This chapter contains lots of swearing, along with a version of Donald Trump who is more aware of his surroundings and actions and alot less of a bumbling fuckwit.
Jaime re-appeared in a swirl of wind and looked around at where she had landed. She was in a large familiar office the shape of an oval. There was currently no-one in the room and the only thing making a noise was the TV, which was switched on to a certain news channel that didn't seem all that newsy. Scowling in disgust, the Scots-girl flicked her hand at the TV, automatically changing it to a more sensible and factual news channel. Once she'd done that she walked over to the desk, making note that the only thing on the desk was an iPad.
When Hillary was in charge, back in her own Universe, she had papers, books, pens etc…all over the desk. She was messy and disorganised, but it showed she was actually doing something. With this guy it was far too clean. Almost as if he hadn't done a thing. Walking around the desk, Jaime sat down on the comfortable swivel computer chair and turned to face the window. From the view she could see outside, there was the towering needle of Washington Monument in Constitution Gardens.
It was really quite hard to believe the last time she was stood in this room was when she'd been manipulating another President Decades into America's future. To be honest, he hadn't really needed her help. The little shit had been just like his father, only twenty times worse. Jaime tensed, sensing danger, and held her breath as she heard faint chatter from outside the office.
"No, I do not want it shot down," waffled a voice that sounded familiar. "I want you to have him arrested for illegal entry, then I want him brought here. I want to know what's so special about this Doctor before I have him incarcerated."
Jaime snorted laughter as the door to the room opened. Why did he have to sound so much like a bad villain in a cheesy movie? There followed a moment of silence while confusion was felt.
"I did not have this TV turned to Fake News…" The voice droned on in a nasally and congested way and Jaime rolled her eyes. "Switch it back to proper news."
"Leave it!" The Scots-girl commanded and turned the chair around to face the so-called President of the United States.
He was an imposing figure at six ft one, but his bad hair, his wide size and his terribly Ill-fitting clothes made him look like a clown. Especially when it looked like he had dived face first into a bag of cheese flavoured crisps.
"Intruder!" Cried out a man with grey hair, glasses and a moustache that made him look like a ridiculous cartoon character. Or even Tic Toc from Return to Oz. "Intruder alert!"
And that brought in nearly a dozen Secret Service men, shouting and pointing their guns at her. Jaime rolled her eyes and flicked her wrist, making the guns melt away with dull grey sparks. Trump reacted in a way any person would when witnessing something really strange for the very first time. Without their guns, the Secret Service stood about, unsure what to do. With a wave of her hand, the Secret Service men and the odd cartoon character vanished from the room.
Eyes wide, fear and confusion washing off him, Trump looked around the room before turning his attention back to Jaime. "Who are you? How did you do that? Where are they?" He rapidly fired off his questions.
Silently, Jaime pointed at the TV screen. So Trump looked at it, and to his great relief and disappointment he found they'd all been deposited outside of the White House on Pennsylvania Avenue. Except they'd all been divested of their clothes and we're now running around naked.
While Trump was busy watching the TV, Jaime was busy Telekinetically locking doors and placing a protective forcefield around the room. "My name is The Omni." Jaime finally answered his first question.
Dragging his eyes away from the TV screen, Trump expected her to be still sat at the desk. Except she wasn't. She was now lounging on one of the sofas. Jaime could feel that he was annoyed. "That is not a name!" He droned in his nasally way. "What are you? Alien?" He asked before going off to check the door. He found it locked and the handle didn't even budge. "What have you done?" He demanded, panicking. "Depends on how ye define 'alien' isn't it," Jaime replied. "After all, we aren't all 'little green men' with 'big black eyes'." She air quoted. "We're humanoid in shape."
Trump narrowed his eyes at the strange dark haired female and walked away from the door to stand opposite her. "We? Who's we?" He asked. But she didn't answer him, just stared him intently.
This just completely un-nerved the President as it felt like she was doing some freaky alien thing on him. "Open that door!" He demanded.
"Och, tha' is disappointin'," she uttered. "Tha' is jus' so disappointin'!" Confusion washed off the President. "You're human. Entirely human."
Trump smirked and Jaime had to look away to avoid having to further stare at such a putrid face. "Of course I'm human," he droned. "Born human to human parents, unlike you, a disgusting alien life form. Just like all the other disgusting aliens that were here in disguise and illegal."
Jaime sighed and rolled her eyes. This man wasn't just a bad movie villain, but dangerous too. "Tha' would have made perfect sense if ye were actually an alien, 'cause then it'll justify ye lockin' up aliens and humans in cages. But you're not, are ye? You're human, plain and simple." The Scots-girl shook her head. "No, you're not even tha', ye lost your humanity a long time ago when ye started lockin' up little kids. You're inhuman."
Trump's eyes turned beady and he soon became angry. "How dare you!" He thundered and approached Jaime, only for her to teleport away from him.
"Go and sit down over there." She commanded, pointing at the desk.
Trump blinked and halted in his tracks before walking over to the desk and sat down in the comfy computer seat.
Jaime breathed a sigh of relief. It was better to have a barrier between each other. "Tha's better." She muttered.
A couple of minutes later Trump snapped out of his Mind Controlled stupor and looked around in confusion. "How did I get here?" He questioned, then glared at Jaime who was back to sitting on the sofa. He was about to get up until he started hearing an odd wheezing and groaning sound, an odd wind could be felt. "What's that?" He wondered.
Jaime laughed as she jumped to her feet. "Tha', Mr Trump, is your destiny. Ye wanted tae meet The Doctor? Well, you're 'bout tae meet all three of him." The outline of the blue police box was beginning to materialise into the Oval Office.
Once the TARDIS was fully materialised in the middle of the room, between the two sofas, the door squeaked open and out stepped the Twelfth Doctor, followed by the Tenth, J.D, who gravitated towards Jaime, Alexia, Rose, Jenny, Katie, Missy and Ed. Trump stared at the unbelievable scene before him. How could so many people fit inside such a small box? And what the hell was a police public call box?
"Who are you?" Trump questioned the strangers, though one of them was a familiar trouble maker and another was the daughter of a popular wrestler.
"I'll tell you who I am, Mr President of the United States," Twelve spoke, leaning forward with his hands on the desk and glaring coldly at Trump. "I'm The Doctor, the President of the Entire World, and I want to know where my friend is."
Trump stared back at the grey haired man with the impossibly ancient blue eyes. So this was The Doctor? An alien who was given Presidency over the entire human race! And now he was here, confronting and lording it over him as if it mattered. "I don't know who you are talking about." He replied.
Twelve scowled at the reply. "Then I'll remind you," he snapped, getting ever more angry. "Her name is Delta Sasco, a British citizen with duel residency. You have her locked up somewhere, along with dozens of other aliens. Except she's human. So where is she? Where are they?" He demanded.
Thinking he had the upper hand, Trump smirked and sat back in his chair. "Not from what I saw," he replied. "Blood samples containing foreign DNA, a weird glow and an ability to shapeshift. She is alien through and through. An alien that caused the death of a good friend of mine," there was a wave of confusion in the room from those wondering who Trump was talking about. "So whether she was an illegal alien or not she needed locking up with the rest of those disgusting things." He droned on.
Disgust washed off everyone in the room. Well, apart from Missy who was feeling curious as she lounged on the sofa.
Twelve pushed away from the desk with a scoff and shook his head as he paced. "Okay, so there are a couple of exceptions," he said, worried over how long they had Delta's blood stored. With it being full of Artron and huon energy it was very likely they had separated both by now and were using it in some fashion. Just like what they did with every other bit of alien technology these Americans came across. They'd make it compatible and use it for themselves. "She may have alien elements in her blood and abilities beyond any human capacity, but that doesn't make her an alien." He stopped pacing and glared Oncoming Storm style at Trump. "So you need to tell me where you have her and the rest imprisoned."
"I think not!" Trump uttered.
But that's when Ed finally lost his patience with the American President. "You listen here," the MI5 officer snapped, approaching the desk and doing what the Doctor did earlier and leaned forward. "You narcissistic, despicable sack of shit!" He ignored the laughter uttered from Missy, but was given the satisfaction of seeing Trump look hurt for a second before his features quickly turned into a scowl. "You know damn well where Delta is being held. You also know how good she is against terrorists. Her instincts were spot on about the Manchester Arena."
"What about it?" A curious Alexa asked.
"She stopped a terrorist attack from happening," Ed replied, turning to the others. "The week running up to the incident, Delta had bad dreams and odd feelings of danger. She told me and everyone at MI5, but she wasn't sure about the specific details. Her instincts, though, were spot on and she caught the suspect, stopped him from detonating his bomb and froze it." Ed turned back to Trump with a glare. "She stopped a massacre from happening but now this sad sack just about caused a diplomatic incident. He's imprisoned a British Citizen with full human rights and I want her back RIGHT NOW!" He demanded.
Annoyed, Trump rolled his eyes. "I've told you plenty of times already, I don't care what she was doing for her Country. All I care about is that she was living in my Country and that made her fair game." He droned on.
J.D shook his head in disgust and Alexia's mouth was wide open in disbelief.
"If Delta was working and living here, then wouldn't she have a visa?" Rose questioned. "Technically that would be an illegal incarceration."
Ed sighed. "Yeah, it would be. But this utter bastard made sure her visa was revoked hours before she was so-called arrested."
Alexia made a disgusted sound, Rose scowled at the President's actions and the Tenth Doctor had an unreadable expression on his face, but for those that knew him they could sense that he was beyond Oncoming Storm angry.
"Her visa wasn't revoked, she just didn't renew it," Trump droned out while Jaime shuddered.
Ed uttered a disbelieving laugh and shook his head, astonished at Trumps ability to lie again and again. "That is bullshit, you absolute fucking cockwomble," he swore. "I know Delta would have kept on top of that. Not to mention she has relatives who actually work in the British Embassy."
Everyone who was listening shook their heads or scowled in disgust.
Trump just shrugged his shoulders and folded his arms in a petulent manner. "And I don't know where she was taken, and nor do I care." He muttered.
Once again Jaime shuddered and J.D held her closer to him. "He's liein'," she said, along with Katie. The two parallels looked at each other in surprise before turning their attention back to Trump. "I can feel every lie tha' comes out of yer gob, ye havnae got an honest bone in yer body." Jaime said about Trump.
"I can see it on his face and in his eyes. He's a born liar." Katie said about Trump.
An amazed Alexia looked at the two females. They were both parallel but they didn't look like each other, yet they were completely unique.
"I can easily read yer Mind," Jaime approached the desk, staring right at Trump once again. "I can easily find the darkest of secrets and use it against you." She grinned when she felt his panic wash over her.
He wanted to look away but he felt he couldn't, then there were so many other thoughts running through his head.
These ones were so dark and depraved that Jaime couldn't believe people actually voted him in as President. If they knew what he and his friends were like they would likely avoid him like a plague. "Where is Delta Sasco?" The Omni poked away at Trump's Mind. "Where is she?" Finally she could see that he was slipping. Nevada came to Mind before quickly disappearing. A picture of a military facility came next, followed by the words 'A-51', and lastly came a brief image of the facility being toured by the man himself, along with an image of an alien child behind a glass cage. That shocked her so much she stumbled back with a gasp.
Trump immediately got up and retreated to the window, his back to everyone else.
"Omni? What happened? What did you see?" J.D asked her once he and Alexia were at her side. He noticed she was sending a fiery glare towards Trump. And he could sense she was very angry. "He actually visited the place, ye fuckin' twisted sick bastard!" Jaime snarled.
"What? Where?" Jenny asked her sister.
"Area 51 in the Nevada desert!" Jaime replied, feeling various emotions wash off people in the room.
"Area 51?" Ed spoke. "Why am I not surprised! Of course she'd be there." He shook his head in disgust and glared at Trump's back. "It's well known the American government keep anything alien at that base. Now it seems they've converted part of it as a prison."
Jaime was frowning now, a previous conversation suddenly coming to Mind. "Och!" She gasped out, dark eyes wide. "She was right, it is a Paradox!"
"Sorry, what?" Ed was looking at her, confused and brow furrowed.
"What do you mean?" The Twelfth Doctor asked her.
"It was a conversation I had with Dyna," Jaime told him and everyone else. "After we rescued Jenny from MI6…" Twelve's attack brows raised in surprise. "…everyone was with her in the Medbay so I went tae see Dyna in the Console Room," she left out the part about Wolfy confronting her. What she said was weird enough. "We talked 'bout things, then she told me how she spent some time in Area 51 with families of alien prisoners."
"Families?" Rose uttered, horrified.
"What? She just straight out told you this?" Alexia questioned.
"Aye!" Jaime nodded. "It only jus' came tae Mind. She tells me, so I have tae tell her younger incarnation in order for her tae know where she is so her older incarnation can tell me at some point in the future."
Trump had turned to them, listening to Jaime speak and looked beyond confused.
"Do you even any idea how fucked up that sounds!" Ed snapped. "You lot with your fucking Time Travel and paradoxes. It bloody does my head in."
The room was silent, shock washing off everyone at Ed's outburst.
"Oh, aye! I can definitely see why Dyna didn't want to upload you!" Alexia quipped, causing some confusion.
Ed ignored her. "I just want to bring Delta home, to me and to her family." He said.
"And we will do," Twelve placed his arm around Ed's shoulders. "Because now we know where she is. C'mon, we're going to Nevada."
The Time Travellers and the humans returned to the TARDIS, well except for Jaime who had a very bad feeling. "I'll catch up with ye!" She called out, closed the door and turned back to Trump. He had picked up the phone and was attempting a call. "Tha' won't work Mr President!" She growled, glaring at him with the most fieriest look she could muster while the TARDIS dematerialised.
Trump looked up at her with wide eyes. "What have you done?" He demanded.
Jaime didn't answer him, just grinned quite madly at him.
Trump put the phone down and turned away, thinking she was going to read his Mind again.
"Look at me!" The Scots-girl suddenly commanded and Trump quickly turned to her, eyes wide, brows raised. "We were never here, you never saw us," The Omni told him, voice echoing. "And when you next talk to any Media you'll reveal every dark secret you have. Understand?" Trump nodded, so a satisfied Jaime electro-ported into the electrical wiring, the TV loudly buzzing for several seconds before completely blowing up, along with all the lights in the White House.
The protection Jaime had put around the Oval Office melted away and the sudden banging on the door almost made Trump jump. The door was slammed open and a group of heavily armed Agents stormed into the room. "Where are they? Where are they?" One of them shouted, looking around with her gun.
"Stand down. It was only the TV blowing up." Trump said, pointing to the now blown up TV.
But the Agent shook her head. "No, there was an intruder here," she told the President. "Where did they go?"
Trump was confused and frowned. "There was nobody else but me here," he replied. "What's going on here?"
The Agents stared at the President, dumbfounded.