Chapter 18: Let's Blow Up Downing Street!

A/N- Hey everyone! I have an announcement regarding this story. I have recently gotten a job at an overnight summer camp with no wifi. What this means is that I won't be about to update as often as I usually do. Every three weeks or so I do get a couple days off to go home for a bit. I'll be trying to update then. All and all, for the next two months my updating schedule will be all over the place but after the summer I'll try to get back on schedule. I'm sorry for the inconvenience and I hope you guys understand.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, it belongs to BBC

Trouble- Imagine Dragons

So pray for me brother

I need redemption

I'm just a man

A man on a mission

I want no trouble [x4]

Pray for me sister

Give me a mention

I got no faith

And, oh, did I mention

I want no trouble [x4]

Kit was wondering around the halls trying to find the Cabinet Room. She snuck passed some guards who were roaming the area. Everyone seemed to be in a panic to really notice her. Finally, she found the Cabinet room but she was confused when she saw no Slitheens guarding it or at least trying to get in. She made her way cautiously towards the door. She was ready to start running if she saw one of the green aliens but none showed.

When she came to the door and she noticed it was sealed shut. She figured the Slitheen must have been here at one point. Kit wasn't sure how exactly she was going to get in. So, she did the only thing she could think of—she knocked.

She waited for a moment before the door open. When it did, there was a very angry and annoyed Doctor but once he saw that it was her, his eye light up.

"Kit, you're alive!"

"Yeah, I—"

She never got to finish her sentence because the Doctor pulled her in a bone crushing hug. He suddenly pulled back from her.

"You smell," he observed.

Kit frowned. "Well, that happens when you get Slitheen guts all over you."

He raised his eyebrow at her. "You managed to get one? How?"

Kit shrugged. "Oh you know, with the help of my new best friend vinegar."

He gave her a questioning look. "How did you figure out that vinegar killed them?"

Kit tried not to pale. "I, um, was hiding in a storage closet and, um, some vinegar spilled onto the Slitheen when it tried to get in."

The Doctor seemed to buy it as he smiled widely at her. "Well, aren't you lucky."

"You have no idea." Kit looked around still seeing no Slitheen or guards anyway. "Alright, time to update me. What the hell is going on?"

"I'll tell you inside." He motioned to the Cabinet Room.

Once Kit walked in, she could feel the tension. Rose was pacing back and forth. Harriet Jones was standing by the table with a worried expression on her face.

Rose stopped pacing when she noticed Kit walk in. "Kittredge, you're alive?"

"Don't act so surprised. You can't get rid of me that easily," Kit teased which caused Rose to roll her eyes.

"Well, we're happy to see that you're okay, although, a little smelly," Harriet piped in.

Kit sighed. "Yeah, I've noticed."

"Wait," Rose cut in. "If Kittredge was able to get here, does that mean the Slitheen are gone? Can't we leave?"

Kit shook her head. "There might not be any near the Cabinet Room but the place is still crawling with guards. It took me forever to get passed them all. We'll be caught within a second if we all go out there."

"So we still have no way out. Great!" Rose said bitterly.

"Who are you talking to?" Asked a voice that sounded like Jackie.

"Just Kittredge, mum," Rose replied into a phone on the table.

"Hi, Miss. Tyler."

"Oh, Kittredge, we though you we're dead!"

"Yeah, that seems to be the thought of the hour," Kit muttered.

"Can we please get back to the task at hand?" The Doctor interrupted.

"Right," Kit turned back to the Doctor. "What's happening? What did I miss?"

"In short form? The Slitheen are a family, not a race. They want to destroy the earth to make a profit," the Doctor explained.

Kit nodded. "That would explain what the Slitheen that was chasing me meant. He said his family would finally be rich and famous. But, how exactly are they going to do this?"

"They convinced the UN—the world—that aliens are here to attack the human race. They're receiving codes for a nuclear strike as we speak. That's why none are trying to break into the Cabinet Room."

Kit gulped. "Right, so I've miss quite a bit."

"And we're also stuck here with no way out and no plan," Rose added.

Kit looked up at the Doctor curiously. "Really? No plan?"

The Doctor didn't say anything, just crossed his arms and lead up against the wall. His face held neutral but Kit could still make out a worried expression.

Kit had a hard time believing that the Doctor didn't have some kind of plan. She had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn't telling them something. His silence was proving this theory. If he wasn't willingly telling them his plan, then that meant it was something that they weren't going to like. Kit thought it was best not to push. He would tell them when he was ready.

"Okay, so we don't have a plan. What do we have?" Kit asked.

"Well," Rose said slowly. "We have Mickey who's hacked into the UNIT website."

"And we have port," Harriet added, holding up the alcohol.

"Okay, let's forget about the port, although we may need that later. We have UNIT. We can do something with that. Mickey, do you have anything that could help?"

"I have loads of emergency numbers,"he paused. "But they're all on voicemail."

"Voicemail dooms us all," Harriet mumbled.

Kit sighed in frustration and rubbed the back of her neck. "No, that's fine. We can figure another way out. There has to be another way."

"There is another way," the Doctor finally spoke.

"What?" Rose questioned.

"There's always been a way."

"Then why don't we use it?"

"Because it's dangerous," Kit replied before he could. Green eyes started at blue. "Because it's stupid and because it'll probably get us killed. Am I right?"

"Yes," the Doctor said slowly. "I can't guarantee that you two will be safe." He looked at Kit and then Rose.

"Don't you dare. Whatever it is, don't you dare," Jackie bite out.

Kit shook her head. "Look, Doctor, I didn't decide to travel with you because I though things would be safe and full of rainbows. I figured that out the moment I met you. I know what I got myself into," she told him truthfully. "I figure your plan will probably save the whole world and if we don't then everyone dies. Well, if I have to decide between me dying or billions of people, I'm going to pick me."

The Doctor turned to Rose who hadn't said a thing. "Rose?"

"I'm with Kittredge. Do it."

The Doctor looked between the both of them in astonishment. "You two don't even know what it is. You'd just let me?"

"Yeah."

The Doctor looked over at Kit. She shrugged "I suppose—I mean—I figure; you need someone to help you make the hard decisions. So here I am, making the decision easier—do it."

"Please Doctor. Please. She's my daughter. Those two are just kids," Jackie cut in.

"Do you think I don't know that? Because this is my life, Jackie. It's not fun, it's not smart, it's just standing up and making a decision because nobody else will," the Doctor told her.

"But we are making a decision, Doctor. Do your plan, save the world," Kit retorted.

"But if I save the world then I'll lose the both of you." There was a long pause as he looked between the both of them.

"Except it's not your decision, Doctor. It's mine," Harriet interrupted, breaking everyone out of their trance.

"And who the hell are you?" Jackie questioned.

Harriet straightened. "Harriet Jones, MP for Flydale North. The only elected representative in this room, chosen by the people for the people. And on behalf of the people, I command you. Do it."

No one said anything. It was completely quiet. You could cut the tension with a knife. Then the Doctor gave Rose and Kit a mad smile and everyone went into action.

"How do we get out?" Rose asked as she jumped onto of the table.

The Doctor took the briefcase and opened it. "We don't. We stay here."

"Okay and how does that work?" Kit questioned.

"With this," he responded, holding up the emergency protocols.

"Should have figured this plan would have something to do with a large explosion," Kit muttered.

"Alright, Rickey, listen carefully. Use the buffalo password. It overrides everything," the Doctor told Mickey.

There was silence. "We're in. Here it is. HMS Taurean, Trafalgar Class submarine, ten miles off the coast of Plymouth."

"Right, we need to select a missile."

"We can't go nuclear. We don't have the defense codes."

"We don't need it. All we need's an ordinary missile."

Kit was starting to understand the Doctors plan. It was a good plan but definitely dangerous.

"I see what you're doing," Kit acknowledged. "Hit Downing Street then, no more Slitheen."

"No more Slitheen," he repeated, smiling at her and then turned back to the speaker. "Okay, Rickey, what's the first category?"

"Sub Harpoon, UGM-A4A," he told them.

"That's the one! Select. You ready for this?"

There was another long pause. "Yeah."

"Mickey the idiot, the world is in your hands."

"Oh god, we're doomed," Kit muttered under her breath.

"Fire!" The Doctor commanded.

"It's done."

Nobody moved. Nobody was sure what to do next. They had no way out. They were sitting ducks.

Harriet moved to the windows. "How solid are these?"

The Doctor shook his head. "Not solid enough. Built for short range attack, nothing this big."

"Great. Anyone have any other ideas?" Kit asked, feeling very stressed.

"I do." Everyone turned to Rose. "That's right, I'm making the decision. I'm not going to die. We're going to ride this one out." She went over to the closet door and opened it. "It's like what they say about earthquakes. You can survive them by standing under a doorframe. Now, this cupboard's small so it's strong. Come and help me. Come on!"

Harriet rushed over to help Rose. Kit stayed watching the Doctor. He wore a deep frown. He seemed to be deep in thought.

"It could work," Kit commented. "It's not a bad plan."

"It might not."

Kit shrugged. "I've done stupider things and I'm still alive."

"As stupid as hiding in a closet when a missile hits you."

She wanted to say yes but decided not to. "It's better then standing here while a missile hits us."

He shook his head like he was trying to get rid of his negative thoughts. "You're right. This could work."

"Good." She turned to Rose. "You guys almost ready?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"It's on radar," Mickey said suddenly. "Counter defence five five six."

The Doctor rounded the table. "Stop them intercepting it!"

"I'm doing it now."

"Good boy!"

"Five five six neutralised."

The Doctor unplugged the phone and rushed over to the closet. "All right you three, in!"

They piled into the closet. Kit squished between Rose and the Doctor. They took each others hand and held on tight. She really hoped this would work or her mission to save the Doctor would be coming to an end.

"Here we go. Nice knowing you three. Hannibal!" Harriet yelled.

Suddenly, a large explosion ripped through the air. The closet they were in shook violently. It then started to roll, throwing them all around. Her body hit every wall until she was sure she was covered in bruises. It felt like it wouldn't stop, that they would forever be rolling around in a closet. Thankfully, the closet finally came to a halt.

Kit didn't move. Even though the closet stopped moving, she still felt like the world was spinning. She sat up and held her head in her hands. Everything hurt. Her body was screaming.

"Is everyone alright?" Kit heard the Doctor ask.

"I think so," replied Harriet.

"Yeah, not too bad," Rose muttered.

"Kit?" The Doctor asked.

She groaned. "Other then the fact that I feel like I've been run over by a truck, I'm fine."

Everyone started to get up. Kit tried but ended up falling back down. Her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

"Careful." The Doctor helped her up. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, I'm just a bit dazed, although, I'm going to be sore for a week," she replied, rubbing her arm.

"I think we'll all be," he told her.

He then went over to the door and pushed it open. The sun streamed in and Kit blinked a couple of time from the hash razes.

"Made in Britain," Harriet smiled as they exited the closet.

A guard rushed over to them. "Oh, my God. Are you all right?"

Harriet took out her ID card and showed it to him. "Harriet Jones. MP, Flydale North. I want you to contact UN immediately. Tell the ambassadors the crisis is over. They can step down. Go on, tell the news," she directed.

"Yes, ma'am." The guard took off.

"Someone's got a hell of a job sorting this lot out." She paused but then turned back to them in horror. "Oh, Lord. We haven't even got a Prime Minister!"

"Maybe you should have a go," the Doctor suggested.

"Me? Huh. I'm only a back-bencher."

"I'd vote for you," Rose grinned.

"Yeah, me too," Kit added.

Harriet shook her head. "Now, don't be silly." She looked over at the mess. "Look, I'd better go and see if I can help. Hang on!"

Harriet took off towards the police. The Doctor, Rose and Kit followed right behind her. They made their way out of the rubble and down the street. They watched Harriet take charge and instruct the people.

"I thought I knew the name," the Doctor suddenly said. "Harriet Jones, future Prime Minister. Elected for three successive terms. The architect of Britain's Golden Age."

Kit looked around at the mess. People were everywhere running about. The building they were in was now in ruins. She suddenly felt laughter bubbling up and before she knew it she was doubled over.

The Doctor gave her a puzzled look. "What? What's so funny?"

"We blow up Downing Street!" Kit exclaimed. She knew she shouldn't have found that so funny but she was just so relieved that they made it. She couldn't help herself.

The Doctor and Rose glanced at each other but then also started to laugh. It was one of those moments that you just had to laugh at.