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The sun was high and shining happily in the sky. People were wandering around, talking, eating…doing the things that average humans usually did. But of course, the things French humans did were somewhat different from in other countries. Then again, it was probably like that everywhere. The skies were blue and there were only a few clouds in the air. If anybody had been paying attention, which they unfortunately hadn’t been, they would have seen that one minute, the space in front of an alleyway was empty, but the next minute a girl stood there, with a rather pained expression on her face. However, that was one that didn’t last very long as she looked around. It was replaced by a bright smile and the blonde stepped forward, the smile not leaving her features even when some teenager pushed past her and swore blindly at her in French. Of course, because of her family, Caitlyn Maloney knew French, but she simply smiled serenely at the boy and watched him as he left. As soon as he did, the blonde glanced down at her outfit and her brow furrowed. What year was it? This could have been considered rather strange at this time. She spotted a newspaper nearby and she grabbed it, straightening it out so she could read the date. July 1st, 1998, it read. Caitlyn tossed the newspaper back to where it had been and shrugged. There wasn’t much she could do about her clothes, anyway. Looking left and right, debating on where to go, Caitlyn decided she’d just let her feet decide where she was going, and so that’s how a blonde girl wearing clothes that weren’t exactly ‘normal’ was seen wandering down the streets of France. She wasn’t sure where in France she was but that didn’t matter.
Looking for adventure was not an easy task, especially when you know a relative or someone very close to you is nearing their death, and that was not something Caitlyn wanted to think about. So, with a shuddery breath, she continued on her way, pushing the thoughts rather firmly from her mind. People seemed to stare at her as she walked along, although she wasn’t sure if it was just her imagining things. The 13 year old adjusted her backpack on her back and her eyes scanned around for any sign of something or someone interesting. However, they didn’t see a single interesting thing, which seemed rather depressing. Frowning lightly, Caitlyn walked more briskly, in the hopes of finding adventure elsewhere. For a while, Caitlyn found nothing, and she was beginning to give up hope. Frowning a little at the heat, she took off her jacket and tied it around her waist, as most teenagers did when they were hot. She’d totally forgotten about the fact that she looked different from everyone else, and some people didn’t take too well to that, and it was because she had forgotten that the scene that played out next surprised her. For the first couple minutes it did, at least. Someone came up behind her and shoved her hard in the back, causing her to topple forwards. ”Oops, sorry, it was an accident.” the boy behind her said, in French of course. Frowning slightly, Caitlyn went to get up but a girl tripped her up, causing her to fall again. While the others laughed, Caitlyn managed to get herself up and she glared at the kids in front of her. "What’s your problem?” the French words and accent came to her easily, and they seemed to surprise the kids somewhat, but they weren’t done yet.
”You don’t belong here. You’re merely a tourist. It’s obvious you’re not French.” the girl said, although Caitlyn was sure the girl couldn’t be sure of the latter. ”And those clothes!” the girl added. ”I’ve never seen anyone wear anything of the sort.” she was smirking right now, and Caitlyn felt fury bubbling away inside her. Even though she knew what happened when she got angry, she couldn’t help herself. The teenagers’ voices around her blurred out and it felt like all Caitlyn could hear was her heart beating and her head drumming. A low growl escaped her throat as the insults zoned in. The other kids laughed and mimicked her, but they had no idea how angry she was. They had the nerve to insult her because it was fun and because they didn’t like what she was wearing, and the fact that they figured she wasn’t French? Sure, she wasn’t, but what did it matter? Their laughter, along with their insults, made their way to Caitlyn’s ears until, after what seemed like years, she snapped. Letting out something that sounded like a battle cry, she lunged.
The boy she was going for had no time to react as she tackled him to the ground, her hands curled into tight fists that she swung hard around his face. After a few blows, he seemed to realize what was happening and he pushed her off. Her fists clenched even more as the others lunged for her, and something (she didn’t bother to see what it was) came flying from the left and smacked into them, knocking the majority of them backwards. Glancing over, it dawned on Caitlyn that she’d just used her telekinesis. She turned and broke into a run, knowing that there was more of them and that they could easily beat her up…well, if she wasn’t angry. She skidded around a corner and gasped, leaning back against a wall and running a hand through her hair. Her heart was thumping fiercely against her chest. She was usually against violence…but when she was angry, that always changed. Caitlyn wondered why nobody around had bothered stopping her, or them. Perhaps they were used to it, or maybe they hadn’t had time, or thought it was a game?
Well, whatever it was, Caitlyn knew it was best to stay low, at least for now.
Rebel had really just been walking through the streets, bored out of his mind and a bit tired. The French coast was one that so many people frequented and spent time relaxing and living like they had no care in the world. He on the other hand, walked down the road in jeans, a black t-shirt, his favorite red leather jacket and a look of annoyance on his face. His Tardis was basically a war machine, a Time/space vessel used to transport troops to the front lines…..and yet for some reason it had dropped him off in France in 1998 instead of France in 1795 where he was supposed to meet Louis and Juliet since they had survived the war and the chaos after. What was it playing at? Was there something here that was important? His brown eyes moved throughout the crowds, looking for anything that even seemed out of the ordinary maybe some Alien tech had shown up? Not exactly his expertise but he had delt with it here and there in his travels….yeah, he didn’t think Julius Caesar still liked him after THAT whole debacle.
ANYWAYS, Rebel looked from one face to another, still not seeing any kind of issue. People seemed to mill about, speaking about this and that. Hair color, the date they had the night before, the holiday they were having and where they were going for lunch. Everyone even looked normal for the time period. Just the average day in the French….wait hold on. Rebels eyes focused on a girl smiling and walking around with a lettermen’s jacket wrapped around her waist. The look of her clothes, though fashion didn’t exactly change much since the 90s to the early years of the 2000s…she deffinatly looked out of place. Maybe it a was a coincidence. Maybe she was a tourist from the states or some backwards town? People seemed to notice here and there but they all seemed to shrug it off. Well, that was until the gang of teenagers decided to be little Apes and push her around.
It was an outmatch fight and that was something that Rebel didn’t like at all. He had seen to many of these, to many people die in situations that were never they’re fault and even though this was not war and the girl was not some person caught between to fury filled armies, she was still a victim of circumstance and he wasn’t going to have it.
“HEY! What the hell do you think-“ WHAM!! The sound of hit stopped him short before he could even finish the sentence. He hadn’t even moved before the invisible force hit the kids hard and the girl took off. What the hell had he just seen? Had she just….had those kids…..? Rebel’s eyes frantically looked at the humans around the scene and saw that they all seemed to be to worried about the kids then the girl who ran off. So naturally he did the only thing that seemed right, go after the girl. He took off in a full sprint, looking in cracks and ally’s trying to see where the young lady seemed to have disappeared to. He still couldn’t figure out what exactly she had done in that moment, but it was very clear to him now that SHE was why his Tardis had decided to stop in the most average part of the earth’s history.
Was she human? Had that been some kind of defense mechanism? He couldn’t tell by that simple moment, even while running it over and over in his mind while he kept moving. It wasn’t until his eyes rested on her leaning against a wall in a dark ally that he seemed to register something about her.
“Hey kid, your not from around here are you?” The words weren’t French but pure English, something known throughout the universe as ‘Basic’. Whoever this kid was, she would be able to understand him no matter what. And he defiantly wanted SOME KIND of even footing here.
Caitlyn had, of course, noticed the man who had gone to stick up for her, but she didn’t have time to thank him for trying, since as soon as her telekinesis worked it’s magic, she had to run, and she had. Thinking back while in the alley, she wondered if people were coming after her, perhaps to accuse her of witchcraft or even just to arrest her. Whatever. Her breathing was shallow and her ponytail bounced around as she looked left and right. She thought she was safe, until she heard a voice that made her jump about a mile. Her head snapped towards the speaker, her eyes wide in shock. But the question he asked made her eyes narrow slightly instead of widen. He was speaking English, and if he was from here, how would he know to speak to her in that basic language? The accent wasn’t French either. But the question got her. ‘Not from around here’? That could mean anything to a traveler like her, and she wasn’t sure exactly how to take it. This guy could be a traveler, but then again he could also be a secret police officer who was ready to arrest her for what she did back there. Caitlyn knew she had to be very careful since there wasn’t anybody to bail her out if she got caught. Except her Vortex Manipulator, of course, but then she’d be remembered in places if she ever went back. Being chased by a mob of angry people wasn’t fun anyway, let alone in another country and possibly another time. Caitlyn would rather have kept her criminal record clean…for now, at least.
After analyzing him for a few moments, Caitlyn decided that perhaps he wasn’t a threat. So she answered, and her tone was totally calm despite the situation that had just unfolded. ”Nope.” she said simply. She paused for a few moments, then she decided to add a few things. ”And neither are you, judging by the signs that are pointing to that. You’re speaking to me in English, and there’s not really any possible way you could have known I was originally English…at least, not if you were French. Your accent isn’t French, either, so that rules that out.”
She thought some more, still carefully examining him to see if there was anything else she could deduce about him. After all, she was rather smart, and she wanted to make sure that was clear. Besides, she wouldn’t be afraid to do anything if this guy tried to arrest her or hurt her. ”You tried to defend me back there, whereas everyone else either watched or just completely ignored the whole situation. Very French, methinks. Unless, of course, bullying is a natural occurrence around here. I wouldn’t know.” she waved a dismissive hand, surprised at how adult she seemed to sound. That definitely wasn’t normal. Should she introduce herself? She still wasn’t sure if this guy was ready to arrest her, or merely just someone trying to help. But either way, she had to make a decision. Then she had an idea, although technically it was her sassy side that pushed it into her mind.
Caitlyn’s hands found their way to her hips, and her eyes narrowed. Her lips were pressed in a determined line for a few seconds. Then, when she spoke, her tone was rather feisty as well as calm. She couldn’t help that, though. ”Listen, mister, I wouldn’t usually be telling people this but I feel like you need to understand; if you think being an undercover police dude and trying to arrest me is going to work, I’m afraid it’s not. See I don’t want a criminal record, and I’m pretty sure what happened back there wasn’t even my fault. So you can’t arrest me on false charges, and if you try, I’ll escape, don’t you worry about that.” she smiled sweetly and continued smoothly. ”Do people even have cells in this decade? I suppose I’ll have to research about that. Anyway, point is, you’re not going to catch me, although if it’s going to turn into a chase, please do say so because I don’t like bad surprises at all. And I mean at all.”
Her arms folded and her face was determined. She was fast…enough. She’d teleport out if she had to, which was a shame, since she was hoping she’d be able to explore, but nonetheless, it was important to her that her criminal record stayed clean, or at least sort of clean, because she didn’t like the idea of people chasing her and she certainly didn’t like the idea of ending up as one of the universe’s most wanted. Caitlyn wasn’t sure if that was possible but hell, the concept was scary, and she hated to think about the consequences.
Rebel listened calmly to the girl who seemed to be having issues what to make of him. At first she thought he was fallowing her, which he kind of was. Then she was trying to be all Sherlock Holmes with him. It was kind of cute to be honest. Some kind of little thirteen year old kid trying to figure out who, or what, or even where he was from…yeah pretty cute. What got him though was when she tried to call him a cop, that he couldn’t hold still about. Instead he burst out laughing, doubling over dramatically, maybe a little much so, and shook a little before righting himself and whipping away fake tears.
“Me? A Cop? Yeah because that makes PERFECT sense.” Rebel shook his head and walked deeper into the alley before leaning against the wall with one shoulder and crossing his arms. Whoever this girl was she seemed to think she had to be strong, tough and even defiant, he liked that. People these days THOUGHT that there was no way that they needed defiance unless it was against parents or some nonsense. No, defiance should be an everyday emotion, an everyday thought and idea, not something you just did when you felt good about it. So in that aspect he respected her, but for the most part she seemed to amusing and to adorable at the moment that the smile across his face seemed to switch between apologetic and hilarity.
“Okay, look, before you make yourself look worse I’ll try to explain. The little magic show you pulled out there was great I swear. Yet by the way you’re talking and the confused expression you showed when you asked if prisons had cells in this time? I mean really?” He looked her over before pushing from the wall and walking closer. Hopefully she didn’t find him threatening and wouldn’t freak out about him getting closer and take off because as he worked her over he noticed what was around her wrist and allowed the smile to get larger.
“Also, the whole jumping through time with your little Vortex Manipulator, that has to be a BIT uncomfortable on reentry right?” He smiled and waited, wanting to see how she reacted.
When the guy in front of her started laughing, Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh herself. Laughter had been, and always would be, contagious for her. Keeping her face calm, she watched him as he wiped away fake tears. She fought the temptation to burst into giggles herself, but her mouth may have twitched once or twice…maybe. But one could never tell with the calm expression her features were quickly replaced with. She still watched him calmly, blinking a little bit as he began to talk. Any other girl would have flustered and mumbled and been annoyed at being wrong, but frankly Caitlyn wasn’t bothered at all. Everyone was wrong sometimes, why did that matter exactly? Sometimes she didn’t understand the logic a lot of girls her age had.
She noticed the expression on this man’s face right now kept switching between apologetic and hilarity, which was rather amusing for her too, but (true to the training Caitlyn was always teaching herself) her features didn’t show this. As he spoke, she folded her arms and listened, her expression giving away the fact that she couldn’t care less how wrong she’d been. Okay, so he wasn’t a cop. But he could still turn her in, and Caitlyn knew she had a knife in her backpack if she needed it, and she had her fists and her feet. She didn’t need anyone or anything to help her most of the time. Most of the time, although Caitlyn always acted like she didn’t need anybody at all, ever. Never ever ever would she admit that she was lying when she said that. “Okay okay, so I was a little off. But you could still be trying to turn me in.” she said, giving him a suspicious look. “How am I supposed to know if I can trust you?”
When he started walking closer, Caitlyn wasn’t sure how exactly to react. He seemed nice enough, but if there was anything Caitlyn had learned, is that you should never let your guard down. So she remained still and perfectly calm, but she wasn’t exactly relaxed, although this didn’t really show. If he tried nabbing her to take to the police she’d fight back, just anyone try to stop her. “You said magic show. I’m not magic.” she said, raising an eyebrow. “Sorry to down on your dreams, dude, but this isn’t Harry friggin Potter.” she wasn’t being rude, at all, she was just merely pointing out that they hadn’t just stepped out of Hogwarts. She made a mental note to read those books again later, since they were her favorites.
Her eyes widened and grew even more suspicious as he mentioned her V.M. “Little bit dodgy, yeah.” she said casually, although she was still giving him the ‘eye’ of suspiciousness. “But I’m used to it by now.”
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“I never said you could trust me. I just wanted to know if you are okay and maybe help you out of a potentially sticky situation.” He let her mess with him about saying something about magic and even thought it was adorable that she thought he was anything but he what he actually was. What made him smile however was when she tried to act tough about her dodgy Vortex Manipulator. She seemed shocked and then reserved like she didn’t know what to do with the idea that this strange man knew what was on her wrist, and what was worse was he seemed to be saying it wasn’t that good of a thing.
“See, I like my TARDIS. Its nicer and calmer and I actually have a really cool swimming pool and other stuff inside.“ He waved his hand behind him like it was no big deal but kept his eyes on hers, would she take the bait? He would love it if she would, would thoroughly enjoy it if she decided to try to figure out what this weird man was talking about. Of course he didn’t mean it in any weird way, but this girl was probably going to end up in some deep weeds if he didn’t get her out of the area now, and how did you get a teenage girl who time traveled out of a bad situation? You went after her interests.
Caitlyn arched an eyebrow, and (even though she wasn't about to let it show on her face) she was rather amused at the way this guy was playing his cards. When he spoke to her about getting her out of a 'potentially' sticky situation, she grinned slightly, and it was a very cheeky one at that. "Sticky situations are my specialty. I've gotten into them many a time before, and I've gotten out of them alive each time...sure, mostly with quite a few scratches, but all the same." what with Caitlyn's thirst for adventure, it would be impossible for her to never have been in a sticky situation...okay those two words were starting to get really old in Caitlyn's mind, so she dismissed them and kept her focus on this guy, curious and yet still slightly suspicious. He could be dangerous, she reminded herself. Don't trust too easily, that was what she'd taught herself. Her eyebrows shot up at what he said next, and her suspiciousness subsided for a minute.
TARDIS. She'd heard that term many a time in her family. Her eyes were still slightly wide, but less than they had been a few seconds after he'd spoken. Her suspicious mind was back and still gnawing away at her thoughts, but it was less than before too. Then she decided to surprise this guy. So she spoke casually and leaned against the wall next to her. "Yeah, most TARDISes have pools. And a library or two as well. That's a common thing, I think." she was saying it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and although she wore a mask of neutral expression wise, inside she was in stitches of laughter. Still, she wouldn't let that show unless the man in front of her showed his surprise...that was, if he got surprised.
Rebel tilted his head when she started to speak about the TARDIS like she knew all about them. Maybe she did, it wouldn’t be the first time he met up with a time lord or someone who had been around him. Hell how many times had he heard of this mysterious Doctor who seemed to drift around all over time and help people on the planet. For all he knew this girl was either a companion of his or maybe someone from the future.
“Hm, okay so you know some things about TARDIS’….but the real question to you, the telekinetic girl who knows things about time travel, is this. Do you want to get out of dodge or get stuck here where people might find out about your little secret?” Rebel yawned for a moment and watched the girl as she seemed to keep the cool look on her face. She wanted him to think she was more then she appeared, she wanted him to respect her. Well he kind of did….however her reactions to his questions were causing her to show her age, no matter what power she had, and that was why he was still cautious himself. He wanted to help her get out but for some reason he had a nagging feeling she was about to plummet him down a road he wasn’t ready for.
Caitlyn smiled, trying so hard not to make it look too smug, when he tilted his head. Perhaps he was surprised, perhaps he was impressed, Caitlyn didn't know. But what she did know (or, at least, she was pretty sure of) was the fact that he hadn't expected her to know about TARDISes...well, it had seemed like he hadn't anyway. It was hard to tell, quite honestly. She smiled again, this time sweetly, and listened to him as he spoke, raising an eyebrow as she did so. She still hadn't completely let her guard down, and he'd have to go to long lengths if he expected her to trust him, but he did have a very good point. She bit her lip thoughtfully.
"The first option, getting out of here, does sound best. But how do I know you aren't just some creep ready to take advantage of me? You could be absolutely anyone, and besides it's not like it's difficult for me to get out of here, since I have this." she gestured to her Vortex Manipulator, crossing her arms afterwards. Her face was very serious. After all, she knew she had a point in the things she said. He could just be a creepy dude ready to take advantage of her, although she was pretty sure he would have tried something by now if that was the case. Besides, if he tried anything, she had a backup plan ready. There were a couple of bins and pieces of wood behind her, and she could just lob something at him and run like crazy. She was being calm for now, but that plan was clear in her mind, and she was so ready to just jump into action if the situation called for those...rather extreme measures.
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