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Exorcising some bunnies haunting the halls of my skull! Be afraid! Be very, very afraid!
FRINGES: ONE OF THOSE DAYS
Olivia wasn't sure what to make of the strange man who had arrived at the scene of the latest incident. His credentials were impeccable, although not even Broyles had been able to ferret out any details regarding his background. She wasn't surprised; she'd heard odd things about UNIT even before she joined the Fringe Division. They were a close-mouthed group, operating under the umbrella of the United Nations Security Council, but no one was quite certain what they did. That alone said a lot about this peculiar Doctor John Smith.
"I'm UNIT's scientific adviser," he'd said, in reply to Olivia's oblique queries. Then he had flashed her an enormous smile and proffered a bag of treats. "Care for a jelly baby?"
Of course, the Doctor and Walter got along like a house on fire. Both men were eccentric and both were, Olivia was convinced, geniuses. She'd walked into the lab and found them sipping milkshakes over the dessicated corpse.
"Agent Dunham!" enthused the Doctor. He flashed that enormous grin at her. "You'll be pleased to know this incident isn't a Fringe incident!"
Olivia eyed the corpse. "Really?"
"Oh yes," said the Doctor. "I'm quite certain." He gestured at the remains. "This is something quite different."
"Really?" Olivia deadpanned. "If this isn't a fringe incident, Doctor, then what is it?"
"Isn't it obvious?" said the Doctor. His wide smile lost some of its clownish sparkle, becoming something a little more feral.
Olivia felt a headache coming on. "Doctor, if you could. . . ."
Walter spoke, with a gleam in his eye. "It's an alien, Olivia."
She fought the urge to sigh. It was going to be one of those days.
FRINGES: ONE OF THOSE DAYS
Olivia wasn't sure what to make of the strange man who had arrived at the scene of the latest incident. His credentials were impeccable, although not even Broyles had been able to ferret out any details regarding his background. She wasn't surprised; she'd heard odd things about UNIT even before she joined the Fringe Division. They were a close-mouthed group, operating under the umbrella of the United Nations Security Council, but no one was quite certain what they did. That alone said a lot about this peculiar Doctor John Smith.
"I'm UNIT's scientific adviser," he'd said, in reply to Olivia's oblique queries. Then he had flashed her an enormous smile and proffered a bag of treats. "Care for a jelly baby?"
Of course, the Doctor and Walter got along like a house on fire. Both men were eccentric and both were, Olivia was convinced, geniuses. She'd walked into the lab and found them sipping milkshakes over the dessicated corpse.
"Agent Dunham!" enthused the Doctor. He flashed that enormous grin at her. "You'll be pleased to know this incident isn't a Fringe incident!"
Olivia eyed the corpse. "Really?"
"Oh yes," said the Doctor. "I'm quite certain." He gestured at the remains. "This is something quite different."
"Really?" Olivia deadpanned. "If this isn't a fringe incident, Doctor, then what is it?"
"Isn't it obvious?" said the Doctor. His wide smile lost some of its clownish sparkle, becoming something a little more feral.
Olivia felt a headache coming on. "Doctor, if you could. . . ."
Walter spoke, with a gleam in his eye. "It's an alien, Olivia."
She fought the urge to sigh. It was going to be one of those days.
