(Disclaimer: This is a mix between Doctor Who and the video game series, Half-Life. I do not own Doctor Who and the Half-Life series. I also would like to thank the creators of both Doctor Who and Half-life for inspiring me to create this fanfic and for showing the people of the world that scientists and doctors can kick some serious ass. Thank you and please sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.)
Infinity
By: RoboAngel
Main Characters/ Infinity Team Members:
Dr. "Ed" Davis: Age: Late Twenties. Engineer. Creator of the APE (All-Purpose Exoskeleton) suit and FIDO (Field Integrating Dog-like Operator). Has long dark brown hair that goes past the shoulders, hazel eyes, and is distinguished by her dark red glasses. Wears the Engineer form of the APE suit. Ed is just a nickname used by the team. Her real name is never used in public and remains a mystery.
Dr. Tomas "Tom" Barker (named after Tom Baker): Age: Mid-forties. Physician. Looks just like Tom Baker except without the Fourth Doctor outfit and younger. Wears the Medic form of the APE suit.
Dr. Christopher "Chris" Ericson (named after Christopher Eccleston.): Age: Late Twenties. Theoretical Physicist. Looks just like Christopher Eccleston except without the Ninth Doctor outfit and younger. Wears the standard/multipurpose form of the APE suit.
Dr. Annie Tennas: Age: Mid-Twenties. Astrophysicist. Has short blond hair and brown eyes. Wears the standard/multipurpose form of the APE suit.
David "Davy" Tennas (named after David Tennant): Age: Late teens. High school student. Annie's little brother. Looks just like David Tennant except younger, without the Tenth Doctor outfit, and with black glasses. Wears the standard/multipurpose form of the APE suit.
FIDO (Field Integrating Dog-like Operator): A robotic dog that resembles a husky. Created by Dr. "Ed" Davis to look like a dog she had when she was little and to assist her during engineering jobs. Equipped with sensors, APE functions, and standard engineering devices.
Chapter 1: I Hate Mondays:
Dr. Ed Davis waited impatiently in the trolley as it moved through the underground levels of the White Peak Research Facility which was 150 miles away from London. It was 10:15 am Monday morning and she was already having a bad day. She was late for her weekly meeting which started at 10 am due to fact that she stayed up late last night fixing her robot dog, FIDO, and ended up sleeping in. The only thing that she could pick up for breakfast from the dining hall before the trolley left was an apple. She looked at it sadly and wished she had a bowl of cereal instead.
"Oh well," said Ed and sighed, "An apple a day keeps the doctor away at least."
She took a bite of the apple when the intercom on the ceiling of the trolley blared out with a British female monotone voice announcing, "Attention! Attention! Would the following Infinity Team members please come to Conference Room B on Sub-Level 234?" Ed waited and prayed that someone else was also late for the meeting. "Dr. E. Davis, Engineer…Please come to the conference room immediately, your meeting has started…Thank you and have a safe and productive day," went the intercom and then switched off.
"Dang it man!" Ed said to herself. Even though she wanted someone else to be late with her she knew that the others were always on time but so was she, except now.
"That's another tally for the 'bad day' side," thought Ed as she continued to munch on her apple. "Why did I take this job in the first place?" she questioned herself. Ed had worked in the underground facility for the past three years as the Infinity Team's engineer and robotics expert which was one of the only good things about the job. She had a dormitory underground that barely had enough room for a bed let alone for a desk and sink too. The community bathrooms were always full which meant that Ed could only shower once a week. Her superiors looked down at her and preferred her to be a secretary instead of an engineer. She was the only female engineer and roboticist in the Theoretical Division which made her an easy target for the insults and sexual comments made by the other engineers, and she was part of a handful of Americans who worked in the complex. She was use to all of it though, it was just that today was a bad day and she had the tendency to build up on it by reminding herself of all the other bad things that were going on in her life right now. However, she trained herself long ago to ever be the optimist and knew that within the next few minutes she would forget all the negative things and try her best to make the rest of the day better.
"The guys will understand why I'm late, I'm sure of it," thought Ed, already starting to switch to her "Optimistic" mode. Just then, she heard the snap of a lighter coming from the back of the trolley. She turned around and saw a man lighting a cigarette that was hanging loosely from his mouth. The man looked like to be in his mid-forties with thick black hair combed back, a black beard with white streaks on the chin part of the beard, a blue shirt with a loose red tie, a lab coat with the nametag "Lab Assistant" clipped onto it, and a pair of thick black glasses that were half-way down his nose. Ed looked down and saw cigarette butts littered all around the man's feet.
Ed turned back to her seat with her eyebrows raised. "Geez, it's amazing that the Chain-Smoking Assistant has lived this long," she whispered to herself and then realized that smoking was against the rules of the facility and might as well tell the guy before he gets himself in trouble. She turned around to see the Chain-Smoking Assistant and said, "Excuse me, sir?" The man looked at her with cold, calculating, brown eyes as the smoke from the cigarette floated up into the air. "It's against the rules to smoke in this facility," she said with a hint of nervousness in her voice.
The man took a long drag of the cigarette and took it out of his mouth. He breathed out the smoke and said with a thick and raspy Texan accent, "Don't worry kiddo, I'm above any law in this world." He gave a smile and put the cigarette back in his mouth.
Ed turned back to her seat and said to herself quietly, "Ooookkkayyy then, that was just plain weird." She then thought, "Who does he think he is?"
She wanted to think more about this but the intercom came back on again and said, "Now arriving at Sub-Level 234. Please do not leave the trolley until the trolley has come to a complete stop and the doors are open. Thank you and have a safe and productive day."
As Ed was about to leave, she heard the Chain-Smoking Assistant say, "I'll be seeing you around soon kiddo." Ed looked back at him, gave him a weak smile, and left the trolley. The trolley door behind her closed and hissed shut. As she walked to the security gate, she couldn't help but look back at the trolley. When she did her heart began to beat faster for as the trolley went in motion and began to disappear into a tunnel, the Chain-Smoking Assistant was standing up inside the trolley and looking right at her with his cigarette still in his mouth.
Ed felt a chill down her spine and walked quickly to the security guard. "Well hello there Dr. Davis, you're a bit late today aren't you?" said the guard with a thick Scottish accent.
"Yeah, yeah I am. By the way, do you happen to know that guy who I was riding with in the trolley?" asked Ed, hoping that the guard would help her identify the Chain-Smoking Assistant.
The security guard gave her a puzzled look and shook his head. "I've never seen him until today ma'am. Do you think he's new?" he said.
"I don't think so, he looks like he's been working here for some time," said Ed as another chill came down her spine.
"Oh well then," said the guard as he punched in the security code and opened the gate. As soon as the thick metal doors slid open Ed threw her apple core into a nearby trash can, waved the guard goodbye, and quickly walked down the metal corridor to another security gate.
As the second pair of metal doors slid open to the conference rooms, Ed got her mind off of the mysterious Chain-Smoking Assistant with more pressing issues at hand like the fact that she was now half an hour late to her meeting. Instead of walking this time she said, "Screw it," and started to run to Conference Room B, hoping that her fellow teammates will be accepting and considerate about her tardiness.