-Chapter One-
Opening the door of the TARDIS, which stands for Time And Relative Dimension In Space, Clara Oswald, current companion of the Doctor, who is an alien called a time lord from Gallifrey, the last of his people, she put her right boot down on the ground, followed by her left foot as she fully came outside, her Felicity and Coco flare dress blowing behind her, taking her shoulder length brown hair with it. Looking around, she heard the Doctor shout from behind her, "Beacon Hills, California during the fabulous year of 2013."
"Why are we here?" Clara wondered, looking around at the cars passing and the people walking pass, the TARDIS being left next to a bench at a park.
"We are here because," The Doctor began to say, quickly locking the TARDIS, tucking the key safely in his pocket before he continued to follow Clara. "We are here because there is something supernatural here."
"And what's the supernatural that is here?" Clara took out some of the Doctor's words as she followed the people that had passed by them.
"Well, that would be-" The Doctor suddenly lost his train of thought as he crossed the road, looking around Beacon Hills with interest in his eyes.
"What?" Clara lost interest in the same conversation, following the Doctor as he seemed to walk over to a newspaper blowing in the wind.
"Seems there have been murders here." The Doctor's eyes glowed with interest as he handed the paper over to Clara who scanned it with her eyes.
"That's normal, though. Murders, they happen in the world. What's so interesting about these?" She asked, folding the paper in her hands as she tossed it away in the closest trash can, hurrying to follow the Doctor.
"Oh, Clara, they are never normal, not these anyway. How about we do some further digging at the local school where teaching and learning happens?" The Doctor walked off towards the school, Clara seeing the future before it had happened.
"We have to go undercover as teachers-" Before she could finish, the Doctor opened the door to a classroom, turning back to look at her as he said, "British teachers."
"British teachers, nevertheless. Can this get any worse," Turning to look, she saw a class staring at them and she was unsure of what to say, but words just came out of her mouth. "And hello."
"Hello, I'm your teacher-" The Doctor began to say, only to have Clara interrupt him.
Grabbing the Doctor by his arm, she pulled him over to a corner as she whispered, "Why do you always get to be the teacher?"
"Because I know more than you and your thick human brain." He whispered back, hitting his finger into her forehead as she looked at him straight in his eyes.
"You know more than me?" Clara asked, folding her arms as he sighed, holding her shoulders as he asked, "Do you know Spanish?"
"Not much, no." Clara admitted as she felt the Doctor let go of her shoulders, smiling to say, "And that's why I'm the teacher."
"I'm your teacher Mr. Smith and this is my assistant Miss Oswald." He told the class as he began to speak in Spanish, throwing Clara off guard.
"Hola." She simply said when the Doctor finished talking in Spanish, leaving her to the rest, or to at least speak a word.
"How about you," The Doctor said, grabbing her shoulders again as he put her in a seat, making her stay as he finished what he was saying. "Stay over her and shut up."
"Now class, can anyone tell me what: Hoy es un día precioso, ¿no es así? means?" The Doctor asked, seeing a few students, but picking on the one that caught his attention.
"'Today is a lovely day, isn't it?'" The boy repeated, only in English the second time around.
"What's your name?" He asked, sitting down on the table, staring at the classroom.
"Stiles." He simply said, giving his name to the teacher who slightly nodded and looked towards Clara.
"What did I do?" Clara asked, slightly surprised he was looking at her.
"Give me a sentence in Spanish." The Doctor said, knowing she couldn't come up with anything, making his point clearer.
"You give me a sentence in Italian." Two could play at one, making Clara ask the Doctor something that she knew he probably would do, but he'd mostly do it just to show off.
"Giusto per farvi sapere, io non sono in mostra, solo facendo come si chiede." The Doctor replied, determined to not show off, as he only was doing it to prove a point to Clara which she thought was bitter.
"You are so showing off." Crossing her arms, she ignored him as he turned back to teach to the rest of the class for the remaining time.
When the bell rung, everyone dove out of the Spanish room, leaving Clara and the Doctor alone in the room, both of them staring at each other. Giving up the silence, Clara asked, "What was the point of that?"
"To find out what the supernatural was." He told Clara, staring at the clock as he began to leave the room, Clara trailing behind.
"And?" She asked, following him out of the Spanish room and down the hall, going through groups of people until she made it next to the Doctor.
"And I haven't found out what it is... yet." He turned a corner, leaving Clara standing in the hall, surrounded by teenagers.