The sounds of an old engine rumbled throughout the mansion; its sound was a scrapping sound, like it was barely making it. A blue, old police box started fading into existence in the West Wing of the school. The bright blue box was the source of the engine sound, as well as the dim, flashing light -but that's not of concern much-. Out steps a young, appearing cheerful chap. He gave a quick look around before closing the door of the blue Police Box. His hair was spikey and his trench coat flowed from behind him as he slipped his hands into his pockets and walked down the hall, the way at random.
The place was chosen at random, and he was curious to of where he was. The halls seemed to be deserted, yet the place was close to spotless so it was obviously lived in. Who would live in this place all to themselves was beyond him, however. A set of steps led down the another hall, and he trotted down them. He looked left then right, taking yet another passage at random. This hall was lined by doors, the windows fogged so it was impossible to see inside them.
The sound of a bell rang throughout the mansion, catching the man at surprise. From the doors that lined the hall came pouring out children. Most of them were shorter than he, his hear above them and he looked at them with curiosity as the surprise of the bell faded off of him. To them, he seemed nothing out of the ordinary.
He saw a group of older children. One had teal hair, another black, another bright red, so on and so forth. He walked up to them, interrupting their conversation (which was oddly in American English he might add). The teal haired girl gave him a look of which one expects on a typical teenager interrupted by none other than an adult.
"Can we help you?" she asks rudely, a look of boredom on her face. The red haired girl and black haired boy look up at him with curiosity reflecting in their eyes rather than rudeness.
"Leia," the red girl said as she kept her eyes on the man, "don't be so rude." The girl called Leia give
"You're a new teacher here, right?" the black haired boy asked. The teenager was about the man's height so the man looked eye to eye with him.
"Ah.. Yes. Yes I am," the man answered in a British accent. He really wasn't but he thought a little white lie couldn't hurt. "And uh, might I ask, is this institute?"
The teal haired girl, Leia, scoffed as she rolled her eyes, "Some teacher." With this, she stalked off, leaving the boy and girl.
The red haired girl rolled her eyes in response to the rudeness of the other. "Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, a boarding home." He didn't say how gifted. "C'mon, we'll lead ya to The Professor." Her and the boy started walking off. After a moment's delay, the man followed after, moving quickly to keep up and not get swallowed by the crowd of kids. "I'm Scar by the way, and this is Drake."
"Nice to meet ya, Scarlet and Drake. I'm the Doctor," The Doctor responded. They turned a corner, the hall considerably emptier.
"Doctor who?" Drake asked, giving the Doctor a curious look. They reached the end of the hall. A grand, wooden door stood in their way, its handles labeled with a lone X each, both also engraved with elegant designs reflecting the rest of the building. Drake knocked, answered with an immediate and muffled 'Come in'.
"Just the Doctor," the Brit answered as he walked in like he belonged there.
Behind a desk sat a man; a bald, older man. "Hello, Doctor. I'm Professor Charles Xavier," he said to the Doctor, a slight British tang himself reflected in his voice. Years in America had obviously wearied it down a bit. He turned to the two teenagers, a small smile playing on his face, "Go on to lunch, Drake and Scarlet."
The two gave a hesitant look to each other before nodding to the Professor. They started to leave, Professor Xavier calling after them: "And tell Leia to stop being so rude to our guests." The doors shut behind them and the Professor motioned for the Doctor to take a seat.
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The Doctor and the X-Men
FanfictionAfter somehow getting sent to the time of the X-Men, the Doctor meets Professor Charles Xavier, headmaster and founder of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. In the time of the X-Men though, trouble's a brewin' with the MRD on the rise. With the...