The Doctor and the X-Men

The Doctor Meets the Professor

     "As I said before, I'm Professor Charles Xavier. I'm the headmaster and founder of this school. And you're who again?"

     "Ah well, I'm the Doctor," the Doctor answered cheerfully. A full smiled spread across his face as he talked with Charles Xavier. He had no idea where he was or why these students were so gifted but he liked the idea so far.

     "Doctor who might I ask?" Professor Xavier asked. He intertwined his fingers, resting his elbows on the desk before you and his head on top of his fingers.

     "Funny, I get asked that question a lot," the Doctor sighed as the smile faded for a moment as he talked to himself. Back just as fast as it disappeared, the smile came back. "Anyway, as I was saying as I was commin' in: Just the Doctor." The Doctor was bouncing slightly in his seat as his eyes swept the room, taking in every detail.

     The Professor held his small,  and seemingly knowing, smile as he watched the Doctor bounce excitedly. A small laugh escaped him. "I see. Just the Doctor. Now, might I ask another question: Why did you come here?"

     The Doctor's eyes kept sweeping the room, him doing a turn in his seat to see the back. "Oh ya know, fresh start 'n all. Get to know today's youth. All of that."

     "You're missing someone, Doctor," Xavier said to the Doctor.

     "Oh yeah? And who might that be?"

     "Where is Rose, Doctor?" Professor Xavier asked. This snapped the Doctor's attention immediately.

     "How did you know about Rose?" the Doctor asked gravely. His eyes met the Professor's, the room fading into nonexistence for the time being. All that mattered was how this man knew about Rose. Rose. He hadn't mentioned Rose.

     "I am Charles Xavier, headmaster and fou-"

     The Doctor interrupted, "I heard you the first time. How do y-"

     Xavier held his had up, silencing the Doctor. "Gifted, Doctor. This is a school for young mutants."

     The Doctor was speechless. He finally recognized the name and face. It was Charles Xavier, the telepathic mutant that founded Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters in intentions for a safe haven for the young mutants not accepted in other places. The Professor grinned as he read the thoughts of the Doctor.

     "You're reading them now. My thoughts?" the Doctor mentioned, beginning to pace slowly again. This time, it was a cautious walk, not quite sure if this mutant was dangerous. Consciously, he closed all the doors he could think of. Wouldn't want anyone peeking in closed doors right?"

     "Do not worry, Doctor. I won't read your thoughts any longer. I had to find out who you were."

     "Yes, well," the Doctor mumbled. "Why am I here?"

     "Honestly, I have no idea. Your presence is as much as a surprise to me as it is to you."

     "Have you heard of me then?"

     "I have heard of a Lord that can manipulate time but that is all. How did you get here?"

     "You read my thoughts. You should know," the Doctor retorted. He felt violated, not liking being as vulnerable as he was.

     "Would you like me to read them once more?"

     "The TARDIS. I got here by the TARDIS. It's a time machine, so you lot say it," he answered quickly, not in the mood to be probed. While history of the man was great, history was not what it always seemed.

     "That would explain the reports of a Police Box in the middle of the hall," Xavier chuckled. "Do not worry, Doctor. They are to leave it be. I will make sure no student touches it. Now, may I ask you if you wish to have tea?" Xavier's hand went down to the sides of his chair. Instead of getting up however, the soft sound of a electronic wheelchair purred as he moved from behind his desk to leave with the Doctor. The wheelchair was silver steel, two large Xs inside of each wheel.

     The Doctor's grin returned. "Love to."