The Alliance Archive

Keep Calm And Slap Him!

I'm reading all these great Doctor Who Fan Fictions! Whoever wrote a DWFF, I applaud you! You are awesome!

Anywho, enough with my ranting. get on with reading this really short long-awaited chapter already. I mean it! Stop reading my sentence! STOP IT!!!

Enjoy!

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I read her text.

Syd, don't come. If they get you, we'll both surely die. Trust me.

p.s. Tell my family I love them.

I snorted. Like hell I wasn't going to. If they killed her, I wasn't going to go into horrible raging grief, but I was going to cause grief on the stupid morons who took her away. Because they were stupid if they were messing with me.

Trouble had disappeared, and I wasn't about to find him. He was the least of my worries right now. And even if I did bump into him, what would I do? Take him prisoner? No, that wasn't rational. The person who probably took Liz didn't think that worker was necessary. Expendable. If they thought that way, I couldn't wait to see how they handled a raid.

My normal mind would have cowered in fear and broken to pieces because of her kidnapping. I would have called 911, been on TV expressing my fear and sorrow of her being taken away, gotten blown away from popularity and become a famous icon and had lots of teen drama with some pop star or another.

But instead I pulled open my mobil and typed in the best number I ever had the fortune of recieving. I had to wait a few minutes before I got an answer, but when I did I grinned.

"Mrs. Smith, I need one of your planes."

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In a minute, I was commandeering one of Liz's father's jets. I had a crew of myself, with myself as the pilot and myself as the copilot. Oh, and Myself were the passengers and the waitstaff.

Basically it was only me. I flicked a few switches and pulled out my phone, tracing the last text from my best friend. I knew she was alive, and I also knew she didn't want me in danger. Screw that! I just wanted her to be all right. When I looked at her Mobil location, I raised an eyebrow. Ireland? Who would kidnap someone and take them to Ireland? That's kind of a lot of work...

I read the text over and over as I flew, and noticed something. Something strange.

Tell my family I love them.

Liz usually didn't tell her family she loved them. She always figured she was adopted from somewhere, and maybe didn't love her family as much as one would think. I read the text over and made the beginning of the letter of each word in a straight line. It made this.

T. M. F. I. L. T

I used a code she and I developed a time ago, a simple one with the letters of the alphabet switched with their others. So now the letters were,

G. N. U. R. O. G.

Go Now U Really Odd Girl!

It was a code inside a code. The code in the words was this.

Come and get me, darn it!

I grinned. It wasn't a plea for me to exunt, it was a cry for help.

Or maybe it was just me being hopeful.

I laughed and I think I accidentally pushed one of the buttons on the plane. But even if I did push it, something happened. Lights flashed, alarms beeped, and a voice said, "Preparing for emergency land dive."

I screamed. I was over water, and when you're over water in a jet about to land on a surface it thinks is ground, it wasn't going to go well. My only option was a dire one. What do I do when I can't set on the water in a land Jet?

I jump.

The controls were frozen. I couldn't do anything to unlock them. What I could do would take me an hour, and I didn't have an hour. I had approximately five minutes before the jet smashed into the surf. What I was going to do was crazy and not right.

I grabbed a parachute, took an insta-flate boat out from under the dashboard, strapped myself to a safety device, and took the black box from behind the pilot's chair. Finally I took the small bag I had brought from my house and slung it around my shoulder.

The water was coming up fast and white crested. Beautiful and Terrifying. Blue as the sky and murky as mud. The colour of death. My death embraced me in that moment, and I will never forget it. 

Then the chaos hit.

The plane beeped a warning for the impending doom, and I ran. Toward the door, toward the water, toward Death himself. He looked like me, Death. He had cold and warm eyes, as beautiful as a midnight sun. I ran up to him, kissed him quick on the cheek, and waved a small wave as I fell from his arms into the white waves below, him trying to catch my fluttering soul, pinned to my being but wanting to join him.

Then a parachute bloomed above me, my breath returned, and my soul slowly and reluctantly went back into the hollow shell I call a body. I looked back at the sinking plane, back at the window, and didn't see Death, my friend. With a slight pang of disappointment, I sunk into the water and back into the arms of whoever was holding me. But instead of Death's hard, cold arms, this person was warm, tangible, and seemed nice.

"So, Birch, we meet again. Say, do you remember me? Maybe this'll boost your memory. Zahmat."

Zahmat.

Trouble?