Bad Wolf Family Saga (Book 1)

World War Three Part 3

Lucinda glances at the body of the Prime Minister. "He's slim. The Slitheen are big in height and weight."

The Doctor snorts at her bluntness, grinning. "You're right, Princess. They're big old beasts. They need to fit inside big humans."

Daisy look at them as she thinks. "How do they fit inside since the Slitheen are taller than us?"

"That's the device around their necks, Love." He comments, walking over to a chair and places Lucinda down on it to concentrate on how to make sure they all survive. "Compression field. Literally shrinks them down a bit to fit into the body suits. That's why there's all that gas. It's a big exchange."

Daisy nods. "I could have used that to fit into my Christmas dress a few weeks ago."

Lucinda tilts her head at Daisy. "You looked fine in that dress, mum. Ignore what Jackie and Rose said. You didn't look fat."

The Doctor frowns at hearing that Jackie and Rose made Daisy feel insecure about her body. He heads over to Daisy and wraps his arms around her waist. "Love, you are beautiful inside and out. Please ignore others."

Daisy smiles in response, and Harriet frowns at them. " Excuse me, people are dead! This is not the time for making jokes."

Lucinda look at Harriet with a tilt of her head. "Who's making jokes? My mum's insecurity isn't a joke."

Daisy smiles and hugs Lucinda, speaking to Harriet. "My little girl's right, no one was making jokes here. Besides if I was making a joke, it's because it's something the three of us do a lot when travelling with the Doctor."

"Well, that's a strange friendship." Harriet comments.

The Doctor shakes his head. "Not a friendship, it's family. Now, Harriet Jones. I've heard that name before." He looks at her. "Harriet Jones. You're not famous for anything, are you?"

"Oh, hardly." She answers.

"Rings a bell...Harriet Jones?" The Doctor mutters to myself, glancing at Daisy and Lucinda.

"Lifelong backbencher I'm afraid, and a fat lot of use I'm being now. The Protocols are redundant." Harriet places the papers of the Protocols onto the table in front of them all. "They list the people who could help and they're all dead downstairs."

Daisy bites her lip in thought and looks at the Doctor. "Wouldn't UNIT have things like defence codes and things? Couldn't we just somehow find that out and use that as a last resort if we can't defeat them any other way?"

Harriet stares at Daisy in shock. "You're a very violent young woman."

Daisy shakes her head in denial. "No, I'm really not. I would never suggest that as a first option, I said it as a last resort meaning if we had no other options."

"Well, there's nothing like that in here." Harriet replies back to her, glancing at the Protocols. "Nuclear strikes do need a release code, yes, but it's kept secret by the United Nations."

The Doctor looks at Harriet. "Say that again."

"What, about the codes?" She asks him.

"Anything. All of it."

Harriet looks at him to address the Doctor. "Well, the British Isles can't gain access to atomic weapons without a Special Resolution from the UN."

"But it has never stopped them before." Daisy whispers to the Doctor and Harriet as Lucinda starts drifting off to sleep in Daisy's arms.

Harriet nods in agreement. "Exactly, given our past record. And I voted against that, thank you very much. The codes have been taken out of the government's hands and given to the UN. Is it important?"

The Doctor nods at her. "Everything's important."

"If we only knew what the Slitheen wanted." Harriet scoffs, rolling her eyes at herself. "Listen to me. I'm saying Slitheen as if it's normal."

Daisy looks at them. "What would they want, though? There has to be something they'd want from this planet."

"Well, they're just one family, so it's not an invasion." The Doctor mutters, caressing Lucinda's hair like a father would to their daughter as she sleeps in her mother's arms. "They don't want Slitheen World. They're out to make money. That means they want to use something. Something here on Earth. Some kind of asset."

"Like what, gold? Oil? Water?" Harriet asks them.

The Doctor thinks about it. "You're very good at this."

"Thank you." She smiles.

"Harriet Jones, why do I know that name?" The Doctor asks himself."

Daisy looks at him with a smile. "Honey, I think we have more important things to think and worry about. We can work it out back at the Tardis when we make it out of here and save the world from Slitheen." Suddenly, Daisy's phone beeps making her jump. "Why would someone message me right now?"

"But we're sealed off." Harriet states in confusion. "How did you get a signal?"

Daisy smirks playfully and gestures to the Doctor. "Blame my boyfriend here. He used the sonic on my phone and now it isn't normal anymore."

"Then we can phone for help." Harriet grins at the fact she thinks they can use the phone to get people to help them save the world. "You must have contacts."

"Dead downstairs, yeah." The Doctor comments, reminding Harriet.

Daisy opens her message on her phone. "It's Mickey. Doctor, you need to look at this." She swallows, breathing out in fear of what she sees.

The Doctor takes the phone and looks at the photo of the Slitheen in Jackie's flat.

*****

"No, no, no, no, no!" Mickey shouts through the phone, waking up Lucinda in Daisy's arms after Daisy finally gets him to answer his phone. "Not just alien, but like, proper alien. All stinking, and wet, and disgusting. And more to the point, it wanted to kill us!"

Daisy frowns. "Us? Who's with you?"

"Rose and I could've died!" Jackie snaps.

"Of course that's who you meant." Daisy sighs, running her fingers through her hair at everything that is happening right now. "Listen Mickey, don't place them on the phone as I don't want more arguments when there's more important matter right now, but are they fine?"