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so i have to send in my computer for repair.  i will always be on mobile skype and i will reply to what i can but no gifs or reply as text for awhile.  this suuuuucks

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As the doorbell rang, Alfie got up and answered the door.  A gangly looking man stood there and he looked at him expectantly.  ''Can I help you, sir?''  

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He laughed and followed the Doctor, hands shoved in his pockets.  ''If you are who you say you are, you know I am always straight to the point.''

"Oh, all right, straight to the point, Alfie Owens. Come on then." He said with a wink and a grin before walking off. He paused, turned. "Promptly!"

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''Quantum Physics.  Not cheese making.''  He shrugged.  ''Then let me see your TARDIS.''  He insisted.

"Yes! The Doctor! That’s me." He pointed at himself, before giving a thumbs up.  "Man of science myself, and look at you! A Doctor…is it in cheese making?" He asked in seriousness.

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''It's Doctor Owens, if you don't mind.  And you don't mean to tell me you are the Doctor?  The one my parents always told me about?''  He crossed his arms.  ''I'm a man of science.  I never say never but as far as I knew, The Doctor was a family fairy tale.''

"Oh, but you called it yourself first. I just made them aware of it." He said with a grin. "Alfie Owens! You have grown!" He said, shaking the man’s hand gleefully bouncing up and down.

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His expression changed once the man spouted Alfie's family nickname.  He never spoke of it to anyone who wasn't related to him.  The Doctor was just a family fairy tale, after all.  ''How do you know that nickname, sir?  Only my Mum and Dad call me that.'' This man seemed familiar but Alfie couldn't put his finger on it.

"Alfie…Owens?" The Doctor says, looking at the man. The simalarity was there, the perhaps more slender figure of Sophie, coupled with the easy smile and hair of one Craig Owens. The Doctor’s face split into a grin, "Oh, Stormageddon!"

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''Doctor Alfie Owens, can I help you?''

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He nodded with a smile.  ''I have.Simon is a very smart man.  Word around these parts is that you are pretty smart too, River.''

"You’ve met my brother." The mere mention of his name was enough to uplift her spirits. 

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He smiled a bit.  ''Tam?  You wouldn't be related to one Simon Tam, would you?''

She gave him and the surroundings thoughtful consideration. “River Tam. Can you?”

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Alfie nodded.  ''I was hoping to experiment with tuning it to specific tumors and make it a painless, much more efficient cancer treatment.  But SHIELD took it and I'm worried, so I want to see if I can be allowed in and defend what I can because it's dangerous.''  He scrubbed his face a little.  ''I doubt they're trying to cure cancer.''

This conversation was starting to become worrisome. “And why would you want to do something like that? Isn’t there some other use for it?” Some use that didn’t involve a probably painful death, Simon hoped.

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He shook his head.  ''No, no, no, you are right.  Most of the tech we have right now stuns.  But I made a discovery that means it's a hell of a lot easier to tune these things to human molecules.''

"Actually, most of the weapons I’ve seen stun. Though, if I take what you’re saying, I suppose they were tuned to—" Wide-eyed, Simon cut himself off and scratched at his ear. "I mean…" He fell silent, not sure how to backpedal from his statement.

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''Glass is a mere example of the power of sound.  Sonic technology, if made right and tuned to the right frequency, could have a lot of use.  But it could be a weapon too.  Hence why I want to see if I can get into whatever they have decided to research using my findings.''  He frowned.  

"I don’t understand what glass has anything to do with it. But what do you mean a circle? As in go forward enough, you just end up at the beginning again or…" He wasn’t exactly sure what other kinds of circles there are. "Because that sounds a lot like ‘this has happened before, and will happen again’ and I’m pretty sure this is neither happening again nor will be repeated."

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''I am simply teasing.''  He laughed, smiling a bit.  ''Did you know sound can be incredibly destructive?  Glass actually can shatter if one is able to get the right tone and frequency.  The same principle can be used on all kinds of molecules, with the right amount of power and frequency.  As for Time Travel, I found  out things about time and how it exists.  It's not in a straight line like we have thought it was.  It's in a circle.''

"Because I don’t have the contacts for that." Simon was being a little too serious. "Besides, my doctorate is in medicine, not physics. I probably won’t understand a word, but I’d still like to hear it."

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He crossed his arms, looking a bit amused.  ''And how do I know you won't just sell my discovery to the highest bidder?''  He was being a little facetious.

"Quantum physics and time travel?" That certainly changed how interested he was in hearing about this man’s work. "I can’t particularly speak for their intentions… But what exactly did you discover?" He tried to sound disinterested.

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''You parked a Police Box in my living room!''

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        “Why are you shouting?”

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''Quantum Physics with an emphasis on the potential use of sonic technology and time travel.  I have a bachelor's in Astronomy as well.  I had made a discovery when they confiscated my research.  I imagine they either do not want people to gain this technology or want it for themselves.  I don't particularly care so long as I am able to get back to research.''

"Well, as far as I can tell, they work on recruit. But they’ve confiscated your work, so I suppose that’s an upside for you. They are aware of you." He tilted his head, wondering if he really wanted to know the answer to his question. "What kind of research do you do anyway, that they’d take it?"

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He smiled up at the girl and put his files away.  ''Doctor Alfonso Owens.  Can I help you, Miss?''