, or pretty much whatever needs to happen. Any requests for children parented by john_thane will incur a karmic penality. Memes are not intended to diagnose, prevent, treat, or cure any disease. This contract is not canonicity-binding.

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[eelseason]

I seem to be writing a lot of conception/adoption/arrival fics and not so many actual child fics. Um?

hey_capn_jack/senseofliberty

Jack had a laundry list of reasons he couldn't allow himself to have children, and none of them seemed to work, here. I can't contaminate the gene pool with anachronistic DNA lost its meaning when Chicago was the dumping ground for who knew how many universes; I'm not bringing up a kid in an environment like Torchwood fell apart when Torchwood, here, was open and friendly and accessible to the public and really didn't have the death-and-debilitating-trauma rate of Torchwood Cardiff back home. Most of the rest fell apart when Rachel looked at him just like that and asked just like that, with that open unsure honesty even Torchwood Chicago trained out of a person so none of his team ever displayed, and he remembered that somewhere in all his girding himself to take out the trash of the world he'd forgotten to armor up that soft spot he'd always had for the idealistic, naive, and in-over-their-heads.

Which was why he found himself giving the answer he tried not to tell anyone, and most of his friends didn't live long enough to learn anyway: "I'm immortal. I don't age. I don't die. And I don't want to outlive my own children."

At the time Rachel almost fell over herself with apologies and concern – somehow, no matter how much she showed it, Jack always found himself taken aback that there was someone willing to shower him with that much open concern. He told her not to worry about it; it wasn't something he liked thinking about, and it wasn't something he liked anyone else thinking about, and of course that meant absolutely nothing and they both went home thinking about it anyway.