Session Three Part 1

Testing, I decided that testing the Doctor might be the only way to find out a bit more on who exactly he was. I also decided to do the same with prot, due to the fact that both patients' seemed to be very bright and intelligent.

Most of our testing is done by Betty McAllister, a head nurse who has been with us for over eleven years. She also for as long as I knew her trying desperately to get pregnant, yet she refused to go through any fertility treatments because she did not want a slew of children. But despite all that, Betty preformed her work happily.

Betty's reports stated that while prot seemed to be willing to be tested, the Doctor was unwilling. I couldn't understand why the man didn't want to be tested but his comment stated, that he had bad memories regarding testing. That was an interesting comment; did the Doctor have some latent test anxiety? When I told them that all patient records were confidential and that it was not going to be seen except by me and a few others, he relented.

Performing an IQ test on prot determined that he had an IQ of 154 which was well above average, but he was no genius. There really wasn't anything too remarkable about his testing save for the fact that prot was sensitive to white light and could sense it at a very high range. As for the Doctor, his IQ score was over 200 and in fact went beyond the measurable quotient on IQ scores. The Doctor's tests were extremely high, which made no sense to me. Although some things such as music and artistic skill were a little bit lower. The Doctor's physical strength and stamina at times could be considered well above average, however at other times, stress could be seen and the Doctor's physical abilities could fail. This meant there were some limitations in what the Doctor could do. The Doctor also displayed more affinity towards sciences, history, and math. Other things such as neurological tests showed that the Doctor's mind didn't function as a normal human brain did. Then again, his high IQ scores may account for that reason.

When the Doctor was brought in, he smiled brightly and picking up another banana from a bowl, he peeled it and proceeded to eat it. "Hello professor, how'd I do?"

I didn't want to admit the fact that his scores were alarmingly high, so I slightly told a bit of a fib and stated, "Your testing came out fine, Doctor."

He grinned and stated, "That was easy, Doctor Brewer. Human tests are a snap. Gallifreyan tests, not so much."

"Oh…"

The Doctor said, "It's not easy to become a Time Lord, you know. The Academy wants only the best and brightest of the Gallifreyan race."

I nodded; it was obvious that this man had been more than likely been schooled at an early age. I was lead to believe that he was more than likely home schooled or perhaps attended a private school. If he had the marks of high intelligence, then it would stand to reason that these talents were no doubt stressed at an early age.

But thinking on schooling I decided to question the Doctor on his society. "Doctor, when does schooling begin for most Gallifreyans?"

"Almost as soon as after they are out of the loom, it's because schooling is a very serious occupation for most, Gallifreyans, Gene. It's a mark of prestige if a Gallifreyan becomes a Time Lord. It allows for privileges that many Gallifreyans don't receive. A Time Lord receives his or her own TARDIS, for instance."

I listened intently; I was beginning to wonder if the main part of his delusional behavior was due to a nervous breakdown brought by a sense of wanting to obtain perfection in schooling. He was inventing a society that was so much stressed on academics, no wonder he was nervous about being tested.

I then asked, "How is Gallifreyan society structured?"

The Doctor said, "It is very much academic."

I wasn't surprised at that answer and listened to his description.

"My people's society is a lot of pomp and ceremony. It can be rather tedious. Never get a bunch of Time Lords together, Gene. They are likely to spend hours and hours on end speaking. They love to hear themselves speak, not quite unlike your politicians on this planet.

I laughed lightly and the Doctor smiled. "Time Lord Society is closely modeled on academic hierarchies. Each belongs to one of a number of various colleges or chapters, such as the Patrexes, Arcalian, and the Prydonian chapters, which have ceremonial and possibly political significance. Each chapter also has its own colours; the Prydonians wear scarlet and orange, the Arcalians wear green and the Patrexeans wear heliotrope."

I wrote this down, these various things down and I asked, "What are the differences between these academies?"

"Well the Patrexes are an order of artists' aesthetes. But they play a very little in my people's politics. The main duty they perform is to scan as far as they can into the future. The Arcalians, are a bit more powerful and they receive more importance as Time Lords. And finally the Prydonian charter, which is the charter I belong to, are decision makers and plotters. There have been more prydonians that have been Time Lord President than any other."

The Doctor smiled lightly, "But I doubt you understand any of this."

I nodded and then said, "What about your technology?"

The Doctor grinned, "A lot of the ancient technology is as lofty as the Time Lords that created it. We give names to pieces of technology that seems rather archaic. For example, The Rod of Rassilon or the Eye of Harmony, can you imagine if you humans named a piece of your earliest technology like that. The wheel for example, if you wanted to be grand about it you might call it, the constant circle of perpetual motion. The Time Lords are that lofty."

It almost seemed as if the Doctor was speaking with contempt of this society he was talking about. His tone had changed as he spoke about his society. I was beginning to think that he had rebelled against something in his life. There was something about this society that he hated and so I asked, "You don't sound particularly enamored with your society."

The Doctor laughed for a couple of minutes and he stated, "I am not enamored with it. My people are a dull lot. The main reason I come to Earth and travel to all sorts of places is because Earth and all the other planets in the universe are much more exciting than Gallifrey."

This man hated his created society, if he was escaping into a delusion, it made very little sense.

The Doctor smiled lightly and he said, "What else do you want to talk about?"

"Your Academy."

"I already told you about the various charters. Most of the Gallifreyan houses belong to either one of these houses. There are lesser charters, but not really worth mentioning. These charters make up the various academics who study at the Academy. We learn such things at the academy such as quantum mechanics and temporal engineering. Even a few aliens are allowed to learn some of the things we teach at the academy, although they are not allowed to learn everything. My people guard our secrets of time travel quite closely."

I nodded and then said, "What about money? Do your people use money?"

"Nope. Not much need for money on Gallifrey. If someone needs something it's generally given to them. That's the problem with you humans. If one of you has more than another person, then you get greedy. And when you get greedy you want more and more. More than you could even possibly use in your short little lives. If you have something, you should share it."

I was beginning to think that this man had fallen upon some economic misfortune, his tone concerning human greed, was filled with much contempt.

I then asked, "What about laws and government?"

"There are lots of laws, Doctor Brewer, laws of time that my people uphold to the highest regard. There are so many rules; I couldn't even mention them all. Some of them are a bit redundant. As for government, the executive political leadership is split between the Lord President, who keeps the ceremonial relics of the Time Lords, and the Chancellor, who appears to be the administrative leader of the Cardinals and who acts as a check on the power of the Lord President. The President is an elected position and on Presidential Resignation Day, the outgoing President usually names his successor, who is then also usually confirmed in a non-contested "election". However, it is still constitutionally possible for another candidate to put themselves forward for the post. The President and Chancellor also sit on the Time Lord High Council, composed variously of Councilors and more senior Cardinals. Also on the High Council is the Castellan of the Chancellery Guard, in charge of the security of the Citadel, he's basically a leader of a trumped-up palace guard. But the President's power isn't always absolute; it can be overruled, other members of the council during an emergency session can overrule the president."

"That sounds very precise, Doctor."

"It is. It's also rather tedious. I'd much rather talk about something else rather than the politics of my people."

"What about your home, the physical landscape of it?"

The Doctor's eyes brightened and he said, "There are three small oceans and several seas but less then half its surface is water. At night and day the sky is burnt orange and often filled with purple, green, and yellow lights. There is no argon in the atmosphere. Southern Gallifrey is considered quite wild and beautiful. Most of Gallifrey is burnt red deserts filled with orange sand, and mountains. There are some green forests, and golden fields strewn with ruble."

"What's ruble?"

"Grasses. It's a beautiful planet, Doctor Brewer. I wish I could show it to you." The Doctor let out a heavy sigh and I then said, "Why not?"

The Doctor did not answer. I wanted to push him for an answer but he looked at me with such a firm look, I did not press. I decided to lay off about his planet and then asked him about people who had traveled with him.

"Who's traveled with you?"

The Doctor grinned, "Lots of people. A lot of humans."

"Can you tell me there names?"

The Doctor sighed, "I suppose. My last companion was Rose."

"Rose who?"

"Nope, not going to tell you her last name. See if you trace her down…it will cause a paradox. I can't afford a paradox, Doctor Brewer. You see it's 1990. And I met her in the year, 2005. She'd only be four or five years old right now. And I am not about to have you bother a four or five year old and her mother. Plus it would alter the time line tremendously and they wouldn't know me yet to begin with."

I looked exasperated at him and he laughed, "Besides, I know what you're trying to do, Doctor Brewer, you're trying to find people so you can trace me down and find out who I am. I already told you, I am the Doctor."

He seemed really firm in who he was and seemed adamant in protecting a girl named Rose, I wondered if Rose was a sister, or perhaps another personality that existed deep within the Doctor.

"Could you tell me more about her?"

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A/N: I have decided to split this chapter up. It's getting long for one and for the sake of length and not wanting to lose people's interest in the story. Thanks to Barefootonthemoon for reading and reviewing. Yes, I have done quite a bit of research in writing this story. Wikipedia for one and William B. Swift's website Rassilon, Omega and that Other guy and referring to Gene Brewer's K-PAX novel for character information. Please R/R