Aliens of London
A spaceship had crashed into Big Ben and landed in the Thames.
"Not your average day then?" Tory asked senior scientist Cole as she followed him through the base and towards the exit. This was the first Tory had heard of the whole thing as she had locked herself in a sound proof room to experiment with a piece of another alien craft that U.N.I.T had managed to get to before Torchwood.
"No." Cole agreed, completely missing her sarcasm. Tory rolled her eyes.
"Where are we going?" she asked as they flashed their ID's at the door guards to the garage.
"Downing Street." Cole answered.
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Tory had sat in silent shock for the drive, staring out the window. Cole had ignored her and started looking over files labelled Code 9.
"What's a Code 9?" Tory managed to ask, shaking off some of her shock.
"Not a what, a who." Cole corrected distractedly. He handed her the file rather than talk further, knowing that she could reading faster than him either way and then give him the highlights. Tory opened the file and read at a speed that no human would ever be able to manage. Cole ignored this recognising the girl for the asset she was and not wanting her transferred to another department.
"The Doctor." Tory breathed as she set down the file. Cole nodded.
"A Time Lord."
"Wow." Tory muttered, "That's just….wow."
They got out of the car to the flashing of the press cameras; Cole ignored then and headed straight for the door Tory rushing after him, her arms full of files on the Doctor and whatever else Cole had brought.
They were lead into reception were a crowd of other alien experts were standing around, all of them waiting for the meeting to begin. Tory followed Cole and collected her new ID which Cole had to put over her head because of the files he refused to take from her.
An older brown haired woman slipped into the crowd from one of the corridors.
Tory watched as another couple entered the room, an older slightly balding man probably in his forties and a blonde woman just out of her teens, early twenties max. Another man entered the room and started to speak, loud enough to be heard over all the other voices.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, could we convene? Quick as we can, please. It's this way on the right and can I remind you, ID cards are to be worn at all times." He moved towards the older man and the blonde, "Here's your ID card. I'm sorry, your companion doesn't have clearance." I nudged Cole to get his attention.
"Who is that?" I hissed. He turned to look frowning.
"I don't go anywhere without her." The older man answered as he put on his ID card.
"You're the code nine, not her." Both Cole and Tory took in a sudden breath as they worked out who the man was; The Doctor! "I'm sorry, Doctor... it is the Doctor, isn't it? She'll have to stay outside."
"She's staying with me." The Doctor insisted.
"Look, even Idon't have clearance to go in there. I can't let her in and that's a fact." The man tried.
"It's alright, you go." The blonde said to the Doctor.
"She must be his companion." Cole hissed at Tory. The older brown haired woman from earlier joined the group.
"Excuse me? Are you the Doctor?"
"How did she know who he was?" Tory asked Cole who shrugged frowning.
"Not now, we're busy. Can't you go home?"
"Are you sure?" The Doctor asked the blonde.
"Yeah, they're the experts, you should hear what they've got to say." She answered.
"I s'pose so." He gave the blonde a hard look, "Don't get into any trouble." He turned and stared walking towards Tory and Cole before walking passed them and into the conference room. Cole followed hurriedly and Tory followed him.
The Doctor sat himself at the back of the room and picked up the booklet on the chair and started to flip through it. Cole sat one row ahead while Tory was forced into the back row on the other side of the room to the Doctor so she could put her files down. Tory picked up a booklet after sitting down with her files on her left she read through it just as quickly as she had read the files in the car and frowned. Two more men entered the room, both Tory knew because of her reading on the way there; General Asquith and Joseph….something all she could remember on him was that he was now the prime minister.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," the General began, "I'd like to have your attention please. As you can see from the summaries in front of you, the ship had one porcine occupant..." he was interrupted by the Doctor as he leapt up from his chair and started speaking.
"Now, the reallyinteresting bit happened three days ago, see, filed away under every other business. The North Sea, the satellite detected a signal, a little blip of radiation at one hundred fathoms like there was something down there... you were just about to investigate and the next thing you know, this happens, spaceships, pigs, massive diversion, from what?" no one answered, probably trying to work out who he was. The Doctor rolled his eyes, "If aliens fake an alien crash and an alien pilot, what do they get?" he paused, the answer to his own question dawning, "Us." Tory connected the dots the same time as he said it, "They get us. It's not a diversion, it's a trap. This is all about us." Everyone in the room was leaning forward on their chairs waiting for more, "Alien experts, the only people with knowledge how to fight them gathered together in one room." Suddenly the prime minister farted. The Doctor, who had being faceing the room, turned to the top table where the General and PM were sitting. "Excuse me, do you mind not farting while I'm saving the world?"
"Would you rather silent but deadly?" the PM asked before he and the General sniggered. The whole room stared at them. The General took of his hat and placed it on the table before reaching up to his hair line and pulling at the zipper that was hidden there. A flickering blue light filled the room as the General unzipped his own head revealing a green baby like head underneath. The rest of the generals' skin fell of as a huge green alien at least twice the size of the man it had once been stood proudly at the front of the room.
The PM started to laugh manically.
"We are the Slitheen." The General announced.
"Thank you all for wearing your ID cards." The PM said as he pulled some sort of switch out of his pocket, "They'll help to identify the bodies." He pressed the button before the room could fully process what he'd said.
Pain.
It was like nothing Tory had ever experienced before. She screamed as she fell to the floor tears building in her eyes. She managed to make out the Doctor struggling to his feet and pulling the tag off of his body. Somehow Tory found the strength to do the same, she flung it away from her at the same time as the Doctor spoke.
"Deadly to humans, maybe." He rushed forward and slammed the ID into the centre on the collar like thing the creature was wearing. Both the creature and the PM howled with pain.
Tory pushed herself up to her knees and the Doctor turned, he stared at her in shock for a moment before helping her up, grabbing her head and running out of the room with her.
They made it back to the reception area were the security team was waiting. Tory was only upright from sheer force of will once the Doctor let go of her hand.
"Oi!" the Doctor yelled, grabbing their attention, "You want aliens, you've got them. They're inside Downing Street." He clapped his hands, "Come on!" he turned, grabbed her hand again and led the armed men back to the conference room.
When they entered the General was once more human. The PM turned to the door as the group entered.
"Where've you been ?" he demanded as the security team started checking the bodies, Tory noticed Cole's form spread eagled on the floor and buried her head into the Doctors arm, not realising what she was doing. "I called for help," the PM continued "I sounded the alarm. There was this... lightening ! This kind of er... um... electricity, and they all collapsed!"
"I think they're all dead." A sergeant announced, causing Tory to whimper.
"That's what I'm saying. He did it!" the PM pointed at the Doctor, "That man there!"
"I think you will find the Prime Minister is an alien in disguise." The Doctor stated confidently. The PM crossed his arms. The Doctor turned the police man beside him. "That's never going to work, is it?"
"Nope."
"Fair enough." The Doctor said with a shrug before grabbing Tory's hand it a tight grip and bolting from the room. The pair didn't make it far before security surrounded them. Tory looked at them fearfully. The Doctor put his hands in the air grinning, his right still holding Tory's left.
"Under the jurisdiction of the Emergency Protocols, I authorize you to execute this man and this woman!" The General roared. Security cocked their guns.
"Uh, well, now, yes." The Doctor started, "You see, eh... the thing is... if I was you, if I was going to execute someone by backing them against the wall, between you and me, little word of advice..." the lift doors behind the pair pinged open, "Don't stand them against the lift!" the pair stepped back and the Doctor forced the door shut with his sonic screwdriver. "Who are you with?" he asked suddenly.
"U.N.I.T." Tory managed to answer.
The Doctor nodded.
"Good people."
The lift doors pinged open revealing another Slitheen, the Doctor's blonde companion and the older brunet. The Slitheen roared. The Doctor smiled and looked around at the scene.
"Hello!" he said pleasantly. The doors shut again.
"Shouldn't we help them?" Tory asked, calming down; now was not the time to panic, panic and you're dead.
"Yep." The doors opened again and the Doctor stuck his head out before linking his hand with Tory's again and pulling her out of the lift.
He pulled her at a run down a flight of stairs so they could get back to the right floor, and backtracked when he heard the sergeant barking orders in the distance. They hid in a crevice next to a door as two Slitheen walked passed.
"We'll keep this floor quarantined as our last hunting ground before the final phase." It was the PM. The Doctor waited until they were out of sight before moving again. They crept down the corridor, past the lift trying to see were the two women had gone.
Suddenly a scream rang out causing the pair to break into a run, the Doctor dropping Tory's hand to grab a fire extinguisher. He kicked open the door and sprayed the white foam in the shocked faces of the three aliens.
"Out! With me!" he yelled. The blonde pulled a curtain down on one of the Slitheens heads and both women ran to stand behind him with Tory. "Who the hell are you?" he asked the brunet rudely.
"Harriet Jones, MP for Flydale North." She answered.
"Nice to meet you." He answered.
"Likewise." The Doctor blasted them again before leading the three women out the door.
"We need to get to the cabinet rooms!" the Doctor yelled at them.
"The Emergency Protocols are in there!" Harriet yelled back, "They give instructions on aliens!"
"Harriet Jones, I like you."
"And I like you too." She answered him. Then they were running again.
They made it into the Cabinet room but had no time to shut the door so the Doctor grabbed a bottle of brandy and held his sonic screwdriver to it.
"One more move and my sonic device will triplicate the flammability of this alcohol. Whoof ! We all go up. So back off." He ordered. The Slitheen hesitated. "Right then. Question time. Who exactly are the Slitheen?"
"They're aliens." Harriet answered.
"NO? Really?" Tory asked, sarcasm literally dripping from her words.
"Yes. I got that, thanks." He sounded bemused.
"Who are you, if not human?" the PM Slitheen asked.
"Who's not human?" Harriet turned to the blonde.
"He's not human." She answered jerking her head at the Doctor.
"He's not human?"
"Can I have a bit of hush?" the Doctor asked sharply.
"Sorry." Harriet replied.
"So, what's the plan?" he asked the Slitheen.
"But he's got a Northern accent." Harriet protested.
"Lots of planets have a North." The blonde answered again.
"Technically," Tory added, "all planets have a north."
"I said hush." He snapped, "Come on!" he waved the brandy threateningly. "You've got a spaceship hidden in the North Sea. It's transmitting a signal. You've murdered your way to the top of government, what for? Invasion?"
"Why would we invade this God forsaken rock?"
"Then something's brought the Slitheen race here, what is it?" the Doctor demanded.
"The Slitheen race?" one of them repeated.
"Slitheen is not our species." Another one explained, "Slitheen is our surname. Jocrassa Fel Fotch Pasameer Day Slitheen at your service."
"So, you're family." The Doctor conclude.
"It's a family business."
"Then you're out to make a profit. How can you do that on a "God forsaken rock"?" the Doctor asked.
"Ahhh... excuse me? Your device will do what? Triplicate the flammability...?"
"Is that what I said?" the Doctor muttered.
"You're making it up!" the Slitheen cried.
"Ah, well! Nice try. Harriet, have a drink. I think you're gonna need it." He offered her the brandy.
"Pass it to the left first." Harriet corrected.
"Sorry." He tried to hand it to the blonde but Tory grabbed it first.
"She's hardly old enough to drink!" Tory protested. The blonde looked insulted.
"Now we can end this hunt... with a slaughter." The Slitheen shuffled forwards. The Doctor folded his arms.
"Don't you think we should run?" the blonde asked.
"Fascinating history, Downing Street." The Doctor started, "Two thousand years ago, this was marsh land. 1730, it was occupied by a Mr. Chicken. He was a nice man. 1796, this was the cabinet room - if the cabinet's in session and in danger, these are about the four most safest walls in the whole of Great Britain." He pressed a switch near the door, "End of lesson." All of the window and door leading into the room were covered with metal plating, "Installed in 1991. Three inches of steel lining every single wall. They'll never get in." he explained to the three women.
"And how do we get out?" Tory demanded. There was a pause.
"Ah."
"Some super intelligent being you are!" Tory muttered, turning away.
The Doctor got Rose's, the blondes, boyfriend to hack into the U.N.I.T. database and launch a missile at number 10. The only way to save the Earth from WW3.
"Can I use your phone?" Tory asked Rose. She blinked.
"Sure." She handed it over.
"Be quick about it!" the Doctor yelled. Tory waved a hand to show she'd heard him and them dialled a number.
"Hi this is Jordan sorry I can't get to the phone right now, leave a message." The beep sounded.
"Jordan, I'm sorry." Tory whispered, "So sorry." The other three people in the room watched as she hung up the phone and handed it back. Tory sniffed once before forcing herself to calm down.
"How did you get here?" the Doctor asked suddenly, "I knew you looked familiar but I couldn't place it until now."
"What?" Tory asked dully.
"Oh yeah….." Rose agreed, "Wasn't she that woman that was on platform one?"
"What are you talking about?!" Tory demanded.
"The last time we saw you it was five billion years in the future." Tory stared at Rose open mouthed.
"It hasn't happened for you yet though." The Doctor mused.
"Can we focus now please!" Harriet called their attention back to the task at hand.
"Right!" Rose agreed.
The Doctor moved towards Tory and spoke into her ear.
"I'm taking you back to the TARDIS when this is though."
They hid in a cupboard when the missile hit on the odd chance they might survive. And they did.
They climbed out of the remains of number 10 slowly, Harriet grinned proudly.
"Made in Britain."
The Sergeant ran over.
"Are you alright?" he asked. Harriet flashed her ID card at him.
"Harriet Jones. MP, Flydale North. I want you to contact UN immediately, tell the ambassadors the crisis is over and they can step down. Go on, tell the news!"
"Yes, ma'am." He hurried away again. I looked away as they continued talking, ignoring it, not really paying attention until the Doctor tugged my arm and led me away.
We were somewhere on the Powell Estates when Tory's head started to hurt, she winced and grabbed her head. The Doctor and Rose tried to help her walk.
"Almost there!" The Doctor told her. Tory looked up to see an old fashioned police box, she screamed and vanished in a flash of silver light.