"Oh my piglets. We are the origins of war."

The man holding the revolver seethed with rage. He knew codewords to get into the tower. He could mask his face to look like anyone in the building. The cult of Visigoth had sent in an operative after months of threating letters. He must have been no more than seventeen. His hand shook, but whether it was with fear or rage was not known.

"Now just be calm. You wouldn't want to do anything rash, would you?" Ianto's hands were stretched across his desk and Lisa's favorite coffee mug, still lying warm and full. He gasped at the sight of the boy's hand through his dark green cloak. Those bastards were using sixteen year olds. "Will you at least give us your name?"

"Not history's forces nor the times nor justice nor lack of it."

"We can find you safety. All I need is a name. Just a first name. My name is Ianto." He pleaded with the kid. The gun shook unsteadily in his hand. Ianto could pick up on Lisa, furiously typing at her PDA, getting through each firewall UNIT had in place for such an emergency. They had disabled the phones and the elevators. The entire floor of Torchwood was being seized. Ianto imagined the sound, the feel of hot metal exploding from the end of the child's revolver.

"Nor causes nor religions nor ideas. My name is Gerald."

"Well, Gerald, that's a very respectable name. Is it a family name?"

"I shouldn't talk to you. You're the enemy. You're under citizen's arrest, bringing all these dangerous things from other planets. Dirty things."

"Who told you that?"

"We carry it like syphilis inside dead bodies rotting field and stream because the live ones are rotted!" His eyes flashed fiercely and the gun stopped shaking for a second. Martin was coming around behind the lad. He was alone. Ianto didn't want to see him hurt, but for the love of God he didn't want to be shot. He felt for the kid.

"Would you like to know a secret?" Gerald shook his head, gasping for breath as his resolve wavered. "I'm scared of you with that gun. We don't bring the technology here. We make sure its safe and used only when wisely and necessarily needed. We want to protect humanity, maybe enlighten it. Is there shame in that? Gerald is quite an honorable name. Did it belong to your father?"

"For the love of God can't we love each other?"

"For that is how peace begins."

"You know that movie?"

"The Lion in Winter. My girlfriend and I..." Ianto looked down at Lisa, who shook her head. It took all of his strength to drag her from beneath the desk. "...we love that movie. We think it's brilliant."

"Katharine Hepburn changed my life."

"Do you think she'd be standing here fighting us, Gerald? Or applauding us?"

"I was sent to do a job."

"But we could help you."

"It's 1183 and we're barbarians!" A tear trickled from his eye and his face turned a brilliant shade of red as he squeezed the trigger. Ianto grabbed onto Lisa and Martin took a rolling dive at the boy. The gunshot exploded against a sprinkler, triggering the system. Lisa hit Ianto in the arm.

"Can we have one week where you don't play the hero?!"

"My God, it's good to be King."

"Oh shut up, Ianto. My coffee's ruined."

Prompt 84: He

Subtitle: Our Favorite Movie (Part 4 of 4)