Chapter One

"Mulder..."

Scully gasped when she felt something hit her on the top of her head. She looked up and let out an exasperated sigh when she noticed several pencils sticking out of the ceiling.

"I really wish you would stop doing this," she said, pointing up at them.

Mulder shrugged, as he sat in his desk chair.

"I'm bored," he said, shrugging.

"Well find something else to occupy your time that won't involve me getting brain damage," she retorted.

She reached up and starting pulling the pencils out of the ceiling while Mulder went back to his laptop.

Scully finished pulling all the pencils out of the ceiling. With an exasperated sigh, she threw them on the desk and started to sit down in her seat when she noticed Mulder staring at his laptop screen with an impish grin on his face. She stared at him for a moment before walking around the desk to see what he was looking at. Leaning over his shoulder, she started to read the text on the screen. She frowned and looked down at Mulder.

"Mulder what is this?" she asked.

"This…Scully is a website that is dedicated to uncovering things the governments of the world don't want you to know."

"Of course it is. How stupid of me," Scully muttered, rolling her eyes.

She sighed.

"Okay…what are the governments of the world covering up now?"

She looked skyward.

"And I have a feeling whatever the answer is will be our next assignment," she muttered under her breath.

"The Doctor."

Scully looked back down at Mulder.

"The Doctor? Doctor who?" she asked.

Mulder shrugged.

"That's all anyone knows him as. Just the Doctor."

"Okay…why is this Doctor so important that nations of the world would go to great lengths to prevent the public from knowing about him?"

"Well, for starters, the guy gets around."

"Really? Gets around where?"

"Around time."

Scully frowned.

"Come again?"

Mulder sighed and gave her a patronizing look.

"There have been sightings of the Doctor at different points in time almost back to the dawn of recorded history."

Scully stared at him.

"How can that be?"

Mulder shrugged.

"I don't know, but many cultures around the world have stories and myths about him, and he's been seen all over the world in almost any time period you can think of."

He frowned.

"Problem is, a lot of the surviving descriptions don't match up with other descriptions of the Doctor. Some cultures describe him as an old man, others as young. Some say he has blonde hair, others say he has brown hair. He has blue eyes, he has brown eyes. He's short, he's tall. Clothing descriptions differ from culture to culture. From what I can make out there's at least 9 or 10 different descriptions of the same person."

"Maybe it isn't one person. Maybe it's a group of people passing the title down through history like a secret society or something," Scully mused.

"I thought about that. But…"

He clicked on his mouse and brought up a drawing of a man with long brown, wavy hair who was dressed in Edwardian era clothes.

"This guy," Mulder said, pointing at the picture." Is a depiction of one of the Doctors. Now, if this is a secret society, and he's one of the ones who inherited the title, then he's definitely not from this world, Scully, because among the sightings of this particular Doctor is a man from Ancient Greece, and a woman living in London in 1967. That's quite a lifespan for one individual."

"I'll say," Scully said, nodding.

"And…it seems that the Doctor never travels alone. There are descriptions of men and women who travel with him. There have even been some sightings of the Doctor traveling with a weird metal dog that moves on its own and talks in a robotic English accent. And, these women and men also have been sighted centuries and millennia apart just like he has."

Scully shook her head.

"How you find these weird websites, Mulder, I'll never figure out."

Mulder gave her a smug smile.

"I know where to look."

Scully snorted.

"So," she said. "If no one can agree on one description for this man, how do you know these sightings are all connected?"

Mulder smiled and clicked his mouse.

"Because, Scully, there is one thing that remains the same through all these descriptions and stories; one thing that links them all together."

"And that is?"

"This!" Mulder said, giving the mouse a final click.

Scully frowned, as she stared at the picture of a blue box that looked like a phone booth.

"What is it?" she asked.

"It is a police public call box that was used in England about 40 years ago until they were discontinued."

Scully looked at him.

"And this British police call box thingy has turned up in ancient Greece?"

"Yup, and ancient Egypt, and ancient Rome, and the Aztec empire, and the French revolution, and the civil war, and London during the German blitz, and…"

"Okay, okay, I get the idea," Scully broke in. "So this…Doctor and his traveling companions travel around in this thing."

"Yup."

"A teeny weenie phone booth."

"Yup."

"All of them travel in this teeny weenie phone booth?"

"And it disappears too."

Scully's eyes widened.

"It does what?"

"Disappears. That's another thing the accounts all agree on. The Doctor appears out of nowhere and disappears in this call box. It just makes this weird wheezing sound, and it fades in and out of view."

"Mulder?"

"Huh?"

"How many times a day do the people who run this website drop acid?"

"It's the truth, Scully."

"Oh, Mulder, you don't know that."

"Yes, I do."

"How do you know?"

"I just know. My brain tells me so."

"Which one? The one upstairs that dreams up weird, far out crap that no one else on earth could think up, or the one downstairs that comes to attention whenever you pop in Slut Bangers V?"

"Hey, don't knock that movie. It's a classic!"

"Yeah, right, a classic," Scully muttered, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, I suppose you want to investigate all this."

"Don't you?"

"No, I'd rather sit here, and have pencils drop on my skull, quite frankly," she said. "That sounds a lot more fun to me than going on some wild goose chase chasing an imaginary man with no name."

"He's not imaginary," Mulder said indignantly.

"Really? How do you know?"

Mulder grinned.

"Because at this very moment, according to the DC residents who are logged onto the chat room on this site, there is a little blue police call box that's sitting right beside the Washington Monument."