Summary: What if someone else dealt with both would be Earth Invaders and made Torchwood-London obsolete in the process, instead of having the Doctor have to do it? Here's another take on the Christmas Invasion...

The Rest of the Story:

The Christmas Invasion...

"Yeah, Mrs. Tyler, just let the poor guy sleep. As we understand it, regenerations take a lot out of a Time Lord, just make sure he gets plenty of good hot, sweet tea whenever he rouses and he'll be fine. Yes ma'am, he'll be fine. Our sources in the Asgard are very familiar with his species and have confirmed him to be a safe person to have in your house, it'll be fine, ma'am." Sgt. Maccky finally hung up on the latest caller.

"Jackie Tyler again?" Lt. Realltr asked with an impatient sigh. "I swear, that woman..."

"Oh yeah...of course the fact that her daughter was up to her eyeballs in the whole mess didn't help. But hell, she's dating a Time Lord from what the mother said, so..."

"Yeah. Last of his species from what Thor told Danny."

"Torchwood still ticked off?"

"Well, yes, actually. The English crown just told them to stand down, they were no longer needed. Well, the London office isn't. The girl...what's her name? Rose? Yeah, Rose Tyler, vouched for the guy running the Cardiff office so they're still in place, but that Yvonne twit is out of a job and so is everyone else in the London office. Too many complaints and inconsistancies for good Old Queen Bess to tolerate now that Norad's running the alien interference instead of them."

"That Harkness fella sounded relieved, said the Doctor was down for the count with the regeneration business and he'd thought London was going to get to blow that would be slaver apart while still in atmosphere, from the ground. Dangerous, that."

"Yeah, so it's just as well we ran the intercept, they never got anywhere near our Space."

"They weren't expecting us to have a space navy, came as a rude shock from what I could tell."

"True. That warlord or whatever he was, wasn't happy. Not at all."

"Well, that's what you get when the U.N. is allowed to run your alien show. UNIT had no idea how to handle that kind of a threat."

"For real. All Hammond could get out of them was, "We'll wait for the Doctor. He always handles invasions."

"Hammond finally got fed up and said, 'No, we will. We've got ships and I've already ordered the intercept. There's nothing our weapons can't defend Earth from and those people can't possibly be worse than the Gould, so Norad will take this one off your hands'."

"How long have the brass been talking to Harkness?"

"'Bout an hour. I think they're gonna want to talk to that Doctor guy too, when he recovers."

"Oh, surely. You about done?"

"All set. I'm going for a beer, been a long day."

"Sounds good. Let's go."

The pair signed out and left the communications office to the MPs for the night, chuckling at the shock the English had experienced...

END