Thank you for the reviews. :) I did mean Zygons not Zigots. I type fast and then sort of forget to proofread sometimes in my haste to post so you can read it. Also, Rose is about 27 now if you add up all the years that have passed since run. I'm glad at least some of you are okay with the baby. If you're not, keep reading. It's not babyfic fluff, it's part of the plot. *grins knowingly*
I can't express just how thrilled I am that you like my OC. OCs tend to be a bit of a gamble, not written correctly or just simply out of place so it makes me really happy that you like her and care about her. You're all upset about Meta, I know. But I have reasons. You're just going to have to trust me a bit. (Easy for me to say right?)
Anyway...The 50th anniversary special! Finally. I've been looking forward to this.
Trying to convince the Doctor that Elizabeth is not the Zygon proves to be impossible. He's stubborn and believes in his "brilliant" plan to use me as bait. Because the good Queen couldn't possibly have swung the other way. Right? Wrong.
In my opinion, it's possible and in fact true. And as I think about it, I think it might have been true in my original universe. She never married, she dressed in armor, went to battle, and basically said she was just as good if not better than men at war. She was basically the pioneer of women's lib.
Not that that's a bad thing. I just don't like the fact that my friend the Doctor thinks he can just pimp me out to the Queen of England on hunch, even when he knows that I have enough knowledge to prove him wrong. I'm actually rather ticked off about it.
Despite my feelings though, I agree to the plan. Which is how I find myself riding a horse, side saddle, with a redhead behind me, out of the TARDIS doors. Rose is hidden away inside since her present condition isnt ideal for saving the world. The Doctor has some perch outside to watch the plan.
"There you go, your Majesty. I told you it was bigger on the inside."
"The door isn't. You nearly took my head off. It's normally me who does that."
As we settle into the cushions for our picnic, I eye the horse suspiciously. I know that it's the creature we're hunting but the Doctor will have to see it to believe it. Elizabeth's voice brings me back to the picnic.
"Tell me, Jane, why I'm wasting my time on you. I have wars to plan."
"You have a picnic to eat."
"You could help me."
I nearly gag on the flirtation I have to keep up. "Well, I'm helping you eat the picnic."
I place a grape in her mouth.
"But you have a stomach for war. This face has seen conflict, it's as clear as day." She strokes my face and I realize she's right. I'm no stranger to blood and death.
"Oh, I've seen conflict like you wouldn't believe. But it wasn't this world. But never mind that, your Majesty. Please stand. Come on." I don't want to think about the Macra or any of the others so I move the plan along.
"How dare you? I'm the Queen of England." There's mirth in her voice so I'm not worried.
"I'm technically American. Not English. Sort of." I get down on one knee, which isnt easy in my dark green, rather fancy buttoned dress. "Elizabeth, will you marry me?"
"Oh, my dear sweet love. Of course I will."
"Yeah I was afraid of that."
"My love?"
I'm relieved when the Doctor reveals himself. I'm not in the mood for stealing his rambling lines today.
"Ah-ha! One, the real Elizabeth would never have accepted her marriage proposal. Two, the real Elizabeth would notice when she just casually mentioned other worlds. But then the real Elizabeth isn't a shape-shifting alien from outer space. And...ding." I resist the urge to facepalm as he starts scanning her with his...machine thing.
Elizabeth looks confused. "Why are you here? What's that?"
"It's a machine that goes ding. Made it myself. Lights up in the presence of shapeshifter DNA. Ooo. Also it can microwave frozen dinners from up to twenty feet and download comics from the future. I never know when to stop."
"No you don't." He sticks his tongue at me. Elizabeth turns to me then.
"My love, I do not understand."
"I'm not your love." The Doctor speaks with me. "Yes you do. You're a Zygon."
She's startled but chooses to ignore what I said. "A Zygon?"
"Oh, stop it. It's over. A Zygon, yes. Big red rubbery thing covered in suckers. Surprisingly good kisser. Think the real Queen of England would just decide to share her throne with a girl from nowhere with pretty eyes, just cos she's funny and has a nice horse?" He gestures toward the horse and I don't bother looking. I know what he sees. "Oh."
I cross my arms. "Yeah. Oh. Donna is going to kill you when I tell her you didn't listen to me."
"It was the horse. Run!"
"Does that mean I'm going to be king? Or is there a different title for the wife of a Queen?" There's no point in asking the question as the three of us run for our lives but i'm curious. The Doctor drags me and I drag Elizabeth after me.
"What's happening?"
"We're being attacked by a shape-shifting alien from outer space, formerly disguised as Jane's horse."
We run into a ruined building. "What does that mean?" The Queen asks.
"It means we're going to need a new horse," I say obviously.
She's distracted by what's going on. "Where's it going?"
I want to get away from her and her clinging hands in my arm so I say, "We'll hold it off. You run. Your people need you."
"And I need you alive for our wedding day."
She grabs me and kisses me full on the mouth before running off. I feel my face fold like I'd just eaten a lemon.
The Doctor looks amused. "The Virgin Queen huh? So much for history."
"Shut up." We try to lure the Zygon to us but then we hear Elizabeth screem and we run toward her voice. The Doctor's device keeps dinging.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Oh, very clever." He stops in front of a lop-eared rabbit.
"Whatever you've got planned, forget it. I'm the Doctor. I'm nine hundred and twenty four years old. I'm from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. I am the Oncoming Storm, the Bringer of Darkness, and..." He trails off and looks at me. "I'm basically just talking to a rabbit, aren't I?"
I grin. It's my turn to be amused. "Yep."
He frowns and turns back to the rabbit. "Okay, carry on. Just a general warning."
"Jane!"
"Elizabeth!" We find her lying on the ground.
"That thing. Explain what it is. What does it want of us?"
"That's what I'm trying to find out. Probably just your planet."
"What you're trying to figure out. I already know. Not that you listen to me," I correct the Doctor. Just then, a second Elizabeth walks up.
This new one says, "Jane, Doctor. Step away from her, Jane. That's not me. That's the creature."
The first one reacts well enough. "How is that possible? She's me. Jane, she's me!" The Doctor tries to use his device.
The two start arguing. I would be more amused by all the insults and puns except i'm not really in a laughing mood. The Doctor hits his toy. "It's not working."
"One might surmise that the creature would learn quickly to protect itself from any simple means of detection," one says.
"Clearly you understand the creature better than I. But then, you have the advantage," the other answers.
Then the vortex appears and I resist the urge to cheer.
"Back, all of you, now! That's a time fissure. A tear in the fabric of reality. Anything could happen." A red fez drops out of it.
"For instance, a fez?" I smile innocently.