Actually wrote this last night when I couldn't sleep, so insomnia can be useful sometimes. and so this is the last chapter for Aliens of London.

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Aliens of London: Part Five

I was still smiling as I was escorted towards a car. For getting arrested at what seemed like the entire British military force, the car seemed deceptively simple. But the Doctor simply slid into the car without any arguments, Rose following him. The policeman next to me gestured and I nodded before climbing inside. Now I've been in police cars before and they certainly weren't like this. Leather seats, tinted windows, it felt like we were in the Godfather or some other movie.

"This is a bit posh," Rose grinned as the car started up, "If I'd known it was like this, being arrested, I would have done it years ago," she turned to look at me, "Was it like this when you got arrested?" I glared at her, and she mouthed an apology to me," I turned to look out of the window, watching the houses go past. I really did not want to discuss methods of being arrested.

The Doctor broke the tension that had erupted between us, "We're not being arrested," he told us. "We're being escorted," I blinked in understanding. Of course, that made the existence of this car so much obvious than using it to transport us to the nearest police station. Although in every defence the presence of the army hadn't exactly proved that they were going to be escorting us.

Rose was still confused, "But where to?" she asked him, and I looked over to them, clasping my hands together. I wanted to know what was happening at the moment. Pigs that were now aliens, wreckages that were now deliberate and arrests that were now escorts.

"Where do you think?" he answered back, with a grin, "Downing Street of course," I had to take a second to process that. Did he just say in all honesty: Downing Street?

"D-Downing Street?" I stuttered slightly, and he laughed, "Not...Ten Downing Street?" his smile answered my question, and I laughed outright, a hand coming to my mouth in faint shock, "You are joking...we're going to Ten Downing Street? The house where the Prime Minister lives? That Ten Downing Street? But how come?"

"Where else would we go?" he shrugged, and I laughed, shaking my head. He turned slightly serious, "I'd hate to say it," he carried on, "But Rickey was right, I've been visiting this planet, plenty of times, and over the years, I've been...noticed,"

I grinned at his enthusiasm at what was happening, "And now they need you?" Rose asked.

"Well," he puffed up a little, "Like they were saying on the news, they're gathering experts in alien knowledge," he wasn't afraid to big himself up about his expansive mind as was evident from his very smug smile, "And who's the biggest expert of them all?"

"Patrick Moore," I replied, my voice deliberately bland. He frowned at that and I snorted with laughter, "Oh, don't you just love it? Your day starts out getting slapped by my mother and apparently ending in getting escorted to Downing Street. This day is just getting...weirder by the second,"

He shrugged, his grin painted back onto his face again, "Never a dull day," he said, "But I can tell you, Lloyd George, he could drink me under the table any day," he frowned, "Who's the Prime Minister these days?"

Rose raised a hand, "Don't look at me, we've missed a year," she told him, and I looked out of the window to see the familiar black gates of Downing Street getting closer by every second. Downing Street and a lot of reporters. As someone who had lived in London her entire life, I had walked past those gates countless times before, been a part of the crowd that all jostled for a look of someone or anything coming out of the famous House. Now I was actually going to step inside it, "Can you see anything?" Rose asked.

"Reporters," I answered distantly, "Lots of...reporters," I settled down on the seat, "Well at least Mum will know that we're all right. We are about to step outside into a media thunderstorm, I'm sure we'll end up on some news channel who are all wondering who we are and what exactly we are doing going into Downing Street and all," the car stopped with a swift halt, and the door on my side opened. I slid out, and was immediately blinded by the flash of countless cameras. I wondered how celebrities could stand it constantly, probably explained why most of them wore sunglasses.

Rose was wearing the same expression that was on my own face. We were slightly out of our depth, and not really fitting in with the uniformed suits of the police and bodyguards that surrounded the place. The Doctor, on the other hand and almost naturally, was the complete opposite. A large wide smile on his face he waved happily to the crowd who clicked away at him. Never bashful of the attention that he was getting, and from the questions that the reporters were shouting out, they clearly thought he was someone important. I merely shook my head, walking into the house which the police ushered me through. I glanced at the door seeing the familiar 10 that shone brightly at me. A week ago if you had told me that I would be seeing this up close, I would have said that you were insane. But it would have been a wonderful way of being proved wrong.

The hallway was filled with official looking people, some of them being the people that we had seen from the news; the people from UNIT, other people however were dressed in plain suits, looking completely ordinary. But these were all people that were experts on aliens...people that knew about aliens. You really couldn't help but feel a little low in self esteem around them. Here I was, a shop girl, surrounded by people who knew about aliens as a living, probably scientists and other very clever people. All the experience I had with aliens consisted of ghosts, human trampolines and plastic dummies. But then none of these people were travelling with the greatest expert of them all. That had to count for something.

"You all right?" I jumped slightly as the Doctor's voice sounded behind me. I hadn't heard him come in, "It's a little busy in here. I wonder why they need so many experts. I mean they have me, don't they think that's enough?"

"Probably want a second opinion," I informed him, folding my arms and grinning, "So this UNIT is from the United Nations?" he nodded, "So they've known about aliens for years now, a whole organisation dedicated to fighting and researching aliens," he looked at me expectantly, "And no one knows about it. No one in the world,"

He looked slightly concerned, "Well not no one," he dithered a bit, before sighing, "You try explaining to the whole world that there are others in this huge universe. Other species, and other planets and other worlds," he shrugged, "It's huge to take in all at once. Not like the crash landing in the Thames, that was small enough to show the world," I raised my eyebrow, "Figuratively speaking. But if you shoved the whole truth onto the Earth, telling them of aliens and ideas way beyond this world? It would be anarchy. Slowly and steady wins the race. And the human race doesn't have the best track record with dealing with new things...and old,"

"You told us," I responded, thinking about it, "Rose and I, you told us about aliens and other worlds, you've showed them to us. Humans can take a lot in, accept the impossible truth. I'm proof of that," I let out a breath, "Don't you think that the rest of the human race could handle it as well?"

"Yeah, well you're special," he reasoned and I felt a slight blush on my face, "One in a thousand who can handle what reality is," he smiled, "Not everyone is accepting as you. I mean when we went to Platform One you never questioned the people there. You talked to the Face of Boe without hesitation. It's rare for someone to do that,"

"Oh, I questioned it," I corrected him, "Don't you remember? I definitely questioned it...but I didn't...I don't want it to rule my life. I've got so many problems already, that I don't want to be afraid of things that I don't need to be afraid of," he opened his mouth, "Excluding the wolf phobia," I interrupted him, "I'm just going to have to work through that as it comes. But this universe is big...just make sure we don't visit any Planet of the Wolves and I will be fine and happy," I looked around the room, "Maybe it's the fact that I never was very good at making friends amongst humans that I can handle this?"

"Maybe," he agreed, "Still," he clasped my hand in his, "I'm glad you're here," I grinned at him, "Now all we have to do is find the alien threat, see what exactly it wants with the Earth and everyone in it, and decide whether we ought to send it packing back to wherever it came from,"

"All in a day's work," I quipped.

He nodded, "You're getting the hang of this," he congratulated, "The next step is to not fall over when the TARDIS is flying," I grimaced at that slightly, and he broke into laughter. The TARDIS in flight was not one of the calmest ways of flying, "You'll feel fine after a couple more journeys,"

I was about to reply with something along the lines of having seatbelts, but a dark haired man suddenly raised his voice to silence the conversation that permeated the room, "Ladies and gentlemen," he called, "Can we convene? Quick as we can, it's this way on the right," he showed the way through a set of double doors, "And can I remind you, ID cards are to be worn at all times," he held up one to show us. The Doctor pulled me towards him, and I grabbed hold of Rose's hand at the last second. The man looked over us before giving an ID card to the Doctor, "Here's your ID card, I'm sorry but your companions," he looked at Rose and I, "Don't have clearance,"

The Doctor strung the ID around his neck, the tag looking rather awkward on him, "I don't go anywhere without them," he informed the man briskly, folding his arms as he made the point. I smiled at the man, "They're staying with me,"

"No, you're the Code Nine, not them," the usher told him, and from behind him, I saw a woman half turn towards us as if she recognised what that meant. She certainly was listening to our conversation, "I'm sorry, Doctor, it is the Doctor, isn't it?" the man in question nodded his answer, "But they'll have to stay outside," the Doctor opened his mouth, but was quickly cut across, "I'm sorry, but even I haven't got the clearance to go in there. I can't let her in and that's a fact,"

"Excuse me," the woman walked over to us, "Are you the Doctor?" she asked, but the Doctor and Rose were already talking about the conference. She looked over to me, "Is he the Doctor?"

"Yeah, who wants to know?" I inquired, before raising a hand to stop the man from interrupting, "I know that I can't go inside, I know I don't have clearance. My sister and I are going to stay out in the corridor while our friend is going to hear what is being said," I informed him and he looked annoyed, "Sorry," I apologised, before turning to the Doctor, "So we're staying here and you are going to go and talk to the experts?"

"In a sentence," he replied and I nodded. He pointed a finger at me, "Don't wander off," he said clearly, "And don't go getting yourself into any trouble. These might be the four safest walls in the country, but keep an eye out for trouble, and avoid it,"

I laughed, "What could possibly happen in Ten Downing Street?" I questioned, "Go on, we'll be find, nothing will happen," he jerked his head once before going into the conference. I looked at Rose, "Nothing is going to happen, is it?"

She chuckled, "I doubt it," she answered, "As the Doctor said this might be the four safest walls in the country," I viewed the security guards, "There certainly is enough guards to prevent anyone from getting in. We're going to be fine, nothing will happen here," we turned to look at the woman who had asked me about the Doctor, and the man who were talking to each other.

"It's all right," she seemed to be reassuring him, "I'll look after these two, let me be of some use," the man nodded reluctantly and immediately she steered us around to go through the doors, "Walk with me," she told us, "Just keep walking, don't look around," Rose and I shared a look, she seemed almost scared of something, "That's it," she held up a ID card, "Harriet Jones, MP for Flydale North," she led us into an alcove, "This friend of yours," she looked down, "He's an expert, is that right? He knows about aliens?"

Rose and I shared another look of suspicion, "Why do you want to know?" Rose asked her, but tears were already sliding down Harriet Jones' face, "Hey, are you all right?" she placed a hand on the older woman's shoulder, "What's the matter?" she guided Harriet to a chair, "Sit down," Rose looked up at me, "Do you think you can get some water?"

"Sure thing," I agreed, walking back into the hallway, "Hey!" I called to the man who turned around to look at me, "Is there any water that I could have, it's rather warm in here," he sighed, passing me an unopened water bottle from under a desk, "Thank you very much," I went back to Harriet and Rose, opening the bottle and handing it to her, "Drink, you'll feel better,"

Harriet took a shaky sip, "I'm sorry, I don't often do that," she said, holding the bottle tightly, "It's just that..." she looked up, "I've seen an alien, here, in Downing Street, not half an hour ago," tears were still sliding down her face, "They killed a man and did..." she shook her head, "I can't tell you, it's too horrible,"

"You think you can show us?" said Rose to her, and Harriet looked towards the security men, "Don't worry about them, we can get past them easily. Please can you show us," Harriet rose on shaky legs before making her way up the stairs. Rose and I had no choice but to follow her.

We walked into a largish room, and Harriet picked up something from the floor. I recoiled slightly, seeing that it was the size of a man. I touched it and flinched back when I felt skin, "They turn the body into a suit," Harriet explained, "A disguise for the thing inside..." she placed her hands to her mouth in order to stop herself from crying.

"It's all right," Rose reassured her, "We believe you," she looked around, "It's alien, but whatever it might be, they must have some serious technology around somewhere which is behind this," she started to open drawers and I quickly followed her example, "If we could find it, we could use it," I opened a cupboard, before shrieking as a body fell on me, "Alice?"

I pushed the body off me onto the floor, before shaking myself all over, "A body," I said, turning to her, pointing at it, "A bloody body fell on me!" I shuddered, "A body in a cupboard, that's a first," I turned it over with my foot, before frowning, "He looks familiar," I looked at Harriet, "Is that-?"

"Harriet, for God's sake!" the man in the hall was back, and walking furiously towards us, "This has gone beyond a joke, you can't just walk around..." he trailed off as he saw the body that Harriet, Rose and I were standing around, "Oh my God, that's the Prime Minister,"

Oh. I looked down at the body of the Prime Minister. Damn. I didn't think that it looked very good for us three to be crowded around the dead and clearly murdered corpse of what was the most important man in the country, "We didn't kill him," I informed him and everyone turned to look at me, "He was in the cupboard and fell on me when I opened it," it sounded better inside my head so I tried a different tactic, "Are you sure that this is the Prime Minister?"

Before he could answer there was a giggle behind him. We all looked into the face of a rather squat, blonde haired woman, who was grinning at us with something akin to childish glee, "Oh, has someone been naughty?" she inquired, and her stomach made an awful squelching noise.

The man looked completely confused, "But that's not possible," he told her, as she walked towards us, the smile still plastered over her face, "The Prime Minister left Downing Street this afternoon, he was driven away..." realisation shone over his face as he looked at her.

"And who told you that?" she laughed, raising her shoulders in glee, "Me!"

And then she did something...something odd. She reached up into her forehead, dragging something that seemed like a zip from left to right. Blue crackling light shone out from behind that zip and suddenly I realised what exactly had inhabited that skin suit that Harriet had found. From what I could see as it dragged the skin suit down bit by bit, the alien was green, had very big eyes, and huge claws. And it was currently in the room with us. Well this broke the order to stay out of trouble from the Doctor.

When the skin suit was finally completely off, the creature rose up to about eight feet tall. Somewhat taller than us, and from the talons that it clicked at us, it was clear that even with four of us, we were hopelessly outmatched. With a roar it grabbed the man in front of us, pinning him to the wall, screaming. Harriet, Rose and I could only watch as his screams finally died and fell onto the ground as dead as the Prime Minister.

And from the look at the alien, it was clear that we were next.

So that's it with Aliens of London. World War Three next. See you then.