Starter for rachelwhomattered
((OOC: @rachelwhomattered))
The Doctor had set the randomizer on his TARDIS and had no idea where he was as he walked out of the TARDIS and took a smell of the air around him. Â âEarth,â he smiled, as he walked out towards the city in front of him. Â He noticed a woman, sitting on a bench and she looked a bit upset.
Thatâs when the Doctor realized his sonic screwdriver had an alarm of some sort going off. Â âSomething is off about this woman,â he stated, but he had never been one to ignore when someone looked sad. Â âIs something wrong?â he asked as he approached the woman sitting there.
Rachel was not a girl who was known for her restraint. Marco had practically written poetry about her lack of it on more than one occasion. So the fact that she was currently restraining herself from morphing into a bald eagle and leaping into the sky after Tobias was, frankly, impressive as all hell. Too bad there was no one around to appreciate it, and she couldnât even brag about it to Cassie later -- not without telling her friend why Tobias had flown-off alone, insisting he needed space. Well, Rachel was giving him space...even though it hurt.
So maybe that was why she reacted the way she did to the voice of a stranger asking her if something was wrong -- or maybe fighting a war against alien mind-controlling slugs had made her paranoid. Or maybe a grown-man walking up to a teenage girl out of nowhere and asking her if she was okay would always have pinged Rachelâs âis this shady?â meter. Regardless, she met the question with a glare and snarled, âNone of your business.â
Then she took in the manâs appearance -- suit, sneakers, bow-tie of all things -- and the lack of mud and brambles on his clothes. This deep into an abandoned parkland, where the only human beings whoâd probably come anywhere near this half-rotten bench in five years had flown there on their own wings, he stood out like a sore thumb. So did Rachel, of course, in her spandex morphing suit and bare feet -- but she knew how she had gotten to this inexplicable location. What was his excuse?
âWho are you?â she demanded, her hackles starting to raise -- metaphorically, anyway. She wasnât about to morph to bear or wolf and risk giving away the secret of the Animorphs just because of some creep with suspiciously clean shoes!















