A/N: This is one of those 'what the hell' kind of stories. I find a bit interesting and may or may not attempt this idea at a later date.
"The numbers whisper to you." Drusilla said tilting her head as if she were listening to a distant song. Rodney hated it when they were alone, which was a lot when everyone considered the insane woman with no heartbeat a matter of science.
"Horrible teases, they don't give what you want ." An annoyed sigh was his reply as he pushed the needle into her arm for another blood sample. Nothing made any sort of sense since the discovery of her body on some frozen tundra of a planet. All life signs indicated she was dead but the moment Rodney touched her she woke up screaming like a banshee. His curiosity might just kill him yet.
"Just a little deeper." She moaned with her eyes half closed. Rodney quickly finished and jerked away from her horrified. She merely pouted before she slid off the exam table. He started looking over her file again, hoping if he ignored her she would simply go away.
"Lies, always lie." She hissed angrily.
"Numbers never lie, Dru, I've told you that." He said automatically defending one of things he was good with, talking to insane people wasn't one of them.
"Little voices full of empty promises." She said icily, her nails scraping along the top edge of his screen. "The stars won't talk here."
"Stars don't talk that's why." He said impatiently, watching her carefully as she moved closer to him. This woman terrified him with everything she did. Every time she twisted her full mouth into a smile he'd get the feeling she was getting ready to eat him.
"Not to you. They wouldn't like you." She murmured as she petted the number filled screen.
"I am very likeable." He stated straightening himself up. "Why am I defending myself to a loon?" He realized a little too late that insulting someone you think could rip you apart was a bad idea. She only smiled with that queer gleam of insanity in her bottomless eyes and turned her head back to the monitor.
"One day I'll find out exactly what you are." Rodney warned, fully aware that threatening her was probably the worst idea in all the galaxy.
"Then who would make your pretty boxes sing?" It was more of a returned threat than a question. The doctor swallowed heavily before returning his plan of shutting her out. Drusilla simply started to hum before she twirled away to haunt the halls of Atlantis.
"Run and catch, run and catch. The lamb is caught in the blackberry patch."