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((Just a note, to anyone who may have read Lift My Sorrows, I'm no longer considering that part of Emilie's history. She was still made in the alt. timestream and helped a Doctor, still doesn't retain the memories for it, and still attends Cambridge and has met Shadow, but any interactions with the Doctor have been scrapped. Only fair, new writers, and I want to see how she grows this way.))
Emilie wasn't sure why the older gentleman had invaded the science lab at Cambridge, but she was fairly certain he wasn't supposed to be there. Or at the least, he was most irregular and probably unexpected. He seemed intelligent, if the occasional muttering was anything to judge by, but he had a very strange sense of fashion cavorting about in frills and a cape.
It was nice and strange all at once, and Emilie supposed he probably felt out of his time. Older people were rather set in their ways, but at least this man had flair.
"Excuse me," she spoke from the doorway. "May I help you?"
Time corridors were a method of travel that the Doctor was not particularly fond of. Of course, he'd had experience with them. Particularly during that time he was chased through so many time periods by the Daleks. But they always seemed too inaccurate to him, and you could never rely on them to be there when you wanted them too. His TARDIS was much more preferrable, even if she took him to the wrong places sometimes. At least he always knew where she was.
So he'd been surprised when he felt the odd sensation of falling through one in a corridor of UNIT HQ and ending up in what looked like a sciencific laboratory. Well, if he was going to end up anywhere in all of time and space, he could be glad it was somewhere he could keep himself from being bored. But it was without a TARDIS, or Jo, who had already left him and UNIT. He was on his own. And the presence of a time corridor was worrying. They normally didn't just pop up, someone or something had to generate them. Now he was curious as to what it could be. So he'd wasted no time in setting up some equipment, from which he was able to guess he was in the future. It wasn't quite as primitive as the gadgets and devices of the 1970's.
Eventually he'd set up what looked like a small crystal tower in the centre of a tripod with several wires running out and connecting to various devices and measurers. Peering down and muttering to himself, he was carefully pushing another wire up to it, when a voice broke his concentration and caused his hand to slide. Sparks shot up and he quickly pulled his hand back. "No no no!" he said as the crystal turned black and crumbled somewhat. He turned to the woman in the doorway. "What do you want? Didn't you think it would be safer to get my attention when I wasn't concentrating hard on my work? Not to mention manners."
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Why the man was so disgruntled with her was a mystery. He was clearly upset by something, probably the fact he had managed to ruin the crystal he was using in his experiment. That did not mean that she was going to let his insults go unchallenged.
"What do you want? Didn't you think it would be safer to get my attention when I wasn't concentrating hard on my work? Not to mention manners."
"I can't see that you are concentrating hard on your manners at all, sir," Emilie responded as politely as she could. The insults of a stranger should not have stung quite so deeply, but then being snubbed first thing in the morning was hardly pleasant in any case.
"After all," she continued after a beat to gather herself, "it's hardly my fault that you chose to conduct your - physics experiment, is it? - in the chemistry labs."
Why he brought the wires and some of those devices from the stock room here, Emilie couldn't fathom, but she wasn't sure why a crystal would go black from a bit of wire anyway.
"I wasn't attempting to disturb you. I did think that standing in the doorway for a good minute and a half would have been enough for you to have noticed me on your own. I suppose if I'd said nothing you would have just told me to stop gawking and being rude?"
The last question felt like she was baring her throat to be attacked, and Emilie sighed.
"I apologize for bothering you."
But she wasn't going anywhere. This was her reserved lab time, and she wasn't going to fail a lecture because of a stranger.
"I wasn't attempting to disturb you. I did think that standing in the doorway for a good minute and a half would have been enough for you to have noticed me on your own. I suppose if I'd said nothing you would have just told me to stop gawking and being rude?"
Well, it wasn't the Doctor's fault he'd ended up in the wrong sort of lab. But he didn't want to spend any more time in this place than he had to, and so had just began his experiment with whatever was at hand. Although the woman did have a point about his manners. Maybe he shouldn't have snapped at her so violently, but he had been in the middle of a delicate experiment that he might not be able to conduct again. He realised, however, that that was no excuse.
"No, it's alright," he said to the woman when she apologised. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so quick to snap at you. It's just this is a very difficult experiment, even more so due to the limiations of this period's technology. Speaking of which, what year is it?"
Carrying on as if the question were not an odd one - which to him, it wasn't - he carefully picked up the small cylindrical crystal and dusted off some of the black specks. "A pity," he murmured. "I was given this by the Blind Watchmakers. Should have asked for a spare." Tutting to himself a little, he tucked the crystal into his pocket, then turned back to the woman. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
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The distinct lack of anger or censure in the gentleman's voice this time around caused Emilie to deflate. If he wasn't going to snap, she didn't have to pretend everything was a-okay while resisting the urge to run.
She didn't find it odd that he would ask what year it was, and Emilie wasn't positive why that was so. All the same, she approached his lab bench curiously, looking rather thoughtful.
"I believe it's 2013," she responded thoughtfully. Feeling self conscious, she added, "I haven't quite gotten the hang of calendars yet."
Right, way to make yourself look even more stupid. Good job, Em.
Emilie must have been watching him for a while, because the pan tucked his crystal away before asking if there was anything he could help her with.
"Oh... I was just coming in to run a reflux," she answered, slightly embarrassed by her fascination with the stranger. There was something Important about him, but she couldn't place why. "If you'd like, I could help you once I set it up? You seem to be having a rough morning, sir."
At the mention of calendars, the Doctor couldn't help a smile to himself. "No, I've never quite gotten the hang of them either. A bit limiting if you ask me. The days are so much more interesting if you go through them out of order."
Normally he wouldn't have made such odd-sounding remarks in front of strangers who didn't know him. If he did, they would no doubt think he was babbling on about a load of nonsense. But for some reason, it seemed to just talk as naturally as he wished in front of this woman. Oh well. If it lead to any trouble, he was confident that he could handle it.
The Doctor couldn't help sighing when she brought up the subject of his 'rough morning'. "Well, it could be better," he confessed. "I certainly wasn't expecting to be taken out of 1973 and put here in 2013. But such is life, I suppose. At least mine is anyway." He offered the woman a smile as he smoothed down his green jacket and she gave her offer of help.
"I would appreciate that very much. I can help you with your reflux, and then I would be extremely grateful for any and all assistance from you, Miss...?" he trailed off, waiting for her to answer with her name. If he was honest with himself, he didn't see how a human would help him with a time-travelling experiment. But then, his companions had proven their intelligence to him on more than one occassion. Perhaps he was just missing having one by his side.
"No, I've never quite gotten the hang of them either. A bit limiting if you ask me. The days are so much more interesting if you go through them out of order."
Feeling immensely relieved, Emilie nodded her head rapidly in agreement. This gentleman understood, and Emilie rapidly found herself thinking this wasn't a horrible start to a morning after all. True, she couldn't quite wrap her head around how he'd crossed three, no four decades at all much less without being aware of it, but he didn't seem like a pathological liar.
Although it is true that those who are charming often have hidden depths.
"Do you normally break the laws of known science then?" Emilie asked when he commented that his life was simply like that.
She wasn't sure if she believed him or if she was going crazy and imagining this whole affair. Either way, she was certainly curious.
"I would appreciate that very much. I can help you with your reflux, and then I would be extremely grateful for any and all assistance from you, Miss...?"
"Emilie Gunnar," she replied with a smile, holding out her hand to him. "And the reflux shouldn't take long to set up. I'll just need to make sure my samples are pure, put in some fresh ice, a little bit of acetonitrile, and the reaction can run. It needs at least six hours anyway."
She wasn't sure how she could help either, honestly, but aside from their very first interaction he had been nothing but a gentleman. And, of course, like any scientist would be, Emilie was curious.
"Do you normally break the laws of known science then?"
"Yes...yes, I suppose I do," the Doctor said in answer that question with a somewhat satisfied smile. "And a few unknown laws occasionally. Best to stop things from being too monotonous."
It seemed that Emilie was unfazed by his seemingly random comments, and he found himself liking that. Sometimes it was a good thing to not be questioned on every word and ramble the flows off the tip of your tongue. Maybe being stuck in this place without his TARDIS wouldn't be such a bad thing after all.
He nodded as she talked about her reflux, understanding it easily. It was a simple experiment compared to others he had carried out, but sometimes that could also be a good thing. "Alright, Emilie. I'm the Doctor. And I'm afraid I left any acetonitrile I might have back at my own lab. Still, I'm sure we can rely on the supply cupboards here."
Smiling at her again, he went over to the aforementioned cupboard where he had got the equipment for his experiment and began searching for what would be needed for hers. Spotting a fractionating column and condenser, he took them out and set them on a cupboard, before turning back and rummaging through the rest of its contents.
The gentleman's casual 'yes' was more shocking than amusing given his sincerity, but Emilie simply smiled back in reply. After all, he did seem rather fascinating. Potentially mad and/or dangerous, and definitely not boring.
When he started to help, she intercepted him, taking a few of the materials herself.
"I have the two starting reagents massed out. I'll just need this..." she scooped up a 200mL volumetric flask to pour the first reagent in, before taking out a heating mantle and apparatus she hooked up next to a sink and on top of a hot plate. By this point, the mysterious scientist had gotten a condenser tube out, and set that up as well while he found the acetonitrile.
Thanks to a graduated cylinder, about 100 mLs went in to the flask that nestled on the heating mantle, along with a stir bar. Feeding in the second reagent slowly, Emilie beamed once everything had dissolved and she could connect the flask to condenser.
"And that's me done. I appreciate your help, sir. Perhaps I could return the favor?"
Her reflux would need to run for a good two days after all. She certainly had time.
Although he had genuinely been happy to help, the Doctor was glad that Miss Gunnar's experiment had not taken all that long to assemble. His own would most likely take up a lot more time and energy, as well as running through several technicalities. Oh, why had he ended up in a period with technology so limiting? If he'd only been projected a couple of centuries further into the future he could be back at UNIT right now. Sighing to himself as he helped finish setting up the reflux, he supposed he'd have to make do with what he, or rather, they had.
"You're very welcome," he nodded at Emilie, accepting her thanks. "I would also appreciate yours very much. Though I will apologise in advance. This little test may become a lot more complicated than yours." Putting his mind to the task at hand, the Doctor began rubbing his chin in thought. "Now, if you had a crystallized molecular chronon beacon, that would be most handy. If not, however, I may just be able to salvage enough of the one I have." He reached into his pocket and took out the small burned cylinder again, a little bit more of it flaking off as he studied it. "Hm...yes, perhaps. But it won't be easy." Nodding to himself, he pocketed it again.
"And we'll also need something to use as a time satellite in order to boost the signal. After tuning it to the correct reading of the time corridor, of course. We need that first. Wavelength, energy...something. I may be able to find a trace..." The next pocket he reached into was on the inside of his jacket, and from it he withdrew the sonic screwdriver. Holding it in his hand, he slowly turned on the spot and waved it around the lab as it whirred. He was so engaged in finding something that would give a hint of where exactly the time corridor was located, that he appeared to have suddenly forgotten about Emilie. Which was not quite the case. He was rather hoping she would understand at least some of the scientific stream he had just rambled off, and serve as a fresh pair of eyes and a bright mind to give a helpful suggestion.
It didn't take very long at all for the Doctor to confuse Emilie. His introduction had been strange, but Cambridge was known for its eccentricities, so that Emilie could wave off in her mind without much trouble. Then again, he was apparently a time traveler.
That last should really be harder to wrap her mind around. For some reason, Emilie found herself considering that natural too.
Turning her mind back to the problem at hand, she watched the Doctor use some buzzing device.
"I've never heard of a molecular chronon, but I could ask Professor Chesterton if we have one?" Emilie offered as he worked. After a few beats, she gave in to her curiousity, "How does a buzzing toothbrush thing help you record the energy of the time corridor? And would such a corridor leave behind any traces of radiation that might help you find it?"
When she mentioned a professor, the Doctor's ears pricked up at the name she gave. "Chesterton..." he muttered. "Yes. If that's who I think it is, then he just might have one. Can't be sure. Still, it wouldn't hurt to try. Could you find him and ask him please?"
Of course, there were more questions coming from the young science student. It was only to be expected. After all, more questions led to clearer answers. Though he couldn't help being slightly offended at one of them. "It's not a toothbrush," he said to Emily, a little indignant. "It's a sonic screwdriver. Very handy when I'm in a jam, although it doesn't seem to be much use here." Experimentally, he tapped the side of the device, and then whacked it a little harder. "No use at all," he sighed. What could he do? He ran through all the possibilities in his head. Time beacons, vortex manipulators (as if he'd use one of those, even if he could get it), energy signals, radiation...radiation? "Of course!" he exclaimed, smiling at Emily. "Radiation! There just might be a kind that the sonic can't pick up...I should work on that. But we might as well try. Is there a Geiger counter anywhere around here?" He headed over to the supply cupboard once again and started looking for one.
"Rumour has it, he dabbles occasionally in research. Not in my field of interest, I confess, but he is a fantastic lecturer."
Nodding her agreement, she waited for the answers to her other questions before leaving to ask.
Privately, she wasn't sure what good a screwdriver - sonic or not - would have at recording information. But perhaps the Doctor actually just knew what the sounds meant and had it all memorized? Risky, but perhaps possible.
"Radiation! There just might be a kind that the sonic can't pick up...I should work on that. But we might as well try. Is there a Geiger counter anywhere around here?"
"Check in the third cabinet!" Emilie called back as she headed out the door. "I'll go check with the professor."
Much to his delight, the Doctor did find the appropriate piece of equipment when he checked the third cabinet. This was starting to look better already. He lifted the counter and took it out into the lab, switching it on and walking about the sides of the room. Nothing except the typical background radiation. So he began moving up and down through the middle. He was going past one of the benches when...there! It spiked up suddenly, coming from the spot just in front of him. "Perfect," he said to himself with a smile, setting the counter down on the desk. Then he pulled out a stool and set it on the spot where he had detected the sudden increase.
Now that he'd found the trace, he only needed to make the corridor appear again. That would involve emitting a signal from his fried crystal column. It just needed the right amount of power running through it, which hopefully wouldn't be all that difficult. So he placed the tripod on the bench close to the spot, with a retort stand and clamp beside it, the clamp holding the chronon beacon in the space of the tripod. If Emilie was unable to get a new one from her professor, he would just have to keep attempting the experiment with his. Then he went back to the supply cupboard, taking out a large clump of wires and a power supply generator.
Soon enough, the generator was plugged in but not yet on, with a circuit of wires running from it, through a few more devices, and all connecting together at the beacon. The Doctor didn't switch it on just yet, though. He would wait for Emilie. As well as waiting to see if she got a fresh column, he would never miss a chance to show off his mastery of science. Assuming the circuit did work.
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