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[Filtered to Sgt. Howie and Coordinator Narvin]

I have a bit of a dilemma. [He sounds very concerned.] The... entity, person, alien, being, he, she, it... whatever it was. It altered memories of some to acquire followers. It impressed terrible thoughts in at least one individual's mind to gain their obedience.

This individual has come to me to have these false memories removed. No, this isn't a situation like a flood, or a breach. These are terrible thoughts concerning damaging children that have been thrust into their past experiences. I can repress the memories, but there will be the risk of residual feelings.

The person is a warden, and in full control of their judgement. They're also deeply affected, embarrassed, and wish to remain anonymous. They're also fully aware that it's a painful procedure, and I'm certain it's worth the risk. So temporarily I request use of the mindwipe, from the both of you. I would return it in short order.

[Private to Jim Profit]

[Backdated to pairing day.] Mr. Profit, I believe we're due a conversation. Where would you prefer we meet?

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Let me just get this straight: you're essentially doing this to reverse the effects of the way someone's mind has already been messed with?

I'll be honest and say I find the device's existance, let alone use, morally troublesome, but if it's being used to reverse something like that, I won't object. I'm not altogether happy about it, but okay.

I will be keeping a record of who takes it, when, and why, though, and I'll want you to sign for it.

Yes, to undo damage placed under great duress.

I'm waiting for Narvin's agreement as well. It is his device. [But the Doctor isn't above being a black-mailing bastard at him to get it.]

It is.

I don't want you giving it to anyone else though. Him included.

I have his permission. I'll come by and sign for the device as it makes you comfortable.

Alright. I will come in search of it if it's not returned promptly.

[FFFFFFF. PAIRED AGAIN, BOOO.]

Wherever is convenient for you, Doctor.

[Pause]

Could I ask, have you had a chance to look over my file yet?

I thought we could go over it together! Quite the fun activity, don't you think? Reading a dry perspective on your own life.

[That doesn't sound like it's going to leave him any opportunities for theft. WHY MUST YOUR ROOM BE A TARDIS, DOCTOR? How's he supposed to break in to one of those?]

Perhaps. I'm sure there's something to be said for being exposed to an unbiased reading of it.

[And now he's wondering if he'll be able to just. Snatch his file and run. He could probably outrun you, Doctor. That's what he thinks.]

[He is surprisingly fast, Mr. Profit. And he bites, too! Maybe.]

At least then you'll know what it says. But I'm not interested in delving into your past yet. I want to know what it is you're doing now. Oh, plenty of people have had truly wonderful pasts and done things unquestionably terrible. Some people have come from deplorable backgrounds and gone on to do wonderful things. Who you are is more important than what you were.

So we'll skip to the end of the book for this meeting, what say you? A good writer always tells a mystery story backwards anyway.

[That... might not stop Jim from trying. Because Gosh Darn it he has done some evil, evil things, the details of which he would prefer not getting any further around than they already are.]

Well, I'm afraid my story doesn't quite follow either of those particular trends. I hope you won't be too disappointed when we make it to the beginning.

[He takes a deep breath, because nghhgh, he's so freaked out by this prospect, he's going to have to focus on his breathing and reclaim his carefully constructed calm before asking this next bit:]

So where would it suit you best to look through it?

Oh you couldn't possibly be the worst person I've met. You've not quite reached the point of creating a species that would obliterate the universe to recreate it in it's image or utilizing mass murder to provide a fuel source to rich colonists by stock-piling dead bodies. And let's not forget prohibiting people from experiencing sadness through enforcement groups that arrest and execute you for showing signs of depression- And my first inmate was the Joker and I didn't reject him even when he attempted to stab me in the eye-

Oh, by the by, you pull something similar I'll play you like a marionette right down to Zero. Let's not do that, shall we? Now, how about your room?

Oh, you'll hear no argument from me there. I don't think I could claim to be in the same league as those types of people, I just wouldn't say I'm quite as interesting either. I assure you, I've no intention of trying to stab you in the eye.

My room would be just fine. I'll leave the door unlocked.

I'll bring biscuits and be there in a mo'.

[Your new warden is a little insane, Jim. In any case, he's there in ten minutes, as he promised with both a bit of Jim's file and a tin of biscuits.]

Hello! [Cheerily at Jim's door. Followed by a little light knock.]

Doctor, Hello!

[Jim steps up to hold the door open for the Doctor to step through, his eyes automatically scan down to the file. It really is just a bit of his file. Last time he'd seen it? When he'd done away with the entire thing? He'd seen the size of it's contents, and he was fairly sure there'd been more of it than that. His eyes flick back up to the Doctor, and he smiles warmly.]

Please, come in. Can I get you something to drink?

[He shoves the tin into Jim's hands as soon as he's before him, and he heads in to have a seat.] Please! What do you have?

[He settles down in a chair, slouching and propping his feet up as he starts reading the contents of that little bit. And not just read it, oh no. His eyes flick in an inhuman manner over the contents, absorbing the content at a rate that would make some computer's blush and a scanner ashamed. He was flicking through pages quickly.] Oh, you're quite the ladies man, aren't you? Perhaps I should have asked for some pointers last week.

[Jim accepts the tin, and moves to set it down on the coffee table in the room.] Green tea, coffee, wine, fruit juice? I might have some Evian water in the fridge as well...

[Jim has already turned into the kitchen, when the Doctor first comments on the content of his file. He froze for a moment, before turning smoothly, to glance back towards his new warden.] That's not untrue, I suppose, but it's not how I ever really thought of myself. I don't know that I'm exactly a font of reliable dating advice.

[Stay casual. Stay polite. Don't address your crimes unless he forces you to address your crimes.]

Ooh, green tea. [He lays the file against his chest.] Oh well, it's over and done with now. I attempt to refrain from romance myself. [He rolls the "r" dramatically, and his eyes with it.] There's nothing quite so destructive as a broken heart and a bitter head, and the quickest way to accomplish both is through profession of emotions that stand a risk of being stripped away. Defeats the purpose of trying to help others when I might be aiding to the creation of a ticking time bomb tenuously down down down to unbridled resentment.

[And... back up the papers go, though he's already read them. Now he's just pretending to be engrossed again to give Jim time to go do whatever or say what he likes.]

[Jim sets about making two cups of green tea for them, listening to the Doctor ramble on. Finishing the process quickly, he moves to bring out the two cups.] Well, surely that risk depends on who you're pursuing a relationship with. I don't think I've ever had anyone quite so devoted to me as to have taken that particular spiral.

[He passes behind the Doctor, very casually trying to catch a glimpse over the other man's shoulder, trying to figure out exactly what part of his life was prompting this discussion, before stepping around him to set the tea down on the coffee table.]

But perhaps you and I attract women of different calibers.

[He hands up the bit of file for Jim to look at, which is basically his history at Glacen and Glacen] Oh, I don't know. From that it seems like they become quite enthralled with you. [He raises a brow.] Are you capable of returning their affection? Or is that sort of relationship something of a mystery, still?

[Jim accepts the piece of his file, as he considers the question. He suspected he'd returned Kelly's feelings, to a degree. Certainly, finding what he'd thought was a kindred spirit had been enticing, but essentially what she'd wanted? The roller coaster of sex and danger that she'd found thrilling? Had just been acts of business to him. Still, no reason not to lie.] Obviously it's impossible to fully understand how another person feels for you, but... I adored Nora Gracen. I know that we couldn't have pursued anything, but that doesn't mean that I didn't care for her very much.

You couldn't? Why couldn't you? [He twisted a bit, draping his arm over the back of the seat to look up at Jim.]

[Jim quirked a quick smile at the Doctor, as if he was humoring a stilly question here.]

She was married to my boss, and to my friend.

[He doesn't believe him. He gives him a smile back.] And how did she feel about him?

I believe that she still loved him. He just... at that time, he wasn't able to give her everything she wanted from life.

You, wanting to use a mindwipe? How interesting.

Who is this shy patient? I've had more experience with the technology so it would be safer for me to perform the procedure. In fact, I may have to insist on it. [Not that he's that concerned about the patient's welfare. Narvin wants to know which warden is that desperate and whether the information might be useful to him.]

Which should tell you how justified I feel in my course of action. Mr. Howie agreed to let me take it, but I couldn't be unfair enough to divulge their name. Not after having those thoughts impressed upon them.

You probably don't even know how to work the device. At best it would do nothing and at worse you'd fry the poor warden's brain. I should do the procedure, so unless you plan on blindfolding me, you might as well tell me the name of the person in question. [He is sticking with the lie that Howie has the real mindwipe. If he can get the Doctor to let him do the procedure, he can switch the mindwipes and maintain the bluff. Alas, Narvin is a well-known liar and misanthrope, so the Doctor would be justifiably suspicious of his motives.]

I know how to use it, loath as I am to admit it.

I can't, as I know you well enough to know you'd try to use it to your advantage. [Must he? Yes, he must.] What was done to this person's mind was unthinkable. Far worse than any ventures you may have attempted on supposedly weak and impressionable Time Lords, fresh from regeneration. I'm sure Braxiatel would be entertained by your impression of him, if I were to relate the story.

...I see.

Well, far be it from me to stand in the way of someone's dearly needed treatment. Will you at least allow me to inspect the device both before and after? I want to make sure your fiddling doesn't break it.

I wouldn't break it! [Like a petulant kid.] But yes, you may. I'll meet you in the second level stairwell.

Of course you wouldn't. [Said in a tone of voice thick with casual sarcasm.]

I'll be there shortly. [First, to go to Kay and get the real mindwipe so he can swap them during his inspection.]

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[Spam] Jim had decided to appear nekkidly in this thread for the entertainment of all

[Spam] He just wants to impress you, Doctor ccc:

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[Spam] Grarrr, I'm sorry, I thought I'd replied to this!

[Spam] Not like I don't do psychic replies!

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