AN:Hello wonderful readers! It's been awhile since I last updated. I've been busy with school and family, so I haven't had much time to write. I would love for someone to design a cover for this story! If you're interested, PM me or leave a review. Also, feel free to give me any ideas for this story, I would love to hear them. Enough of my rambling, start reading!

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"STEP AWAY FROM THE BOX! KEEP YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!" someone from in a helicopter shouted. Sirens were wailing and police cars surrounded us. Rose and Mickey looked around desperately, the Doctor looked confused, and I was bored.

Mickey ran off like a coward, leaving Rose, the Doctor and I alone with the police. I cussed him out in my head. I guess the Doctor could hear me because he turned to me and gave me a look telling me to stop shouting profanities in my mind.

"Take me to your leader," the Doctor said, putting his hands in the air. I giggled as I put my arms up. Rose followed suit. We were shown the way to a police car, where we got in and took a seat. I was in the middle of the Doctor and Rose.

"This is a bit posh," Rose said, looking around. "If I knew it was like this when I got arrested, I would've done it years ago."

"We're not being arrested, we're being escorted," the Doctor explained.

"Where to?" Rose asked.

"Where do you think? Downing street," the Doctor replied, laughing.

"You're kidding," Rose said as she started laughing with him.

"He's not! Now buckle up, because we're going on a trip in our favorite rocket ship! Zooming through the sky, Little Einsteins! Come on-" My beautiful song was cut off by the Doctor slapping his hand over my mouth. I gave him a super-ultra-deluxe death glare and licked his palm. He returned the glare after quickly removed his hand and wiped it on the side of my grey tank that says karma in bold, black lettering.

"Why are we going to Downing street?" Rose asked, a bit wary of me.

"I hate to say it, but Mickey was right. I've visited Earth quite a few times in the past and I've been, uh, noticed," the Doctor replied. I whipped out my phone and pulled up Safari. I looked up U.N.I.T. and clicked on the first search result from Google. I learned that U.N.I.T. was a group of the best "alien experts" on Earth. I read a bit further to see if I could uncover more, but then the Doctor shook my shoulder and told me we had arrived at Downing Street. I shut off my phone and shoved it in my back pocket. During all the commotion of getting out of the car, my pocket watch and the chain fell off my neck without me noticing. I also didn't see the Doctor pick it up, study it for a second, looked shocked and put it in his coat pocket.


Walking into the building, I felt uneasy, like something bad was going to happen. You know, like when the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, or the way your stomach drops? Sounds cliche, I know, but that's what it felt like, going inside, and I decided to trust my instincts on this one.

"Doctor?" I tried to get his attention by tapping his shoulder. No effect. "Doctor?" I said again, but a bit louder, also shaking his shoulder.

"What is it, Ree?" he asked.

"Watch out for the I.D. cards," I said. "I've got a bad feeling about this."

The Doctor opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by someone telling everyone to go to the room next to us. As he handed the Doctor his I.D. card, he said, "I'm sorry, your companions don't have clearance."

"I don't go anywhere without them," the Doctor replied.

"I'm sorry, uh, Doctor. It's "the Doctor", isn't it?" He nodded. "They'll have to wait outside."

"They're staying with me," the Doctor insisted.

"I'm sorry, but even I don't have clearance to go in there," the man said.

"We'll be fine, Doctor. We can handle being on our own and I promise we won't wander off, okay?" I said.

Before the Doctor had the chance to reply, an older lady by the name of Harriet Jones interrupted us. "Excuse me, are you the Doctor?"

"Sure," he replied.

"Not now, we're busy," the man said. He and Ms. Jones started to argue and the Doctor went in the room.

"I'm going to have to leave you two with security," the man said, pulling us to the side.

"It's all right. I'll look after them, let me be of some use," Ms. Jones said. The man gave a nod and he started to walk away.

"Excuse me, sir?" I called after him. He spun around. "What's your name?"

"I'm Indra Ganesh," he replied.

"Thank you, Mr. Ganesh, and I'm so sorry," I said, the spun around on my heel and ran towards Rose and Ms. Jones down the corridor. We stopped at a staircase.

"Your friend, he's an expert? He know- He knows about aliens?" Ms. Jones asked. Rose and I nodded.

"Why do you ask?" I asked her. She opened her mouth to reply, but started to cry instead. Rose pulled her into an awkward hug and looked towards me with questioning eyes.


Ms. Jones led us to a conference room. She stepped into the closet and pulled out what looked to be a skin suit. She laid it on the table and started to explain what it was. I picked it up and started to examine it. "Fascinating," I whispered.

Doctor? Can you hear me? We have a bit of an issue. I called out telepathically.

Can't talk right now, trying to save the world, he responded.

Why? I asked.

Will explain later, gotta go! And with that, he left. I sighed and returned my attention to Ms. Jones and Rose. I saw the prime minister fall out of the closet. Mr. Ganesh walked right as we were staring at the body.

"Harriet, for God's sake! This has gone beyond a joke. You cannot just wander-" He stopped talking when he saw the body. He stared in shock. "Oh, my god. That's the Prime Minister."

"No shit, Sherlock," I muttered. We continue to stare at the body, not quite sure what to do now, when we hear a voice coming from the door way.

"Ooh, has someone been naughty?" it said. I could see the shadow coming towards the door and stepping into the light. The shadow took form as an overweight lady, maybe in her mid-forties. Rose gripped my hand in fear.

"That's impossible, he left this afternoon," Indra said, shaking his head. "I mean, the Prime Minister left Downing Street. He was driven away."

"And who told you that? Hmm?" the lady asked, walking towards us. She set her purse on the table. "Me." She smiled and reached to her forehead, pulling on something. Her forehead started to glow, making the room seem blue. We all watched as she shook off the body suit, showing us her true form.