This chapter is a tad political. Next chapter gets them back on track with the Tenth Doctor, the Ponds and the younger version of Rose.

Once the Time Travellers exited the toy store, The Doctor gave Ecklie the go ahead for he and his Officers to search the building. She also told him that the proprietor had clearly fled once they'd heard the sirens. That didn't make him very happy, but he got on with his job anyway. And then he annoyed The Doctor by telling her they had to stay to finish things up. In other words, 'to debrief'. The Doctor wasn't the type to stick around to clean up and she certainly wasn't going to do the same here.

They were left without transport to get back to the CSI labs, but luckily there were three super-powered people in the group and they'd likely get back quicker than normal. So while Rose used her teleportation technique with Alexia and The Doctor, Storm used his Speed with Jaime and John to get back. They arrived back at the Crime Scene labs relatively at the same time. But when Storm let go of Jaime and J.D they both stumbled about, completely dizzy.

The Half-Time Lord groaned as Storm caught him before he could fall to the ground. "Blimey! That was worse than a Vortex Manipulator!" He moaned, keeping his eyes closed.

"Spinnin' so much!" Jaime mumbled as she was held in an embrace of her mother. "Worse than normal."

Storm grimaced. "Sorry, that tends to happen with first time speed passengers." He apologised with an explanation.

They had to wait a moment until the dizziness subsided, then once it did they took off, approaching the storage room the TARDIS was hidden in. Only before they could get anywhere near it they were halted by a call from the Chief Lead CSI Catherine Willows. She was with the young CSI, Greg Sanders.

"I hear the suspect got away," Willows said. "Do we still need to worry about more exploding toys?"

Smiling grimly, The Doctor turned to the head CSI. "Oh no, there's no need to worry. Las Vegas is once again safe." The Doctor replied. "No more mystery deaths via exploding so-called toys."

Willows sighed in relief. "Oh, that's good. I was actually hoping to catch you before you left. Discuss what you found at the toy store."

The Doctor shook her head. "There wasn't much to find, apart from a shop full of toys and an empty store room." The Doctor answered her.

While The Doctor and Willows were chatting, Sanders had spotted the familiar face of Alexia MacInarah, the author of the Black Bullett Adventures. They were his favourite books to read during a downtime and the main character was based off the actual Black Bullet. No-one has ever gotten close enough to see what's actually under the hood. There were rumours that she could bamboozle people who did try to approach her. "Ms MacInarah, I can't believe you're actually here! Are you researching your next story?" Sanders gushed.

Alexia looked puzzled for a moment before smiling sheepishly. "Oh…uhh…something like that." She replied, attempting to move away from him. Knowing about something she had yet to write was not on her agenda today.

But before she could do anything about it, Sanders had produced a pen and held out a couple of books. "Can you sign my books, please?" He requested.

Alexia sighed. "Fine, Greg wasn't it?" She asked, remembering Jaime had mentioned his name earlier.

Greg nodded as she took the books and the pen off him.

Two of the books, Alexia noticed as she signed them, had colourful covers. The first one appeared to be about a species called the Cyberdroids. Were they Cybermen under a different name? The image on the cover appeared to suggest that. The second book was about an invasion of Sycorax. And the third was completely different. It didn't appear to involve aliens or invasions. On the cover was a menacing looking man dressed in black carrying an automatic rifle. In the background was the Eiffel Tower and the title of the book was called 'The Paris Effect'.

"I love that one," Greg said as Alexia signed it. "I like how it's written from the point of the view of a journalist who was granted an interview with the Superhero after a failed terror att…"

"Are you bothein' my ma', Greg?" Jaime interrupted as she stepped up beside her mum.

"Uh…no…" Sanders' face turned red as he blushed. "I just wanted an autograph."

"And now you have it!" Jaime glared at Sanders as Alexia handed the books back to the CSI.

"It was good to meet you." She said and Sanders smiled before backing away from the woman.

Alexia turned away and looked at her daughter and J.D with a completely exasperated expression. "Honestly, I think that last book carried a big spoiler about an event in the future." She said.

Jaime winced at the use of the word.

"Probably best not to dwell on it," John told her. "Whatever your future self has written shouldn't really cause any serious impact."

Nodding silently, the woman looked over at the Doctor as they waited for her. Catherine Willows was still talking and The Doctor was attempting to end the conversation.

After a minute the conversation finally ended and they were finally able to get on their way. Or so they thought, because at that moment, Jaime was hit full force by a vision. Gasping, her eyes widened and she became stiff. Then she doubled over with what sounded like a pained cry, hands over her head.

John grunted and closed his eyes as he attempted to weather what Jaime was seeing.

"Jaime! The Doctor called out as she and Alexia went to help her.

"Is she okay?" A frowning Willows asked.

"No, because she's experiencing a psychic vision." The Doctor answered, a look of concern on her face as she and Alexia attempted to comfort their daughter. "What are you seeing?" The Time Lord asked Jaime, helping her through her vision. To her surprise it was John who answered her.

"Rain…" He gasped out. "…fire…"

"Rain of fire? Oh god, it sounds like the apocalypse!" Somebody was heard to comment while Willows was just even more confused with the situation at hand.

"…fire…" Is all John managed to utter before groaning and shaking his head of the shared vision.

"Gunfire!" Jaime managed to gasp out. "Raining bullets." She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath once the vision had ended.

"Raining bullets? Why is it raining bullets?" Alexia questioned. "Is it coming from the sky?"

"She means a 'hail of gunfire'." John answered the woman, a look of deep thought on his face.

"No, no…" Jaime shook her head and turned towards Willows, her eyes wide. "There's gonna be a mass shootin'," she explained. "At a concert with country music, from a hotel window."

Willows and Sanders stared at Jaime as if she'd grown an extra head. "Really? No other info?" Willows asked. She didn't sound all that impressed.

"I think she's telling the truth," a pale looking Greg told his boss. "I had this weird dream where people were being shot at, at an open air concert. I was gonna dismiss it but now she's had the same thing." This time Willows actually looked concerned.

"Oh, you're psychic!" The Doctor proclaimed. "You should always pay attention to your dreams. They might actually mean something."

"Okay, this sounds serious," Willows said, looking from Greg to Jaime. "The only open air concert we currently have is the Route 91 Festival in Paradise. Do you know anymore?" She asked Jaime.

The Scots-girl nodded. "I didnae see a full name but it ended in 'Bay Hotel'. The gun person was shootin' from one of the upper floors."

Willows looked panicked as she pulled her mobile out to call somebody. Considering she had inherited a couple of the Casino hotels from her father, 'Big' Sam Braun, she knew all the security guards. "Can you hang on awhile? We need to search for the suspect."

But The Doctor shook her head. "No, sorry. We can't stay." She told Willows. "Come on."

The group of Time Travellers turned to walk away, and Willows expected them to walk out of the front door. Except they didn't. Instead they walked into a storage room.

"What the hell?" Sanders uttered. "Did they just walk into the storeroom?"

Catherine nodded, puzzled. "Yes, you weren't seeing anything Greg. They did just go in there!"

Seconds later they felt a breeze, followed by a strange wheezing groaning noise. Sanders rushed to the room first and opened the door. He watched in disbelief as a blue police box faded away.

"What was that?" Willows asked. "Where did they go?"

Stunned, all Greg could do was open and close his mouth like a fish out of water.

"By 'eck, I could do with a brew." The Doctor said once she'd sent the TARDIS into the Vortex.

Storm disappeared in a flash and reappeared barely a second later with a cup of tea, holding it out for The Doctor.

She smiled at this. "Thank you, dear." The Time Lord said and took the tea off him. "What about everyone else? Have you thought about asking them?"

Storm's face blushed at the reprimand and he looked around at the others in the Console Room. J.D, Jaime and Alexia all refused a cuppa, while Rose already had one, care of the TARDIS.

"Do you think they'll find that gun-person in time?" Alexia wondered thoughtfully. "They get enough shootings a year, but this one sounds big and terrible. All those people!"

"Oh, definitely," The Doctor replied, walking around the Console to where the Holographic Monitor was. "It wasn't a Fixed Point anyway so it could go either way."

A surprised look appeared on Alexia's face and she turned towards The Doctor. "Mass shootings in the States are Fixed Points?" She asked, horrified for the moment.

Jaime could feel that her mum was worried, yet confused. In fact she hadn't actually thought of that herself, because she had stopped a couple of them from even happening before and never even thought of the consequences of her actions.

"No, not all of them. They are preventable, like the one in Vegas," The Doctor answered the woman. "It just won't rock the boat when he is eventually caught. There'll be short discussions of Mental Health and Gun Control, but other than that, life goes on."

Alexia nodded thoughtfully and Jaime gave a hint of a relieved smile. "As for what happens several months later in Florida, that is definitely a Fixed Point."

Oh, now that really sounded bad. "Why? What's goin' tae happen in Florida?" Jaime asked.

"Mass shooting at a school, young people die." The Doctor explained thoughtfully as she tapped into the Timelines.

Alexia shook her head.

Jaime sighed while John put his arm around her shoulders. "Let me guess, life goes on as usual?" He inquired. "It'll be a cold day in hell before they decide to get rid of their weapons. Makes them look completely uncivilised." Jaime nodded her head in silent agreement.

Well, that was until she noticed Rose was grinning as she started fiddling with the HoloMonitor. "That's where you're very much wrong," she said. "Because that's when the students start to make a stand. They don't want to go to school fearing they'll be shot at, so they stage walkouts across the States, they'll start rally's in Washington. These brilliant Children will get their voices heard one way or another."

"And then The President gets involved," The Doctor picked up. "After inviting the Florida School kids to the White House, she promises to help them. She doesn't just listen, she takes action and calls for automatic rifles to be banned from personal use, makes it harder for them to be bought in shops. Not to mention a household only needing one gun. It takes awhile, a lot of trust and compromise, but in the end the Americans finally have real proper gun control."

Rose had brought up some statistics on the Monitor and was now showing them to the Time Travellers from the Past. "It works too. You can see here that there's less gun related deaths in 2022 than there was in 2017." She said.

John whistled in amazement. "Now that's what I call progress!" He stated.

However, Jaime frowned. She could remember why there were gun deaths still happening and that was because of the incompetent and sometimes corrupt police force. She remembered doing something about it and she doubted anyone here would approve of her actions considering how bad it got.

"You say 'her'? Are you saying that America gets its first FEMALE President?" Alexia asked.

"Oh, aye," The Doctor replied with a nod. "She got the popular vote. If it had been the bloke in the toupee he'd literally get nothing done."

"Who is it then?" Alexia further questioned.

"She used tae be a First Lady," Jaime replied to her mum's question, feeling a tad on edge. "And this is in the near future. We dinnae need tae know everythin'."

"Alright, I was just asking." Though Alexia figured out who it was considering she was part of President Obama's administration in their old Universe.

"Yeah, well I rather you didnae." Jaime muttered which caused confusion for John and Alexia. The Doctor just smirked and Jaime could tell the Time Lord knew what she had done. Face blushing and shaking her head, Jaime looked away feeling totally shameful as she watched Storm sitting in a seat on the second platform, speed-reading away. "Anyway, I think it's time we actually went back tae our own Timeline." And she began searching for the right connection to take them home.

"Wait, before you go," Rose spoke up. "When you were talking to The Rani, why could I feel her respect towards you?"

Alexia realised that Rose had a point and turned to her daughter. "Yes, why is that?" She inquired. "You told her to go and she actually listened to you. Even spoke to you as if you were a friends."

"Not to mention that really tense stare-off." J.D added.

Feeling exasperated, Jaime sighed out of frustration. "She ain't a friend," she replied to the questions. "And she probably 'respects' me 'cause I wouldnae put up with her shit."

John chuckled at Jaime's use of language. "She mentioned the Time War, yet I never saw her there," He said. "So what exactly happened for her not to turn up?"

"I did," Jaime muttered a reply and shifted sheepishly on her feet. "I forced her tae become human tae keep her away from the Time War." She noticed the look on J.D's face that suggested he wasn't pleased. "It was a Paradox," she quickly added before he could say anything. "It had tae happen."

J.D blew out a breath and rubbed the back of his neck with a furrowed brow. "Okay, I suppose that makes sense." Then he groaned and gave a hint of a smirk at the Scots-girl. "Looks like we've got The Rani to look forward too in the future."

"Aye," Jaime muttered with a roll of her eyes. "Fan-dabby-dozy!" She grabbed his hand, then took a hold of her mother's before turning to her Space-Mum and Rose. "Now it really is time tae go. We'll see you back in the past." And then the three of them disappeared from the Console Room.