3rd Person's POV
"And there's still no word from inside Downing Street, though we are getting even more new arrivals. That's group Captain Tennant James of the RAF, though why he's been summoned we've no idea. And that's Ewan McAllister, Deputy Secretary for the Scottish Parliament. And this is most unusual. I'm told that is Sylvia Dillane, Chairman of the North Sea Boating Club. Quite what connects these people, we have no idea..." Andrew Marr, spoke to a camera, as a larger than life the average person stopped out of a car.
In the entrance hall however, the three Slitheen were back inside their body suits. "Group Captain. Delighted you could make it. We're meeting upstairs." One of the body suits farted, "That's the spirit. Off you go. Good to see you. Come on through." Margaret smirked. "Ah, Sergeant. Now that the Doctor's been neutralised, the upper levels are out of bounds to everyone." Asquith said to a Sargent that was in the room, clueless and bewildered by the heavy stream of people entering number 10.
"Then who are they?" He questioned, hesitant. "Need to know, Sergeant. Need to know. I want you to liaise with Communications. The acting Prime Minister will be making a public address. He will speak to the nations of the world." Asquith walked off, leaving the poor Sargent by himself.
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In the cloak room, a woman, went into blue lit toilets, the sound of the body suits unzipping themselves. Manager retrieved a coat hanger from a rack. "There you are. If you'd just like to go through and get changed." She ushered. She took a skin suit from an emerging Slitheen, who used to be Group Captain James. "Now, if you'd like to head down to the end of the corridor, it's first on the left." She pointed down a hallway.
"Thank you." The Slitheen thanked and thumped down the hallway.
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At Mickey's flat, Jackie had arrived, scared and terrified. The Slitheen that tried to attack Jackie at her flat, had scared the living daylights at her.
"Got anything stronger?" Jackie groaned, not wanting tea or something not strong. "No chance. I've seen you when you've had a few. This ain't time for a conga." Mickey denied. "We've got to tell someone." Jackie pleaded. "Who do we trust? For all we know, they've all got big bog monsters inside of them. I mean, this is what they do, Jacks, that Doctor bloke, and his friend. Everywhere they go, death and destruction, and they've got Rose in the middle of it." Mickey tried to comfort, but failed. "Have they got a great big green things inside them, then?" She cried.
"I wouldn't put it past them. But like it or not, they are the only people who know how to fight these things." Mickey admitted. "I thought I was going to die." She started to tear up. Jackie started crying, and Mickey gave her a quick, awkward hug.
"Come on, yeah? If anyone's going to cry, it's going to be me. Now, you're safe in my flat, Jacks. No one's going To look for you here, especially since you hate me so much." Mickey said. "You saved my life. God, that's embarrassing." Jackie groaned. "You're telling me." Mickey rolled his eyes at the woman bawling in his kitchen. "He wanted me dead. And he's still out there, Mickey. That policeman. That thing." Jackie frowned.
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Little did the both of them know, back at the Tyler's flat, Strickland was back in his skin suit. "Right, you head off. Inform Control I have got one or two things that still need doing. I haven't quite finished with Mrs Tyler yet." He smirked.
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Back in the Cabinet Room, the Rebel dragged the recently departed Gamesh, the man who had tried to get Harriet to leave earlier the day, into a small store room, where the late Anthony Blair was also laid out.
"What was his name?" The Revel asked, looking at the men sadly. "Who?" Harriet asked. "This one. The secretary or whatever he was called." The Rebel gestured to Gamesh. "I don't know. I talked to him. I brought him a cup of coffee. I never asked his name." Harriet said sadly. "Sorry. Right, what have we got? Any terminals, anything?" The Doctor changed the subject as the four of them looked up from the dead people. "No. This place is antique. What I don't get is, when they killed the Prime Minister, why didn't they use him as a disguise?" Harriet answered.
"He's too slim. They're big old beasts. They need to fit inside big humans." The Rebel told her. "But the Slitheen are about eight feet. How do they fit inside?" Rose questioned. "That's the device around their necks. Compression field. Literally shrinks them down a bit. That's why there's all that gas. It's a big exchange." The Rebel looked at Rose, smiling. "Wish I had a compression field. I could fit a size smaller." Rose joked. "Excuse me, people are dead! This is not the time for making jokes." Harriet scolded. "Sorry. You get used to this stuff when you're friends with him." I apologized, a small smirk on my face.
"Well, that's a strange friendship." She muttered, thinking we couldn't hear her, but I did. I sent her a small look, and she glanced down at her shoes, pretending to be engrossed in them. "Harriet Jones. I've heard that name before. Harriet Jones. You're not famous for anything, are you?" I asked her, as a feeling popped into my head. "Oh, hardly." She laughed stiffly.
"Rings a bell. Harriet Jones?" The Doctor agreed. "Lifelong backbencher I'm afraid, and a fat lot of use I'm being now. The Protocols are redundant. They list the people who could help and they're all dead downstairs." Harriet sighed. "Hasn't it got, like, defence codes and things? Couldn't we just launch a nuclear bomb at them?" Rose thought violently, I liked it. Their was a reason we were great friends.
"You're a very violent young women." Harriet stated, looking at the two of us. I had nodded in after my with Rose. "She's serious..... We could." I trailed off. "Well, there's nothing like that in here. Nuclear strikes do need a release code, yes, but it's kept secret by the United Nations." Harriet sighed. She did a lot of that. Sighing, it was annoying. It showed that she was sad, maybe depressed. The way she held herself, always having to state her position like her life depended on it. The way she walked said that she was eager for someone to say she could make a difference. What I liked about her though, was that she never gave in.
"Say that again." The Doctor referred to Harriet, breaking my train of thought. "What, about the codes?" She asked, confused. "Anything. All of it." I encouraged. "Well, the British Isles can't gain access to atomic weapons without a Special Resolution from the UN." Harriet recited.
"Like that's ever stopped them." Rose rolled her eyes. "Exactly, given our past record. And I voted against that, thank you very much. The codes have been taken out of the government's hands and given to the UN. Is it important?" Harriet smiled. "Everything's important." I smiled at her. "If we only knew what the Slitheen wanted. Listen to me. I'm saying Slitheen as if it's normal." She laughed nervously.
"What do they want, though?" I thought aloud. "Well, they're just one family, so it's not an invasion. They don't want Slitheen World They're out to make money. That means they want to use something. Something here on Earth. Some kind of asset." The Doctor listed. "Like what, gold? Oil? Water?" Harriet thought.
"You're very good at this." I admitted, my mind drawing a blank.
"Thank you."
"Harriet Jones. Why do I know that name?" I muttered. Suddenly, Rose's phone let out a loud beep, which made all of us jump.
"Oh, that's me."
"But we're sealed off. How did you get a signal?" Harriet asked. "He zapped it. Super phone." Rose explained. "Then we can phone for help. You must have contacts." Harriet hurriedly suggested.
"Dead downstairs, yeah." The Doctor and I said simultaneously. "It's Mickey." Rose called, checking caller ID. "Oh, tell your stupid boyfriend we're busy." I groaned, Mickey or Ricky, or whatever his name was, was interrupting our attempt to get out.
"Yeah, he's not so stupid after all." Rose defended.
Mickey had sent us a picture of a Slitheen.
"Good job, Ricky the idiot." I laughed under my breath.
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The Girl Who Survived (Doctor Who)
Fanfiction"Oh yeah?! What's stopping me from running away? Huh? You know. There's a reason I'm called The Rebel. It's because I don't follow rules. Especially rules given to me by some tin pepper shakers! Bye. Bye!" ••• The Rebel thought she was the last Time...
