Word Count: 4,605
Author's Summary: The Brigadier has his hands full when an alien escape pod lands.
Characters/Pairings: Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart/Liz Shaw, Captain Yates, Jo Grant, Third Doctor
Recced because: UNIT is used to dealing with the strange and unusual, but not always peacefully ... which makes the arrival of an alien baby more than a little confounding, especially for the Brigadier. He might have a daughter of his own, but that doesn't necessarily make him comfortable dealing with an alien infant, and his substitute for a temporarily absent Doctor – Liz Shaw – isn't entirely happy at being drawn back into UNIT's unique brand of chaos, either. (Not in the least because it reminds her of certain inappropriate feelings she'd had for her supervisor.) But the plot isn't why you should read this story, although it's a good one; no, you should read it because it's really a sweet-natured character piece with emotional depth for both the Brig and Liz, written with such thoughtful attention to voice that I had no trouble hearing each character speak in my head.
She wondered whether he knew how good he looked in that regulation army uniform, and tried to distract herself by asking again when the Doctor was likely to return. “Haven’t you any way of getting in touch with him?”
“I thought I’d explained,” he said, shifting the weight of the alien from one arm to the other and kicking a chair out from under the lab bench to sit down. “He’s gone off in his TARDIS with Miss Grant — she’s his assistant these days. They’re rather out of radio range, I’m afraid.”
“You mean that Police Box? He actually got it working?”
“And it really is a space ship?”
He smiled. “Oh yes. I’ve been in it. Ended up in an anti-matter universe at the centre of a black hole. Took this place with it — the whole building I mean. Took some explaining to Geneva, I can tell you!”
Liz snorted, her bubble of belief evaporating despite his earnest expression. “Oh really, Brigadier! If the Doctor’s taken himself off somewhere and you can’t find him, just say so — you don’t need to make up fairy stories!”
He sighed. “Yes, that was pretty much the Secretary-General’s reaction too.”