From Cardiff to Peking to LA
I’m going to make a confession that has strained two real life relationships and usually garners ugly comments during reblogs: I still carry a bloody big torch for RTD era Doctor Who.

I’m not saying RTD is without his flaws, but I appreciate his DW game. I had only heard of Torchwood in passing, but I didn’t know of anyone who had it on DVD, and as a college student I had no funds to purchase them myself. Then came my white knight: Netflix.

Thanks to the mighty magic of Netflix, I could groove to RTD’s tunes once more. Yes, Torchwood is dramatically different than DW and included a lot more alien sex in varying degrees of nakedness, but honestly, Children of Earth and Miracle Day was some of the most compelling television I had seen in a long time. Like staying-up-until-eleven-when-I-had-to-work-at-four-a.m. compelling.
So I was watching Miracle Day for the first time something in the last episode caught my attention: Jack mentions he recognizes the Chinese characters on the wooden crates because he’d been present during the Boxer Rebellion. My first thought? James Marsters. Spike. Spike!
I hear you protesting now. Come back to reality, Liss. James Marsters is a real person, Spike isn’t. John Hart isn’t. To this I say two things: how dare you, and I know this, obviously. But weirder things have happened, both in DW and Whedonverse.
Both Buffy and Angel clearly showed that the Whirlwind took part in the Boxer Rebellion hijinks. Spike even killed his first Slayer.
What if Captain John Hart is really a version of Spike? What if the time loop he and Jack were caught in was a lie invented so that Jack wasn’t suspicious when John didn’t age at all like humans are supposed to?
I know there are holes in this theory. I mean, for one thing, there would have to be something in the unknown universe that would cure vampirism, as John was able to walk without issues in the sun. And if said cure took away his dependence on blood and allergy to the sun, why wouldn’t it take away his (relative) immortality? And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. But it was too entertaining not to share.
Also, JamesfreakingMarsters. I mean, come on.
