Minerva was not happy. She had locked herself up in her study on the Monsoon palace to do some reading - research, unknown to all - and decided not to come out until she had something conclusive to work with. The excuse she'd given to the Doctor to be on her own was that it was simple Queen work to do. If there was one thing the Doctor hated was royalty work. It was part of the reason why he always rejected the idea of being King to the Monsoon. He would much rather let his wife - the true heir to the throne - do her responsibilities for her people knowing that she was the absolute best person for it.

Unfortunately, being a Moontsay meant that there would be, inevitably, some secrets that the Doctor would have to come to learn.

This was what Minerva feared as she closed yet another journal. She rubbed her face while her other hand reached for the next book she would have to read. Her hand, however, felt nothing but the desk and its tools. She dropped her hand from her face and saw she'd gone through all the books and journals she'd set up earlier.

"And I've got nothing," Minerva muttered and pushed herself out of her chair. She walked for the shelves of books and began to pick her way through them.

Behind her, the icy-like door opened without trouble and in strolled in her grandfather, Mayar.

"Grandfather, when I close the door it's for something you know," Minerva said calmly while pulling a book out from the shelf.

"Well, when you do that for hours without the Doctor or anyone else, I tend to worry," Mayar noticed the desk full of various books. He eyed his granddaughter with concern and moved for the desk. "What are you doing, Kaeya?"

"Nothing to worry about," Minerva said all too quickly.

Mayar sifted through some of the books, reading the titles he saw out loud. "Legends of the Monsoon, Myths of Creatures - this is your great, great grandfather's journal?" he picked up a worn out, brown book from the pile and turned to Minerva questionably.

"Yes, while I'm glad it survived the Time War's ruins, it didn't exactly hold much for me," Minerva was beginning to pile on more books into her arms.

"Iman was a very delusional man throughout his life. You shouldn't pay much attention to what he decided to write down in this journal."

"Not exactly," Minerva turned around with a thin smile on her face. "I suspect grandfather Iman had a different perspective that most Moontsays disagreed with. I identify with him, to be honest."

Mayar eyed the blonde woman as she walked back and settled the new pile of books on the desk. "Iman spoke of things theories tied to our Gallifreyan roots during a time where we despised Time Lords. It's outdated information, really."

"Maybe some of you should have listened though," Minerva mumbled. "And now maybe I wouldn't be having to go through all these books."

"What are you looking for, Kaeya? Let me help you."

Minerva passed her hands through her hair, tucking bits behind her ears. "Grandfather, with all due respect, I don't...I don't think I should talk until I know things better."

"Clearly what you want is Moontsay origins-" Mayar gestured to the books as his evidencce, "-and there is no one better than me to help you with that."

Minerva sighed and bit her lip, crossing her arms while apprehensively staring at him. "I just don't know whether I should be talking about it. I haven't even told the Doctor about this."

"Clearly," Mayar said with hints of amusement behind his smile. "Or else he would've been here babbling on about what he knew." Minerva seemed in no mood to joke. Mayar walked back to the open door he left and closed it with lock. "Kaeya, speak to me. What's going on?"

Minerva reluctantly obeyed. She leaned against the desk and began in a quiet tone. "Lately...there's been a...a concept...an, um...premonition...that's been following us."

"And by 'us' you mean…?"

"My family," Minerva said gravely. "The Doctor doesn't see it yet but he's bound to at any moment and I can't help feel like it's familiar to me. This-this myth that I just can't remember. Some months ago we met a girl in a village - Ashildr - who was about to fight the Mire."

"Humans?" Mayar raised an eyebrow.

"The village, yes. And in the end, we saved it, but at a cost - Ashildr died. The Doctor and I made her a...a medically enhanced device that would heal her... constantly. She became immortal, basically, and we left her."

"You left her to live on a planet where the longest span of life equals to around 100 years?" Mayar shook his head. "Kaeya, why did you do that?"

"Because she didn't deserve to die, obviously. I don't regret saving her...I regret the way we had to save her."

"Have you seen the girl again? To explain everything to her?"

"Oh, the Doctor and I bumped into her a couple weeks ago in some...historical era of the Earth. She calls herself 'Me' and do you know why?" Minerva sighed. "Because she's lost almost everything, including her real name. Lady Me is what she is now. She's become some...hybrid...with her human system and alien tech...and it worries me…"

"I can see why having an immortal human running around could be concerning," Mayar put a hand on his hip. "But isn't that what happened to that Captain Jack fellow?"

"You don't understand," Minerva stopped his train of thought. "Before Ashildr, there was Missy and Skaro."

"Ah yes, the Master's current incarnation," Mayar rolled his eyes. His blood would still run cold whenever he thought of the man who murdered his granddaughter in cold blood. If there was any justice in the world, the man - woman - would drop dead and stay dead.

"The Daleks on that planet became hybrids - Dalek with a bit of Time Lord in them. Before that was…"

"Clara Oswald and her not-so-imaginary friend, Liv Oswald."

"Grandfather…" Minerva leaned away from the desk, her worriment now blatantly on her face.

"Human, Moontsay, and Death all in these...two women," Mayar shook his head and walked around the desk. "I understand the circumstances and I don't blame you but...we both knew that it was a dangerous creation."

"They're harmless and we know it. But even then, before them, before them there were so many others that I unintentionally created."

"Hm," Mayar sat down on the chair and tilted his head to think. "River Song - part human and Moontsay - then that Donna Noble who's human and Moontsay as well, and even yourself - you're a tribrid, Kaeya. You're Moontsay, Human and with our common Time Lord bits. You're the same as Elias, only his are stronger."

Minerva put her hands together and held them in front of her nose. "What I'm saying is that there's always been hybrids around us but lately the concept is repeating itself. It's everywhere and that…" she swallowed hard and slowly lowered her hands, "Grandfather, you would have to know about the legend I'm talking about. Please tell me what it was, what it said."

Mayar sighed. Of course he knew about it. He'd heard it when he was just a child as well. "Kaeya, it's gibberish. It's rumors that we started - that our ancestors started as a way to protect ourselves."

"But what was it?" Minerva urgently walked up to him, setting her hands on his shoulders. "Please grandfather, tell me what it said."

With another sigh, Mayar consented. "The Legend of the Monsoon - that's what it's called. Our ancestors started this legend back when the Time Lords were ready to fight us. Our ancestors needed to buy time so that they could build weapons, create an army should the Gallifrey attack. So they invented a rumor, a rumor that would eventually become a Legend, a myth. It said that the Moontsays would one day create a Hybrid of some sort, a creature made up of two species, so powerful that Gallifrey would never stand a chance."

"What...what species was it supposed to be of?" Minerva swallowed hard.

"Kaeya, it's not true-"

"-just tell me, please!" Minerva exclaimed. "I just...I just need to know it's not my son or anyone else that I know and love."

"Don't be silly, Kaeya. The Legend is not true. I don't even know what species the creature's supposed to be made up of," Mayar reached to cup Minerva's face. "But I know for sure that it cannot be my sweet grandson. He wouldn't hurt a snowflake."

"You haven't seen him throw a tantrum, then," Minerva smiled a tiny bit.

"Don't bother yourself with these rumors. Our people were very scared back then. The Legend has no meaning anymore."

"I'd like to believe it but...have you read what grandfather Iman wrote in his journal? He was sure that one day, one Moontsay would create that hybrid."

"With all due respect, grandfather Iman was a madman."

"Yes but sometimes a madman knows what he's talking about," Minerva spoke from experience and made Mayar chuckled.

"Kaeya, why don't you go see your husband and your son? Forget about all this nonsense and enjoy your family," Mayar kissed her forehead then patted her cheek. "Don't worry yourself."

The thought was appealing. She'd spent hours cooped up in the library. "I think you're right. Maybe I can surprise my boys with dessert or something."

"Yes but don't give the Doctor too much sugar."

"You're so funny," Minerva playfully rolled her eyes and went back to her desk to pick up her vortex manipulator. "Gotta run!" she waved then disappeared in a flash of light.

Five minutes later, the palace was warned off the TARDIS landing there. However, the Doctor had returned with the intention of picking up his wife and dropping off their son because Earth was about to undergo possible war.

~ 0 ~

On Earth, while everything seemed fine for most people, those within UNIT knew better. Kate Stewart was thankful that the Doctor listened this time and came directly to the headquarters. There was something urgent he needed to see.

"UNIT troops will be destroyed wherever they are in the world. The enemies of our race will be destroyed wherever they are in the world. The war is about to begin. There will be truth or there will be consequences."

The Doctor paid small attention to the video message of one Osgood being forced to give the message with several Zygons behind her. Kate was frankly a little annoyed with that but since Minerva wasn't there and, for the moment, could not be contacted she could understand why the Doctor was a little unavailable. He'd been so confused to learn that Minerva was already on Earth but for some reason when he returned to Earth, she wouldn't answer him. Their telepathic communication had been cut off.

Liv popped in, though, and gave Kate and everyone else save the Doctor a startle. "Sorry," the blonde sheepishly apologized. "Clara was just picked up by the UNIT car you sent over. They're going to some high school or something…?"

"It's where the Zygon High Command had their secret base," Kate nodded and began to leave as well. Liv motioned the Doctor to follow but he seemed out of it, or rather focused on something else. "Where's Minerva?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out," he responded. "She's meant to be here but her telepathic connections are down."

"Well, sometimes people don't want anyone to be creeping in their minds," Liv tried being jokeful but the Doctor wasn't laughing.

"I'm not anyone. I'm her husband."

~0~

Clara was waiting rather anxiously at the designated junior high when the others arrived. Inside was a regular, perfectly normal, school.

"Why'd they pick a high school for a base?" Clara had to ask once they walked down a solitary hallway.

"Terms of the settlement, Operation Double, were these," Kate stopped by an announcement board on the wall to point at the pictures of two similar-looking blonde girls. "Twenty million Zygons, the entire hatchery, were allowed to be born and to stay on Earth. They were permitted to permanently take up the form of the nearest available human beings."

"In this case, a large percentage of the population of the UK," Jac, Kate's assistant, remarked.

"Creepy," Liv shivered.

The group walked down to the boiler room where apparently was the true base room of the Zygons.

"You left us with an impossible situation, Doctor," Kate said as the entered the room.

The Doctor made a sarcastic face. "Yes, I know. It's called peace. What about the two little girl commanders? Weren't they helping you?"

"They've been almost impossible to deal with since Osgood left. Secretive, uncommunicative. We've known there's something going on. Some radicalization, some revolution in the younger brood. They said they had it under control."

The Doctor was the first to spot the giant sized polyp standing at the center of the room. "The Zygon command center. That's the control polyp for all Zygons on Earth."

Jac crinkled her nose at the gooey thing and even more so when she saw the yellow, sizzling liquid at the center. "It's horrible."

The Doctor splashed some liquid from the pool in the center of the polyp onto the fronds of the fronds. "If this has been compromised, the Zygons are wide open. They'll be starting to panic. Starting to worry."

"Doctor, do you want to be alone with that thing?" Clara asked after a moment of watching the Doctor just caress the horns of the command.

"It's a command computer. You operate it by titivating the fronds."

Liv was on the same page as Clara. "Are you enjoying that?"

"I snogged a Zygon once - Minerva wasn't happy but those are just the facts." The Doctor thought about his wife then and grew became even more concerned.

"Yeah, well, I don't think she would be quite happy right now," Clara put her hands in her coat's pocket.

A screen over the command station came to light, indicating whatever the Doctor had done worked. "Still got the old magic," he retracted his hands.

"So, Osgood's been kidnapped, right? I thought Osgood was dead," Clara wondered how that happened.

"There've always been two of her, ever since the ceasefire. We never knew which one was real," Kate replied and sounded a bit bitter about the details. This was, after all, her daughter.

"Both of them," the Doctor called from his spot in front.

"Okay, which one was Zygon," Kate amended, but it was still not good enough.

"Both of them," the Doctor turned sideways for the women. "They would have maintained a live link. They were both Zygon and human at the same time. They not only administered the peace, they were the peace."

"Is that like a hybrid sort of thing?" Liv inquired, still thinking about it herself. The Doctor didn't answer as he went back to work.

"When the other Osgood died, the survivor went pretty much mad with grief," Jac finished the story for Clara's and Liv's. "Then she just disappeared. Went undercover in the States. Now, of course, the rebels have her."

"Ah ha! Okay. Zygons hatched and dispersed all over, but something's gone wrong!" the Doctor went deeper into the system. "Mexico border, North Asia, West Africa, Australia. Panic. Paranoia. What would happen if they knew who we were?"

Jac's tablet starting beeping with an incoming transmission. Most were surprised to find Minerva on the other side. She appeared to be at UNIT headquarters.

"Minerva-" Clara blinked, and the Doctor turned faster than ever to run over, "-what are you doing?"

"Acting as the President's First Lady, what else?" Minerva winked at the Doctor. "Hello, dear."

"'Hello dear?" the Doctor repeated incredulously, taking the tablet from Jac's hands. "I've been trying to communicate with you for hours and that's all I get?"

Minerva lowered her gaze on him. "Would you like to keep going there? I've been working hard and since I didn't want to worry you so I just cut off telepathic connections until I had something concrete."

"And do you?" Clara asked, amused so far by the two.

"They have the Zygon High Commanders faction and…well, I think you should see for yourselves," Minerva said straight forwardly. "We just received a video from them."

"Can you put it through?" the Doctor quickly asked. Minerva nodded and put the video through for them to see.

The same two girls from the announcement board in the school hallway were now in the video.

"It's Jemima and Claudette," Kate recognized them.

A Zygon not in view did the talking. "We have been betrayed. We were sold. Our rights were violated. We demand the right to be ourselves." The two girls transformed back into their Zygon form and were zapped into dust by electricity. "We are now the Zygon High Command. All traitors will die. Truth or consequences."

When the video ended, the screen switched back to Minerva. "So, we have a Zygon revolution on our hands. We need to open negotiations as soon as possible."

"I'm not negotiating with them," Kate shot it down. "As far as they're concerned, everyone's a traitor."

Clara looked at the woman with confusion. "If you're not going to negotiate, what are you going to do?"

"Rather simple, isn't it obvious?" Minerva asked in a rather bored tone. It didn't look like she was surprised. "B-o-m-b. Am I right, Kate?"

Clara turned to Kate to see what the woman would say. Kate didn't appreciate being put on the spotlight like that but she wasn't about to back down. "They're holed up in this settlement in Turmezistan. It's where they've taken Osgood. I'm going to order Colonel Walsh to bomb it."

"I do so hate being right all the time," Minerva gave a small shake of her head.

The Doctor was also giving Kate a disapproving stare. "Isn't there a solution that doesn't involve bombing everyone?"

Kate upheld her position in the face of the two criticizing aliens. "The treaty's been comprehensively violated, Doctor."

"This is a splinter group. The rest of the Zygons, the vast majority, they want to live in peace. You start bombing them, you'll radicalize the lot. That's exactly what the splinter group wants."

"Truth or consequences. What exactly does that mean?" Jac asked suddenly, just now thinking about it.

"It's just the usual kind of nonsense these idiots call themselves," Kate rolled her eyes.

"It's in New Mexico," Clara cleared her throat. Everyone, including Minerva, gave her odd stares.

Liv laughed. "She's weird like that."

"It's a town in New Mexico. Truth or Consequences. Er, they renamed it after a TV show, for a bet or something," Clara explained. "It's a Trivial Pursuit question. I used to memorize Trivial Pursuit questions so…" she coughed awkwardly, "...I could win."

"Cheater," Liv mocked.

"That's the last place we received signal from Osgood's phone, isn't it?" Kate remembered and looked to Jac. "New Mexico."

"May I suggest we split up then to divide and conquer?" Minerva raised her hand to get the attention.

"Okay," the Doctor agreed. "Kate Stewart, no bombs for you. Go to Truth Or Consequences. See what you can find out. The Doctor and his lovely wife will go to Turmezistan. Negotiate peace, rescue Osgood, and prevent this war, cos that's what they do. Clara, Jac, you stay here. This is your country. Protect it from the scary monsters. And also from the Zygons."

Minerva cleared her throat and raised a finger. "Dear, I don't think it's wise leaving the humans on their own. Need I remind you the last time we left Kate Stewart on her own?"

At the reminder, Kate scowled at the woman on the screen. The Doctor, though, did remember and quickly re-evaluated his plan.

"I'm already at UNIT headquarters. I will stay here and we can have Clara accompany Kate." And, before either Kate or Clara could retort, Minerva added on, "I trust Clara far more at this point. No offence, Kate." Kate had a face of annoyance but nodded anyways. "And Doctor, please try not to get yourself in trouble," Minerva gave a special look at her husband.

In return, the Doctor merely smirked. "When do I ever do that?"

~ 0 ~

Minerva had things up and running in UNIT when Jac returned. She had people moving back and forth doing several tasks for her involving the Truth and Consequenes town.

"Do you realize that town is virtually empty?" Minerva asked Jac without looking away from the computers. "I do hope it's easy for Kate then. How's my husband?"

"On the plane as planned," Jac replied dutifully.

"Great," Minerva glanced back with a big smile on her face. "And I think I just hit a breakthrough on the Zygon base."

"Wh-what kind?" Jac stepped up to the desk Minerva worked on.

"Well, it was just hunch, really," Minerva clapped her hands together. "I figured if there are Zygons lurking around the city looking for some evil-doing then that means there have to be missing humans."

"Not necessarily," Jac said. "Zygons don't usually take humans for kidnapping, with the exception of Osgood."

"Tell that to the town of Truth and Consequences," Minerva replied simply.

Jac opened her mouth but realized she was right. "Very right. So, what's the hunch, then?"

Minerva smiled.

~ 0 ~

The Doctor, now in Turmezistan, overlooked several UNIT employees working under the command of Walsh (and technically his since he was President of the World).

"Approaching target at 1-00-65-12. Confirm strike order," one of the soldiers, an American named Lisa, sat at a lone desk.

"Order confirmed," Walsh didn't hesitate to reply.

"At ease," the Doctor approached them. "At ease. I'm the President of the World. I'm here to rescue people and generally establish happiness all over the place. The Doctor. Doctor Funkenstein - I bet Elias would love that one."

"Yes, we know who you are," Walsh spared him a brief glance.

"Going to strike altitude," Lisa declared.

"What's going on here? Fun and games?"

"We're seven hundred meters lower, seven hundred meters lower than planned. Over," came the voice of a male pilot over the radio.

The Doctor sighed wearily. "You're not bombing that town. That's where they're holding my friend."

"They're dangerous," Walsh snapped. "And your friend is almost certainly dead. I'm not going to allow them to disperse. You can't track a shape-shifter."

"Visual on the target," Lisa called again.

"Confirm strike!"

"Colonel-" the Doctor tried again but Walsh spoke over him to confirm the strike. He noticed, however, that Lisa had doddled and was yet to confirm the strike. She was staring at the screen where a man and a young boy were waving at her.

"Confirm strike," Walsh's eyebrows furrowed together.

The Doctor spotted the same man and boy in a photograph right next to Lisa's computers. The woman was shaken, and so she desisted "Strike aborted! Strike aborted!"

"Well, that's interesting," the Doctor mused at the upset Walsh.

~ 0 ~

Truth or Consequences was a solitary, dusty and hot town. Liv appeared in front of a building that held a strange - but clearly Zygon - symbol spray-painted on a wall.

"Let me guess, this place solely belongs to the Zygons now?" Liv glanced back just as Clara and Kate got out from the car.

Clara knew what the answer was based on the fact there was not a soul in town. She did, however, spot an interesting 'No Dogs' signed with the words 'No British' painted over it. "I certainly feel welcomed," she mumbled and followed Kate.

They headed into the same Police Station where Osgood had been seen the last time. The entire station was turned over from a ransacking moment.

"Hello?" Kate led the way with a gun aimed protectively in front.

Liv popped in front of the lone desk in the room and saw a photograph of Osgood turned on its back. "Look," she nodded to it. Clara came over to see for herself while Kate studied the notice board by the desk.

"So they've been watching her for a while," Clara mused and put down the portrait at the same time Liv saw an incoming police officer who seemed shaken to the core.

"Y-you one of them?" the American woman tried keeping her gun steady on at least one of the three women.

"We're friends," Kate turned away from the notice board. Clara raised her hands behind the desk, and despite the bullets not being able to hurt her Liv did the same.

"Alone?" the woman's eyes flickered from Kate to Clara then to Liv and all over again. "Have you come to help alone?"

"What happened here?" Clara asked and slowly moved around the desk but froze when the woman pointed her gun her way.

"You must have brought backup. Where's your backup?" the woman cried. "Tell me!"

"First, tell us why we need it," Kate said and slowly lowered her hands.

The woman lowered her gun, finally getting it that for the time being they were on their own. "The Brits came two years ago. We didn't want them. They just - they just turned up. No jobs. Nowhere to live. No money. And they were, they were odd. They started getting into fights. Couple of them got killed."

Clara went back to the desk and started sifting through some of the files left behind. "It's more than a couple…" she turned over one specific paper and stared at it with wide eyes.

Liv took one look at it and yelped. "What happened here?"

"After the murders, they started banding together. And then, one day, one of them changed…"

"Changed?" Kate asked, glancing at Clara knowingly.

"One of them was walking down West Main, and suddenly, it turned into a, a reptile…"

"Reptile…" Liv's voice made Kate glance once more to see Clara holding up one of the sketches of the so called 'reptiles' that resembled Zygons.

"They just came for us…" the woman continued to explain. "They turned into monsters and they came for us. And, and we couldn't fight them. You can't tell who's who. They can turn your own family against you."

"Yes, we know the sort," Clara put the sketch of the Zygon back in the manila folder she held.

Meanwhile, Kate flipped through her phone for the picture of Osgood. "Have you seen her?" she allowed the woman to see the picture.

"Yeah, she was here," the woman nodded. "She was at the motel, asking questions. Before."

"Everybody's gone now," Liv noted from the window. "Like one of those souless towns on the television."

"But where have they gone?" Clara asked.

"They're still here…" the woman said with a shaken tone. She motioned to be followed outside and so she was...

~ 0 ~

"Look at these," Minerva dropped a folder in Jac's hands and waited for the woman to check it over. She crossed her arms and leaned back on a desk. "I don't know why UNIT hasn't been searching more for regular human abnormalities. Isn't that what you're here for?"

Jac let the comment go as she passed through the pages. "These are reports of strange activities in lifts in London."

"It's also been reported that there's been sights of people dragigng...bundles…" Minerva drawled on, "...I will not get into details about what they could possibly be carrying. The point is, they bring in these bundles into the lifts and those lifts...well, they just keep going down, down, and down."

"And then they're all gone," Jac finished reading the report herself. She looked up with alarm. "There is something very wrong happening underneath London."

"And the thing is…" Minerva hopped off the desk, "...I found the closest lift."

~ 0 ~

The precise lift happened to be of the Powell Estate where Clara now lived in. The gathered UNIT troops followed Minerva and Jac to the base of the Zygons underneath the ground. There was an eerie red light lighting the room while the group went further down.

"It's an odd world nowadays, isn't it?" Jac started to talk out of nervousness. The quietness surrounding them didn't make her feel any better.

"For someone who's lived almost a thousand years old, I can confirm that," Minerva shared a smile with her.

"You're a thousand?"

"More or less. But humans, now they're weird ones. They reach middle age and they start to think that the world is about to end." Minerva stopped by a tech station dripping with familiar Zygon goo.

"My God…" Jac crinkled her nose.

"They've been busy…" Minerva noted.

Jac hummed and kept going further with the soldiers. She stopped, though, when she saw gooey-covered (and maybe even spider-webbed) pods lining either side of them and even some on the ceiling. "Oh, my God! These are Zygon pods!"

Minerva gazed above and hummed. "It appears they've gotten whole buildings to cover this place up. Well, it's a good thing we've gotten here early, isn't it?" she crossed her arms and made way through the soldiers.

Jac glanced at her questionably. "What do you mean?"

"Obvious, isn't it?" Minerva shrugged. "We've have to neutralize these before they hatch." She straightened up and walked forwards, away from Jac and the soldiers. "Take your positions."

The UNIT soliders did as told albeit confused.

"Miss Souza…" Jac motioned the soliders to lower their weapons for the moment. "We can't...we need to think first!"

"Think about what?" Minerva opened her arms to her sides and turned away, giving them her back. "These are pods with zygons growing in them. For all we know, they could have one of you in there, Jac! I said-" her voice incremented in volume, startling the humans, "-take arms!"

"No, wait!" Jac told them again to stop. "It just...it just doesn't make sense!" she insisted. "Zygons don't make duplicates! That's not how they work! Hasn't the Doctor told you?"

"I remember everything he's told me, mostly…" Minerva raised her head to the ceiling full of pods. "That's the problem. I remember only some things. She blocks them." She suddenly turned to the pods on their left and lowered her gaze on one specific pod. It had webs of membrane covering the front window-like pane. "That's the problem when we take form of a creature for the first time. She's clever."

"What…?" Jac followed Minerva's gaze to the pod and felt her heart constrict for a moment. Without thinking, she walked up to the pod and ripped the membrane webs off to reveal a perfect duplicate of Minerva inside. Her head whipped in the direction of the Minerva standing across her. "How…?"

"Duplicates?" 'Minerva' began to chuckle. "I thought UNIT wasn't supposed to be as thick as the rest of these humans."

"These…?" Jac started backing up with the confused UNIT soldiers, "...these aren't...aren't duplicates…"

Minerva turned to them, her lips curling into a sinister smile that didn't befit her face. "No…" she mocked a surprised tone.

"Those...those are the humans, and that's...that's the real Miss Souza…"

"Is it…?" 'Minerva' tilted her head sarcastically. "With so many lives in this head of hers...I can't really remember things…"

"This is a trap!" Jac began to shout. "Retreat! Retreat! It's an ambush!"

Zygons in their true form appeared from every where and surrounded them. Tears filled Jac's eyes as she saw virtually no way out.

"Miss Souza, please!"

Minerva paid her no attention. "Kill the traitors," she gave the order calm as ever.

~ 0 ~

Evening was drawing in for Kate and Clara and they weren't a step closer to finding anything useful.

"There's hundreds more," the same woman walked back into the station with a new report. Kate and Clara looked up from their respective files. "They killed everybody."

"We have to find out what forms they took, how many of them there were," Clara went around the desk to where Liv stood. "How did this happen?"

"Somebody once caught the briefest of glimpses of a Zygon in its proper form. A child who hadn't learned to preserve its body print, who had been left alone to learn these things for itself. And then word went round these primitives that we were monsters-"

Liv froze for a second when she caught a key word. "We?"

The woman smiled lightly. "There isn't any backup, is there? I just had to be sure."

And she transformed back into a Zygon...her true form.

~ 0 ~

'Minerva' the Zygon walked along a cliff-top with a cellphone in hand. A Zygon followed behind her holding a black briefcase. No longer did she have to wear her 'emotional, caring' face for the humans. "Commander calling Truth or Consequences. What is your status? Repeat, Commander calling Truth or Consequences. What is your status?"

"Commander, UNIT neutralized in North America," came the voice of Kate Stewart from the end of the line. "Truth or Consequences."

"Copy that," 'Minerva' nodded and hung up. She put the cellphone in her pocket for a moment and stopped at the ledge, allowing the Zygon with her to come up front. It raised the briefcase for her to open it up. It documented the position of the Doctor's plane coming back from Turmezistan. She checked it for a moment then pulled the cellphone back out. "Let's see if the memory fits well," she mumbled as she dialed from the fingers.

"Minerva?" she soon heard the Doctor's voice. "Since when do you have a cellphone?"

"Since when are you an idiot?" she responded, but for him it was like any ordinary conversation. She put the call on speaker form so she could put the phone down on the briefcase. Once she did, she took out a large, black missile launcher. It would definitely do the job.

"Never mind that! Listen, I've got Osgood with me but the Zygons have already started the invasion!" the Doctor went on urgently. Minerva hummed like she was listening. "You're probably surrounded by Zygons. You've got to get the TARDIS and look up the he-"

"I don't really like that plan, Doctor," Minerva prepared the missile launcher. The sky was as clear as day. Perfect.

"Yeah, never mind that-"

"But I think you should mind that," she said and turned to the open sky where she could see the plane flying by.

"Minerva-"

"That's not my name," she snapped. "My name's Bonnie and I should inform you that your wife is dead."

"What-"

"Gullible she was too," Bonnie the Zygon smirked.

The real Minerva walked out of a bakery with fresh snicker doodles in her hands. She knew that at least Elias would like to have some despite them not being from his grandmother. She walked down the street ready to go to Clara's flat where she would then call for the Doctor.

"Scuse me," a little ginger-haired girl stopped in front of Minerva. The woman noticed the girl's tearful face. "Can you help me? I lost my Mum."

Minerva smiled sadly and looked around for any frantic mother around. "Of course I can. What did your Mom look like? Or, no, wait, where was the last place you saw her?"

The girl sniffled and turned away from Minerva. "I think...I think she was there…" she pointed down the street.

"Then let's start over there," Minerva suggested.

"Can you hold my hand, please? I'm scared…"

"Of course I can," Minerva was glad to and took the girl's hand. "Do you know, if you feel scared, you can have a snicker doodle. I'm sure my boy won't mind sharing."

"No thanks," the girl said quietly.

They walked calmly together. Minerva continuously checked the area for the lost mother while the girl took a semi-lead. She suddenly turned into an alleyway.

"I doubt your mother is going to be here," Minerva mused but the girl let go of her hand and kept going towards the metal fence.

"She's not here," the girl said plainly.

"Yes, I can see that," Minerva furrowed her eyebrows as the girl turned around. "Maybe we...should check somewhere else…?"

The girl stared at her for a second, making Minerva shift suspiciously. There was something unusually cold about the girl's face. Then, out of nowhere, the girl shifted into a full grown Zygon.

"Truth or consequences," it growled and zapped Minerva with its electric powers. The blonde collapsed on the ground and missed the Zygon shifting into her own form.

"Also, Kate Stewart is dead. The UNIT troops are all dead," Bonnie the Zygon continued on while the Doctor was still processing. He couldn't understand how they got to Minerva before. He should have gotten to her first. He should've paid more attention, focused more on retrieving her first before going to UNIT.

"Truth or consequences." Bonnie fired and watched, in satisfaction, as the missile went straight for its target.

Author's Note:

It's been a while, hasn't it? Hoping to be fully back now! Yay!

P. S: I have created a tumblr account dedicated to my fanfic works! It's also a place where I thought anyone might want to comment about a story or even just talk! I'll probably drop some aesthetic work belonging to my stories too! Feel free to check it out, my URL is "noble-crescent" and the tag I created for any posts having to do with my work is # noblecrescentedit.