Chapter Seven:

The Face of Boe?

The Doctor, like his normal Doctor fashion, didn't answer straight away. He pulled out his sonic and pointed it somewhere behind her. Then came a quiet buzzing and the floor swished out of the way, tucking itself somewhere behind the other panel and out came another chair. It was blue leather and slightly bigger than the captain chair the Doctor used to throw himself on. With the chair came another swing, but Andie had yet to discover the lower floor. Then he turned on his heel, and pointed the sonic once more, a window appearing with a mechanic sound.

"So! Andie Echo-" his voice caught on the name, and his eyes widened. That name was so familiar… But he didn't have time to think on it, because the phone rang and Andie turned to answer it.

"UNIT Head- Oh, I mean, whoops! TARDIS! Doctor's TARDIS, here. Andie speaking!" She grinned in apology, her eyes shining in the sudden window light. Outside she saw the vortex, strong circling light. She wondered, her eyes bright – no, aglow – with sudden knowledge. That was the Medusa Cascade.

She paused again, the other line speaking. "I'm sorry, sir. You're who? What?" Another pause. "The Face of Boe? What's that?—I mean, sorry. Yes. Here."

"Boe, good old friend! Where are you? I'll get your coordinates—" He was typing them in as they spoke; Andie watched, curious green eyes. The Doctor was grinning, content with the call. He snapped around the console, pulled that green lever up and then back towards him, and pointed to the window.

Andie turned, watching the vortex turn and light up around the TARDIS. It was bright, swirling, and moving with the coordinates but that was soon over as they landed, metal blocking her view at last. She took a step towards the window, her hand lifting, but an arm around her waist stopped her and she heard the Doctor in her ear, laughing.

She didn't stop the grin when she heard the first raw laugh she'd heard from the Doctor. It was the greatest sound she'd heard in a while, and she let him lift her up and down the stairs, dragging her towards the doors.

"The Face of Boe. Also known in some parts as just the Face. Or sometimes just Boe."

The doors opened and the Doctor stepped out first, pausing as he looked upon a young face. …A young face with a body. A young face with a body to match, but for some reason he was not Jack Harkness. He looked him up and down, hair moving with his emotions. He held out his hand to Andie, and leaned down, making the whisper a deliberate not whisper when he said, "Or depending on when he decides to show up here at the Time Agency, whatever alias he wants. No sort of rank, no matter what. He looks too young and therefore does not yet seem to have his decoration."

He laughed again, stepping forward to shake Boe's hand. "Alright, Mister I'm the Face of Boe! Fat lotta good you're teaching my Andie on her first day out. What sort of help are you? And what are you doing?"

"I am Boe. You watched me. Doctor, you were there when I decided I was tired of existing. I said You are not alone. I mean, this is Eleven, right? You've already done all that. The Master – the whole lot of it?" He grinned down, looking past the Doctor and to Andie. His eyes widened before he looked down at the Doctor, taller than he was, now. "Is that -?"

The Doctor nodded and motioned Andie forward. "Andie, this is Boe," he said, being careful not explain much about Boe and his history. He didn't say anything because his theories were not clarified, and because he did not want to mess up corresponding time lines.

"And," Boe cut in, "nice to meet you, but there's something going on. There is no Time Agency, yet. How would you like to help in getting it started?"

The Doctor frowned then, glancing around Boe and looking up. Yeah, this was near the start of the Agency, but that didn't mean the Doctor aided in the construction or rising up of it. He really disliked the Agency. It wasn't the bane of his existence, but it was starting to become a pain.

Andie glanced around as well, her eyes looking at all the metal around her stinking up the air. "Actually," she blurted out. "Sorry, but it's not ready just yet. I mean, from my calculations and what I can tell, it's a no-go just yet. Still a bit early. And from what I've heard, the Doctor hates a lot of organizations. The Agency being one of them. Torchwood another. There's whole lists, even. If you knew the Doctor, why ask?" She didn't think of the link to both of the listed organizations, but the Doctor did. And so did Boe, but neither said anything, only glimpsed at her.

"Andie let me introduce you to 4967. Only a bit now till it rises to its beginning and quick ending of the Agency," said Boe, grinning as he did so.

The Doctor frowned down at her, looking now at her, that look she didn't notice in the TARDIS. "How did you know – sorry, know that? I didn't say that."

She looked up, smiling shyly and tapped her head in the way ten's incarnation did so often. "Doctor, I've got a Time Lord mind, too. Sure, it's not as fantastic as yours, but I can catch a little bit of information here and there. I can smell the metallic of the buildings, but not the manipulation of the vortex. I mean that sort of tripping in this central area would cause a lot of itchiness and a terrible odor even Jack would pick up."

She wasn't looking around as she got more into the conversation. She was walking towards the building that blocked the TARDIS window. They were on a sort of balcony, and Andie's hair was down, the tie had fallen, and so the wind blew around them, making the smell more terrible to her nose.

The Doctor didn't notice, though. The smell wasn't as detectable as the amount of knowledge that was unlocked and locked again in no real pattern except at the discretion of some sort of keeper that seemed to be her own mind. He looked up at Boe, a frown still on his face before he forced it from his mind. He became preoccupied with keeping up to Andie and Boe followed, keeping distance between himself and Andie.

Author's Note! : Okay you lot, I'm not good at writing my own adventures. I'm more of an emotional writer and honestly, if I could write DW adventures, then scripts would be in and Andie would exist! So, not exactly an adventure. I hope you forgive me (Tell me you do?)

So, Boe! I love Boe and all his theories. Honestly, I do love this mystery in Doctor Who. Haha, I hope the followers I have are still there.