The TARDIS spasmed and twirled as it traveled through the time vortex as if we were sliding down a fun slide. Our feet stumbled across the floor, trying to keep our balance while the Doctor's big blue box flew us through time.
"Where are we going?" I shouted over the beeps and groans of the machine.
"The Daleks are back!" he shouted in response. "I can't defeat them alone. I need help."
The tails of his long, brown trench coat flapped behind him as he ran around the control console, pressing a multitude of buttons and hitting a large circular one with a sledge hammer.
Then, the TARDIS jolted one last time before it landed wherever the Doctor was taking me, and we both fell to the floor. I rolled onto my side and stood up slowly.
"I don't think my back is going to ever get used to that," I mumbled.
"Oh stop your complaining," he said. "You're eighteen years old. You can complain when you're nine-hundred-three."
I chuckled. "So are you going to tell me where we are now?"
"Let's find out!"
The Doctor flew past me and ran down the ramp to the door.
"You do know where we are, right?"
He left me answerless as he opened the door.
"Doctor?"
I ran after him and walked through the TARDIS door. What I saw was oddly normal. A large, beautiful mansion stood before us and the cool air brushed against my skin. The green grass we stood in was plush and vibrant and the sky was cloudless.
"This is where you think we're going to find help? Earth?"
"Alex, come on! I know I heard something!" A young girl's voice echoed across the lawn as she neared us.
From the corner of the mansion, two teenagers emerged. The boy was tall and muscular, medium height, and his square jaw made him look older than I assumed he was. His blue eyes lit up against his short blond hair. The girl was a few inches shorter than the boy, but she her confidence made up for the lost inches. She placed her hands on her curvy hips, and the bottoms of her straight hair turned into ribbon like curls which were pulled back in a loose ponytail. I couldn't help but notice her toned arms that made me think that she could take even a college wrestler down in a fight.
"Oh, hi," she said to us. She jogged over and smiled. "Can we help you?"
"Hello, I'm the Doctor and this is my friend, Micaela. Now, would you mind telling us where we are?" asked the Doctor.
The girl laughed. "Can you tell me how you got a police box here? I didn't know those things were even used anymore."
"I'll answer your question if you answer mine."
She smiled. "You're in Westchester, New York on the campus of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. I'm Rebecca."
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Rebecca's POV
X.X.X
I looked over the two people standing before me.
Micaela looked to be in her late teens and she smiled with an excited exuberance mixed with confusion and wonder. She was about five-foot-six and she had sexy curves that would have made Marilyn Monroe jealous. She had shoulder length auburn hair that she parted to the side.
The Doctor was at least six-feet, lanky, and expelled a feeling to me that he knew things no one else could. His light brown hair was spiked forward, little pieces pointing in every direction. His wide, dark brown eyes looked at me in fascination and his smile was wide and vibrant. He was wearing a blue suit and a long, light brown trench coat whose pockets were stuffed with his hands.
"So what is this school for the gifted?" asked the Doctor. "Who's the gifted?"
"It's a school for mutants," I said proudly.
"Excuse me, what?" asked Micaela in an elegant English accent. "Mutants?"
"Ah-ha!" shouted the Doctor, throwing his hands in the air. "Mutants! Brilliant!"
I couldn't help but smile. "Where are you two from?" I asked.
"Out of town," he said cooly.
I nodded and shifted my glance over to Micaela. I saw the confusion across her face.
"Mutants?" she mumbled to herself.
"Yeah, you know...mutants."
"I'm going to go tell the professor someone's here," said Alex. His voice was uneasy.
Before I had a chance to say anything, his back was turned and he was jogging to the door.
I looked back to her and there was no glimmer of recognition. The Doctor, on the other hand, was ecstatic- his smile gleaming with excitement.
"When you say out of town, you don't mean out of state, do you?"
The two looked at each other before the Doctor answered.
"No."
"Well then, I guess we should start from the beginning."
"I'd love to hear it, really, but we've got a…situation and we could really use some help."
"So, I guess that means you want to talk to the Professor?"
"You catch on quickly."
"He's right inside; let's go!"
I jumped up, waited for them to join me and then began to walk across the gravel towards the door.
"You know," said the Doctor, leaning in. "there's a much cooler way of saying let's go."
"Yeah, what's that?"
He leaned in closer. "Allons-y."
I laughed out loud. "Allons-y?"
"It's a very cool word. It's French."
I laughed again. "Oh, well it just got much cooler now that I know it's French.
He raised his eyebrows, and he waited for me to respond.
"I'm still not going to say it."
He threw his hands in the air. "Fine…but it's still cool."