All things considered, the hipocrae were remarkably gracious hosts. With help from the nanotechnology that formed the basis of all their more, er, visible technology, they had quickly adapted to Harry’s nourishment and toilet needs, along with sleep cycles, and … Continue reading →

“So, what exactly are we doing here with the technology that blew up your mass spectrometer?” Martha asked, watching as Abby carefully spread a bit of the blue gel (nanotechnology, she reminded herself) onto a glass slide. Martha had been … Continue reading →

The worst part of it was the waiting. Stephanie had been released on her own recognizance because, whether NCIS trusted her story or not, they couldn’t disprove it: but that didn’t mean they had to keep her up to date … Continue reading →

“You know,” Ducky mused as he patched a small cut on Abby’s forehead under her bangs, where she’d hit it on the edge of the table. “This whole business rather puts me in mind of when I was stationed at … Continue reading →

There were times when the Doctor rather regretted his proclivity for leaving K-9s with assorted companions, whether by his choice or the dog’s. Of course, he had to give the latest model to Sarah Jane–she’d been so heartbroken at the … Continue reading →

Now this was a beautiful car, Abby thought. The gleaming jet black Buick LeSabre, brand new, had a gray leather interior, tinted windows and bullet resistant glass. It was standard enough government issue–for important government people, anyway. No one had … Continue reading →

“Director Shepard?” Jenny looked up from her computer, peering over her reading glasses at her secretary, who was standing in the doorway. “Yes, Cynthia?” “Assistant Director Vance is on the line. He says he wants to speak with you.” Jenny … Continue reading →