Here's Chapter 6, guys - I'm sorry it diverts a bit from the plot, but I wanted to put Rose in the Doctor's position and have a bit of fun with her. I will seriously return to the main plot next chapter. Keep reviewing, can I thank Xxdoctorwho28fanxX, blackhairdye, daffodilTARDIS, I-Confuse-Everyone, and Cacunai. Thank you for reading and reviewing.
CHAPTER 6
In time, the alien guffaws faded to giggles, and just the occasional chuckle, then - nothing. Rose's stony glare had eventually worn them down. You just couldn't laugh through it. Well, at least I got something right, thought Rose. Must've inherited that from my mother. Praise be to genetics! Oh my god... I'm sounding like... like the Doctor.
Saying his name was painful, even now, but Rose knew now was not the time to break down.
Suddenly there was a splash from the bank a few metres away, and everyone looked over in time to see Harold explode from the water, carrying a bedraggled Jackie in his arms. The resemblance to Superman was amazing, and all the women tried their best not to gawp at him.
Harold must work out, thought Rose approvingly.
"Harold! You're alright!"
"Yup - I'm always alright, me!"
Setting Jackie down on the ground, Harold steeped back, then had to run in and catch Jackie as she swayed alarmingly where she stood. It was clear Jackie wasn't going to be doing very much after her ordeal.
"Alright," said Rose, trying to take control of the situation, while the alien horde was still confused.
"Harold, if you could look after Mum over there..." She gestured to a patch of dry land in the far corner under a tree, where she hoped any missiles the aliens tried to shot wouldn't land.
Watching Harold traipse off into the distance, Rose prepared to face the alien horde for - what was it? - the third time. It wasn't to be, however. Rose heard a furious rev, and suddenley everyone sprinted away from the shore. Too late, Rose realised what it was.
"Oh no - the boat - ARGH!"
The motorboat had exploded into that water feature, thanks to Harold's driving, and while the entire top had shattered from the impac, the boat's anchor had cought on to the base, forcing the motorboat to zoom around it in circles. The rusty anchor had soon broken, however, sending what was a harmless little tourist trap on a collosion course of death, directly at the group on the bank by the Houses of Parliament. Various assorted debris, including several disgruntled fish, were also being centrifuged at 90 miles per hour down the Thames.
As the boat rushed by, it sent out yet another torrent of water, drenching Rose for the second time that day. Now, no female Tyler can ever stand getting covered in muddy water like that, with no prospect of a hot shower, and Rose was really getting mad. She heard a wet squelch, and looking down, she noticed that in her fury, she had been squeezing the frog far too hard, and it's eyeballs were practically popping out of their sockets. She lessened her hold guiltily, then had an idea. A brainwave, even. Rose knew she had to stop that motorboat, otherwise she and the other innocent civilians were never going to get any peace again. She looked at the frog once more, and tested her aim. She had to do it now, and her shot had to be perfect. With a loud battle cry, she hurled the frog straight at the motorboat!
The frog closed it's eyes in terror as it hurtled through the air, however instead of landing on the power button as Rose had intended, it missed by centimetres and landed with a splat on the brake lever. It clung on to the end of the lever for dear life, and as the lever was loose from the constant jiggling at 90 mph, it slowly bent backwards. Rose could soon see the motorboat starting to slow, and she cheered the frog on for dear life. A few minutes later, the motorboat finally ground to a halt, and Rose stopped cheering. The alien horde were looking at her, completely bemused. In truth, they had never seen ANYTHING like this in all their field assignments. Something had to be wrong. Was this a practical joke or something?
Silence reigned yet again, and Rose experienced immense frustration.
"Can't a girl save the world in peace anymore?"
The aliens finally seemed to regain comprehension of the situation. Here was a little girl, covered in mud, trying to save the world... in peace? Now, they couldn't let that happen. The kitchen staff would be jeering at them for weeks on end.
The mushroom-head, as Rose liked to think of them, who was obviously in charge held a large black and fearsome-looking weapon at the Prime Minister's throat. Absoloutely terrified, Rose decided to give things a try anyway.
"Right, as I was saying..." She cleared her throat in an attempt to hide the tremble in her voice.
" I represent Planet Earth, and I demand that you let these people go!"
The mushroom-head leader spoke up in a husky and ego-centric Latin American accent.
"Or what - you'll throw a frog at me?" His companions roared with laughter, and Rose was enraged. What she wouldn't give to slap that guy senseless. But she didn't fancy getting herself killed just yet.
"Or...or... I'll use this!" She yelled suddenely, her eyes lighting up as she delved into her jacket pocket and produced the Doctor's sonic screwdriver.
The aliens all stared at the screwdriver. "What is that?" One of them asked. "A potato masher?"
"NO!" Rose was ingidnant. "It's a sonic screwdriver, and if you don't let all these people go now, and more importantly LEAVE, I'll ram this up your ass using setting... 682D - and that won't be pretty." She finished. She didn't have a clue about setting 682D, she just hoped it worked when the time came.
She heard a slow, mocking laugh from behind her. The alien squad commander, or whatever he was called, had painfully tied the Prime Minister to a tree and softly crept behind her. She whirled around as he pulled the firecest looking weapon from his belt. It looked kinda like a blak chainsaw, thought Rose. But it was huge - almost as tall as she was. The alien, who must've been around 7' 5'', had difficulty holding it upright. He turned, pointing the thing at wrought iron lamppost. He pressed a button, and a hatch opened, Jets of white-hot flames spewed out suddenley, vaporising the lamppost within seconds. The light was so bright Rose had to look away, but when she opened her eyes, the lamppost had completely disappeared. In it's place was a cloud of raidioactive ash that drifted away into the breeze.
It's owner chuckled, "Little lady, if you use that - I use this."
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