I am sorry. I am not a steady updater. But here's the next installment. Admittedly, I've had this written since I first posted this fic, so... Sorry again. Anyway, I'be read all your comments and thank you. Also, to anyone who made suggestions or what have you, I'll try to take those into consideration in the next chapters I write (whenever that may be). Enjoy!
The fourth time she encountered the blue box and its many mysterious British occupants, Claudia was chilling in the old computer control room, the existence of which she had learned of during the whole Fargo and Hugo fiasco. It had gradually come to be 'her' spot in the Warehouse. Pete had his 'Pete Cave,' Myka had the library sector, Artie had his office, she had the lab.
The police box materialized in the corner to her left, audible and visible from where she sat at the desk with her feet propped up and her computer in her lap. It came to rest there with a THUD and Claudia was jumping up and moving towards it before the door even opened. This time, she WOULD get answers.
Two unfamiliar people stepped out. A blonde woman and a man with messy, curly brown hair topped with a hat and an incredibly long and colorful scarf wrapped around his neck - by far the strangest man yet, Claudia decided. She had come to the conclusion that there was always a man that seemed to be 'in charge' of the box. This one's wide eyes and toothy grin made seem a bit crazy, in her opinion.
She marched right up to the pair, stance firm. "Alright, who the frak are you people?" Both of the strangers' eyebrows rose, but she plowed on. "Why do you keep..." she paused, gesturing wildly toward the police box, "APPEARING in the Warehouse? How do you even get IN?"
Despite her harsh demeanor, the man's crazy grin never dropped. "I'm the Doctor! This is Romana." He waved his hand toward the blonde.
Romana pursed her lips. "What do you mean 'keep' appearing?" She turned to 'the Doctor,' not waiting for Claudia's response, and said, "Doctor, this is not Astrion 5. Just once, can we PLEASE go where we intend and ONLY there?" She returned to the box, clearly expecting him to follow.
Finally, the goofy grin dropped, his shoulders slumped, and he spun around and stepped inside. Claudia rose to her tiptoes, attempting to get a glimpse into the blue box, but to no avail, as the doors quickly shut behind him. She noted briefly that the blue box seemed different somehow, though she was certain it was still the same one.
She watched it fade away, mulling over what she'd learned, which wasn't much, and certainly less than she had planned to come away with. So she knew that at least two of the four old men were called 'the Doctor' - Doctor who? - and all were quirky and British. Or, at least, she had to assume bowl-cut dude had been British, as he hadn't actually spoken. Oh, and it seemed they could travel in the blue box, to places like...Astrion 5? Whatever THAT was...
Somehow, Claudia wasn't feeling any less confused.