Ætius.

His head jerked up and he stilled.

Ætius.

He pressed his lips together, glaring at the opposite wall. "Leave my head immediately."

There is a number.

"Then send Andrell – I am hardly one of your assets."

Molly Dawes. Also known as-

He tilted his head to the side. "If she is the perpetrator, then perhaps it would teach Henry a lesson."

And if she is the victim?

"Then I will not mourn her ill fortune." He grimaced. "Therapy..."

He could sense the beings amusement in the back of his head. She is said to get good results.

"I am ashamed on her behalf."

The eldest Immortal? Feeling something?

He grit his teeth together. "Cease snooping within my life – your handler may not have the will to find your hardware, but I certainly do."

The trespassing being pulsed again in amusement. Then you will handle the number?

"You rarely contact me."

The warmth faded almost entirely out and seemed to pause. If nothing is done, your secret will be jeopardised.

His mouth twisted. "My secret? Would any care?"

You will, Immortal. Lewis Farber will be killed one day when you hate what he became – what he hid.

"You have become used to dealing with Andrell and his human asset – John, was it not?"

The entity gleamed in a mixture of anger and pleasure. At least John hasn't drugged and abandoned a crippled man.

"Andrell is hardly a cripple." He stood, slowly crossing the room to his desk.

The body is a cage.

He shook his head sharply once. "Let me be."

You will handle it?

"What would you have me do? I can hardly contact her in professional courtesy or curiosity – will not do such a thin." He turned and leant against the desk. "Or perhaps I should attempt a straightforward approach? 'Yes, Madame. I believe that you are either to be the villain or the victim of a violent crime. I dearly hope that you are the former, purely professionally, of course."

Perhaps I should have gotten your number.

"People hardly take well to such an announcement, and I made it quite clear I am not one of your assets."

There was a sense of profound exasperation with his lack of cooperation as the answer was lashed back through his mind: Henry Morgan works with the police.

"Yes, he does. Recklessly, I might add. And is there any reason you could not simply contact him and leave me alone?"

She hesitated and withdrew slightly again.

"...You have never spoken with him."

You were the Doctor's companion.

"And that gives you right to enter my mind?"

I need something to maintain my telepathic circuits. Your puny consciousnesses will have to suffice.

"How kind..."

The warmth expanded with laughing amusement.

He sighed, and closed his eyes. "Very well. I shall...arrange something."

There was a sense of relief, and she wrapped her warmth around his mind.

"I dislike being embraced."

She was smug as she withdrew again.

"If you choose to contact me for her number, why do you not do so when my own number comes up?" He straightened and began filing the few papers spread on his desk, preparing to go home for the evening.

The entity was withdrawing, but paused to answer him: You don't answer me.

AN: …...yeah. Alright. I have no idea. I wrote this ages ago. Basically: I don't like Iona, but enjoyed Molly. If we got rid of the latter then the former would be terrific. The Machine does work with numbers, but as she can still see all of time and space, she also works a bit with just telling the future. Henry finds the girl's body the next day, and so is put on Molly's case. Adam doesn't bother hinting at Molly's fate then, knowing Henry was there. This probably had more point, but I've forgotten... Title from the "Monster" song by someone... 4-9-2016