A/N: HAPPY 50TH CHAPTER!!!
"Oh, my God." Jackie cried as the missile fired from the sun and heard for us.
"How solid are these?" Harriet asked. "Not solid enough. Built for short range attack, nothing this big.." I trailed off. "All right, now I'm making the decision. I'm not going to die. We're going to ride this one out. It's like what they say about earthquakes. You can survive them by standing under a doorframe. Now, this cupboard's small so it's strong. Come and help me. Come on." Rose lead us to a cupboard.
"It's on radar." Mickey said.
We all emitted the cupboard of its books and trinkets and Mickey said, "Counter defence five five six." "Stop them intercepting it." I ordered, throbbing a book onto the floor. Ironically, as it hit the floor, the book opened and opened to a page of a woman. A woman I knew all to well. Well, she was me. She was dressed in a Victorian England dress, a small smile on her lips. Her curly reddish hair was in ringlets as it covered her face and brown eyes. It was me in my 4th regeneration. I did have a thing for Victorian London.. And a thing for raspberries, but that's not important.
"I'm doing it now." Mickey voiced.
"Good boy." The Doctor said. I hurriedly closed the book and carefully placed it under a few Atlas'. "Five five six neutralised." Mickey breathed. "Good job Mick. You just defeated the British Government.
(A/N: Queen Mycroft anybody? 😉)
The Doctor unplugged the phone and paced around the room. "Here we go. Nice knowing you both. Hannibal!" I yelled as we all climbed in the small cupboard. I was being pushed into the corner of the cupboard by the Doctor who sat I front of Rose and I, Harriet slightly behind Rose. I clutched onto his leather jacket and squeezed my eyes shut, as the missile made impact. It burst the iconic front door off its hinges, and the cupboard rolled and thrashed through the remains of the building, in its steel shell. Our screams filled the air as we tumbled. A sharp pain in my right shoulder alerted me and I let out a surprised cry. The metal in the corner of the cupboard had heated up and slightly tingled my shoulder. The Doctor grabbed my hands and hugged me. And I hugged tightly back.
The pain had subsided a little, but it still hurt. I knew it would probably blister. The fire outside had died down and the Doctor pushed the metal door off the cupboard. "Made in Britain."
"Oh, my God. Are you all right?" A man came up to us. I felt dizzy as I stepped out of the cupboard and dusted off my jeans. "Harriet Jones. MP, Flydale North. I want you to contact UN immediately. Tell the ambassadors the crisis is over. They can step down. Go on, tell the news." Harriet explained.
"Yes, ma'am." The man rushed off.
"Someone's got a hell of a job sorting this lot out. Oh, Lord. We haven't even got a Prime Minister!" Harriet realized. "Maybe you should have a go." I nudged.
"Me? Huh. I'm only a back-bencher." She denied.
"I'd vote for you." Rose said.
"Now, don't be silly. Look, I'd better go and see if I can help. Hang on!" Harriet rushed to help a pair of people, making her way down the rubble. "We're safe! The Earth is safe!" She cried.
"Sergeant!" Harriet's distant voice called. "I thought I knew the name. Harriet Jones, future Prime Minister. Elected for three successive terms. The architect of Britain's Golden Age." The Doctor sighed.
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The Girl Who Survived (Doctor Who)
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