You are the Second Doctor: Affable, impish, and
fond of simple pleasures as well as simple
pranks. Your mischievous exterior camouflages a
powerful mind and a great deal of courage.
Although you care nothing for appearances, you
place a high value on the bonds of true and
Which Incarnation of the Doctor Are You?
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Which is a good cheap excuse to trot out this scene, the only time I ever actually wrote anything with that particular Doctor:
By the time she arrived at the Hoover Building half an hour later, she was as bedraggled, exhausted, and frustrated as if she'd been driving all day. Questions still raced through her mind: who was Bowman working for? How had he known she was an FBI agent? What had his peculiar questions been designed to find out? And what in heaven's name had he meant by that last, cryptic comment?
She paused only a moment in the washroom to freshen her makeup and comb the tangles out of her hair before heading down the hall to the X-Files office. "Oh, hey," said Mulder as she opened the door and flung her wrinkled jacket down onto the chair, "Glad you finally made it. I've been having all kinds of fun in your absence."
"I'm sure," she said dryly.
Only then did she notice that there were two other people in the room, sitting quietly by the far wall. One was a petite, dark-haired girl with the wide eyes and pert nose of a child, but whose sleek catsuit left little doubt of her womanhood. The other was a middle-aged man, also dark-haired, and no less incongruously dressed in a black jacket and checked trousers too big for him. His droll, almost lugubrious features were framed by a floppy Beatlesque hairstyle that seemed to invite Scully's laughter; but then his piercing blue eyes met hers and all sense of amusement died away.
"About half an hour ago I went for my mid-morning coffee," said Mulder, "and when I got back these two were poking around the office. I should mention that the girl--what did you say your name was?"
"I didn't," said the girl, defiantly.
"A very good attempt, though," added the man, with what Scully could have sworn was genuine admiration. "Quite polite, really. I shouldn't have blamed her at all if she'd told you. After all, you seem like such a nice young man. Wouldn't you say so, Z--uh, my dear?"
Mulder wrote the letter Z down on his notepad and returned his attention to Scully. "Anyway, this young woman had hacked her way into the network, and Moe Stooge here was elbow-deep in the filing cabinets."
"Now that," said the man severely, "was not nice at all."
"Neither is breaking into confidential government records," said Scully, folding her arms. "I don't think you realize how much trouble you and your daughter are in. Who are you, and what were you trying to find?"
The man's heavy brows shot up at the word "daughter", and Scully quickly amended her initial impression: the pair were not, after all, related. "I'm afraid we really can't tell you anything of the sort," he replied. "Ordinarily I'd be delighted, but orders are orders."
"Orders?" Mulder pounced on the word. "So you're working for someone."
"Oh dear, oh my, no," the little man flustered. "At least, not quite, or rather that isn't what I meant. Not in the way you think, at any rate. You might say we're doing a favor for a friend."
"And this friend wanted you to break into our office and steal our files?" asked Scully. "Or one particular file?"
"Break in?" The man was indignant. "We did no such thing. The door was open."
"The filing cabinet," pointed out Mulder, "was not. And I don't exactly leave my computer passwords lying around. I could also mention that this is a secure building."
"Well," said the girl hotly, "if your systems weren't so primitive--"
"Hush, my dear," the man murmured, patting her arm. "He doesn't want to hear about that, I'm quite sure." He turned back to Scully. "Now, miss--?"
"Agent Scully," she told him, in her coolest tone.
"I beg your pardon, Agent Scully. No, we didn't come here to steal your files. Just to look at them, in a general sort of way, and find out exactly what it is that goes on here." He glanced about the office, his bright eyes appreciative. "It's not a bad sort of place at all, considering it's in the basement. But I shouldn't think you get many visitors. Really, you ought to be happy to see us."
"You've called Security, of course," Scully said to Mulder.
"Not yet, no," he told her, twirling a pencil between his fingers. "You have to admit they're not your garden-variety criminals. I thought there was something to be said for a private interview before I called in the guard, so to speak."
"Well, I'm calling them now," said Scully, and picked up the phone.
"Wait!" exclaimed the girl. All truculence was gone: her eyes were wide and anxious. "We didn't do any harm, truly. I know we should have asked. But we didn't know what you were like. We didn't know if you'd be friendly or whether you were on--the other side."
Mulder and Scully exchanged glances. "Other side?" asked Mulder. "What other side?"
"Well--" She paused, looking about nervously. "You must know your government's awfully corrupt. I mean, they're hiding all kinds of terrible things. Experiments and secret weapons and--things like that. And they've done dreadful things to people who--well, you know--"
Scully watched Mulder closely as the girl stammered through her speech, dreading the sudden spark in his eyes, the tensing of his muscles that would tell her he'd fallen for it. But through it all, his body remained relaxed, his expression politely bored.
"There isn't a thing you've said that you couldn't have got out of reading my files just now," he told her. "Granted you're a pretty fast reader, and you seem to have grasped the main points better than most. But on the whole, I'm not impressed. Go ahead, Scully."
"Security," said the voice on the other end of the line.
"Yes, it's Dana Scully in X-Files. We have a couple of intruders down here." She glanced over at the girl and the man, both handcuffed to their chairs. "No, no particular hurry: they aren't going anywhere. But they should be taken into custody."
"We'll be there," promised Security, and hung up.
"Now that's taken care of," said Mulder, turning his back on their chagrined guests and giving Scully his full attention, "What happened to your car? Where'd you break down?"
Quickly Scully outlined the events of that morning, leaving out for the moment the mysterious Dr. Bowman--she wasn't sure it would be wise to discuss that particular detail in front of their visitors. For all she knew, they might all be working for the same "friend".
"I'll tell you more later," she concluded, at which point the door opened and two security guards marched in.
"You can take Bilbo Baggins and Emma Peel Junior, here, up to a secure room," Mulder told them, nodding toward the man and the girl. "We haven't decided what charges to press yet, but I'll want to talk to them later."
When the pair of would-be spies had been hustled out, and the door shut behind them, Scully turned back to Mulder.
"Now," she said, "for the rest of the story."
Ha! I kill me!
And now I'm getting all nostalgic. Sigh.