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John Smith (1913)
Harold Saxon (2008.5)
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In 1913, the Doctor (see Doctor) was being pursued by a group of extraterrestrials known as the Family of Blood (see Animavore). To hide, the Doctor rewrote his biology using an alien (see Time Lord) device known as a Chameleon Arch (see Chameleon Arch). Using this device, the Doctor hid…
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The Chameleon Arch is a device developed and used by Time Lords (see Time Lord) to rewrite their biology and disguise themselves as human. This device will pass all psychological and physiological tests as if the subject had been human their whole lifespan. The Chameleon Arch inserts false memories as a background to further blend in, but upon examination the memories will have no backing or details. The resulting human will not remember their previous existence until the Chameleon Arch is reopened. The physical aspect of the Chameleon Arch appears as a broken pocketwatch with spiraling designs inscribed on the cover, which is in reality the name of the hidden Time Lord in their native Gallifreyan. It is unclear whether personalities change completely or are expressed from different angles when a Time Lord has undergone this process. UNIT has requested that any and all instances of possible Chameleon Arches be reported in for further investigation. For examples, see John Smith (1913), Harold Saxon (2008.5), and Professor Yana (3,000,000,000,000).
Ianto stared at the screen that wasn't making sense. Point 1, he couldn't be a Time Lord because Point B, he had early childhood memories and family. But Point 3, he had a fob watch with apparently Gallifreyan writing and Point 4, Time Lords didn't appear to follow any age pattern when regenerating, so he could have regenerated into a child, then used the Chameleon Arch. But all of this was rendered moot by Point 5, this was all insane.
Well, insane for Torchwood.
Relatively.
Ish.
Even in an organization where 24-hour alien pregnancies from bites and repeated resurrections of multiple employees were common, discovering that you might be a centuries-old alien from an extinct civilization was unusual, to say the least.
As was Jack's reaction.
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Rrrring. Rrrring. "Hello, this is the Doctor! I'm not able to pick up the phone right now – No, River, stop that! – sorry. Anyway, I'll do my best to call back – quiet, Pond, of course I'll call back. As long as it isn't a telemarketer. Telemarketers are evil. Yes, more evil than Cybermen. Probably not quite as evil as Daleks, though… Anyway. I'll call back. Probably. Eventually. Maybe."
This Doctor's voice is unfamiliar, but the tone and the rambling can't be mistaken. "Hi, Doctor. This is Jack. I had some questions about something. It's a little complicated – call back when you can, or maybe come. It's sort of important." Jack put the phone in the receiver and groaned, his head in his hands. "Now, all we need to do is wait a few decades, and he should show up," he muttered to himself. "Now what?"
"Now, apparently, we wait," Ianto spoke up from the doorway.
Jack jumped spinning towards his lover. "You were listening?"
"Torchwood One teaches you bad habits," Ianto said in lieu of a confession. "Here." He handed Jack a stack of papers.
"What's this?" Jack glanced at the top paper, which was displaying a printed picture of an old fob watch emblazoned with Gallifreyan swirls. "Ianto…"
"Apparently, Time Lord perception filters have a way of breaking once the subject is made aware of the object." Ianto met Jack's worried stare levelly. "I've done some research, but we have no way of knowing which Time Lord the fob watch belonged to, aside from either waiting for your Doctor or opening it, which would, based on current evidence, erase my personality. I believe that we should hold of on that option."
"I… yes. There's not much we can do without him." Jack swallowed and cautiously extended a hand to Ianto. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, sir. Just… fine." Ianto turned and quickly exited Jack's office.
Jack sighed, rubbing his forehead, and looked down at the next note he had on his desk.
Amy and Rory Pond, Leadworth, England.
-Professor River Song, Archaeologist