As Lumic's zeppelin arrived on the air slip, a car setting the President of Great Brittan pulled up. Two men and the President got out and headed over to Pete, who had been standing there for well over and hour, watched them approach, "Mr. Tyler. What the matter couldn't wait until tonight?"
Instead of answering the question, he felt the same way, Pete shook the President's hand and gave him his winning smile, "Mr. President. Honored. I'm on the fast-track program. Cybus Industries have pulled up my company, so I'm part of the firm now."
The President frowned a bit, "Some people say they've bought my Government." He stated.
Pete laughed in a rather fake manner, "I've never heard anybody say that. Never." Like his poster, he winked and held a thumb up, "You can trust me on this."
"I tried your drink. That Vitex stuff. It tastes like Pop." The President said.
Pete frowned, "Well, it is Pop."
"You made money by selling a health-food drink into a sick world. Not quite the ordinary Joe you appear to be, are you?" The President asked, his question more of a statement than anything. Not knowing what to say to that, Pete chose to watch as the President sighed, "He does like to keep us waiting."
Suddenly, the President stalked off and headed to the base of the zeppelin, leaving Pete with no other choice but to follow, "But tell me - you've had a chance to observe John Lumic more than most. What's your opinion?"
Pete frowned as he thought the question over, "He's very sharp, I'd say. Sharp as ever. Very clever man. Brilliant, in fact." He finally said.
The President nodded, seeming to drink in the answer, "Then, you don't think he's insane?"
Once again, Pete paused before answering the man, "That's not the word I would've used, no."
"I see."
Mickey and the Doctor…okay the overgrown child that was trapped in the Doctor's body, walked down a street next to a Cybus Industries factory.
Mickey glanced behind him to see the Doctor still looking wearily at everything. He had been doing it ever since they left the busier areas of London.
"I don't know about that tree, Mickey." He had hissed when they passed an oak tree, "You never know with this lot, those trees could be robots."
Mickey rolled his eyes, "But that isn't likely." He pointed out lightly.
The Doctor shrugged, "I wonder what Kayla's doing." He muttered with a frown.
Kayla was, in fact, not liking the walk to the Tyler mansion. If she had gone with the Doctor, then she probably would have liked it much more. However, she was literally stuck with Rose, who was talking about all the achievements that Pete Tyler had done.
Oh, and also murder attempts.
"Rose! What the hell!? That was a car!" Kayla yelled after the second time Rose had 'accidently' pushed her in front of a car.
Rose, however, balked at the yell, "I'm sorry! I didn't see it!"
"Didn't see it." Kayla bit back sarcastically, "Didn't see it – do you see how big that car is?!"
Rose glared at the brunet, "It's easy for you." She spat, a sudden venom in her voice, "You have the Doctor. When's the ceremony?"
"When I find my dad."
"But your dad is dead."
"No he isn't. He's smart, so he probably – oh my god I'm such an idiot." Kayla, her eyes widening in apparent realization, stalked away.
Rose watched her go. For a small fraction of a second, she wanted to go after the brunet, she even took the first steps to do so. But then, she shrugged. She was going to go see her parents. Her mother had always been a source of comfort, and perhaps this Jackie Tyler would be the same.
Kayla, however, was deep in thought. Running a hand through her hair, she shook her head as she tried to contact her father. But something or someone was blocking the signal. Or his Vortex Manipulator was broken in some way. That, she concluded, was the probable answer. His was, after all, one of the cheapest ones.
Since she was so deep in thought, she didn't notice the car coming straight to her, until it was too late…
The Doctor, having lost sight of Mickey, let out a sharp gasp as white hot pain traveled through his body from the mental link. His mind, which had been set on finding the idiot and giving him a good slap changed to finding Kayla. All he knew, all he thought of, was that she was in trouble.
She was in pain.
And most importantly, she needed him.
Swiveling around, he started to run to his Kayla.
Mickey was thoroughly annoyed with the Doctor. After whining about how Kayla needed him, some rubbish about being able to feel her anger of all things, Mickey had finally rolled his eyes and headed off. Leave the 'all powerful' Time Lord to find him.
With a roll of his eyes, Mickey turned down the familiar run – down street he had grown up on. Starting to slow his pace down, he headed to his front door.
Once he was there, he breathed in deeply, raised his fist, and knocked three times. A pause followed, and then, "Who's that there?" The familiar frail voice came from inside as the door opened and there stood his blind grandmother, "Who is it? I know you're there. Shame on you, tricking an old lady. I've got nothing worth stealing." As if to ward off a midget attacker, she brandished her walking stick, "And don't think I'm gonna disappear! You're NOT gonna take ME."
Perhaps he should have said something, some form of greeting, but instead, he had forgotten and had just drank in the sight of his grandmother. But now, it suddenly occurred to him that if he didn't talk now then his grandmother would probably close the door.
So, taking a deep breath, he finally spoke, "Hi."
Well simple was always good.
His fiery grandmother stopped in her tracks as her face swiveled to the area where he was standing, "Is that you?" She whispered hoarsely.
Mickey smiled before answering, "It's me. I came home."
Checking to make sure he was there, Mickey's grandmother very slowly reached her hand out and touched his face, "Ricky?" she asked.
"It's Mickey." Mickey corrected automatically. Really, it was a very simple name…
His grandmother frowned, "I know my own grandson's name. It's Ricky. Now, come here." Beckoning him to her, she hugged her tightly, and Mickey was more than happy to return the hug.
"Okay, I'm Ricky. Of course I am. Ricky, that's me." He muttered, just so happy that he was with his grandmother.
And then the moment was ruined when his grandmother pushed him away and whacked him on the shoulder.
Oh my god he had forgotten how much that cane hurt.
Despite having felt the pain before, he couldn't help but cry out, "Ow!"
But sadly, his grandmother wasn't done, "You stupid boy." She smacked him again, "Where've you been?"
Mickey jerked back from the rather painful cane, "Ow! Stop hitting me!" he pleaded.
That, of course, didn't stop his grandmother. Smack! Smack! Smack!
"It's been days and days! I keep hearing all these stories. People disappearing off the streets. There's nothing of it on the download." She quickly lifted her hand and pointed at the thing - an earpiece, Mickey realized, "But there're all these rumors, and- and whispers. I thought that God had disappeared you!"
But Mickey wasn't listening to his grandmother. Instead, his eyes were on a certain torn carpet that was on the stairs – the wood was too hard – and the horrible day he had come home for a visit to see her broken body on the floor…
His voice trembling with more than sadness, Mickey somehow managed to choke out, "That carpet on the stairs, I told you to get it fixed, you're gonna—" He quickly closed his eyes, before reopening them, "fall and break your neck."
"Well, you get it fixed for me." His grandmother pointed out.
Mickey almost let out a choke sob. Hadn't he promised her that he would fix that rug months, years maybe, before she died? And instead of doing anything on that promise, he had put the promise off, and oh man did he wish that he hadn't done that.
"I should' a done way back." He finally said, voicing his thoughts, "I guess I'm just kinda useless." He muttered.
His grandmother shook her head, "Now, I never said that." She pointed out.
"I am, though. And I'm sorry, gran. I'm so sorry." Mickey could feel his throat closing up. His eyes watering. He was going to cry. Oh he was going to blubber like an idiot. Thank god the Doctor wasn't here to see.
His grandmother frowned, obviously able to tell that he was close to tears, "Don't talk like that. Do you know what you need? A nice sit down and a cuppa tea. You got time?" she asked.
Somehow, Mickey grinned, "For you, I've got all the time in the world."
Of all things, his grandmother let out a chuckle, "You say that, but it's all talk. It's those new friends of yours. I don't trust them."
Mickey's brow furrowed, "What friends are they?" he wondered.
"Don't pretend you don't know. You've been seeing them. Mrs. Chan told me. Driving about all helter-skelter, in that van."
Mickey's brow furrowed even more as he attempted to ignore the sound of tires skidding on the road, "What van's that, then?"
His grandmother gave him a sharp look, "You know full well! Don't play games with me." She snapped, "Get inside!"
Making the first move to get into the house, Mickey nearly screamed like a girl – again – when someone grabbed his shoulder, "You won't believe the day I'm having!" A voice, female, called into his ear.
Getting dragged rather roughly into a van, Mickey never had time to protest.
And his blind grandmother was left feeling around the front door, crying, "Mickey! Mickey!"
Mickey looked around the dark van. The blond man who had dragged him from his grandmother was giving a reprimand. Driving was a slightly elder woman. And sitting next to the blond was…Kayla?
But it wasn't Kayla. It couldn't be. Because the woman had dirty blond hair. And her eyes were on the floor where the real Kayla was.
"Kayla!" He couldn't help but gasp out.
The blond man gave him an odd look, "You know this girl, Ricky?" he asked.
Mickey jumped, "Uh – yeah. We met a few days." He lied, his voice shaking slightly.
While the blond man gave him an odd look, the girl who looked so like Kayla chuckled, "Well then you have to apologize. This idiot was driving and, get this, ran into her right before the Daily Download. Right before." She said as if that should have some sort of impact on Mickey.
Deciding to play it safe, he nodded and made a noise.
The two gave him a look, but he was luckily saved by Kayla, who groaned on the floor of the moving van and her eyes fluttered open, "Oh god. My head. And my leg…and arm. My whole body." She grounded out.
The girl who looked like Kayla eyed her for a moment before she slowly took out a pistol and, much to his astonishment, cocked it and pointed it straight at Kayla's head.
"Lucy!" the blond man shouted. In front, the elder woman tensed but continued to drive on.
Kayla, however, very slowly sat up and eyed the gun, "What have I done wrong?" she asked.
Lucy, as she was apparently known, smiled tightly, "I know who you are, and you're supposed to be dead. You're Kayla. You're my mom and dad is going to be pissed."
In Lumic's zeppelin, the man himself was proudly showing the president of Great Britain his video.
"The most precious thing on this Earth is the human brain, and yet we allow it to die. But now Cybus Industries has perfected a way of sustaining the brain indefinitely within a cradle of copyrighted chemicals. And the latest advances in synapse research allows cyber-kinetic impulses to be bonded onto a metal exoskeleton. This is the ultimate upgrade. Our greatest step into cyberspace."
The President, who had been growing more and more disgusted from the video, held up a hand, "I'm sorry. Could we stop it there?" he asked. After a few seconds, the video stopped.
At the request, Lumic wrenched the breathing device from his face, affronted, "I don't need the pitch. I think we all know what this 'ultimate upgrade' entails. And I'm here to tell you, John - the answer is no." Lumic grunted at that, "My government does not give you permission." The President stood up, "And I think no government ever will."
Lumic stared at the President, "I prepared a paper for the ethical committee." He wheezed out.
"Oh, come on. It's not just unethical. It's obscene." The President stated, obviously very ready to leave.
Lumic's voice took on a desperate tone, "Mr. President...if I might make a personal plea. I am dying, sir." He begged.
The President gave the sick, dying man a pitying look, "I'm aware of that. And I'm very sorry."
"Without this project, you have condemned me. My inventions have advanced. This whole planet... would you have all that perish?" Lumic asked.
The President sighed, "You're a fine businessman, John. But you're not God. I'm really very sorry, but I think we should end it there. Mr. Tyler, I'll see you tonight." Startled at the call out, Pete barely nodded, "I think we could all do with a drink. Mr. Lumic."
And with half a smile to Pete, the President left the zeppelin.
Once he was gone, Lumic stared horror – struck while Pete faced him, trying to keep his voice light as he spoke to the terrified inventor, "Still, it's not the only country in the world. There's always New Germany."
But Lumic shook his head, "This is the home land. My birthplace. You may leave."
Pete nodded, "Thank you, sir." Giving him another respectful nod, he left.
When Pete left, Mr. Lumic turned his wheelchair back to the computer.
"Mr. Crane?" He called.
Like before, Crane's image appeared on screen, "Ready and waiting, sir."
"Did the override work?" Lumic asked impatiently.
"Well, needs a bit of fine-tuning - we weren't exactly delicate given the rush, but er - yeah. Yeah. It's all working." He stated.
In the Battersea Power Station, Crane got up from his chair and started to walk away from the screen, still speaking as he did so, "I've been testing the system, sir." Heading to the opposite wall, he gazed proudly upon the wiped homeless men from before, now wearing earpieces, "They've grafted on a treat, these have. Given a little persuasion. If you care to observe, sir..."
Taking out an odd sort of remote, Mr. Crane stepped a few feet away, "And turn to the right..." at his command, they did, "...and back to the left..." Once again, they did what he asked.
Mr. Lumic, who had been watching, asked rather coldly, "Are you having fun, Mr. Crane?"
Mr. Crane turned back to the screen, a frown on his face, "Oh, no, no - not at all, sir - no. It's just - well, it's er...irresistible." He said sheepishly.
Lumic rolled his eyes, "Then resist. And start the upgrade." He ordered.
"Did we get permission?" Mr. Crane asked.
Lumic's facial expression didn't change, "I am governed by greater laws, old friend. The right of a man to survive. Now, begin!" His screen with static and Mr. Crane turned away.
"And turn to the left..." The men, once again, did as they were told, "...forward march." As one, the men walked forwards and through a door held open by a staff member.
Soon, the screams of the men filled the air and Mr. Crane winced, "Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's cover up that noise. Erm...give us track number 19." The technician followed the orders and soon, 'The Lion Sleeps Tonight' started to play.
The van pulled up outside, the blond man jumping out first and then Lucy, leading a handcuffed Kayla, "There's a light on. There's someone inside the base." Mickey jumped out while the blond man turned back to the van, "Mrs. Moore - we've got visitors."
Like very bad spies, the group snuck down the side with only Lucy, the blond man, and Mr. Moore having guns. Kayla couldn't hold one and Mickey had chosen to not have one either, mostly because he had no idea how to fire one.
"One...two...three...go!"
The group banged into the room only to see the exact look alike of Mickey Smith…Ricky actually.
"What the hell are you doing?" Ricky asked angrily.
Completely bewildered, Mrs. Moore, the blond man, and Lucy looked back and forth between the two, "What're you doing there?!" Lucy finally inquired.
Ricky slowly started to walk forwards, "What am I doing HERE?" His brow started to furrow, "What am I doing THERE?" He pointed one long crooked finger at Mickey. Instantly, Lucy pushed Kayla forwards and then whirled around and joined Mrs. Moore and the blond man in pointing their guns at Mickey while Ricky kept a tight grip on Kayla's shoulder.
Rose crouched behind some bushes and watched fancy cars pull up her parents' driveway. She was so immersed in watching that she did not hear the quiet sound of converses on the grass nor did she look behind her until she felt a tap on her shoulder.
Letting out a scream, she started and whirled around to see the Doctor looking very, very angry.
"Where the hell is Kayla?" He hissed at Rose.
The blond took a breath, "No clue. She went off." She answered honestly…ish.
The Doctor gritted his teeth, "And you let her?"
Rose shrugged, "What was I supposed to do!?" she protested.
"You should have stopped her. I can't hear her."
Once again Rose shrugged, "Not my fault. But since we're here…" she trailed off meaningfully, a coy grin on her face.
The Doctor growled, a deep frown on his face, "She'll probably come here…she's smart."
Rose, now dressed in a maid's uniform, held a silver platter with drinks on it as she walked around the much richer guests. She seriously hated what the Doctor had chosen on physic paper, but she couldn't really complain. After all, if the he hadn't shown up then she probably would have been stuck sneaking into her parents own party.
For a second, she wanted to go talk to the Doctor, but one look at his face when she caught his eye made her turn away. He was still angry at her.
Looking around for anything to distract her, Rose's eyes fell upon Pete Tyler – her dad…ish – standing on the stairs, "Excuse me! Thank you very much. Thank you - if I could just have your attention, please?"
A man in the crowd suddenly called out, "Pete! Go on, Pete!" he cheered.
Pete laughed good-naturally, as if he always had men cheering him on, "Thank you very much!"
"It's about time you did some work. I thought you liked them young!"
A slight smile on her face, Rose started to walk closer to Pete and further away from the Doctor, "Um, I'd just like to say, er, thank you to you all, for coming on this er, this very special occasion." Rose gazed up at him, seeing the same shade of red on his face that hers turned whenever she was nervous.
"My wife's...thirty-ninth." The crowd chortled good – naturally. Starting to smile, Pete thumbed up, "Trust me on this..." At the phrase, the crowd laughed in waves, "So, without any further ado - here she is. The birthday girl...my lovely wife...Jackie Tyler."
Straining to look, Rose was not the only person who gasped at the sight of Jacqueline "Jackie" Tyler gracefully walked down the stairs. She was wearing an expensive black dress and her hair was styled beautifully. She smiled beautifully at the group of on lookers who snapped pictures, applauded, and cheered.
Finally stopped her dissent to stand next to her husband, Jackie flashed another one of her perfect smiles, "Now, I'm not giving a speech - that's what my parties are famous for, no work, no politics, just a few good mates and plenty of black-market whisky." The crowd, which laughed again, seemed to enjoy Jackie's joke more and laughed harder, but as always, Jackie was heard with laughter in her voice as she cried out, "Pardon me, Mr. President!"
Turning her head, Rose looked over until she spotted a tall black man who waved his hand with an easy grin on his face, "So, yeah! Get on with it - enjoy, enjoy." Rose watched as her mother took Pete's hand and descended gracefully down the stairs to go and mingle with the guests.
She felt someone tap her on the shoulder and she turned, a grin on her face since she was expecting it to be the Doctor. But it wasn't. It was some random person who just wanted to get by. As far as she could tell, actually, the Doctor wasn't there.
Walking outside the factory, Mr. Crane suppressed a shudder at the downright creepy robotic voices from the…things that his oldest friend had come up with. Looking for some sort of escape, he was thankfully greeted with a non-working, staring employ.
"Platoon now boarding. Platoon zero-L-two boarding." One of the robots suddenly called out.
Mr. Crane, startled by the call, jumped a bit before hurrying over to the employ, "Stop staring." He ordered, a snap in his voice.
The employ, a mere boy, stared at Crane in open-mouthed horror, "Who are they, sir?" he asked softly, his voice strong for someone so young.
Mr. Crane shrugged, "I'm told they're the future. Ain't technology wonderful? Go on, get in the cab. Start her up."
"Sir." With a nod, the boy left.
Not a moment after Mr. Crane was alone, his phone rang, and he promptly picked up. His old friend didn't like waiting, "Mr. Crane - are we mobile?" Lumic wheezed over the phone.
Crane nodded, "Just about in the road, sir. And yourself?"
"I'm arriving, Mr. Crane. Prepare the factory." Slightly startled at the order, Mr. Crane quickly looked up to see Lumic's zeppelin closing in on the factory, "Now, send them forth, old friend. Let the good work begin."
Having been stripped to his boxers, Mickey was left sitting in a chair, tied up of course, as Jake, as he had learned, scanned him with some odd device. Kayla, however, had it much worse. Lucy, with a cold fury in her eyes, had dragged the women to a chair a little ways away and had chained her to the chair. She was more helpless than him, but the worse thing were the tears, especially when Lucy had started on her.
"Why did you lie?" Lucy suddenly yelled.
"I didn't! Lucy, I'm not your mother. I'm sorry, but your mother is dead." Kayla begged, tears running down her face.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh in the form of a slap caused Mickey to jerk his head as if he had been the one who had been hit. Now even more worried for Kayla, he turned his to look over at the spot where Kayla and Lucy were only to see the blond woman crouching over Kayla.
"…you can't lie to me. I grew up with your Captain. If anything, I am better than you." Mickey barely heard.
Kayla, her eyes flickering around the room, landed on Mickey and, of all things, winked at him. Turning her gaze back on Lucy, she frowned deeply, "If you grew up with your father," Lucy nodded shortly, "then you know that alternate universes exist." Once again, Lucy nodded, "Mickey and I are from an alternate one where I left the Time Agency with Captain Jack Harkness, who's my father, and you died."
From what Mickey could see, which was an awful lot, Lucy's face hardened considerably, and then she turned and nodded at Jake and Ricky, "She's telling the truth. Untie them."
It seemed that she was in charge, because the two men wasted no time to quickly untie Kayla and Mickey who grateful rubbed their wrists.
"So, who are you?" Kayla asked after a long silence.
It was Lucy who answered, "We - we are the Preachers. As in Gospel Truth. You see?" she gestured to everyone's ears, "No ear plugs. While the rest of the world downloads from Cybus Industries, we - WE have got freedom. You're talking to London's Most Wanted. But target Number One is Lumic, and we ARE going to bring him down."
Mickey blinked, "From your kitchen?" He asked innocently.
Jake smirked behind Ricky, his hand on Ricky's shoulder, "Have you got a problem with that?" Ricky inquired harshly.
Kayla exchanged a look with Mickey, "Not really, it's a nice kitchen." The brunet finally answered.
The laptop that Mrs. Moore was sitting at suddenly beeped, "It's an upload from Gemini." She reported to the group, who tensed.
"Who is Gemini?" Mickey asked.
Kayla grinned, "Nice question." She murmured.
No one answered as the Preachers listened to Mrs. Moore, "The vans are back. They're moving out of Battersea. Looks like Gemini was right. Lumic's finally making a move."
Lucy grinned, "And we are right behind him. Pack up, we're leaving." She ordered.
The Preachers' van was hidden as they loaded guns, this time Kayla also getting one while Mickey looked on, surprised that Kayla was so masterful in the task.
Deep in thought, the Doctor walked through the silent corridors. He could barely contact Kayla through the mental link because the alternate universe was making it weaker. All he could tell was that she was feeling equal measures of sadness and disgust in herself.
Walking past a door, he stopped for a second to backtrack and go into the room to fiddle with the laptop in it. Slipping on his glasses, he grinned.
Rose was standing in a secluded area watching her mother laugh at whatever the President was saying. She hardly noticed Pete coming over until he was standing next to her, "I remember her twenty-first. Pint of cider in the George."
Glancing at her tray, she saw no pint of whatever, "Sorry - champagne?" she offered, showing him her tray.
Pete shrugged, "Oh, might as well. I'm paying for it!"
At the joke, Rose and Pete laughed before he drank some of his champagne.
"It's a big night for you..." Rose's voice trailed off meaningfully as she eyed her father.
Pete sighed, "Well, for her...still, she's happy." He shrugged once again.
"Yeah, she should be. It's a great party." Rose said with a nod.
Her father tilted his head, as if the thought hadn't occurred to him, "Do you think?" he wondered softly, sounding as if he actually cared about what Rose was saying.
With a smile, she lifted her thumb up, "You can trust me...!"
"You can trust me on THIS." Pete corrected automatically.
Once again, the two laughed, "That's it, sorry - yeah!" she apologized, which just brought on more laughter.
The Doctor stiffened when he suddenly felt Kayla's mental link get stronger because she was closer, 'Kayla!' He called mentally in her head.
Kayla, looking at the Tyler's house, stiffened and fell over, 'D-Doctor?'
'Yeah' the Doctor replied, his voice strong and calming as always.
The brunet couldn't help but grin, 'What's going on?'
'I think I know what we're up against.'
'What?'
'Cybermen.'
And this time, Kayla didn't just fall over, she fainted.
Feeling the sudden cut-off from Kayla, the Doctor hurried through the house and came face to face with Rose, almost knocking the blond over.
"It's happening again." The Time Lord said in a hushed voice as he and Rose peered out the window at the figures.
Rose's brow furrowed, "What do you mean?" she wondered.
The Doctor just shrugged, "I've seem them before." He stated, as if that was more elaborate.
The figures got closer.
"What are they?" Rose asked.
The Doctor swallowed thickly, "Cybermen…and Kayla's out there."
Kayla was brought around quickly by the use of smelling salts.
"We have to do something. The Doctor is in there. My Doctor. Doctor!" Mickey, who had been trying to calm her down, was not prepared for the brunet to run over to the attacked house. But Lucy was. She quickly tackled her and with a well – aimed blow, she was once again knocked out.
"Is she always like this?" Lucy asked Mickey, who could only wordlessly shake his head.
The Doctor and Rose had been listening to what was basically the downfall of a British government in an alternate universe because an inventor was too scared to die.
The two watched as a Cyberman squared itself into the center of the crowd, "We have been upgraded." It said in its creepy, robotic voice.
"Into what?" the Doctor spat.
"The next level of mankind. We are Human Point Two. Every citizen will receive a free upgrade. You will become like us."
"I'm sorry." The President suddenly apologized as he slowly approached the Cyberman, "I'm so sorry for what's been done to you." With the power of someone who was used to controlling crowds in his voice, the President turned away, "But listen to me - this experiment ends. Tonight."
"Upgrading is compulsory." The Cyberman stated.
The President's brow furrowed, "And if I refuse?" He inquired.
The Doctor, who had been watching the two like a tennis match, suddenly called out, "Don't." Next to him, Rose glanced sharply at him.
The President spared him a glance, "What if I refuse?"
Worried, the Doctor stepped forwards, "I'm telling you, don't." he warned, pleaded really.
This time, the President ignored him, "What happens if I refuse?" He pressed.
"Then you are not compatible." The Cyberman stated.
The President recoiled a bit, "What happens then?" he asked, a challenge in his voice.
"You will be deleted."
When the Cyberman grabbed the President by his neck and electrocuted him, the room went into chaos. The Doctor, with a roll of his eyes, grabbed Rose roughly by the hand and dragged her out one of the broke windows.
Once again, Kayla came to in a car next to Lucy, only this time, the car was moving.
"Lucy, let me go. The Doctor needs me." Kayla begged.
Lucy sighed, "Mrs. Moore, keep driving." She ordered.
"Where are we going?" Kayla hissed.
Lucy shrugged, "First to my dad's house and then to the mansion."
Trying to get up, Kayla realized she was tied up, leaving her nothing else to do but to scream. When they put a gag in her mouth, she still screamed around it.
Poor Kayla. And Lucy. And wait until you see who Lucy's father in, though I hope I've dropped enough hints about it...
And now review time:
dream lighting: She defiantly won't be left behind. And no duplicates!
NicoleR85: Of course Kayla will bite back! She defiantly will be pretty snappish after meeting her daughter.