A/N: SUPER LONG CHAPTER!!! Over 1100 words!! Agh!!! This is the 50th chapter!!! Yay! I just really want to finish the episode in the next chapter. I really love the next episode! I have a really cool idea, sort of. Not really. Anywayy, I finished season 3 of Sherlock and I'm in agony!!! 😫 Happy November! Have any of you listened to Sounds Good Feels Good? I really love Broken Home and Invisible. They make me cry! I also love Money, Hey Everybody, and Airplanes. And every other song on the album pretty much!! Uh.. Enjoy, Vote and Comment!!
3rd Person POV
"The United Kingdom stands directly beneath the belly of the mother ship." Green continued. "I beg of the United Nations, pass an emergency resolution. Give us the access codes. A nuclear strike at heart of the beast is our only chance of survival." Green begged. "Because from this moment on it is my solemn duty to inform you planet Earth is at war."
Rebel's POV
"He's making it up. There's no weapons up there, there's no threat. He just invented it." I denied. "Do you think they'll believe him?" Harriet asked.
"They did last time." Rose muttered. "That's why the Slitheen went for spectacle. They want the whole world panicking, because you lot, you get scared, you lash out." I ran my fingers through my long hair. "They release the defence code..." Rose realized. "And the Slitheen go nuclear." I sighed, gettingWhere p and passing around the room.
"But why?" I closed my eyes. They shot open as the metal shutters opened and the Doctor said, "You get the codes, release the missiles, but not into space because there's nothing there. You attack every other country on Earth. They retaliate, fight back. World War Three. Whole planet gets nuked." "And we can sit through it safe in our spaceship waiting in the Thames. Not crashed, just parked. Only two minutes away." The woman disgusted as Margaret said evilly. "But you'll destroy the planet, this beautiful place. What for?" I came up to her, crossing my arms over my chest. "Profit. That's what the signal is beaming into space. An advert." The Doctor liked down at me.
"The sale of the century. We reduce the Earth to molten slag, then sell it piece by piece. Radioactive chucks, capable of powering every cut-price star liner and budget cargo ship. There's a recession out there, Doctor. Rebel. People are buying cheap. This rock becomes raw fuel." She smirked. "At the cost of five billion lives." I tried to reason.
"Bargain." She shrugged.
"I give you a choice. Leave this planet or I'll stop you." The Doctor threatened. "What, you? Trapped in your box? With your pretty little girlfriend?" She taunted. "Yes. Me." He ignored the last part she said. I slammed my hand down on the close button and the shutters came down, closing on Margaret's laughing face.
I sighed as I thought. No doubt the news was going crazy. Humans, always overreacting.
"All right, Doctor. I'm not saying I trust you, but there must be something you can do." Jackie sighed.
"If we could ferment the port, we could make acetic acid." Harriet suggested. "Mickey, any luck?" I asked the poor man. "There's loads of emergency numbers. They're all on voicemail." He sighed. "Voicemail dooms us all." I laughed sarcastically. "If we could just get out of here." Rose sighed, banning lightly on a shutter over a door.
"There's a way out." I sighed, making eye contact with the Doctor.
"What?" Rose shot up.
"There's always been a way out." The Doctor stood next to me and Rose. "Then why don't we use it?" She asked eager to get home to her mum and Mickey.
"Because I can't guarantee your daughter will be safe." The Doctor admitted to Jackie.
"Don't you dare. Whatever it is, don't you dare!" Jackie warned. "That's the thing Jackie, If we don't dare, everyone dies." I tried to coax.
"Do it." I turned to Rose, shocked. "You don't even know what it is. You'd just let us?" The Doctor asked, equally shocked.
"Yeah."
"Rebel. Doctor. Please. She's my daughter. She's just a kid." Jackie pleaded, making my heart twinge. Memories flooding my head, but I pushed them back.
"Do- do you think I don't know that? Because this is our life, Jackie. It's not fun, it's not smart, it's just standing up and making a decision because nobody else will. I can't save anyone. No one in his room, but all the people out there, and the people after, will live." I spoke passion filling my every word. "I guess, the only thing is, we are the last ones, Doctor, we could see them again. I'm not saying o haven't thought of dying, of death. It's just- we are the only ones left. If we live, what else is out there? A world of loneliness. Alone. Sad." I came up to the Doctor, whispering so only he could hear, glancing down at my feet.
"A world of adventure. A world of difference and life. That's what." He whispered in my ear.
"Then what're you waiting for?" Rose asked.
"I could save the world but lose you both." The Doctor thought panic running through his veins. "Except it's not your decision, Doctor. It's mine." Harriet stood forward.
"And who the hell are you?" Jackie scoffed. "Harriet Jones, MP for Flydale North. The only elected representative in this room, chosen by the people for the people. And on behalf of the people, I command you. Do it." Harriet commanded. I liked her spirit. I smiled lightly at her as she stood fiercely.
"How do we get out?" Rose asked. "We don't. We stay here." I breathed out, awaiting the outcome of all this. The Doctor retrieved the Emergency Protocols from the Red Box.
"Use the buffalo password. It overrides everything." I sighed to Mickey, feeling like wanting to bang my head against the desk.
"What're you doing?" Jackie asked. "Hacking into the Royal Navy. We're in. Here it is. HMS Taurean, Trafalgar Class submarine, ten miles off the coast of Plymouth." Mickey told us, typing away.
"Right, we need to select a missile." I said.
"We can't go nuclear. We don't have the defence codes." Mickey defended, not really wanting to do this.
"We don't need it. All we need's an ordinary missile." The Doctor put an arm over my shoulder.
"What's the first category?" I asked.
"Sub Harpoon, UGM-A4A."
"That's the one. Select." I ordered.
"I could stop you." Jackie tried. "Do it, then." He said, not fearing Jackie Tyler. "You ready for this?" I alder everybody. "Yeah." Mickey answered.
"Mickey the idiot, the world is in your hands." The Doctor laughed, trying to lighten the tension.
"Fire."
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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...
