callisto, an alien from a far away planet, is trapped in a museum of alien artefacts. a man with no name and only a job title finds her and invites her to join him and his companion through space and time.
invasions happen, strange visits and many m...
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THE GROUP STOOD in front of the wall still, the group of ill, mindless patients heading for them, wanting to touch them and infect them unknowingly. even with her high healing factor, callisto thought that this odd disease could kill her, too. concerned for her friends, not so much for the conman, and herself, she tried walk back further, standing in front of rose.
"go to your room!" the doctor exclaimed suddenly and the patients stopped in their tracks. "go to your room! i mean it, i'm very, very angry with you! i'm very, very cross! go! to! your! room!" the patients turned slowly and walked away from them, back to their beds. the doctor grinned and sighed in relief, "i'm really glad that worked. those woulda been terrible last words."
"it could've been worse." callisto hummed and he looked down at her, silently asking her to elaborate. "i mean, if you said something like, 'i'm gonna live forever!' and then immediately died, that would be embarrassing."
the doctor grimaced at the thought as they all left the wall, "yeah, it would be."
rose moved to crouch by a patients bed, all of them now unmoving in the hospital bed. she looked up at the group, "why're they all wearing gas masks?"
"they're not. those masks are flesh and bone." jack replied, his feet kicked up on dr. constantine's desk where he sat.
"how was your con supposed to work?" the doctor asked, standing across the desk from him.
"simple enough, really. find some harmless piece of space junk, let the nearest time agent track it back to earth, convince him it's valuable, name a price. when he's put 50% up front, oops, german bomb falls on it, destroys it forever. he never gets to see what he's payed for, never knows he's been had. i buy him a drink with his own money, and we discuss dumb luck. the perfect self-cleaning con." jack explained.
"yeah, perfect." the doctor replied flatly.
"the london blitz is great for self-cleaners. pompeii's nice if you wanna make a vacation of it, though you gotta set your alarm for volcano day." jack laughed but no one else did, callisto glaring at him. "getting a hint of disapproval."
"take a look around the room. this is what your harmless piece of space junk did." the doctor snapped.
"it was a burnt out medical transporter, it was empty." jack replied, his tone firm and definite.
the doctor looked at him before walked a few steps away, "callisto, rose."
"we getting out of here?" rose questioned as the two women followed him.
"we're going upstairs." the doctor answered.
"i even programmed the flight computer so it wouldn't land on anything living. i harmed no one!" jack called. "i don't know what's happening here, but, believe me, i had nothing to do with it."
