Right place, wrong time

The blackness was beginning to thin, a greyer tinge coming to my eyes, as my body slowly began to regain consciousness. The feeling in my body was very strange and something I had never felt before. I wanted to move, but my body wasn't responding to the commands my brain was sending. It felt like there was a huge weight sitting on my chest, almost like a large anvil had been placed onto my torso and it was embedding me into the sofa.

As my consciousness returned, I began to feel a strength like no other course through my veins. I saw in my vision, a light, which I instinctively went towards. I knew I was alive, this couldn't be death, so I kept going and that's when I head a voice talking to me. I recognised that it was my mum's voice and I used that as an anchor to the real world. I found myself opening my eyes and blinking in the bright light of our living room.

"Clark, he's waking up!" Mum called.

Dad came into the room at top speed. (Well, actually top speed would not have been possible really, without causing a lot of damage. Being Superman, meant that top speed was faster than any other thing on the planet, even the best military jet wouldn't be able to catch him.)

"Jason, how are you feeling?" he asked, the concern very evident in his voice.

It took a moment for me to answer, as I was still coming out of my deep sleep. I tried to sit up on the sofa, but my head was too dizzy, so I slid back down into a horizontal position.

"I feel so strange," I replied.

"Don't try to sit up," Dad said. "I don't know the extent of the changes on your body. This is new for me."

Being half human and half Kryptonian, meant that Dad wasn't fully aware of how my body was going to react with the presence of our powers. He had said that he didn't fully explore his own abilities until he was my age, but he had had his since he was a baby, when he crash landed on Earth. He thought it would be about now that my powers would develop, but he was far from certain.

"I want to get up though, I feel so strong and much better than I have ever before," I tried again to move.

"Honey, you need to spread and take it easy," Mum said, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Your body has just gone through a lot of changes and we don't know the extent on your body and how long it will be until you are at full health."

"There is one thing we could try," Dad getting up and walking over to the window. He pulled the curtains open fully, allowing the sunlight to stream in and hit the sofa. It was like my body was covered in solar panels. I instantly felt s surge of energy fully my body and I felt better straight away.

Within a minute or two, I felt totally healthy and pulled myself up and sat properly on the sofa. Dad came to sit down beside me and Mum slid off the arm of the sofa onto one of the cushions. They both put their arms around me and we had a family hug.

"My son the superhero," Mum said, a hint of glee in her voice, though it was clear deep down she didn't really want me going out and doing what Dad does. No mother wants her son to be in a dangerous situation. "I'll never tire of saying that."

"Well now we will have to get you trained up," Dad said. "I have never really been prepared for this. I have my own mini me, though we'll have to get you your own suit instead of you wearing mine."

As we sat there, sharing the moment, it was suddenly broken by the sound of a loud wheezing that was coming out of thin air. A breeze began to blow through the house, the curtains blowing from side to side and a few loose papers sat on a table blowing off and around the room. A light appeared in mid-air, in the centre of the room, flashing on and off in time to the wheezing sound. The breeze intensified slightly, as the air ripples around us. The faint outline of a large shape began to appear under the light. It kept getting clearer each time it faded in and out, again in time with the light. It finally came to a stop with one final flash and a clanging sound.

Dad jumped up and stood in front of Mum and I, spreading his arms over us in a protective stance. Nothing seemed to be going on. The thing that had appeared was a large wooden box, painted blue and it was staring down at us. I read what was above the door. The sign said 'Police Public Call Box'. What was a Police Public Call Box doing in our living room?

The door suddenly opened inwards and revealed the figure of a man in a long brown coat and he had his back towards us. He was talking to someone else inside the box, unaware of us standing there.

"You're going to love this place. Three thousand years ago from your time, there was a large monastery built on this site. The only problem was, the monks weren't exactly human. They came from the planet Quinteros, in the Originian cluster. An interesting bunch, humanoid in appearance and completely peaceful. They were exiled from their home by an evil overlord called..." The stranger's voice cut off as he turned around and came face to dace with Dad.

"What were they called Doctor? a female voice said from inside.

"Um, Martha. I think I might have got the date wrong," the man called Doctor said.

"Why do you think that?" the woman called Martha asked as she came up behind the Doctor. "Oh," she said when she caught sight of Dad standing there, with Mum and I looking perplexed behind him.

It took Dad a moment to find his voice and challenge the two of them. The one called Doctor had a strange aura about him, as though he could command a whole civilisation.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" Dad finally asked.

A moments pause.

"Yes, sorry. I'm the Doctor and this is Martha Jones. About your living room. I was aiming for a little further in the past, but didn't quite make it."

"We're not going to hurt you. We come in peace!" Martha spoke as though she was speaking ?English to someone who wasn't fluent.

The Doctor turned around and gave her a questioning look, to which she shrugged her shoulders and nodded back towards my Dad.

"Yes, as Martha said, we come in peace. We are but humble time travellers, who have simply landed in the right place, at the wrong time."

Dad's arms relaxed slightly and his stance became less defensive, but he was still on alert for anything off.

"I am really sorry, I don't know why my TARDIS brought us here, I think she is feeling a bit tired."

"How can a ship feel tired?" I asked.

"Because it's alive. The TARDIS is living machinery, grown from an egg over 500 years, to become the ship you see now."

"Why does it look like that," I dug further.

"Is this 20 questions. The TARDIS looks like it does, because it is designed to, in the first nanosecond of materialising, analyse its surrounding and calculate the best disguise that would suit its location and then it becomes a Police Public Call Box. Its Chameleon Circuit broke and I haven't had the heart to fix it."

A loud beeping noise interrupted the conversation. The Doctor looked around, a puzzled look on his face, trying to work out where the noise was coming from. Then, he suddenly realised it was coming from his coat pocket. He began to scrabble around in his pockets and pulled out a thin cylindrical object, that had a flashing blue light at the end. The Doctor pushed up on the side of the device and turned it horizontally, staring at the centre.

"Oh! That's not good. That's not good at all," he said in shock.

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