[ WP ] A time traveller and an immortal meet across the age , they are bitter enemies .

`` Hey! You two, at the car! Hold up! Wait!'' 
 
 It was an older man, slight in form, and a little mis-dressed for the time of year. Georgia winters are n't as cold as most, but they certainly do n't warrant shorts and collared T-shirts. The two new parents only gave him a moment to approach them out of curiosity, and they had a fair amount of it. This was at the hospital, and they were only just now leaving with their newborn. It took a considerable level of curiosity to overcome their new-found defensiveness. 
 
 He was quite obviously rushed. There were a few wind-folded papers in his hands, and the way he ran to them suggested an incompetence at running rather than malicious intent. As he neared them, he slowed to a jog and ran his papered hand through his hair. 
 
 `` Hey guys!'' he chirped, and his excitement bled through all too clearly. The father glanced to the mother, who held the baby in their car carrier. The thin old man looked from father to mother with the widest smile his face could bear. He went to start saying something a couple times, only getting his lips to move before he involuntarily smiled again. 
 
 Finally, again: 
 
 `` Hey guys.'' This time softer. 
 
 `` I ca n't believe I've waited this long to...'' He kept moving his gaze between the two as they waited to hear the reason they were being kept from their drive home. He looked down, back to them, and then brought his open hand to his lips. 
 
 `` Look, I... Let me start over. Guys, it's a pleasure for me to be here. I... You do n't know me, let me get that out.'' he offered, opening his palm to them. 
 
 `` And I do n't know you, per se. I just happened to have some...'' - he thought for a moment - `` free time! Yes, free time. Ah, and so I decided to... Well, that is, this little man! I mean, it's the beginning of his life!'' 
 
 He was clearly losing their interest and raising their defenses, so he began a different tactic. Addressing them from one knee, he, as gently as he could at this point, requested to see the babe. 
 
 `` Bring... bring- bring him over here. Can I see him? Just a look! Just a look... Yes, yes, protect him as I look at him.'' The father had kept himself between the carrier and the old man. 
 
 The old man sighed in awe at the babe, who was asleep. Despite the cold, the man had a composure about him. He glanced up at the parents, now speaking in a reverent whisper. 
 
 `` You know, this one's... Well, he's... I've been nearly my whole life trying to...'' He looked back to the bundle in the carrier and brought his hand back to his mouth. After a few moments just observing the babe, he backed away and stood back up. He wagged his pointer finger next to his face: 
 
 `` That one's... he's a handful!'' He gazed at the carrier for another moment, and then shuffled through the papers he had. 
 
 `` Listen guys, it's really been an honor - I've got... I've got an appointment...'' He extended a hand to the father, but upon receiving no handshake, he sighed. 
 
 `` Okay, well uh, I really wish... Well - again, it's been an honor, guys.'' He bowed away from them and walked back to the sidewalk. With one last glance to the carrier, he ran back off the way he came. 
 
 
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 I was planning to write more, but this prologue got away from me.
