World War Three

10 Downing Street
2006

"Thank you all for wearing your I.D cards. They'll help to identify the bodies." Joseph taunted darkly as he pulled a small, black switch out of his pocket and pressed the button, causing said cards to burst with electricity, making everyone except for the Doctor to collapse in agony and even he struggled to stand against the onslaught of pain, clenching his teeth hard as he did. "Asquith" and Joseph looked on with maniac laughter, missing the Doctor's face turning into stern rage. He grabbed onto his I.D card and yanked it hard, snapping the chain and causing the electricity to be contained within his arm but slowly spreading again. He struggled to get to his feet, giving loud breaths as he did before moving in a predatorial manner to "Asquith" while they looked on with horrified eyes.

"Deadly to Humans, maybe." He taunted before inserting the card into 'Asquith's collar, causing the electricity to arc within him and Joseph through their linked collars, making them cry in agony and allowing the Doctor to race from the room. Rushing through the large building, he found a group of soldiers and clapped his hands. "Oi! You want aliens?! Well, they're inside Downing Street, now chop-chop!" His words moved the soldiers into action as they followed him out.

Jackie looked at the Slitheen with wide yet blinking eyes as it collapsed on its knees in agony, before the front door slammed open and Mickey came rushing into the flat. "Jackie!" He pulled out his phone to photograph it before grabbing a chair and slamming it hard onto the Slitheen, making it fall to the ground as he grabbed Jackie's hand and led her hastily out of the flat.

"Go!" Clara said, making Rose and Harriet follow her out of the room as 'Margaret' dropped Indra's body to the ground.

Despite the literally electrifying agony, Joseph reached towards "Asquith" and pulled out the card from its collar and throwing it on the ground, ending the arc and making them breathe a sigh of relief before letting out a loud groan from the pain. "Quickly! Reinstate my disguise! Hurry!" "Asquith" growled, making Joseph grab its skin and rush to place it back on. As they finished, the Doctor and a group of soldiers entered the room, making Joseph turn his face into fearful disdain.

"Where've you been?! I called for help; I sounded the alarm! There was this lightning and they all collapsed in front of me."

The head soldier moved to check. "I think they're all dead, sir."

"That's what I'm saying. He did it!" He said, pointing to the Doctor. "That man there!"

"I think you'll find that the Prime Minister is an alien in disguise…" He trailed off, realising how ridiculous he sounded. "That's never going to work, is it?" He asked a soldier.

"Sorry, no."

"Fair enough." He shrugged before racing from the room, being followed by the soldiers until he was cornered against a wall, raising his hands in surrender despite his grin.

"Under the jurisdiction of the emergency protocols, I authorize you to execute this man!" Asquith commands.

"Well, now, yes. You see…uh…the thing is, if I was you and I was going to execute someone by backing them against the wall, a little word of advice between you and me."

*Ding* The elevator opened behind him, making him back inside with his sonic out.

"Don't stand them against the lift." He taunted gleefully, using the sonic to close the door and send it up one level.

"No, wait! They're still in there, the emergency protocols!" Harriet called, making them stop to turn yet jump at the sight of "Margaret".

"Never mind that, now go!" Clara called, making them rush through a corridor, closing a door behind them so they could go through another route, jumping as they heard the door be destroyed by "Margaret". Running past the elevator, they wrench open the door as Clara sends the Doctor a smile which made him wink back.

"Hello!" He grinned cheerfully, distracting "Margaret" before closing the door again, sending it up to the second floor.

"Hide." Clara whispered, making Harriet hide behind a changer and Rose a curtain, with Clara behind a long drawer beside the sofa. "Margaret" then enters the room, growling in a sniggering manner as she does.

"Oh, such fun. Little Human children, where are you?" She singed. "Sweet little Humans come to me. Let me kiss you better, with my big green lips."

"I repeat, the upper floors are under quarantine. You will stay where you are, you will disregard all previous instructions and you will take your orders directly from me." Asquith orders as the elevator returns, him and Joseph stepping inside.

"Mr. Green, sir. I'm sorry but you've got to come with me. We should evacuate the entire building." The leader protested.

Joseph restrained his urge to roll his eyes. "Sergeant, have you read the emergency protocols?"

"No, sir."

"Then don't question me. Seal off Downing Street, secure the ground floor and if the Doctor makes it downstairs, shoot on sight!" He then pressed the button to proceed to floor 2, hearing the muffled voices of the Sergeant giving orders and the men shuffling about.

"Let the sport begin." Asquith said with a smirk.

Joseph winced as he let out a fart. "I'm getting poisoned by the gas exchange. I need to be naked."

"Rejoice in it." Joseph crooks an eyebrow at him. "Your body is…magnificent." They proceeded to unzip themselves out of their suits as the lift arrived, before proceeding to leave.

"It does us good to hunt, purifies the blood." "Joseph" said.

"We'll keep this floor quarantined as our last hunting ground before the final phase." "Asquith" said as they moved into the room where "Margaret" prowled, neither of them noticing the Doctor watching in a corner.

"My brothers." "Margaret" greeted.

"Happy hunting, sister?" "Joseph" asked.

"It's been wonderful. The more you prolong it, the more they stink of sweat and fear."

"Asquith" breathed deeply. "I can smell an old girl, a stale bird made of brittle bones." Harriet gained a look of shocked offense. "And two ripe youngsters, filled with hormones and adrenaline. Fresh enough to bend before they snap."

"One of them has that sweet smell, of a girl infatuated with a man. Her meal shall be ravishing." "Margaret" growled as she pulled back a curtain to find a squealing Rose. "Oh no, it's the wrong one." She whined slightly.

"No! Take me first! Take me!" Harriet yelled, attracting their attention. However, the door slammed open as the Doctor raced in with a fire extinguisher, before firing in "Joseph" and "Asquith"s faces, making them cry.

"With me, now!" He ordered. Harriet raced over to the Doctor while Rose ran around "Margaret", who sneered as she got ready to pounce.

"Don't you dare." Clara growled as she grabbed a chair and slammed it across "Margaret"s face, making her fall into the window and break some of the glass, cutting her skin and making her cry in pain.

"Clara, come on!" Rose said, pulling her over to the Doctor.

"You two alright?" He asked.

"Yeah." They said in unison.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked Harriet.

"Harriet Jones, MP for Flydale North."

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise." They sprinted out of the room, only having little time before the Slitheen caught up.

"We need to get to the cabinet rooms!" The Doctor said.

"The emergency protocols are in there!" Harriet said.

"Harriet Jones, I like you!"

"I think I like you too!"

Pushing open the door to said room, they rushed inside as the Doctor pulled out his sonic and grabbed a glass of whiskey before heading to the door as the Slitheen came closer. "Oi! One more move and my sonic device shall triplicate the flammability of this alcohol. Woof! We all go up, so back off!" To their surprise, the bluff worked as the Slitheen stood awkwardly. "Right then, question time. Who exactly are the Slitheen?"

"They're aliens." Harriet said.

"Yes, I got that, thanks." He rolled his eyes.

"Who are you if not Human?" "Asquith" asked.

"Who's not Human?" Harriet mumbled.

"He's not Human." Rose said.

"He's not Human?" Harriet raised her eyebrows.

"Can I have a bit of hush?"

"Sorry."

"So, what's the plan?"

"But he's got a northern accent."

"Lots of planets have a north." Rose quoted.

"I said hush. Come on, you've got a spaceship hidden in the North Sea. It's transmitting a signal and you've murdered your way to the top of government, but why? Invasion?"

"Why would we invade this godforsaken rock?" "Joseph" grumbled.

"Then why is the Slitheen race here?" The three exchanged looks of bewilderment.

"The Slitheen race? Slitheen isn't our species, it's our surname. Jocrassa Fel-Fotch Passameer-Day Slitheen at your service." Jocrassa bowed.

"So, your family?" The Doctor mumbled.

"It's a family business."

Clara looked at them with crossed eyebrows. "Then you're out to make a profit. What would this 'Godforsaken rock' give to you?" The three blinked before "Margaret" raised her clawed hand.

"Excuse me." "Margaret" said. "Your device will do what? Triplicate the flammability?"

"Is that what I said?" The Doctor asked with a snigger.

"You're making it up."

"Ah well. It did fool you, so haha." He taunted, making Clara giggle as he passed the drink behind him. "Harriet, have a drink. You're going to need it."

"You pass it to the left first."

"Sorry." He said, giving it to Clara, who handed it to Rose then to Harriet.

"Now we can end this hunt with a slaughter." "Asquith" said, grinding his claws together.

"There's a fascinating history here with Downing Street. Two thousand years ago, this was marshland. 1730, it was occupied by a Mr. Chicken. *Chuckles* He was a nice man. 1796, this was the cabinet room. Now if the cabinet's in session and in danger, these are the four safest walls in all Great Britain. End of lesson." The Doctor taunted as he lifted a latch by the door and pressed a button, causing steel to slide up in the door frame and closing it off along with every window in the room. "They were installed in 1991. That's three inches of steel lining every wall, window and door. They'll never get in."

Clara crossed her arms and crooked an eyebrow. "But we won't get out."

The Doctor bit his lip as she sniggered at his embarrassed blush. "Ah."

"He's safely contained. Now cut off communications inside that room, then summon the family. It's time we finished with this waste of a planet for good." Jocrassa ordered as the three left the room.

Asquith approached the Sergeant. "Sergeant. Now that the Doctor's been neutralized, the upper levels are out of bounds to everyone."

"Then, who are they?" He asked, pointing to the stairs where Margaret was motioning a large group of overweight people upstairs.

"Need to know, Sergeant. Need to know. I want you to liaise with communications. The Acting Prime Minister will be making a public address. He will speak to the nations of the world."

"Yes sir." They walked off. Upstairs, Joseph approached Margaret who was ticking off all the present family.

"Is that all of us?"

"All the family except for Sip Fel-Fotch. He's found a hunt of his own."

"Ah." They exchanged a knowing smile.

"You got anything stronger?" Jackie asked weakly as Mickey prepared a cup of tea.

"No chance. I've seen you when you've had a few and this isn't time for a conga."

"We've got to tell someone."

"But who do we trust? For all we know, they've all got those big bog monsters inside of them. This is what he does, Jacks, that Doctor bloke. Everywhere he goes, there's death and destruction and now he's got Rose in the middle of it."

"Has he got a great big green thing inside of him?"

"I wouldn't put it past him."

"No. You see the way him and Clara act? I don't think he'd do that to her."

"Well like it or not, he's the only person who knows how to fight these things."

"I thought I was going to die." Jackie mumbled, tears of fear coming into her eyes as she began to sob silently.

Mickey blinked as he started to feel tears in his own. "Come on, Jacks. If anyone's going to cry it's me. Now you're safe in my flat okay? No one's going to look for you in here, especially since you hate me so much."

"But you saved my life. God, that's embarrassing."

"You're telling me." They exchanged a small chuckle.

"I'm sorry, Mickey. I didn't mean to put you through all of that."

"It's not your fault." He said as they gave a small hug.

The Doctor carried Indra's body into the cupboard before placing a hand on his forehead to close his eyes. "Sorry." He mumbled before standing up to pace about the room. "Right, what've we got?"

"Nothing. This place is completely antique." Rose said. "What I don't get is when they killed the Prime Minister, why didn't they use him as a disguise?"

"He's too slim and they're big old beasts. They can only fit inside big Humans."

"My god, Clara was right."

"What?" He asked softly.

"She already guessed that there must've been rejects of people they couldn't use."

He looked at Clara with a soft smile as she blushed. "Well…I just…you know…looked about." She stuttered. "What about the device around their necks? What's that for?"

"It's a compression field, literally shrinks them down a bit. That's why there's all that gas, it's a big exchange. It's also a form of linked communication between them, kind of like a Facebook group message."

"Wish I had a compression field; I could fit a size smaller." Rose quipped, making them chuckle.

"Excuse me, people are dead. This is not the time for making jokes." Harriet reprimanded.

"Sorry, you get used to it when your friends with these two clowns."

"I heard that." They said in unison.

"That's a strange friendship." Harriet mumbled.

"Harriet Jones. I've heard that name before, Harriet Jones. You're not famous for anything, are you?" The Doctor asked.

"*Scoffs* Hardly. Just a lifelong back bencher, I'm afraid."

"Rings a bell, Harriet Jones." He mumbled before turning to Clara. "Do you know anything of her? Anything at all?"

She looked down in sadness. "Sorry. I wasn't paying attention to anything for five years." She mumbled.

He walked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Now don't start that again, Clara. It wasn't your fault." She nodded weakly as they embraced in a soft hug.

Harriet looked at them before turning to Rose. "Are they together?" She whispered.

"Not really. They're a couple of idiots." She whispered, making them smile. "Is there anything you can find in the protocols?"

"Well, it's a fat lot of use right now, I'm afraid. It lists all the people that could help in this situation and they're all dead downstairs."

"What about defence codes or something? Couldn't we just launch a nuclear bomb at them?"

Harriet looked at her with wide eyes. "You're a very violent young woman."

"I'm serious. What if we could?"

"Well, there's nothing on that in here. Nuclear strikes do need a release code, yes, but it's kept secret by the United Nations."

Clara pulled her head out of the Doctor's chest with furrowed eyebrows. "I'm sorry, can you say that again?"

"The codes?"

"All of it."

"Well…the British Isles can't gain access to atomic weapons without a special resolution from the U.N."

"Like that's ever stopped them." Rose mumbled.

"Exactly, given our past record and I voted against that, thank you very much. But the codes have been taken out of the government's hands and given to the U.N. Why did you want to know? Is it important?"

"Everything's important." The Doctor said, nodding to Clara with a smile.

"If we only knew what the Slitheen wanted or why they're here. Dear me, I'm saying 'Slitheen' as if it's normal." She mumbled.

"What do they want, though?" Rose asked.

"Well, if it's an invasion then it's a stupid one because they put the whole planet on red alert and they're just one family and they don't want 'Slitheen World'. They're a family business, so they're out to make money. That means that they want something that's here on Earth."

"Like what? Gold? Oil? Water?" Harriet asked.

"Not bad." Clara smiled.

"Thank you." Harriet smiled softly.

"Harriet Jones, why do I know that name?" The Doctor mumbled.

*Ring* *Ring*

"Sorry, that's me." Rose said, pulling out her phone.

"But we're sealed off. How did you get a signal?"

"He zapped it; Superphone." Rose said.

"Then we can phone for help, you must have contacts."

"Dead downstairs, yeah." He mumbled. "Who is it?"

"Mickey."

"Oh, tell your stupid boyfriend we're busy." He rolled his eyes, making Clara snigger.

"Yeah, he's not so stupid after all." Rose said, holding up her phone to him which was a sent picture of an electrified Slitheen. He crooked an eyebrow at this.

"Give him a call."

Rose complied, phoning up Mickey. "Hey, what happened?"

"There was an alien, Rose."

"Yeah, we figured that."

"No, no, no, not just alien but like, proper alien. All stinking, wet and disgusting. And more to the point, it wanted to kill us."

"I could've died." Jackie said in the background.

"Is she all right, though? Don't put her on, just tell me."

The Doctor snatched the phone out of her grasp, making her jaw drop incredulously before Clara put a hand on her shoulder. "Give me a mo." She whispered slyly, making Rose crook an eyebrow.

"Is that Rickey? Don't talk, just shut up and go to your computer." The Doctor said.

"It's Mickey and why should I?"

"Mickey the idiot, I might just choke before I finish this sentence but…uh…I need you." Clara and Rose sniggered at him, making him glare at the two. "Now, go to the U.N.I.T website." He moved over to the table and plugged the phone into a speaker, not noticing Clara moving over to him silently before grasping onto one of his ears and pulling hard. "Ow, ow, ow, ow!" He whined.

"Next time ask for it." She reprimanded before punching his shoulder.

"Ow! That hurt!"

"Aww, would you like me to kiss it better, you big baby?" She mocked, Rose laughing while Harriet smiled as she poured four glasses.

"I think there's other places that you could kiss."

"Oh really? Doesn't sound like there is."

"Not now, children." Rose groaned.

"Yes Mum." They said in unison.

"Doctor, it says "Password'."

"Buffalo. Two f's and one "."

"So, what's that website?" Jackie asked, pouring a cup of tea in the background.

"All the secret information known to mankind. See, they've known about aliens for years, they've just kept us in the dark."

"Mickey, you were born in the dark." The Doctor smirked.

"Oh, leave him alone." Rose grumbled.

"Thank you. Password again."

"Just repeat "Buffalo" every time it asks." He then rolled his hands over his face with a slight groan. "Big Ben; Why would the Slitheen go and hit Big Ben?"

"You said to gather the experts, to kill them." Harriet said, handing out glasses of whiskey.

"That lot would've gathered for a weather balloon; you don't need to crash-land in the middle of London." He said, smirking as Clara put her glass down with a small face of disgust.

"The Slitheen were hiding, but then they put the entire planet on red alert. Why would they do that?" Rose asked.

"Oh, listen to her." Jackie grumbled.

"Well, at least I'm trying."

"Well, I've got a question if you don't mind. Since those two walked into our lives, I have been attacked in the streets. I've had creatures from the pits of hell in my own living room and my daughter disappeared off the face of the Earth."

"I told you what happened."

"I'm talking to them. Because I've seen this life of yours, the both of ya and maybe you get off on it. Maybe you think it's all clever and smart, but you tell me. You answer me this: Is my daughter safe?"

"I'm fine."

"Is she safe? Will she always be safe? Can you promise me that?" The Doctor looked down for a moment as Clara rubbed her hand on his shoulder, making him smile sadly at her, which she returned. "Well? What's the answer?" There was a small ruffling noise for a moment.

"We're in." Mickey said.

That made the Doctor and Clara give a small breath of relief, as their answer wasn't a good one. "Now then, on the left at the top, there's a tab, an icon with little concentric circles. Click on that."

*Click* What then followed was a faint noise of electronic whirring on a loop. "What is it?"

"The Slitheen have got a spaceship in the North Sea and it's transmitting that signal. Now hush, let me work out what it's saying.

"They'll have to answer me one day." Jackie grumbled.

"Shush!"

"It's some sort of message."

"What's it saying?" Rose asked.

"I don't know, but it's on a loop. It keeps repeating."

*Ring* *Ring*

"Hush!"

"That's not me. Go and see who that is."

"It's 3:00 in the morning."

"Well go and tell them that." Mickey groaned.

"It's beaming out into space on a loop by a family business with profit in mind." Clara racked her brain.

"Clara?" He asked softly.

"Could it be-"

"Ah! It's him! It's that thing! It's the Slick-een!" Jackie shrieked.

"They've found us."

"Mickey, I need that signal." The Doctor protested.

"Never mind the signal! Get out, Mum! Just get out!"

"We can't. It's by the front door." The muffled sound of a Slitheen roaring was heard through the speaker. "Oh my god, it's unmasking. It's going to kill us."

"There's got to be some way of stopping them!" Harriet freaked in concern. "You're supposed to be the expert! Think of something!"

"I'm trying!" The Doctor cried as he rushed to the front of the room, Clara moving to join him as Rose and Harriet followed.

"I'll take it on, Jackie. You just run, okay? Just run and don't look back." The sound of crunching wood was heard as the front door to Mickey's flat was slowly torn apart.

"Doctor, please." Clara said imploringly.

The Doctor stared at her before determination burrowed into his eyes as he hastily nodded. "Right! If we're going to find their weakness, we need to find out where they're from, which planet. Judging by their basic shape, that narrows it down to five thousand planets within traveling distance. What else do we know about them, Clara? Information."

"They're green."

"Narrows it down."

"Good sense of smell."

"Narrows it down."

"They can smell adrenaline."

"Narrows it down."

"The pig technology." Harriet inputted.

"Narrows it down."

"The spaceship in the Thames, you said slipstream engine?" Rose inputted.

"Narrows it down."

"It's getting in!"

"They hunt like it's a ritual." Clara said.

"Narrows it down."

"Wait a minute!" Harriet said, making them turn to look at her. "Did you notice? When they fart, if you'll pardon the word, it doesn't just smell like a fart, if you'll pardon the word, it's something else. What is it? It's more like…um…"

"Bad breath." Rose concluded.

"That's it!"

"Calcium decay! Now that narrows it down!" The Doctor yelled, his tone getting gleeful.

"We're getting there, Mum!" Rose reassured.

"Too late!"

"Calcium phosphate, organic calcium, living calcium, creatures made from living calcium. What else…what else…hyphenated surname, yes! That narrows it down to one planet: Raxacoricofallapatorius!"

"Oh, great! We could write them a letter!" Mickey quipped.

"Get into the kitchen!" A slammed door followed by a rushing and scrambling sound was heard.

"Oh my god! It's going to rip us apart!" Jackie shrieked as the Slitheen tore through the front door.

"Calcium, recombined with the compression field; Ascetic acid, vinegar."

"Just like Hannibal!" Harriet realised.

"Just like Hannibal! Mickey, have you got any vinegar?"

"How should I know?"

"It's your kitchen!"

"Cupboard by the sink, middle shelf." Rose pointed out.

"Oh, give it here. What do you need?" Jackie asked.

"Anything with vinegar!"

Scrambling was heard as Jackie pulled out a jug onto the counter. "Gherkins. Yeah, pickled onions! Pickled eggs!"

"You kiss this man?" Clara quipped, making everyone chuckle.

The kitchen door was torn open as the Slitheen roared.

*Splash*

Utter silence fell for a moment until-

*BANG*

Everyone jumped slightly as the sound flared out of the speakers. "Ugh, alien bits! Disgusting!" Jackie whined, making them breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hold on, Hannibal?" Rose asked incredulously.

"Hannibal crossed the Alps by dissolving boulders with vinegar." Harriet said with a smile.

"Well, thank god for vinegar, eh?" Rose quipped making them laugh as they raised their glasses in a toast before drinking, the Doctor and Clara spitting out in disgust.

"God, I never listen to my own advice." Clara grumbled.

"I know. It's one of your redeeming qualities." He teased.

"Watch it." She warned.

"Ugh, seriously can we have a moment of peace?" Rose grumbled.

"Thank you." Harriet groaned, making the pair blush sheepishly.

"Sorry." They said in unison.

Asquith marched up to Joseph through the soldiers with a look of worried anger. "He's dead. Sip Fel-Fotch Passameer-Day Slitheen is dead."

"I felt it. How could that happen?" He mumbled.

"Someone must've gotten lucky."

"By the heavens, that's the last piece of luck anyone on this rock will ever have." He growled as they strode out the front door of Downing Street to the clamouring reporters.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Joseph called, making them hush despite the constant flickering of cameras. "Nations of the world, Humankind. The greatest experts in extra-terrestrial events came here tonight. They gathered here in the common cause for the good of this world, but the news I bring you now is grave indeed. The experts are dead, murdered right in front of me by alien hands. Peoples of the Earth heed my words. These "Visitors" do not come in peace."

"Listen to this." Mickey said, making everyone look at each other with furrowed eyebrows.

"Our inspectors have searched the skies above our heads, and they have found massive weapons of destruction, capable of being deployed within forty-five seconds."

"What?" The Doctor mumbled.

"Our technicians can baffle the alien probes, but not for long. We are facing extinction, unless we strike first. The United Kingdom stands directly beneath the belly of the mothership. I beg of the United Nations, pass an emergency resolution. Give us the access codes. A nuclear strike at the heart of the beast is our only chance of survival, because…from this moment on, it is my…solemn duty to inform you: Planet Earth is at war."

"He's making it up. There's no weapons up there, there's no threat. He just invented it." The Doctor shook his head.

"Do you think they'll believe him?"

"Well, they did last time." Rose pointed out.

"That's why the Slitheen went for spectacle. They want the whole world panicking, because you lot, you get scared then you lash out." He said, leading them to the door of the room.

"They release the defence codes…"

"And the Slitheen go nuclear."

"But why?" Harriet asked.

The Doctor pressed the button to pull back the steel wall, revealing three Slitheen standing there with Margaret.

"You get the codes and release the missiles. But not into space because there's nothing there. You attack every other country on Earth, then they retaliate and fight back. World War Three, the whole planet gets nuked."

"And we can sit through it, safe in our spaceship waiting in the Thames. Not crashed, just parked and only two minutes away." Margaret sneered smugly.

"But you'll destroy the planet, this beautiful place, what for?" Harriet asked.

"Profit." Clara said. "That's what that signal beaming into space is. It's an advert."

"Sale of the century." Margaret nodded with a smirk. "We reduce the Earth to molten slag then sell it, piece by piece. This rock becomes raw fuel, made of radioactive chunks, all capable of powering every cut-price star liner and budget cargo ship."

"So, even aliens can't escape the greed of money." Clara growled, clenching her fists.

"Of course not. There's a recession out there, Clara. People are buying cheap."

"At the cost of five billion lives?"

"*Scoff* Bargain."

"Then I'll give you a choice: Leave this planet or I'll stop you." The Doctor said.

The four before them burst into laughter. "What, you? Trapped in your box?" Margaret taunted.

"Yes, me." He said coldly, pressing the button without moving his hard stare, making Margaret's smirk falter as the wall closes.

Joseph and Asquith walk back to the stairs where the Sergeant stood on guard. "Sergeant. We'll take the call in the Prime Minister's office. Maintain your positions and good luck." Joseph said grimly, holding out a hand which the Sergeant shook. Asquith patted him on the back as they moved up the stairs and into said room, chuckling gleefully as the door closed behind them, meeting back with Margaret and the rest of the family, most of them in their real bodies.

"Look at that! The telephone is actually red!" Joseph almost squealed, making everyone snigger. "Now, how long till they phone?"

"Counting down." Asquith said.

Joseph looked up with an idea, turning to the rest of the family. "Victory should be naked." He smiled as everyone with their disguise still on moved their hands to their heads.

"All right, Doctor. I'm not saying I trust you; I mean I trust Clara more than you but there must be something that can be done." Jackie said.

"If we could ferment the porch, we could make ascetic acid." Harriet pointed out.

"It would take too long." The Doctor shook his head.

"Mickey, any luck?" Rose asked.

"There's loads of emergency numbers and they're all on voicemail."

"Voicemail dooms us all." Harriet groaned.

"If we could just get out of here."

The Doctor exchanged a sad look with Clara, who smiled softly at him and nodded. "There's a way out." He said.

"What?"

"There's always been a way out."

"Then why don't we use it?"

"Because I can't guarantee that your daughter will be safe, Jackie."

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

"That's the thing, if I don't dare, everyone dies."

"Do it." Rose said simply, making them raise their eyebrows at her.

"You don't even know what it is, you'd just let me?"

"Yes. You're my friend, the both of you. Of course, I would." She said softly.

"Please, Doctor, please. She's my daughter. She's just a kid." Jackie protested.

"Do you think I don't know that? Because this is my life, Jackie. It's not fun, it's not smart. It's people dying, and lives torn apart until someone stands up and makes a decision when no one else will."

"Because we don't walk away." Clara said, making him smile softly at her.

"Well, what're you waiting for?" Rose asked.

"We could save the world, but you could die." He said sadly.

"Except it's not your decision, Doctor. Nor is it Clara's. It's mine." Harriet spoke, straightening her back.

"And who the hell are you?"

"Harriet Jones, MP for Flydale North. The only elected representative in this room, chosen by the people, for the people and on their behalf, I command you: Do it." She said proudly, making his soft smile turn into an infectious grin.

"Quick, pass the protocols." The Doctor said, Harriet pushing them down the table to his reach.

"How do we get out?" Rose asked.

"We don't. We stay here. Oh, come on." He mumbled, flicking through the papers. "Got it. Mickey, get through the Royal Navy with that website. Use the 'Buffalo' password, it overrides everything."

"What're you doing?"

"Like he said, I'm hacking into the Royal Navy. We're in. Here it is, HMS Taurean, Trafalgar class submarine and ten miles off the coast of Plymouth."

"Right, select a missile."

"But we can't go nuclear, we don't have the defence codes."

"All we need is an ordinary missile. What's the first category?"

"Sub Harpoon, UGM-84A."

"That's the one, select."

"I could stop you." Jackie said, making them gulp.

"Do it."

"You ready for this?" A tense moment of silence followed.

"Yeah."

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

*Click*

"Oh my god." Jackie breathed.

"Doctor, how solid are these?" Harriet asked.

"Not solid enough. They were built for short-range attack but nothing this big."

"All right, now I'm making the decision." Rose said, making the Doctor and Clara exchange impressed looks. "We're not going to die; we're going to ride this out. It's like what they say about earthquakes: You can survive them by standing under a door frame. Now, this cupboard's small, so it's strong." She said, opening said cupboard. "Come and help me." She said, motioning everyone over to empty the room completely.

"The missile is on radar. Counter Defence 556."

"Stop them intercepting it." The Doctor called.

"556 already neutralized."

"Good boy." He then grabbed the phone from the table and rushed with everyone into the cupboard.

"It was nice knowing you all." Harriet said.

"Us too." Clara said, the Doctor and Rose nodding as they all grasped each other's hands.

"What do you mean, "Incoming"?" The Sergeant asked the soldiers at the computers. He simply pointed, which showed the radar and the missile only inches away from its target: Downing Street. "Get everyone out. Now!" He ordered, making everyone present move quickly as he rushed into the main hallway and smashed the fire alarm. "Everybody out! Now!" He ordered, racing upstairs through the rushing soldiers, he wrenched open the door to the Prime Minister's office." Sir! There's a missile-" He cut himself off as he saw the large group of Slitheen standing there, looking at him with something akin to incredulousness. "Sorry." He mumbled before closing the door and racing downstairs and out the front door, firing his pistol to attract everyone outside. "Run! Everyone run!" He yelled, making them rush in panic as he saw overhead the missile gaining closer, rushing out of range before the missile slammed into the building, exploding it in a mass of flames and rubble that went flying in all directions around it. All that was left was a black, steel container, dented and scorched amongst the rubble as its front door was kicked down, the group exiting it and coughing at the sudden welcome of smoke and ash.

"Made in Britain." Harriet said proudly.

The Sergeant saw them, rushing over with a concerned look. "Oh my god! Are you alright?"

"Harriet Jones, MP, Flydale North." She said, pulling out her I.D card. "I want you to contact the U.N immediately and tell the ambassadors that the crisis is over, they can step down. Go on, tell the news."

"Yes, ma'am." He said, rushing off.

"Someone's got a hell of a job sorting this lot out." Harriet grumbled before her eyes widened. "Oh lord! We haven't even got a Prime Minister."

"Maybe you should have a go." Clara suggested.

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

"I'd vote for you." Rose nodded.

"I would too, if I was Human." The Doctor shrugged making them chuckle.

"Now, don't be silly." She reprimanded lightly. "Look, I'd better go and see if I can help. Hang on!" She called, making her way in the direction of the Sergeant and a dozen reporters. The trio followed her slowly.

"I thought I knew the name: Harriet Jones, future Prime Minister. Elected for three successive terms and the architect of Britain's golden age." The Doctor said proudly.

"The crisis has passed! Ladies and gentlemen, I have something to say to you all here today." Harriet said, gaining the attention of the reporters. "Mankind stands tall, proud and undefeated. God bless humanity."

Returning to her flat, Rose was swept up in a hug by Jackie. "You alright?" Rose asked.

"Yeah, I'm alright. You?"

"I'm alright."

"How's your friends?"

"They're okay."

The Doctor and Clara returned to the TARDIS and re-powered her up again, before embracing each other, her head buried in his chest. "Don't worry, Doctor. I'm okay." She reassured.

"Rubbish. Of course, I worry about you." He said softly, making her smile as he placed a kiss on her head.

"Harriet Jones. Who does she think she is?" Jackie grumbled as Rose watched Harriet addressing reporters on the TV. "It should be you on there. My daughter saved the world!"

"The Doctor and Clara helped a bit."

"Alright then, them too. You should be given knighthoods."

"That's not the way he does things. No fuss about it, he just…moves on. Even Clara's not that different. But he's not that bad if you gave him a chance."

"Clara's alright, I like her. And he's good in a crisis, I'll give him that."

"Oh, now that the world has changed, you'll start saying nice things about them. Him particularly."

"Well, I reckon I've got no choice. There's no getting rid of them since you three are so close."

"We're just friends, Mum."

"That's what I meant. What did you think I was meaning?" She reprimanded, making them chuckle.

"Fair enough." Rose shrugged.

"By the way, what do they eat?"

"How'd you mean?"

"I was going to do shepherd's pie. All of us have a proper sit-down because…I'm ready to listen. I want to learn about that life you three lead. I mean, I don't know, he's an alien. For all I know, he eats grass and safety pins. How does Clara even put up with him?"

"I think Clara's the one that asks that question." Rose quipped, making Jackie laugh. "No, I'm pretty sure he'll have shepherd's pie. Does that mean you'll cook for him?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"If Clara wasn't there already, he would've met his match."

"Careful, Rosie, you're not too old for a slap. You can go visit your gran tomorrow. Better learn some French, since I told her you were in France." She said, moving into the kitchen.

*Ring* *Ring*

Rose pulled out her phone and looked at the caller, which read "TARDIS". Furrowing her eyebrows, she answered. "Hello?"

"Right, we'll be a couple of hours, then we can go."

"Hold on, where does the TARDIS have a phone?"

The Doctor gave a flustered cough. "On the front door. It's supposed to be linked to the console unit, but I keep forgetting to fix it. Wipe that smirk of your face, missy, it's not helping. Like I said, Rose, couple of hours. We've just got to send out this dispersal to cancel out the Slitheen's advert in case any bargain hunters turn up."

"Umm, my mother's cooking."

"Good. Put her on a slow heat and let her simmer." Clara giggled in the background while Rose tried to contain a smirk.

"She's cooking tea, for all of us."

"I don't do that. Even Clara's shaking her head. Wait, are you giggling or disagreeing? Okay, she didn't even answer."

"She wants to get to know you, the both of you.

"Tough, we've got better things to do."

"It's just tea."

"Not to us, it isn't."

"She's my mother."

"Well, she's not mine or Clara's." He quipped.

"That's not fair." Rose said in frustration.

"Well, you can stay there if you want. But right now, there's a plasma storm brewing in the Horsehead Nebula. Fires are burning ten million miles wide. I could fly the TARDIS right into the heart of it, then ride the shockwave all the way out, hurtle right across the sky and end up anywhere. It's your choice." The dial tone came through, making Rose glance off for a minute before she gained her answer, heading to her room to pack a bag.

"Rose? I was thinking, I've got that bottle of amaretto from New Year's Eve. Do they drink?" Jackie opened the door before looking at Rose, gaining a sad look of realisation. "I was just wondering whether they drink or not."

"They don't." Rose said.

"Don't' go sweetheart. Please don't go." Rose said nothing and continued packing. "I can get a proper job and work weekends. I'll past my test and if Jim comes around again, I'll say no."

"Mum, I'm not leaving because of you. I'm just traveling and then I'll come back."

"But it's not safe."

"Mum, if you saw it out there, you'd never stay home. Besides, they're good friends and I like them. Even if they can behave like children, they just make life seem…like it's happy. They make you want to feel like a kid again."

"Now they're sounding like Santa and his missus."

"Actually, that's a good way of putting it." She smiled as Jackie gave her a soft hug.

"Just stay safe out there, okay? Because if they don't bring you back, I'll slap them both to all the circles of hell."

"Of course, you would." Rose giggled.

Clara exited the TARDIS to see Mickey sitting by a wall, reading a newspaper with an incredulous face. "It's all done, miss." A kid of nine said as he picked up a bit of water and a few cleaning tools, with the 'Bad Wolf' graffiti now completely removed.

"Good. You graffiti that again and you'll have it. Now get back home." She said with a gentle smile as the kid then ran off with a childlike grin. She turned around as the Doctor came back out with a confused look.

"What was that about?"

"Kid graffitied the TARDIS, I made him clean it up." He crooked an eyebrow at her. "Don't." She warned with a sly smile, making them chuckle as they turned to Mickey.

"I just went down to the shop. And I was thinking that, with the whole world changed as there's aliens and spaceships in public but here it is." Mickey held up the paper which had the headline "Alien Hoax?" "How can they do that? They saw it."

"Humanity isn't ready yet. We'll be happy to believe in something that's invisible but if it's staring you in the face then we say 'Nope, I can't see it'."

"Yes, and there's a very good scientific explanation for that. It's called you're thick." He quipped, making them laugh.

"We're just idiots after all." Mickey said.

"Not all of you."

"Yeah?" He asked shyly.

The Doctor pulled out a blank disc. "Present for you, Mickey. That's a virus. You put it online, it'll destroy every mention of me. I'll cease to exist."

"Why would you do that?"

"Because you're right. I am dangerous, and I don't want anybody following me."

"And you let Clara come?"

"Clara comes by her own word. She doesn't have to come along if she doesn't want to." Clara gave him a gentle smile.

"And what about Rose?"

"Same thing with her. You could look after her, you know. Come with us."

Mickey shook his head. "I can't. This life of yours, it's just too much. I couldn't do it. Don't tell Rose I said that." The Doctor gave a nod to that as Rose and Jackie came over.

"You got enough stuff?" Clara quipped.

"You can talk." Rose teased, making them giggle. "The last time I stepped in there, it was a spur of the moment. Now, I'm signing up. Which means, you two are stuck with me." She said mockingly.

"Be a good boy and get her bag inside." Clara bumped the Doctor, making him sulk as he took Rose's bag from her.

"You should come with us, Mickey. There's plenty of room." Rose offered.

"Sorry, Rose. But someone's got to look out for us on the ground, eh?" Clara said, winking at Mickey when she wasn't looking.

"Sorry." Rose mumbled as she and Mickey shared a farewell peck.

"Good luck out there." Mickey said.

"You still can't promise me. What if she gets lost? What if something happens to you or the Doctor and she's left stranded on some moon a million light years away? How long do I wait then?" Jackie ranted.

"Mum." Rose turned her around. "You're forgetting; It's a time machine. I could go traveling around suns, planets and all the way out to the edge of the universe and be back just ten seconds after I left. So please, stop worrying."

"I'm your Mum, Rosie. I have to worry about you." She said sadly, giving her a hug.

"See you." Rose said softly before she and Clara entered the TARDIS, which then dematerialised after a moment. Jackie then looked down at her watch.

"Ten seconds." Jackie mumbled, making Mickey roll his eyes.

"It was a figure of speech, Jacks."

"Well, how should I know?" Jackie quipped lightly, making them chuckle as they moved away, Mickey back to his paper and Jackie to her flat.

AN: Thank you so much for reading and please leave a review if you wish. :)