New York City, the Big Apple, a center for all sorts of weirdness, including the stuff happening today. On this particular day, a jet flew over the city to a tower with a stylized A near the roof. The less average joe would think the jet was a Lockheed SR-71 Blackbird, decommissioned in 1998. The more detail-oriented would say that it was bigger than a Blackbird, the cockpit had ruby-quartz windows, and had VTOL characteristics. The jet hovered over the tower and slowly descended to a courtyard behind the building, having been given clearance to land. The courtyard opened to reveal an underground hangar. Inside the hangar, a man in a bodysuit modeled after a panther with yellow eyes stood by. The jet switched its engines off once it had fully touched down and a landing ramp extended from the jet. A strange gaggle of people then came out. Leading the group was a woman with African features and naturally white hair and blue eyes. Following behind and pulling a stretcher with a woman on it was a small woman with pink fur and quills wearing a black dress. The woman on the stretcher had African features, but her hair was dark brown and wavy. Following the stretcher was a blue-skinned woman in a purple dress with two head tails. Bringing up the rear was an African-American man in a doctor’s coat. In order, the people that were walking were Ororo Munroe AKA Storm of the X-Men, Amy Rose the Hedgehog from the future planet of Mobius, Lurra Rus the Twi’lek, and Dr. William Davies. “Welcome!” called the man in the panther suit. This was King T’Challa of Wakanda, the Black Panther and Storm’s husband. Storm’s face lit up when she saw him.
“My King!” she said.
“Ah, my lovely Queen!” replied the Black Panther. The two embraced, then the Black Panther dismissed his mask enough to give Storm a proper kiss. “You look radiant today as you always do!” praised Black Panther.
“How fares our home?” asked Storm.
“It’s still a wonderful land!”
“Well, it has a wonderful King!” Storm then sighed. “But it’s not homesickness that brings me here today, my love.”
“I had received your message, Ororo,” said the Black Panther. “Where is this doctor I heard about?”
“Do you mean me or the alien woman on the stretcher?” asked William.
“Dr. William Davies, yes?” asked the Black Panther. “I heard much about you. You saved my aide’s life during that disastrous conference.”
“Just did my job that day, your Majesty,” replied William. “Just like I need to do now. Amy, Lurra, this way, please.” William then led Amy and Lurra Rus out of the hangar.
“…Never a dull moment, hm?” sighed the Black Panther.
“Where’s everyone else?” asked Storm.
“They’re on a mission in space with the Fantastic Four,” replied the Black Panther. “Galactus was getting too close to breaking his promise to leave us alone.”
“Of course,” sighed Storm. “And right when we may need all the Avengers.”
“Why?” asked the Black Panther.
“Veranke’s on her way here,” explained Storm. “There’s a Skrull in the Xavier Institute that has their equivalent of the X Gene. He’s a Skrull version of Colossus.”
“And Veranke’s as anti-mutant as any human,” sighed the Black Panther. He then noticed the blue box being carried out. “Erm, does that belong to the alien doctor you talked about?”
“Her friends call it the TARDIS,” replied Storm. “Apparently it’s her home. William asked for it to be brought to the commons room.”
“Right then,” declared the Black Panther.
In the medical ward, William checked his previous readings on the woman and compared them to the current ones. “…Yep, looks like that energy I first detected,” he said to Amy and Lurra Rus, “was regeneration energy. She must have recently regenerated when we first met.”
“How do we treat her?” asked Lurra Rus.
“She’s gonna be a bit out of sorts,” replied William. “Her mind will be still busy reconstructing itself and restoring memories. When she wakes up, she’ll be looking for the TARDIS key. So we need to keep it out of her reach until the regeneration’s fully taken hold.” William checked the woman’s shoes. “…Nope, not this time.”
“Hey! Look!” called Amy as she pulled a key out of the woman’s coat pocket.
“Perfect! I’ll hold onto it until she’s fully regenerated!” said William as he took the key and put it in his pants pocket.
Lightyears from Earth, but rapidly closing in, a shuttle made its way to our planet. Inside was a green skinned woman with a bumpy chin, black hair, and pointy ears. This was Veranke, Queen of the shape-shifting Skrulls and the empire they commanded. Her aide, a male Skrull, checked the readings. “We’re thirty minutes from Earth, your Majesty.”
“Good. I look forward to tearing the Time Lord apart so they can’t interfere with the mutant’s execution!” cackled Veranke. “We’ll be the rulers of the universe as it is written!”
“As it is written,” replied the aide.
10 minutes later, the woman woke up. She groaned as she rubbed her temples. She then looked up at the ceiling, a vague memory surfacing in her still-scattered brain. “…Right, neither cruel nor cowardly. …Hope and mercy. …The mission? …Oh, yes, my mission! …Then…I’M the Doctor?” The woman sat up and saw a mirror. Her hazel eyes widened. “…Oof, that nose!” she muttered. “Way too small. …Although, the eyebrows…yes, I can communicate on Delphon!” She then looked at her clothes. “…Right, I need new clothes, then some answers.” She then got up and started looking around. “…Oddly familiar,” she muttered. She wandered Avengers’ Tower until she arrived at the commons room. “…VERY familiar,” she muttered. She then saw it. In the center of the room was a blue London 1960’s Police Box. “…Now THAT I know!” she said as she smiled. Yes, she knew it very well! It was a TARDIS in disguise! The Doctor’s TARDIS! HER TARDIS! Now she remembered! “Yes! YES! I am…the DOCTOR!” With that, her memories of her past lives came back! The Doctor…checked over her wardrobe. She was still wearing her previous incarnation’s clothes! “…Key!” she said. “Where’s my-?!”
“Looking for this?” asked a voice. The Doctor turned to see William, Amy, and Lurra Rus standing there. It took her a minute to remember who was who.
“…Dr. Davies!” said the Doctor as she shook William’s hand. “You’ve got an adopted mutant brother! And Amy Rose! You’re still going back to Mobius the long way around! And Lurra Rus! You wanted a new home outside your galaxy and time!”
“She remembers!” cheered Amy.
“Well, come on, you two!” the Doctor said to Amy and Lurra Rus. “William, you want to come again?”
“I don’t think so, Doctor,” replied William. “You’re forgetting who’s coming.”
“Yeah, that Veranke lady!” recalled Amy.
“Oh, yeah,” recalled the Doctor. “The Skrull Queen. Wants to kill Trakis for being a mutant.”
“On top of that, I don’t know your full mental condition,” said William. “So until I do…” he held up the TARDIS key, “this is staying in my pocket.”
“…I see,” mused the Doctor. “…Well, if that’s how it is, that’s how it is. Hug?”
“…Sure, why not?” chuckled William. The two hugged.
“…I missed you, you know?” said the Doctor.
“I missed you too,” replied William. “I gotta show you my girlfriend!”
“Girlfriend?” asked the Doctor.
“Yeah! Her name’s Skarla!” The Doctor’s eyes widened.
“S-Skarla?” she asked. She then stammered.
“What, you going Porky Pig on me? Yeah, Skarla the Super Skrull. Has the powers of the Fantastic Four!”
“Hang on, William,” said Amy, “you’re dating a SKRULL?!”
“She’s from the Skrull Colony here on Earth,” assured William. “She’s all right.”
“You’re sure about this?” asked Lurra Rus.
“Positive,” said William. Just then, a woman walked in. “Ah! There she is!”
“William, you weren’t at your post and-,” replied the woman. She then saw the TARDIS. “…O-Oh, I see you’re entertaining guests.”
“Skarla, it’s all right, the Doctor and her friends aren’t gonna bite,” soothed William. The woman rolled her eyes, then she turned back into her Skrull form.
“You just HAD to blab my origins to a Time Lord!” she hissed. “We’re not exactly friends!”
“That may change,” replied the Doctor. “How do you do? I’m the Doctor.”
“William told me about his travels with you, Doctor,” said Skarla.
“Ah, good! Then perhaps you’d like to step inside?” The Doctor fished out her key! William goggled and patted his pockets, then groaned.
“You sneaky-!” he grumbled.
“Wait a minute, Doctor, you can’t just fly away like that!” yelped Amy.
“Who’s flying?” asked the Doctor. “These clothes don’t fit me and I’m sure the TARDIS redecorated.” She fit the key into the lock and pushed the door open. “…Oh, you HAVE redecorated!” she whispered when she looked inside. “…I really like it!” She looked back outside. “Come on! Come see what the TARDIS looks like now!” She entered the TARDIS.
“…Well, if she’s offering,” sighed Lurra Rus.
“There’s no way it’s dimensionally transcendental as you said, William!” scoffed Skarla.
“Oh no?” asked William. “Come and see.” He pulled Skarla inside.
“Hey, don’t you 21st century Earth guys remember ‘Ladies First’?!” called Amy as she and Lurra Rus entered. Everyone gasped in amazement.