Where am I? How have I not walked into a wall yet?
UNIT.
Yes, I work for UNIT. What does that have to do with anything?
UNIT.
Is this, like, normal, for you guys?
When the Doctor is around, yes.
But it's impossible! I'm writing these, and it's only after I've written them that I notice a reply. Where am I, anyway?
You're in the TARDIS. If you want to keep your job at UNIT, then you're going to have to get used to this. We deal with aliens. You aren't going to manage this job if you can't accept that certain things just exist.
At least you're with UNIT, not Torchwood. If this scares you, then you wouldn't survive a week under Yvonne Hartman.
Seriously. Stay with UNIT, or if you want to leave but keep working with extra-terrestrial stuff, go freelance. Not Torchwood.
I'm leaving UNIT now. All the Doctor ever really needed was someone to pass him test tubes and tell him how brilliant he was.
Sounds familiar. I just had to stand there and be talked at.
You too, huh?
AN: Ok, in my mind the italics was Liz Shaw, the normal text was originally the Brigadier but it could be anyone from UNIT, really. The bold is Jack Harkness and the bold and italics is Martha Jones.
Send in any ideas you have and I'll try to write them.
R&R!