In which, a 32 year old woman from Torchwood stumbles across a time traveling alien with a blue box, and decides that nothing else matters more than the thrill of near death.
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Lilly Tyler is used to aliens, and death, and eve...
“ Oh, Lilly, I love you so much and nothing will ever change that. ”
- Jackie Tyler
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While we waited, Mickey spoke through the phone with a panicked tone. "Counter defence five five six."
"Stop them intercepting it." The Doctor ordered.
"I'm doing it now."
"Good boy."
"Five five six neutralised"
"Here we go. Nice knowing you all. Hannibal!" Harriet said as the cupboard shook like crazy. We were all thrown about the small room so much that everyone fell on top of eachother. I had my legs on Rose's lap and my arms stretched out above the Doctor's head, forcing my body to land directly on top of his.
I gulped nervously and quickly stood up with a faint blush tinting my cheeks. The Doctor pushed the steel door open and we all stepped out.
"Made in Britain." The MP tapped the wall happily.
"Oh, my God. Are you alright?" A man came rushing over to us as I wrapped my arm around May.
"Harriet Jones. MP, Flydale North. I want you to contact the UN immediately. Tell the embassadors the crisis is over. They can step down. Go on, tell the news." Harriet instructed while holding up her ID card.
"Yes ma'am." The man ran off.
"Someone's got one hell of a job sorting this out. Oh, Lord. We haven't even got a Prime Minister."
"Maybe you should have a go." The Doctor suggested with a grin.
"Me? Huh. I'm only a back-bencher."
"I'd vote for ya." Rose responded.
"Same." I added.
"Now, don't be silly." The woman sighed quietly. "Look, I'd better go and see if I can help. Hang on!" She ran off ahead of us and we quickly followed.
I didn't let go of May or Rose's hand the entire way back to the main road. I worry too much...that's what everyone always says but I can't help it. I didn't want anything bad to happen to the people I love.
"I thought I knew the name. Harriet Jones, future Prime Minister. Elected for three successive terms. The architect of Britain's Golden Age."
"Guys, it's been great meeting you but we need to go." Coulson said, interrupting our silence. "The team are going to kill us if we don't get back as soon as we can. They'll be worried. It was great to see you again, Lilly." I was brought into a hug by the agent.
