The Tardis lurched about the time vortex as the Doctor was off to his next adventure. He was solo this time around, he was out to test drive his new Tardis and needed somewhere quick to go.
He ran around the consol banging things and trying to figure out some new gadgets that had been added. At last the Tardis lurched to a stop and the Doctor stumbled a bit.
He went to run out the door when he got a look for the first time at what he was wearing. He had just regenerated from his formal self, and had crash landed in a little girl's yard whom he knew by the name of Amelia. He told her he needed to go test drive the new and improved Tardis, and it was only going to take five minutes, and that's what he intended to do. He turned around and went to his wardrobe room and changed clothes.
Sean/Banshee's point of view
When Sean signed up for this secret covert mission, he thought it would be a chance to get out of the school and explore again. He missed when the whole team got in Hank's plane and went and defeated Shaw and the Russians, and when Erik pushed him off of the big satellite dish by the mansion to test his flying suit. He missed the times when Erik and Raven were still with them, and when Charles could still walk. He knew missions like these would never fully make him feel like he used too, but it was close enough.
He wrapped the specially made jacket with his wings in it that Hank made him closer to his body as the brisk October wind threatened to violate his body heat. His curly red hair blew across his head and obstructed his view of the road. He was in Detroit, Michigan, 1967, scouting out some shady out-of-this-world business.
Reaching the building that was on the slip of paper he was given, he looked around to see is anyone was following him. He began to walk around the corner when he heard mechanic and robotic noises.
"Alien ac-tiv-ity de-tected near-by, could be the Doc-tor!" droned the robot.
Sean poked his head around the corner and saw a bunch of giant salt and pepper looking things with toilet plungers, an eye, and a cattle prod.
All the robots seemed to be shouting one thing now. "Ex-term-inate!"
Sean moved to get a closer look, but stepped on a can instead, making too much noise for that was necessary, and caused the robots to look around and stare at Sean. With one look they yelled exterminate and one of them took off towards Sean.
And with a quick look behind him, he was off running for his life in a city he knew nothing about.
The Doctor's point of view
The Doctor stepped out of the Tardis in a brand new wardrobe: a tweed jacket, red suspenders and bowtie, grey pants, and brown combat boots. He took a deep breath and inhaled the smell of the city.
Looking around, he found a bystander and stopped them. "Excuse me, where am I?"
"What, are you wasted or something?" The woman asked.
"Please, just answer the question..." he replied exhausted.
"You're in Detroit, Michigan, 1967. That answer your question dude?" She walked away in a huff and didn't look back.
"Yeah...thanks..." The doctor took out his sonic screwdriver and pointed it up at the sky and around him. "Hmm...that's odd, it says I'm not the only alien species here..." he clicked a secondary button on the screwdriver and bowed his head in despair. "Oh no...no, no, no, no! What do I do now? How do I defeat the Daleks again...wait a minute, there's something else."
The screwdriver beeped again and pulled up a picture of a boy with red hair and freckles. He looked to be about 18-20 years old, and he was wearing a brown leather jacket and denim pants. "Well hello there, and who might you be?" he asked absentmindedly. He took note of the current position of the boy and raced over there. Hopefully he wasn't going to be too late, if he was being chased by a Dalek, he wouldn't last very long.
Sean/Banshee's point of view
Running for his life, Sean was making an unsuccessful attempt to get back to the plain that brought him here. While he was dodging every single laser the robot was throwing at him, he turned down an alley by mistake. Almost through it, he tripped and tumbled to the ground. His hands flew to his sides and attempted to pull out his wings. He yelled as he went down softening the blow on his legs.
When he got up, he realized he had reached a dead end. A brick wall, probably the side of another building, stood infront of him with an advancing killer robot with a plunger attatched to it. He turned around and got a good look at the robot for the first time. Metal and glass, that's what it was made out of. Maybe, just maybe, he could brake the glass and melt the metal then find his way back to the ship unharmed. But that would require being very lucky, and he didn't think himself lucky.
When the robot was about seven feet away, Sean took a deep breath (even though Charles always told him not too) and let rip what he felt like was the loudest scream he'd ever produced.
Windows shattered, the glass on the robot shattered, and slowly the metal on the robot began to melt. He felt himself getting nauseous, but pressed on. He figured it might be the only way he was going to get out of here alive.
When the robot finally exploded into flame, he stopped screaming and wobbled on his feet. At the entrance of the alley stood a man in a tweed jacket and a red bowtie. The last thing he saw before he passed out was the man running towards him as he fell towards the cold ground.
