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[amaliak]

Started on Twitter as a thought.
Now not only is there a story, but there's gifs.

UNTITLED (for now)
by fireworkfiasco and amaliak

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[amaliak]

The stranger grinned widely, lips remaining closed as they stretched over his teeth and crinkling his eyes. "Oh you, know, just dashing about here and there," he replied, seemingly nervous energy making him a bit fidgety. His eyes were clear as they met the professor's. "Got a friend who wanted to spend time with her mum for a while, so I had some time to kill."
The stranger seemed to consider his own phrasing. "So to speak."

[amaliak]

Charles' gaze narrowed as the stranger leaned down to meet his eyes with his. The invasion of personal space was new, and his first instinct was to take a step back. Which of course was harder to do in this chair. There was too much confusion in the stranger's mind, things that were illogical and...MUCH.

"Humans are funny little things," the stranger was saying, his seemingly nervous energy suddenly controlled into a steady calm. "Evolution really does take forever and once it finally appears, everything goes immediately to pot." His brows furrowed. "It has gone to pot, hasn't it?"

[amaliak]

Charles considered this answer. He supposed that he should have been surprised, perhaps even a little concerned about this...person in front him to was squinting at the list of initial coordinates produced by the first Cerebro a lifetime ago.

"Is there something I could help you with, Doctor?" he asked, letting an open smile display on his features.

The doctor cocked his head, as if seriously searching for the answer somewhere in his infinite mind. He seemed to arrive at it quickly. "Cuppa tea would be lovely," he said, his voice chipper.

[amaliak]

The Doctor made this grand gesture with his hands, like an explosion, his eyes as wide and a laugh that Charles could only identify as wonder.

"Charles Xavier!" the Doctor exclaimed, pointing directly at him. "But you know," he made a vague gesture around his head. "With hair!"

Charle's raised an eyebrow at this. "I see." Charles wheeled himself back a bit in order to move into the hallway towards the sitting room. "This way, if you like. Though, I'm not sure I want to know what they about me." He paused. "Might want to know why you'd think I wouldn't have hair, though."

[amaliak]

The Doctor shook his head. "Now, now, none of that, please. It's just insulting to both of us, and quite frankly a waste of our time," he laughed like he amused himself with the comment as he sipped his tea. "Ah, that's lovely."

Charles waited patiently for his guest to go on. He could try to get a reading again, but the challenge of the man before him stopped him. The Doctor knew so much more, things that were impossible that he could know about at this point. Yes, a challenge indeed.

"Now, just so we're clear," the Doctor was saying, "I'm a fan. HUGE fan, actually."

Charles' mouth twitched a bit in amusement as he sipped his own tea. "Thank you, I think."

"Clever," the Doctor went on. "Though I could make a comment about the fashion sense of the team. Bright colors and stretchy fabric. Very...20th century."

[amaliak]

Charles wasn't sure how to respond and was beginning to not like the feeling of being on unsteady ground. "I've had a great many things said to me, Doctor," Charles said carefully, doing his best to strategize the best way to deal with this man. Changing tack, he reached out looking for something else now. Not thoughts, but feelings

[amaliak]

"TARDIS?" Charles asked. It looked like a (rather small) police box like the ones that he'd seen all over London and Cambridge.

"Time And Relative Dimesion In Space," the Doctor was saying, the pride in his voice evident as he bounced over the yellow flowers and towards the door labeled 'Pull to Open'. "Fantastic." The Doctor pushed open the door and disappeared inside, letting Charles catch only a glimpse of what was inside.

Was it possible that this madman was telling the truth? Charles' rational mind rebelled against the idea. But the hope...oh the hope within him is what kept him there, waiting

[amaliak]

"The past," he replied immediately, before he could really check himself. Wouldn't do to reveal his hand just yet.

"Right!" the Doctor was saying, pulling at levels and fiddling here and there. "Anywhere nice? Gay twenties maybe? Or do you feel like a Roman holiday?" The Doctor was bubbling with energy, being in his element entirely, laughing at his own cleverness.

"No," Charles answered carefully. "Poland. 1940."

TBC....