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The Tower of London The United Kingdom Earth AD 2005
"Standards have really gotten slack around here," the Doctor observed, looking around. One or two of the tourists gave him a peculiar look, but chose not to remark.
"Time was," he continued as he followed the rest of the tour group, "you couldn't get in here, unless you worked for the Crown. Or, you know, if you got yourself nicked by the Crown and were waiting the chop."
The tour guide droned through her presentation, clearly wanting to get the last group of the day done so she could go home. So, it didn't even require effort on his part to slip away. He just sort of... lagged, a bit, and they moved on.
With a grin, he headed straight for a beige door with no special markings. Just a keycard reader, like all the other "staff only" doors. Nothing special here, no sir.
The sonic screwdriver made short work of it, and he slipped through. The door clicked softly behind him, and he drew a deep breath. "Ah, just smell the aroma of bureaucratic nonsense."
Surprisingly quiet for a man wearing boots, he walked through the largely empty hall like he belonged there. Twice, he passed soldiers in battle dress. Randomly, he saluted one and waited to be saluted by the other. The best armor against suspicion, he'd learned long ago, was not to act suspicious.
Finally, he found a room with "Research Laboratories" stenciled on the door. He didn't bother checking to see if anyone was watching - he'd already done that - and instead simply unlocked the door. Again, the sonic screwdriver was invaluable for that.
Another few minutes, and he'd be able to get out of here an on with his day.
And Failed Me In Biology
Last Edit: Nov 23, 2013 17:12:23 GMT -5 by Deleted
After all of Emilie's adventures (or perhaps misadventures) with the Doctor, it was little wonder that she had found a home for herself at UNIT. If she were to be perfectly honest with herself, Emilie would admit that she was a bit of a magnet for the strange and for trouble. Part of this was the result of sheer dumb luck, and Emilie surmised the rest was because she was herself unusual. When she had first learned time travel was possible, Emilie had found that perfectly natural. Staying still in one space time felt bizarre, truthfully.
At least in research, Emilie could let herself become fully absorbed. She had a knack for some of the machines they found (if they beat Torchwood to the scene) as well as a passion for learning that UNIT had been willing to sponsor.
Emilie had been tinkering with one of her projects when a stranger walked in through the labs. The odd buzzing noise had caught her attention first - like a toothbrush or a sonic - luring Emilie out of her own lab, wrench and microspatula in hand.
There was an unexpected obstacle in the lab, in the form of a woman. And not a bad-looking one, not from behind at any rate. Still, no reason why that should present an obstacle. He'd been talking his way into and out of trouble (and jail, to be honest) since before modern English was a thing.
"Can I help you?" she asked, turning.
"Nah, just popping by to pick up a few things," he said, looking around. Of course UNIT had to pack up and move to the bloody Tower of bloody London, didn't they? Couldn't leave well enough alone, stay where they were. "There's a thing I need to pick up," he continued, looking around and wondering if he could even find it. Probably in their stupid 'oh-so-secret' Black Archive or whatever they were calling it.
He did a double take. "Emilie? Emilie Gunnar!" Bounding forward, he wrapped her in a brief hug. "It is! And look at you! It's wonderful to see you again!" He stepped back, grinning. "Last time was... what? That time corridor nonsense?"
The very first thing Emilie noted was that she loved the man's jacket. The second, was that she had never seen him before, but something about the sonic probe device thingamajig he was using was extraordinarily familiar.
It was almost almost like the Doctor's sonic screwdriver. Except in the fact they looked almost nothing alike.
"And you need to break in to pick up these things?" Emilie asked dryly, her low voice more amused than threatening.
She hadn't expected the stranger to recognize her though. Emilie accepted the hug a bit awkwardly at first, but he did smell and feel familiar. She just couldn't explain why.
"Time Corridor?" Emilie tried to pin him with her eyes in order to analyze the familiar stranger properly. "That would make you... no. Really?"
Emilie very carefully put down her microspatula and wrench, before jumping up to hug the Doctor herself.
"I've missed you! Do you have any idea how weird living in a constant space-time is? It's unnatural. How does everyone else stand it?"
Yes, she was babbling. No, she didn't care right now.
"Nah, just popping by to pick up a few things," he said, looking around. Of course UNIT had to pack up and move to the bloody Tower of bloody London, didn't they? Couldn't leave well enough alone, stay where they were. "There's a thing I need to pick up."
"And you need to break in to pick up these things?" Emilie asked dryly, her low voice more amused than threatening.
"Oh, now that's nice," the Doctor responded, overly emphatic hurt in his voice. "I've got a badge and everything. It's around here somewhere and wait..." He did a double take. "Emilie? Emilie Gunnar!" Bounding forward, he wrapped her in a brief hug. "It is! And look at you! It's wonderful to see you again!" He stepped back, grinning. "Last time was... what? That time corridor nonsense?"
"Time Corridor?" Emilie tried to pin him with her eyes in order to analyze the familiar stranger properly. "That would make you..."
He grinned and waggled his eyebrows as she put the pieces together.
"No."
His grin got broader. "Yep."
"Really?"
"ReallyOOOF!" The last part of the word came out in a woosh of air as she lept forward and hugged him back. "I've missed you! Do you have any idea how weird living in a constant space-time is?"
"Nope," he laughed. "Not at all."
It's unnatural. How does everyone else stand it?"
"The same way, I suppose, that bonobos stand not knowing calculus," he grinned. "But you're looking good. Very good, really. Don't even seem to have aged, and it's been what? Ten years? For you, I mean."
He glanced around. "Speaking of old times, any idea where UNIT stashed my old lab, when they moved here? There really is a thing I need to get, and quick like. Before things go all pear-shaped. Cos it's gonna, and fast, and I'd like to be on top of things for a change."
"The same way, I suppose, that bonobos stand not knowing calculus," he grinned.
Emilie made a face at that, sticking out her tongue at the man because really, she had never ever liked living time linearly. It was slow and just all wrong. Circular, fluid Time outside of History felt so much better. Not that she went about telling people that, not even the Doctor. It was just her wanderlust talking, Emilie was sure. Even after all these years, Emilie still was not accustomed to living in the same spot.
Probably why she was always volunteering for missions and serving as a liason between UNIT and Torchwood. Really, anything that involved travel.
"But you're looking good. Very good, really. Don't even seem to have aged, and it's been what? Ten years? For you, I mean."
"Eleven and a half, actually. Please don't remind me." She made a scoffing sound in her throat. "I haven't aged? Look at you! You de-aged and changed your features completely. Of the two of us, I reckon you are the one who would make a better lab rat."
Not that she would wish that on anyone. It wasn't particularly fun.
He glanced around. "Speaking of old times, any idea where UNIT stashed my old lab, when they moved here? There really is a thing I need to get, and quick like. Before things go all pear-shaped. Cos it's gonna, and fast, and I'd like to be on top of things for a change."
"Aye, it's mine now. UNIT gave it to me when they took me on."
Belatedly realizing she was still holding on to him, Emilie let go and breathed in and out slowly to regain some composure.
"Don't worry. I didn't throw anything out. Right this way."
"The same way, I suppose, that bonobos stand not knowing calculus," he grinned. "But you're looking good. Very good, really. Don't even seem to have aged, and it's been what? Ten years? For you, I mean."
"Eleven and a half, actually. Please don't remind me."
"Hardly a difference, Emilie."
She made a scoffing sound in her throat. "I haven't aged? Look at you! You de-aged and changed your features completely."
"Didn't 'de-age'," he replied. "Regenerated. Different thing, really. I'm... oh... five hundred years older? Six hundred. Maybe a thousand?" A shrug. "You lose count, after a while."
"Of the two of us, I reckon you are the one who would make a better lab rat."
"I don't care for cheddar that much," he replied with a grin. "And I have to be properly incentivized to let myself be tied up." He glanced around. "Speaking of old times, any idea where UNIT stashed my old lab, when they moved here? There really is a thing I need to get, and quick like. Before things go all pear-shaped. Cos it's gonna, and fast, and I'd like to be on top of things for a change."
"Aye, it's mine now. UNIT gave it to me when they took me on."
"Oh, that is convenient." There was a quick feeling of a chill as she stepped back. "So they gave you the Scientific Advisor job? Nice to see they can make a good decision without me, once in a while."
"Don't worry. I didn't throw anything out. Right this way."
"Didn't 'de-age'," he replied. "Regenerated. Different thing, really. I'm... oh... five hundred years older? Six hundred. Maybe a thousand?" A shrug. "You lose count, after a while."
"The point is, you are in no position to talk," Emilie scoffed. "Not changing much after ten years is hardly abnormal. Clearly, I just have good genes."
Good genes that she was probably being too defensive about. Taking a deep breath, she opted to deflect.
"Of the two of us, I reckon you are the one who would make a better lab rat."
"I don't care for cheddar that much," he replied with a grin. "And I have to be properly incentivized to let myself be tied up."
"Aw, that's a pity," Emilie purred. "You look so good in leather. I bet you'd look even better if that was all you were wearing."
He glanced around. "Speaking of old times, any idea where UNIT stashed my old lab, when they moved here? There really is a thing I need to get, and quick like. Before things go all pear-shaped. Cos it's gonna, and fast, and I'd like to be on top of things for a change."
"Aye, it's mine now. UNIT gave it to me when they took me on," she replied, merry disposition returning after shaking off the 'age' conversation.
"Oh, that is convenient." There was a quick feeling of a chill as she stepped back. "So they gave you the Scientific Advisor job? Nice to see they can make a good decision without me, once in a while."
It would probably be better for everyone, and certainly happier for her, to not dwell on the hows and whys of her recruitment to UNIT. The Doctor was extremely noticable, and not everyone that paid attention liked what they saw. Emilie had spent more time than she wanted to remember in isolation.
She really, really didn't want to think about that.
"Don't worry. I didn't throw anything out. Right this way."
"Fantastic."
True to her word, nothing had been thrown out. Instead, all of the Doctor's equipment that she had deemed unhelpful had been stowed away in the supply cupboard. Her research lab was kept fairly simple. The blacktop was fairly clean, although there was a round bottom flask perched on a cork ring apparently being left to air dry. A structure was drawn on it with sharpie, along with a time and date.
The second bench was more cluttered, with various instruments on top - a rotovap, three hot/stirplates under a fume hood, and a geiger counter resting on top.
"Glassware is under the first bench, and of course in the cabinets. Everything you left is in the back cupboard or inside the actual office. Depending on if it was paperwork or equipment. Knock yourself out."
"Of the two of us, I reckon you are the one who would make a better lab rat."
"I don't care for cheddar that much," he replied with a grin. "And I have to be properly incentivized to let myself be tied up."
"Aw, that's a pity," Emilie purred. "You look so good in leather. I bet you'd look even better if that was all you were wearing."
He blinked. Twice. "Well, that sort of zigged when I expected it to zag." Then he grinned. "But hey, you know me... hang around long enough, and the probabilities that I get myself tied up or handcuffed or something approach 100%."
Then he thought about what he'd just said. "I'm not really being successful at changing the subject, am I?"
"Glassware is under the first bench, and of course in the cabinets. Everything you left is in the back cupboard or inside the actual office. Depending on if it was paperwork or equipment. Knock yourself out."
"Paperwork," the Doctor snorted. "Alistair would have mortgaged half his soul, if he'd have thought it would have gotten me to fill out paperwork."
Yanking open the cupboard door, he began rooting around. "Rubbish... rubbish... rubbish... hey, I've been wondering where I left that!" Something compact and futuristic-looking disappeared into a pocket. "Rubbish... rubbish... rubbish... yes!"
The thing that emerged from the cupboard resembled a meter-long tuning fork with vacuum tubes and a three-prong outlet. He beamed. "Looks like it's still working, too, although it would be better if I could set it to draw power from the TARDIS. Still, a few car batteries and we're in business." He looked around. "I don't suppose you happen to have a few quarts of suramin lying about? That'd be handy, but probably too much to hope for."
Emilie almost capitalized on us second reference to being tied up or handcuffed. The temptation to do so was remarkable, but not, she felt, in the best interest of letting the Doctor get on with doing his thing and no doubt saving the world in the process. So instead, she had simply laughed and led him on to her lab.
The thing that emerged from the cupboard resembled a meter-long tuning fork with vacuum tubes and a three-prong outlet. He beamed. "Looks like it's still working, too, although it would be better if I could set it to draw power from the TARDIS. Still, a few car batteries and we're in business."
Rounding her own lab bench to actually stand next to the Doctor - Emilie had taken advantage of the time he spent searching to tinker a bit with her own work - she eyed the machine curiously.
"What is it, then? she asked, resting her elbows on the tabletop. "It looks a bit like a Zilantian wave scanalyzer."
He looked around. "I don't suppose you happen to have a few quarts of suramin lying about? That'd be handy, but probably too much to hope for."
His question was met with a blank stare.
"Sorry, but I haven't a clue what that is. Much less where to find it. Does it have a more common name I'd know? Or a chemical name, for that matter."
Rounding her own lab bench to actually stand next to the Doctor, Emilie eyed the machine curiously.
"What is it, then? she asked, resting her elbows on the tabletop. "It looks a bit like a Zilantian wave scanalyzer."
"Not quite," the Doctor said, checking the connections one final time. "It's built on a wave scanalyzer, yeah - good eye, by the way, spotting that - but it also heterodynes in a second wave that disrupts neural activity in the 0.3 to 0.7 millimeme range." He looked around. "I don't suppose you happen to have a few quarts of suramin lying about? That'd be handy, but probably too much to hope for."
His question was met with a blank stare.
"Sorry, but I haven't a clue what that is. Much less where to find it. Does it have a more common name I'd know? Or a chemical name, for that matter."
"C51H34N6O23S6," the Doctor rattled off. "Or, if you prefer the systematic name, 8,8'-{Carbonylbis[imino-3,1-phenylenecarbonylimino(4-methyl-3,1-phenylene)carbonylimino]}di(1,3,5-naphthalenetrisulfonic acid)." He took a deep breath. "Whew. Anyway, it's a worming medicine on top of other potential uses."
The Doctor answered her questions swiftly and efficiently. Emilie would have appreciated it more if his answers made sense, but at least they were speaking the same 'language' so to speak. Despite the fact his babble was so rapid she felt her ears might have picked up river rocks, it relaxed her in a way talking to the other humans at UNIT never did.
"It'll come in handy. For the zombies."
A lazy grin stretched across Emilie's face despite the fact she had to shake her head 'no' she didn't have suramin on hand.
"And here I thought the only present you had for me was leather and handcuffs. Do tell."
A lazy grin stretched across Emilie's face despite the fact she had to shake her head 'no' she didn't have suramin on hand. "And here I thought the only present you had for me was leather and handcuffs. Do tell."
"You see," the Doctor laughed, "this is why I like you! I say 'zombies' and you don't say 'oh, that's impossible'." He shook his head. "If I had a penny for everytime I'd heard that, I'd have... oh, well... more ridiculous copper-zinc wafers than I care to think about."
He thought for a second.
"Anyway, you have a car? Cos I've left me TARDIS miles from here, and the sooner we get to ground zero and deal with the Conqueror Worm, the better. And while you drive, I'll make a few adjustments on this thing here, and give you a few more details."
"You see," the Doctor laughed, "this is why I like you! I say 'zombies' and you don't say 'oh, that's impossible'." He shook his head. "If I had a penny for everytime I'd heard that, I'd have... oh, well... more ridiculous copper-zinc wafers than I care to think about."
"I'm not sure why you'd want any to begin with," she interjected in the moment of quiet. "From my understanding, even the Americans consider them worthless. It's a wonder they are still being minted."
"Anyway, you have a car? Cos I've left me TARDIS miles from here, and the sooner we get to ground zero and deal with the Conqueror Worm, the better. And while you drive, I'll make a few adjustments on this thing here, and give you a few more details."
"Ah, now that, I can help you with my dear Doctor. UNIT did decide to outfit me with a vehicle, despite a few technicalities."
Like the fact she wasn't actually sixteen, much less the twenty something she appeared. Close though! Well, now anyway.
Emilie's eyes glittered with amusement, "I do hope you have an explanation if anyone wonders why two people are leaving security when only one checked in though."
Yes. She was going to see what he came up with, because putting him on the spot was always entertaining, possible zombie apocalypse or not.
"You see," the Doctor laughed, "this is why I like you! I say 'zombies' and you don't say 'oh, that's impossible'." He shook his head. "If I had a penny for everytime I'd heard that, I'd have... oh, well... more ridiculous copper-zinc wafers than I care to think about."
"I'm not sure why you'd want any to begin with," she interjected in the moment of quiet. "From my understanding, even the Americans consider them worthless. It's a wonder they are still being minted."
"Because they make fantastic objects d'art if you put them on railroad tracks, or dangle them on the edge of an event horizon. And because there needs to be something for small children to toss in wishing wells. Otherwise, the entire complex child-fish-leprechaun economy would grind to a halt."
He looked around for something to put the contraption in, then , then gave up and cradled it in his arms. "Anyway, you have a car? Cos I've left me TARDIS miles from here, and the sooner we get to ground zero and deal with the Conqueror Worm, the better. And while you drive, I'll make a few adjustments on this thing here, and give you a few more details."
"Ah, now that, I can help you with my dear Doctor. UNIT did decide to outfit me with a vehicle, despite a few technicalities."
"Great! Wonderful! I haven't been able to get anyone at UNIT to trust me with one since... oh... 1976? 1977? It wasn't until I left Earth again that I finally got the Yearometer properly calibrated... I'm rambling, aren't I?"
Emilie's eyes glittered with amusement, "I do hope you have an explanation if anyone wonders why two people are leaving security when only one checked in though."
He grinned as they headed for the door. "An inverse thunderdome, clearly. One woman enters, two... hmmm... doesn't quite work, does it?"
Chatting merrily, they left the lab. It wasn't until they reached the main UNIT entrance that a guard stopped them. "Excuse me, Dr. Gunnar," said a serious-looking man in uniform. "Who is this?"
The Doctor shifted his grip on the device, holding it cradled in one arm as he pulled a leather wallet out of his jacket. "Howdy, y'all," he said, affecting a Texan accent that could only have been learned from television as he opened the wallet, "Ah'm Doctor Beauregard Grace, UNIT-Moscow." He grinned, showing off all of his teeth. "Y'all unnerstand that, if'n Ah tell y'all that Ah'm here on some top secret business - real hush-hush unnercover work - y'all'll unnerstand that I could't rightly check in through th' reglar channels, now don't y'all?"
He was still talking as he snatched the wallet away and tucked it back into his coat. "But Ah met th' lovely Doctor Gunnar at a conference a few years back, an' she was kind enough to serve as mah liason with UNIT-UK on this matter. So, if'n y'all don' mind, son, we've got important business ta attend to. Top secret stuff. Y'unnerstan', right?"
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