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This is a shift day [see above]. There will be another upload this afternoon: Steps 16-36, Time Is On Your Side, chapter 2.

"You'll Find Wonder"
The Doctor (11th) & Quinn
Doctor Who/Glee crossover
(previous DW/G crossovers: "Oh Doctor, Doctor" & "A Gap in Memory")

Timeframe: Doctor Who between s5/s6 - Glee at the ending of 'On My Way'

1. The Wellesley Express to Nowhere

She couldn't have known what was about to happen to her. She was rushing on her way to Rachel and Finn's wedding, having to answer her continuous texts begging to know when she'd be there. Rolling down that road, there were already too many things happening, so the last thing she needed was one more.

It happened in a flash, really just... A flash.

That flash carried a man, who just appeared - really, there was no better word for it, appeared, in the passenger seat at her side. She wouldn't even get to process this apparition before the next thing happened. The man snapped to, looking at her. "Oh that is not... Hold on!" He'd looked... past her, must have seen something, then she'd dropped her phone when he'd hooked his arm with hers and pressed at something around his other wrist.

For a moment it felt like her heart had stopped, like she had ceased to exist. The light of the late afternoon sun was replaced with darkness of night and a breeze that came with it as she crashed to the ground, tumbling with this man that had... appeared, yes, definitely appeared. As soon as she had knowledge of this, realized it, she scrambled back on her hands, never letting him leave her sight.

"What... What just happened?" She finally got a good look at him, at least as much as the light of night allowed her. He was tall, dark hair, kind of stocky... The way he was dressed, he could have been an action hero. He got up, dusting himself off.

"Well I've had cleaner landings," he chuckled at her. "Messed up coordinates, was off by a decade and a mile."

"What are you..." she blinked, confused at his complete lack of sense. If that wasn't bad enough, she was now getting a look at her surroundings, and she panted with panic as she confirmed she was nowhere near Lima... They didn't have forests like this. "Where am I, how..."

"Sorry, wish I could help, but I need to get going. Listen, though... Good luck, and if I can give you one piece of advice, don't tell anyone where - or when - you're from and you'll do fine," he told her before starting to move off. She hurried to her feet, needing to follow him.

"No, wait, you can't just leave me here like this, I... I don't even know where I am..."

"Least of your worries," he cocked his head, never missing a beat.

"How did I get here, we were somewhere else a minute ago, and it was daytime."

"I did you a favor," he scoffed. "It was an accident, but trust me, you should be thanking me," he turned to point a finger at her, which slowed him down enough for her to catch up with him and come to stand in his way.

"You call that a favor, it's kidnapping!"

"Alright, I'm going to just... Here we go," he took her by the arms and moved her aside to keep going. "There's a good girl, and it's not kidnapping, I'm not keeping you, am I? Run along, please," he waved her off, turning and striding off. That wasn't going to make her stop. That was going to make her go faster.

"You think you're so clever, swooping in, taking me who knows where like it's no big deal, and what's that thing on your arm?" she reached for it just as he stepped back, but then he was covering it with his other hand and... another flash. He was gone, and she was alone to swallow what she had just witnessed.

This couldn't be real. Things like this weren't real, only... Nothing had made sense for a good ten minutes now. Men appearing and disappearing, being in one place one second and another the next... and some of the things he was saying...

She was on her own, lost... but not without her wits. She wasn't going to fix a thing by just standing there, waiting for the disappearing man to come back and rescue her. No, she had to go and see for herself and then maybe she would find her way back home.

She started walking... There was no point in trying to ascertain the "right direction," with everything around her looking the same. So she just picked one way. She went the way her friendly disappearing kidnapper had been going before she had interrupted him. She walked for maybe fifteen minutes finding nothing but trees, trees, and more... a blue box?

She stopped, frowning... The phrase "one of these things is not like the others" did come to mind. In the middle of this forest, it was sticking out like a sore thumb, and well... She started walking toward it, cautious, looking around... She saw no one, but then it was dark, so they could be hiding in ample shadows.

What was it about that box that drew her so? Sure, it said police on it, and in her situation it couldn't be a bad idea to get help, but if she was honest, that had nothing to do with it, and much more with the oddity of its presence. In a day - or night - of impossible things becoming possible, the thing that stood out just made a different kind of sense.

"Hello?" she tempted, taking a quick look about as she made her call... Nothing. She took a few more steps. "Is... Anyone there?" she tried again, still walking. There were doors, on the blue box... Suppose she could get them open, she could at least hide there until it was day out again, or...

The doors opened, and she came to a stop as she watched a man walk out of the box, shut the doors again, and then turn... When he saw her, standing there, he froze too.

"Hello..." he broke silence, and there was a hint of curiosity in his voice, though he didn't move - neither did she.

"Hi," she answered. He stood up straighter.

"American?" he asked, curious all over again.

"Yes," she confirmed, then to him, "British?"

"Not quite," he tilted his head, then started approaching, finally, not too quick. "What's your name?" he asked. She didn't back away. She thought she would, but she didn't feel threatened.

"Quinn... Quinn Fabray," she volunteered. Now he stood before her, and he looked upon her.

"I'm the Doctor. Now how did a girl like you end up in a time like this?"

TO BE CONTINUED (SUNDAY)