Hi! I know I should have posted this sooner, but I kept having problems with this chapter, so I'm sorry if this is terrible!
Anyway, I tried something new with this, and wrote in third person for part of it! So tell me what you think about that, and let me know if I don't describe things well enough, or if anything's confusing. Because this is the first time I'm writing down a fanfic that I've had inside my head, where it makes total sense to me, but might not for you guys.
Anyway, Allons-y!
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, or whatever you recognize.
Alea's POV
I looked in the mirror at the sad girl staring back at me. Well, she didn't look sad, her face looks
excited, and happy. Except for her eyes, her eyes say what her mouth doesn't, "I shouldn't even exist!"
Of course, her eyes are my eyes, and her face is my face. The only reason I'm faking a smile, is because Mother is doing my make-up for when we go up onto the Valiant, to greet the aliens. As if the aliens would care if I had what my Mother calls the perfect amount of make-up, even though I think the make-up doesn't do anything except make me look uglier, but she won't listen. But there will be cameras, and I'm going to have to look happy and excited for them.
I am a little excited about the aliens, or the Toclafaneas they called themselves in the video, it'll be so cool to meet people from another planet, and maybe they'll show us their home planet!
"Stop moving around so much!" Mother said angrily, interrupting my thoughts. "Or I'll have to re-do your make-up." I realized I had been fidgeting, and stopped. It'll take forever if she has to re-do my make-up.
I stayed silent for a few moments, then decided to try and make conversation.
"Mother, are you excited about the Toclafane coming?" I asked, as she started to put my hair into a french braid –I never could learn how to do it.
"Yes dear, I am. I'm also excited about your Father's plans with them." She said the second part so quietly, I began to think that I wasn't supposed to have heard. What were his plans? I didn't know he had any plans.
"What plans?" I asked without thinking.
"Be quiet." Mother snapped.
Even though I would have loved to finally shout "NO, I WON'T!" –And sadly that would have been one of my favorite memories probably– but I couldn't, I would be in huge trouble, more trouble than it was worth for a small victory.
But even though I should be used to them telling me to shut up, and telling me that whatever I was saying was worthless, it still stung a little.
I mean, if my parents, the people who are responsible for my existence don't like me –I sometimes wonder if they even love me– then who would?
"Done." Mother says before I can say anything else. "Now go put on the dress I laid out on your bed, don't mess up your make-up." She said before leaving the bathroom.
I sighed after she left, and went into my room. It's a rather plain room compared to most, I don't have that many friends, so where most people would have pictures hanging on their walls, I have drawings. They're not that good, but I like them. And beneath all the drawings, I have sky blue walls. I have a white bookcase stuffed with all sorts of books –Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Twilight, Series of Unfortunate Events, to name a couple– then beside the bookcase, there's a comfy, blue beanbag chair, with a lamp beside it, then there's my bed, with it's plain old lime green comforter, then with a small table right next too it, stacked with a couple books I've been reading before I go to sleep.
I look over at my bed, and see a pale pink spaghetti strap dress, that looks like it will reach to my knees. It's rather plain, except for some pretty white embroidery across the top part of the dress.
And there's a pair of white strappy sandles, and a white shrug.
I was thankful that I didn't have to wear heels today, because I'm uncoordinated enough flat on my feet, imagine me in heels! If you're wondering about my clumsiness, lets just say falling out of chairs, and tripping, is common for me.
After putting the outfit on, I walked out of my room to wait for my parents to be ready to go to the Valiant.
Third Person POV
The Doctor, Jack, and Martha, waited impatiently for the best opportunity to put the TARDIS key around The Master.
"I wonder if his wife and daughter know that he's..." Martha trailed off.
The Doctor looked at her surprised, "He has a daughter?"
"Yeah, well," Martha paused. "They say she's their daughter. Her name's Alea."
"Which one's her?" The Doctor asked, looking around.
Jake pointed to the girl sitting close to her parents. "That's her."
The Doctor looked over to where Jack was pointing.
"That poor girl." The Doctor murmured.
"What do you mean?" Jack asked confused.
"She's depressed." The Doctor said, as if it was obvious.
"Why do you think she's depressed? Look at her!" She pointed over at Alea, who wasn't talking to anyone, but still smiling, and humming a tune softly. "She's happy!"
"Don't look at her smile," The Doctor scoffed. "Look in her eyes, can't you see? They're practically screaming, "Depressed""
"But..." Martha trailed off, looking at the girl. She looked so happy and content.
"Don't let her fool you." The Doctor warned. "She must be used to hiding what she really feels. Most people don't look further than a smile, and it's almost terrifying what a smile can hide."
Martha shushed them, and pointed to where President Winters was almost finished with his speech, and was about to welcome the Toclafane. "This might be our chance!" She whispered.
"And I ask of you, as I ask of the human race." Winters said, staring at the cameras.
"Join with me in welcoming, our friends, I give you the Toclafane!" Suddenly, three Toclafane appeared around Winters.
"My name is Arthur Colin Winters." He said the the Toclafane. "President of the United States of America, I'm the representative of the united nations. I welcome you, to the planet earth,"
"You're not the Master." One of the Toclafane said.
"We like the Mister Master." The other Toclafane said, in a higher pitched voice.
"We don't like you." The first one said. Winters looked confused, "I can be Master, if you so wish." He paused, "I will accept Master over you, if that is God's Will."
The Toclafane didn't seem happy by this, and said. "Man is stupid, Master's our friend."
The other, higher pitched one, said "Where's my Master pretty please."
The Master decided it was time. "Oh all right then, it's me! Ta da!" He laughed a little at the surprised looks on everyone, including Alea. "Sorry, I just have this affect. People get obsessed. Is it the smile? Is it the after shave? Is it the copasity to laugh at myself? I don't know, it's crazy!" He threw his hands up as if to say, "Who knows?"
President Winters wasn't happy at all about this. "Saxon what are you talking about." He demanded.
Suddenly The Master's playful attitude left him. "I'm taking control, Uncle Sam. Starting with you." He turned to the Toclafane next to him, "Kill him." The Toclafane immediately shot a laser at Winters, disintegrating him.
Everyone started screaming, and running, except for The Doctor, Martha, and Jack. Alea just sat still in her chair, absolutely shocked at the turn of the events.
The Master started laughing, and clapped. "Nobody move, nobody move. People of earth, please attend carefully."
The Doctor started to run up to The Master, and tried to put the TARDIS key around the Master. "Stop him!" The Master shouted, and the guards ran up, and grabbed The Doctor, and pulled him down to his knees. "We meet at last Doctor," The Master said smiling. "Ha! I love saying that."
"Stop this, stop it now!" The Doctor shouted at him.
The Master continued, as if he hadn't said anything. "As if a perception filter is going to work on me."
He looked over at Martha and Jack.
"And look, it's the girly and the freak. Although I'm not sure which one's which." Jack angrily took out his gun, and tried to shoot The Master. But The Master quickly drew out his Laser Screwdriver, and killed Jack first.
He turned down towards The Doctor. "Laser Screwdriver. Who'd have sonic." He said as if they were old news. "And the good thing is, he's not dead for long, then I get to kill him again!" The Master laughed.
"Master, just calm down," The Doctor rasped. "Just look at what you're doing and stop. If you could see yourself."
The Master looked over at where the reporters were still shooting, "Oh do excuse me, bit of personal business, back in a minute." He turned to the guards still holding The Doctor down, "Let him go." The guards let go of him, and pushed him to the ground, to make sure he didn't run off.
"It's that sound, the sound in your head." The Doctor said quickly.
"If I could help,"
"Oh how to shut him up." The Master interrupted. "I know, memory lane!"
He sat down on the steps in front of The Doctor. "Professor Lazarus. What, did you think little Tish got that job merely by coincidence? I've been laying traps for you all this time. And if I concentrate all the Lazarus technology into one, little, screwdriver. But, ooo." He pouted.
"But only if I had the Doctor's biological code, oh but wait a minute!" He said as if he had just remembered. "I do! I've got his hand!"
He ran around to one of the little pillars, and hit a hidden button, and the jar with The Doctor's hand in it, appeared.
"And if Lazarus made himself younger," He paused. "What if I reverse it? Another... hundred years?" He said casually, then pointed the screwdriver at The Doctor, and everyone stared as The Doctor became older.
When The Master was done, The Doctor was a weak, wrinkled old man. Martha crawled over from where she was with Jack, "Doctor, are you alright?" She asked him.
The Master noticed her, and made an "Aw" noise, "She's a would-be-Doctor. But tonight Martha Jones," He suddenly turned his voice into a game show hosts voice, "We've flown them in, all the way from prison." The double doors opened, and some guards started pushing Martha's family inside the room.
Martha's mum looked around and saw Martha, "I'm sorry." She said crying. "I'm so sorry Martha." Martha nodded at her, letting her know she forgave her.
When the Doctor tried to say something. The Doctor mumbled again, and The Master and Martha leaned down to listen to him.
The Toclafane started talking again. "Is it time, is it ready?" The one asked, "Is the machine singing?" The other asked.
The Master checked his watch, "Two minutes past!" He walked up the stairs, to the small stage, and looked at the cameras.
"So, earthlings. Basically, erm, end of the world. Here, come, the drums!" He announced, raising his hands dramatically. Music auto-matically started playing.
And The Master after a minute of smiling with his wife, –who had joined him at the top– ran over to a window, and looked outside.
There was lighting coming from right above them, and Toclafane poured in from a huge crack in the sky, that was in the center of all the lightning.
He ran back up to where his wife, Lucy, was kind of dancing to the music. The Master pulled her with him to the huge window behind them, and they watched the Toclafane pour down towards earth.
"Down you go, kids!" He cried, gesturing down towards the earth. After talking to Lucy for a moment, he called out,
"Remove one-tenth, of the population." He watched, laughing happily.
Martha looked up from The Doctor, and looked at her family for a moment, before using Jack's teleport, to leave the Valiant.
The Master hardly noticed her, but he looked around realized something was missing, and he turned around and noticed his horrified daughter, who had backed up against the wall.
He motioned for her to come up with him. "Come on." He smiled.
Alea's POV (This starts off, right where it ended in the third person)
I stared in shock. My Father's been planning to kill people? He's going to kill... He's forcing the Toclafane to kill people? How could he do this...? How could he think that I would agree with this, without questioning it! And Mother... She must have known the whole time, that's what plans she was talking about earlier!
In a daze, I walk up the steps towards them. My thoughts going through my head at lightning speed.
What am I going to do?
I take the first step up the stairs.
I mean, I love my parents, and just because lately we haven't seen eye-to-eye, doesn't mean I'm against them, but I don't agree with this, I don't agree with killing.
Another few steps up.
Maybe if I talk to Father –It's obvious he's the one who's planned this whole thing– maybe he won't kill anyone else?
And I'm at the top now.
It's a possibility, a slim one, but it's a chance. Then less people would be killed, and there won't be any troubles between the three of us.
I'm standing next to my parents now.
This will all work out in no time.
I hope.
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