I am so sorry it's taken so long to update this story. But I'll be honest with you I've been stuck and as a result this chapter is VERY short and I've been sitting on these three pages for months trying to figure what to add but coming up dry. So I figure I'd better post it anyway and see what happens.

If you have any suggestions as to what I should do next, maybe a plot device, please let me know.

Disclaimer: No offence intended.

Again, I am so sorry for the delay and the shortness of this chapter.


Gwen rolled her eyes and scoffed once the boys were through the doors "This is ridiculous" she muttered.

Jack groaned "Again, why is this so hard for you?"

"The gods of mythology aren't real. They must be aliens or something."

Tosh got to Gwen first and slapped her "How dare you say that? Haven't you had enough proof?"

Gwen's eyes were wide with shock and she held her cheek "But they can't be gods. Gods don't exist. There is no such thing as magic. And if there is, it's evil and wrong."

Tosh made to slap her again but Jack stopped her. He grabbed Gwen's arm "Enough of that and don't you dare say that in front of Llyr. Why do you keep questioning this?"

Gwen took a breath "That's what police work is about."

"You're not in the police anymore or did you forget?"

"Science then."

"This isn't science. And they're not aliens. They are part of this world."

"But…"

"I trust Owen and Ianto, you should too. If you can't then you can go back to the police work you seem so fond of. You're going to behave yourself tonight."

"You can't tell me what to do."

Jack tightened his grip "Yes I can, woman. I'm your boss. Stop forgetting who's in charge."

Just then Owen motioned to them through the still open doors.


Llyr's throne room wasn't what one might expect from a sea god. For example it did not resemble something that should be in a cheap Florida motel room, like Poseidon's did—NEVER tell him that. Llyr's throne room more resembled something like a 19th century den where the men would retreat to sip brandy and smoke cigars. Mind the theme changed every ten years—most sea gods were a bit fickle, like the ocean.

Owen and Ianto bowed to their father.

Llyr nodded "Ah, boys, right on time. Do not worry about the Council, I have taken care of it."

The brothers' mouths dropped open "You have?"

"Indeed. The Council understands you were under strain and that you were protecting others. And as you are still adolescents you have been forgiven."

"We have?"

"Even so."

"Thank you Tad."

"Besides I think that letch Zeus had something to do with the initial inquiry. Ianto, I wish you had come to me right away."

Ianto looked down "I'm sorry sir, I thought I could handle the situation myself."

Llyr waved a hand "Well you do not need to worry about him anymore, I've sorted him."

"Thank you, sir."

"No thanks necessary, it's my job as your father. Now, you two have brought your friends, I understand."

"Yes sir."

"Bring them in."

Owen signalled to them through the still open doors and Ianto introduced them "Tad, may I present to you, Captain Jack Harkness, Ms Toshiko Sato and Ms Gwen Cooper. Ladies and captain, this is Lord Llyr, Welsh god of the sea."

Tosh bowed and Owen nudged Jack and Gwen to make them bow as well—mostly Gwen though. Gwen was rubbing her arm.

Llyr stood up and walked over to them "It is a pleasure to meet such good friends of my sons. You especially," he said to Tosh "I am acquainted with your ancestress."

Tosh bowed to him again "It is an honour to meet you, my lord."

Llyr looked at Owen and Ianto "I told you boys she would be the most accepting."

"Jack's in second place" Owen told him "He's with the program now."

"Good, good now let us move on to the dining hall."

As the group made their way there Owen leaned close to Gwen "Don't think we all didn't feel what you said in the hall way. You say that again and I'll give you to Zeus."

Ianto heard "Please Owen, Zeus has better taste, he'd be insulted."

Llyr sighed "Boys, please be nice to our guests."

They arrived in the dining hall and Llyr gestured to the table "Please, ladies and captain have a seat and we'll join you in a moment. I must have a word with my youngest sons."

Llyr drug them both by the ear out into the hall and let go of them so roughly they fell to the floor.

Ianto rubbed his ear "Was that necessary to do in front of them?"

"I raised you two to be respectful of our guests."

"But Tad," said Owen "Gwen's done nothing but scoff and put us down ever since we told them what we are. And she's got witch-hunter in her blood."

Llyr put his hands on his hips "That is no reason to be rude to her. I want you boys to study the lessons of two great mortals: Mahatma Ghandi and Dr Martin Luther King Jr. Fighting fire with fire only makes more fire."

Owen and Ianto looked well chastised and both said "Yes sir." Though they weren't quite sure if Ghandi or King said those exact words, the message was pretty much the same.

"When we go back in there, you will apologise to Miss Cooper."

"Do we have to?"

Llyr looked at them with hurricane in his eyes.

They cringed and got to their feet "All right, we'll apologise."


So I hope you liked what little there was, please review if you're still interested in this story. It may give me the inspiration I need. So like I said, if you have any ideas, maybe a dinner conversation topic, please let me know.

TTFN