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The Doctor blinked twice, startled. Grinned, completely won over. "Y'know, I don't think I could have said it better myself. Though, don't forget the scientists. Not all of us are soldiers, you know. Some of us are simply geniuses!"

Turning more serious, he added, "I'd like to find my ship, and then find out what was going on. In that order. 'Course, doubt it'll work that way, but I'd prefer a way to get the less powerful people out before we start too much trouble, assuming we need to. I'm assuming we need to. Well, assuming they'd listen too, which is seeming unlikely. Not that they could pilot her anyway, mind."

"What kind of ship?"

"What sort of ship? What do you mean? It's a space ship, obviously. Well, and a time ship. TARDIS, actually. If you're going to be picky. It's blue, box-like. Has a bit of a light up top. Why, have you seen it?"

"Nope, but if it gives off any sort of strange energy that's pick-up-able, and I can eventually get over the whole 'using the scarab's scanners kills my brain' thing that's been going on, I might be able to track it. Eventually. So I need to know what to look for."

He tapped his temple. "The scarab has sensors--using them is one of the things it's best at. The problem is right now, in this place, Stacy's telepathic thing and all the data chugging through her systems can't be shut out so it's, uh, mildly brain damage inducing. I need to figure out a way to get around it. Scan selectively and not pull in everything at once. If I can figure out how to do that, though..."

"Ah, well," he tried not to sound too disappointed. "I wouldn't strain yourself too hard. For all we know, Stacy's doing that on purpose. If you break loose of this, it might just get worse."

"And worse would be the equivalent of a telepathic lobotomy, so yeah, I'm playing it careful. But if I get around it, I'll let you know." A pause. "What's your name, anyway?"

"Oh, that's right! I haven't introduced myself, have I? I'm the Doctor. Just the Doctor. And you're Jaime, right?"

Jaime held out his hand, as that was the polite thing to do. "Jaime Reyes."

It was quite clear this wasn't quite a 'Worry about the secret ID situation.'

"What are you the Doctor of?" he asked, amused.

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The Doctor took the hand and shook it enthusiastically. "Wonderful! Lovely to meet you, Jaime Reyes."

Why did they always have to ask that question?

"Ah, well. Everything? Sort of depends, really. Doctor of Learning, maybe?"

A pause. "...They really should have doctors of that," he mused, tapping his chin.

"That's me, alright. The Doctor they should have." That was sort of clever, actually. Maybe he'd keep it (copyright Jaime Reyes).

"If you use it, I get the royalties."

"Aw, of course you will!"

"Not that I ever get paid anyway."

"Damn."

Heh. This guy was cool.

"So you've got a spaceship--and a timeship--and you're a doctor of learning--do you go around exploring or something? Is that your thing? It makes sense with how you were all trying to tell them not to fire at me. You go enough different places and see enough different people and you get used to people being different--only in my world, there's plenty of aliens and different people on Earth, so seeing someone like me isn't hugely out there."

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"Yep! Tourist, that's me! Traveling here and there and yonder through space and time, seeing the sights, taking in the smells, running. Doing a lot of running, actually. It's really all quite fascinating."

"That," Jaime said, "sounds really cool."

"It has its moments," the Doctor says, smiling.

"So what do you and your symbiote - it is a symbiote, isn't it - get up to?" Not the best of segues, but not his worst.

"It didn't used to be a symbiote--more a parasite, but it's a symbiote now," Jaime said. "I'm a superhero. My world has a lot of them, but not many in the Southwest and it needs them just as much as anywhere else. But aside from helping firefighters and cops and stuff like that around El Paso and Juárez, until recently, I was trying to keep aliens from invading Earth--the same aliens that built the scarab. It was supposed to latch onto me, take over my mind, and turn me into their 'Infiltrator,' make everyone trust me--and them--so I could help them conquer Earth. The Reach were very tricky. Not the types to just drop into the atmosphere. They were tricking humans into trusting them, making them think they were benevolent."

The Doctor listened quietly, absorbing the information. And then he said one of the many wise things the Doctor tended to say. "Y'know, I think you're right. I've almost never been to Texas. Which is weird. They sort of would need someone to help out, wouldn't they?"

"In a... superhero-y world, that is. Not the Earth I know. You humans, though, resilient creatures. Might have a secret organization in Texas! I wouldn't know. And, well, alien invaders seem to have a bit more of a thing for good ol' Mother England, in my universe."

"The Reach had their...well, reach, all over. Contacted all the world governments, followed first contact protocols and requests, gave Earth free stuff. But they'd been planning the invasion for thousands of years--just waiting until Earth started reaching its technological potential--until Earth societies could turn out skilled enough slaves."

"Free stuff? What, really? In little gift bags or something?" That was new.

"Technology. They were promising to give Earth technology, knowledge, stuff to bring us up to their level of advancement, because they were pretending they wanted to see humanity grow."

He tilted his head to the other side, as if to say 'on the other hand...'

"When in reality, they were planning on drugging the water with poisons half-phased out of reality, until years of consuming them left every person full of mind control drugs that would start working as soon as they phased it all back into reality, about a hundred years from now, blew up the stations they had around the Earth--disguised as old magical temples to hide the energy signature, since people wouldn't really question magic--we have a lot of it on my world--which would destroy most of the planet's surface and kill thousands. But the survivors would trust them, because of the drugs, when they said 'Come with us; we'll take you someplace better.' That 'someplace better' would be selling them into slavery, and then they'd gut the Earth of what tech and resources it had left."

And the clincher was...

"All for a profit. They've done it to worlds. There's intergalactic peacekeeping forces, called the Green Lanterns, who KNOW they do it, but they haven't been able to get proof and don't want another war. Even when I took out the ones trying to conquer Earth, the Reach just said that Negotiator was a rogue Negotiator and that they didn't support his actions. Total lie."

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The Doctor listened, arms crossed, giving Jaime his full attention.

When it was over, he shook his head. "And you took them down yourself? Impressive. I mean, really impressive. I love humans."

"Had a little help from my techie people, and my girlfriend, best friends, and some friends from around El Paso helped protect my family while I was up there, but yeah."

Huh.

"If you love humans that'd imply you aren't one, but I'd pretty much pegged you for that already."

"I could love humans if I weren't human!" Pause. "But I just used 'were' instead of 'am,' didn't I?" He rubbed his face, grimacing over the tell-tale grammatical error.

"Right. You're right. I'm not. You just look like me. Not my fault."

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