“You realize this is entirely your own fault, Brigadier.” The Doctor protested, retrieving his jacket. “I did warn you this would be dangerous.”
“Dangerous?” The Brigadier sputtered. “I hardly think dangerous covers it. Do you have any idea what my superiors would think of this? We could have been –”
“I’d say it’s a good thing they weren’t here, then.” Liz snapped, looking none too pleased herself as she straightened her skirt. “Now do stop shouting; someone will hear you!”
“I told you specifically: the pheromones of the adult Angynosis can have unpredictable mind-altering effects on humanoids, even if the specimen is dead. I told you to stay out of the lab. I told you to wear a face mask.”
“Not that it did us much good.”
“It was a basic safety precaution, Liz. And it would have been sufficient under normal circumstances. Like if this oblivious twit hadn’t started shooting at it.”
“Considering that it would have impaled you if I hadn’t, you ought to be thanking me, Doctor. And has anyone seen my hat?”
“Post-mortem muscle spasms are completely normal in this species, I’ll have you know. Especially during dissection. My, Liz, you haven’t half got fingernails, have you,” he added, rubbing at the raw skin on his shoulders.
“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, I’m sure.” What might have been either panic or rage had finally crept into her voice. “Both of you stop arguing and get out of here, before we all get arrested.”
The Brigadier visibly bit back a shout and made a last attempt at looking dignified – which was somewhat spoiled when he had to retrieve his UNIT beret from atop an unlit Bunsen burner. “The next time you bring in something with…pheromones, you’ll do your work on it outside. Or at least somewhere extraordinarily well-ventilated.”
“So we can undress and degrade ourselves in public? You’re too generous, Brigadier.” Liz retorted, but he had already shut the door behind him. Turning back to her equipment, she pushed a wayward lock of hair back into her ponytail and began gathering up the scalpels and pins.
“You missed a button, Doctor,” she said flatly, and walked off to the sink.
Requests: Eighth Doctor/Sarah Jane Smith, Fifth Doctor/Todd (from Kinda), First Doctor/Steven Taylor
Three/Liz/Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart
“Dangerous?” The Brigadier sputtered. “I hardly think dangerous covers it. Do you have any idea what my superiors would think of this? We could have been –”
“I’d say it’s a good thing they weren’t here, then.” Liz snapped, looking none too pleased herself as she straightened her skirt. “Now do stop shouting; someone will hear you!”
“I told you specifically: the pheromones of the adult Angynosis can have unpredictable mind-altering effects on humanoids, even if the specimen is dead. I told you to stay out of the lab. I told you to wear a face mask.”
“Not that it did us much good.”
“It was a basic safety precaution, Liz. And it would have been sufficient under normal circumstances. Like if this oblivious twit hadn’t started shooting at it.”
“Considering that it would have impaled you if I hadn’t, you ought to be thanking me, Doctor. And has anyone seen my hat?”
“Post-mortem muscle spasms are completely normal in this species, I’ll have you know. Especially during dissection. My, Liz, you haven’t half got fingernails, have you,” he added, rubbing at the raw skin on his shoulders.
“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, I’m sure.” What might have been either panic or rage had finally crept into her voice. “Both of you stop arguing and get out of here, before we all get arrested.”
The Brigadier visibly bit back a shout and made a last attempt at looking dignified – which was somewhat spoiled when he had to retrieve his UNIT beret from atop an unlit Bunsen burner. “The next time you bring in something with…pheromones, you’ll do your work on it outside. Or at least somewhere extraordinarily well-ventilated.”
“So we can undress and degrade ourselves in public? You’re too generous, Brigadier.” Liz retorted, but he had already shut the door behind him. Turning back to her equipment, she pushed a wayward lock of hair back into her ponytail and began gathering up the scalpels and pins.
“You missed a button, Doctor,” she said flatly, and walked off to the sink.
Requests: Eighth Doctor/Sarah Jane Smith, Fifth Doctor/Todd (from Kinda), First Doctor/Steven Taylor