"... So, basically, we're not allowed on top of the Glass Pyramid, but Mr Time Lord here was hell bent on doing it because, who even knows why he even does things?" Jack shrugged, and the Doctor scowled at him. "I do."

"Yeah, whatever, so anyway, the people there have psychic training, meaning the psychic paper won't affect them and it's making me question the use of psychic paper in the first place-"

"-especially since the last time you used it, you ended up embarrassing yourself big time-"

"Shut up Liza- anyway, we had to come up with a distraction, and Rose and Liza didn't want to go up because neither of them wanted to break the law. Bullshit, if you ask me, the two of them nearly got the three of us executed in the Khaides Islands-"

"How were we even supposed to know that it was illegal to pick up a rock from a random street!"

"It was one of the queen's wedding stones, those things are practically sacred!"

"That doesn't mean she should start screaming her head off when we picked one up!"

"Rose-" She turned to me, "She was screaming her head off as she yelled 'off with your heads'."

Everyone burst into laughter at that. Except for the Doc. I turned to see what he was doing, and realised why. He'd seen the damn newspaper. "Doc, don't-"

He didn't listen to me as he walked toward the old man who was reading the newspaper and snatched it from him. Dude had zero subtlety. Zero. I buried my face in my hands and shook my head.

I jerked back into reality as the Doctor dropped the newspaper in front of all of us. Rose and Mickey grabbed the newspaper and started fighting for it, but I grabbed it from the two of them. "There's no point in reading that. She's the Mayor of Cardiff and you guys didn't kill her. End of story."

"But how did she survive?! I blew 'em all up with the missile I launched!" Mickey exclaimed.

"Short range teleport, and the rest of them aren't alive in case anybody was wondering, the teleport only carries one person and Blon could only save herself."

"This is an episode." The Doctor said, and I nodded. "Yup."

"That's why you were postponing Cardiff until the point where the TARDIS would've thrown us all into who knows where because she's out of fuel and is hangry."

"She gets hangry?" I didn't know whether to laugh or not because despite this being a serious situation, the fact that the Doctor was able to say that with a straight face cracked me up.

"She's a sentient spaceship. Of course she gets hangry." He said it like it was the most obvious thing ever. Cute. Wait what? No, not cute.

"Okay, guys, we're talking about a murderous alien in a position of authority here, not about a spaceship's food habits." I turned to Jack, who looked exasperated with us.

"How are you able to say that with a straight face?"

He smirked at me. "It's one of my many talents."

"I thought we were talking about a murderous alien in a position of authority." The Doctor scowled at Jack, who smirked. "Relax, greenie, we'll get to that."

"No, we're getting to it now!"

"Not yet. I need a jacket." The Doctor stared at him, and he threw his hands up. "What? If we're gonna catch a murderous alien, we need to look good doing it!"

"That's actually a good point- I think I'll need my jacket too." I said.

"You're just saying that because you're cold and you need an excuse to wear a jacket but you're not actually saying that because you don't want people knowing that you're not as cold resistant as you make out to be." The Doctor deadpanned. I scowled at him. "And you wear your leather jacket because it's common knowledge that you look like a "regular ape" with your jumper on. Also, don't ever take that thing off, you look ridiculous without it and practically the entire fandom classifies that as being naked."

Him and Jack looked at me as if I'd just told them that Jack would become the Face of Boe. I shrugged. "The Doctor without his jacket or coat is basically a public scandal."

"At this point, I swear you're more attached to my jacket than I am."

"I've known you to look like this ever since I was ten years old, so yes."

"Shouldn't we be handling the whole Slitheen problem instead of talking about leather jackets?" The three of us turned to Mickey, who was staring at the three of us incredulously.

I shrugged. "Yeah, but we're infamous for changing the subject,"

"But we do get to it eventually." Jack held out a finger. "That's a promise."

We all went to City Hall and stood in the foyer as Jack looked at his vortex manipulator. "According to intelligence, the target is the last surviving member of the Slitheen family, a criminal sect from the planet Raxacoricofallapatorius, masquerading as a human being zipped inside a skin suit."

"Thank you for providing us with information we already know." I muttered. He looked down at me, scowling. "Thank you as well for that sarcastic remark."

I mock-curtseyed. "And thank you for that sarcastic remark."

The Doctor cleared his throat. Jack threw his hands up. "Okay, plan of attack, we assume a basic fifty seven fifty six strategy, covering all available exits on the ground floor. Doctor, you go face to face. That'll designate Exit One, I'll cover Exit Two. Rose, you Exit Three. Mickey Smith, you take Exit Four. Liza,"

I held my hand up. "Already have a thing to do. Spoilers."

"Okay. That wasn't frustrating at all, anyway. Have you guys got the plan?"

The Doctor frowned and I had to suppress a laugh. I looked down and mouthed the words as he said them. "Excuse me, who's in charge here?"

"Sorry. Awaiting orders. Sir." I pressed my lips together, clutching the Doctor's arm to prevent myself from laughing hysterically.

"Right, here's the plan. Like he said." He grinned. "NIce plan!"

"Leadership freak." I muttered.

"Secret freak!" He protested and I shrugged. "Spoiler freak, but whatever."

Jack cleared his throat. "Present arms." He held up his phone, and we all did the same thing. "Speed dial?" He asked.

"I don't need speed dial." I held up my smartphone, which looked extremely out of place in this time period. "See you all in hell."

I was waiting below the Mayor's window when Blon climbed out of the window. I ran below the building to hide, when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I didn't answer it- the dude was basically above me on the balcony. He could wait.

The Doctor and the secretary were yelling at each other on top of the balcony as Blon reached the bottom of the ladder. She presumably spotted Rose and Jack coming at her from opposite directions. She pulled her teleport out as the Doctor yelled, "Margaret!"

This was it. I jumped out from where I was hiding, accidentally tripped over something and fell on top of her. I grabbed the teleport as the Doctor, Jack and Rose came running. I stood up, pushing my hair off my face and pretended that I intended to fall on her all along. However, nobody seemed to notice that the tripping part was an accident. Thank God.

"One Raxacoricofallapatorian plus her teleport." I threw it to the Doctor, who was grinning at me. "You're fantastic!"

"Thanks." I grinned, trying to suppress the heat rushing to my cheeks as Mickey came running, a bucket and some toilet paper stuck to his shoe. I walked back to the Doctor and Rose as Blon finally got up, scowling at us.

She brushed her skirt and bared her teeth at me. "This is persecution. Why can't you leave me alone? What did I ever do to you?!"

I bit my lip as the Doctor said, "You tried to kill me and destroy this entire planet."

"Apart from that!"

"Your brother almost killed my mum!" Rose said. "Twice!"

"Ah, you see? That there is the biggest crime you can commit." The Doctor said.

"What are you doing here anyway?" Mickey said.

"And why should I tell you that?"

"Lady, if you haven't noticed, it's five against one and we have your teleport." Jack said.

"Not to mention, you can't pull your zipper stunt here because one, it's broad daylight, and two," I pulled out a small bottle from my pocket and held it up. "Concentrated vinegar. You have no choice."

"When did you even get this?!" The Doctor asked me.

"Ever since we met Jack, I'd been carrying this thing everywhere since this episode was due anytime. Especially after the whole Blathereen fiasco in Justicia."

"I know I already said this, but you are-"

"Fantastic, we know, Slitheen in front of us, remember?" Jack gestured to Margaret. "Interrogate now, flirt later."

I opened my mouth to say something, but he held up a hand. "Interrogate now."

"So you're a Slitheen, you're on Earth, you're trapped. Your family gets killed but you teleport out in the nick of time. You have no means of escape. What do you do?" He gestured to the model of the nuclear power station on the table. "You build a nuclear power station, but what for?"

"A philanthropic gesture. I've learnt the error of my ways."

"And it just so happens to be right on top of the rift." The Doctor raised his eyebrows.

"What rift would that be?"

"A rift in space and time. If this goes into meltdown, the entire planet would go," He imitated an explosion. Very poorly.

I tilted my chin, "Well, I mean, she did intend to destroy the planet last time,"

"And this station is designed to explode the minute it reaches full capacity."

"Didn't anyone notice?" Rose looked up at the Doctor. "Isn't there someone in London checking this sort of stuff?"

"We're in Cardiff. London doesn't care. The South Wales coast could fall into the sea and they wouldn't notice. Oh. I sound like a Welshman. God help me, I've gone native."

"It also doesn't help that you've basically killed anyone who noticed." I shrugged. She opened her mouth to say something, but I interrupted her. "Yeah, yeah, I know, you didn't kill that one person, but according to the Doctor, it takes five positives to counter a negative, meaning you should spare five times the people for it to actually be considered good."

"One, that's when it comes to psychology, and two, saving someone doesn't make up for killing someone. And anyway, you're gonna be destroying the world-"

"But why would she do that? A great big explosion, she'd only end up killing herself." Mickey asked.

"She has a name." Blon hissed.

Mickey scoffed. "She's not even a she,she's a thing."

"If you use that logic, he's also a thing, and he's not." I gestured to the Doctor.

"Thanks!" He grinned at me. "And to answer Ricky's previous question," He walked toward the model, pulled off the middle, startling everyone except me, and flipped it around. Jack came to see it and gasped. "Fantastic," The Doctor whispered.

"Is that a tribophysical waveform macrokinetic extrapolator?" Jack gasped.

"Couldn't have put it together myself." The Doctor said, as Jack grabbed the tribo- you know what? I'm not even gonna bother. Jack grabbed the technobabbly thing and walked toward the table. "Ooh! Genius! You didn't build this."

"I have my hobbies." Blon said. The Doctor, however, seemed to have noticed the name of the company. He stared at the banner as everyone else was talking. I went to stand next to him. I don't know why, I just did. Maybe because he made everything a lot more interesting.

"You see the name there?" He murmured. I jumped. "How did you notice I was here? You were too busy looking at the name. Not to mention the fact that you're the most unobservant person ever! And also, yes, I do see the name."

"Rude, and also, you're not as stealthy as you think."

"Also rude-"

"Takes one to know one." He shrugged. "Anyway, I'm assuming you know what it means?" He shook his head. "Who am I kidding, course you do, that's why you told me to pay attention to 'Bad Wolf'."

I nodded. "Two words, they keep following us everywhere- any hints on what they mean?"

I shrugged. "I don't know how much I can tell you without accidentally giving away too much. But, they follow the person they're, um, I think meant for is the best phrase I can use. No, wait, no- hold on. Okay, Bad Wolf is a title for someone,"

"And it's gonna follow us around till someone takes on the title?"

"But it can only be taken on when all hope is lost, and the person who takes on the title will be the only person who knows what to do."

He nodded slowly. "Right. And when's that?"

"Really soon." I muttered. "Also, I can't tell you any more, I'm already seriously questioning whether I'm even supposed to tell you this much."

He shrugged and turned back to the others, who were arguing with each other. "Right," He rubbed his hands and walked toward the door. "Margaret, we're taking you home!"

"But wouldn't that be the easy option? Letting her go?" Jack asked as I passed him. I shrugged. "It's actually not as easy as you think."

"Oh my God, I can't believe we're going to Raxacoricofallapatorius!" Rose exclaimed. I'd taught her how to say it some time ago, and as expected, the Doctor was staring at her as if she'd told him his real name. Which, now that I think about it, would've been hilarious. And maybe a teensy bit dangerous. Fine, it would definitely be a lot more dangerous than I let on, but still.

"They have the death penalty." Blon said. The Doctor's face sobered up instantly. "The family Slitheen was tried in its absence many years ago and found guilty. With no chance of appeal. According to the statutes of government, the moment I return, I am to be executed. What do you make of that, Doctor?"

The Doctor looked conflicted. Guilty. Like all the times he talked about the War. I cleared my throat. "That you've pissed off more people than estimated? Yeah, that comes as a surprise to nobody."

She ignored me and turned to the Doctor, who deserved both a hug and a slap to the fact for going into 'blaming himself for a genocide he didn't even commit' mode. "Take me home and you take me to my death."

"Not my problem." Liar. It was always his problem. The tiniest thing happens and he just happens to be there, he blames himself.

I scowled as I was putting a few wires together, helping Jack out, as Margaret attempted to flirt with the Doctor to talk him out of taking her back to Raxacoricofallapatorius. She'd already played the pity card, the Time War card, the Time War AND pity card- I could go on. The worst part- he kept giving in every time.

"The extrapolator's top of the range." Jack said, and I jumped. "Where did you get it?"

"Oh, I don't know, some airlock sale?"

"Must've been a great big heist, but it's stacked with power."

"But can we use it for fuel?" He asked Jack, and then turned to me. "Are you alright?"

"One, we can, but I think we have to stay here overnight, and two, why wouldn't I be alright? It's what I've been all day."

"I'm in no hurry." Blon said in an extremely annoying tone.

"The police box is like an actual police box. We've got a prisoner."

"You're not just police, though. Since you're taking me to my death, that makes you my executioners. Each and every one of you."

"You deserve it." Mickey said. Finally, someone with common sense.

" You're very quick to say so. You're very quick to soak your hands in my blood, which makes you better than me, how, exactly ? Long night ahead." I looked up as she slowly made her way to the captain's chair and sat down. "Let's see who can look me in the eye."

I stood up and stared dead into her eyes. "You saw. At least now will you stop your 'holier than thou' attitude? Because it's really getting on my nerves."

"You claim to be close to the Doctor, yet you have no remorse."

"Your family was pronounced guilty for murder. Who knows how many people you've killed, how many planets you've destroyed for profit. Not to mention, you were ready to blow up Earth, killing billions of people in the process not less than a few hours ago. So shoot me for feeling no remorse."