Fic! (2)
Title - Aliens of London/ World War 3: UNIT view
Pairing: Mace/Price (duh^^)
Rating: PG
Part 4
Mace was torn between running after the assailant and checking if Green had been right, but the decision was made for him as he heard a low moan from behind him. Marion stood in the doorway of the debriefing room; a hand over her mouth and her eyes closed. Mace moved towards her and looked into the room. Bodies lay sprawled across the floor, not a mark on them it seemed. But from the colour of their skin and the positions they lay in, they were obviously dead. He turned towards Marion, who was stood in the same position as before, and began to lead her away from the carnage.
“You don’t want to see that.”
She only opened her eyes once they had got far enough away for the door to be out of sight. She shuddered.
“Why would anyone do that?”
Mace shook his head in disbelief.
“I don’t know. But right now I’m wondering whether that man had anything to do with the two upstairs.”
“Do you think we should tell anyone?”
Mace looked as if he was thinking hard.
“No. It may cause more deaths, and who would believe us here anyway? We’re not at UNIT anymore.”
Marion sniffed, and then nodded.
“I think we should just watch and wait for now.”
*********************
They were stood together, talking quietly as the Chief of Police walked through the corridor, seeming harassed. Marion spoke.
“Excuse me?”
The Chief turned to her wearily.
“Yes?”
“Did you manage to catch that man?” she asked.
The Chief sighed.
“No - he’s gone and run upstairs, and we’re not allowed up there.”
“But that’s insane! How are you meant to get to him?”
“Dunno - Mr Green and General Asquith have gone up there and told us to keep everyone down here.”
“Strange way of going about things.” Marion remarked.
The Chief shrugged and moved off towards the door.
“Just followin’ orders.”
“Wait! Did you find out the assailant’s name?” asked Mace.
The Chief frowned.
“Well...it’s not a real name exactly...some bloke who calls himself the Doctor.”
*********************
Part 5
Marion slumped into the chair and sighed tiredly. After attempting to explain that the Doctor could have had nothing to do with the deaths of their colleagues, and the Chief had asked who else it could be, she had blurted out what she had seen upstairs. As a result, the entire police force in Downing Street thought they were mental. Even now, the officer posted at the door was giving her strange looks.
Mace smiled slightly.
“Is this a good time to say ‘I told you so’?”
Marion glared at him, before realising exactly who she was glaring at.
“Sorry, sir,”
Mace frowned at the sudden return of the title.
“I was only joking. I know you didn’t mean to say it.”
They heard footsteps coming nearer and turned to see Mr Green and General Asquith with an armed guard going towards the front door. As the former went outside, Marion and Mace got up and moved quietly closer. They caught the tail-end of the speech -
“...massive weapons of destruction, capable of being deployed within 45 seconds...”
They exchanged glances. Nothing of the sort had been detected by UNIT.
“...emergency resolution. Give us the access codes! A nuclear strike at the heart of the beast is our only chance of survival, because...from this moment on...it is my solemn duty to inform you...planet earth is at war.”
Mr Green strode back into Downing Street and went upstairs once more. Marion and Mace stood there in shock.
“How has it developed so fast?” whispered Marion. “In the time we’ve been here, one tiny spaceship has turned into an entire fleet!”
Mace shrugged and went over to the Chief again. The man sighed when he saw who it was, as he recalled the situation earlier.
“What is it? Want to accuse ME of being an alien this time?”
The men beside him snickered.
“Who received the information about the spaceships?” Mace asked.
“How should I know? Probably Mr Green himself - he’s the one who seems to know most about it.”
Mace returned to Marion, who had turned the television on. The newsreader was keeping a live commentary on the United Nations, who was deliberating whether or not to release the codes. Only thing to do now was wait.
*********************
Part 6
The newsreader announced that the codes would now be released. Marion turned to Mace and was about to say something when the fire alarm began to wail. They rushed into the hallway just as the Chief came running through.
“Everybody out! NOW!”
They didn’t ask questions, just ran through the front door, as a missile came into their sightline. Mace pushed Marion behind one of the jeeps and covered her body with his own. The missile hit and Number 10 exploded. The shockwave was so huge that it rattled their teeth, and the ground shook with effort. Pieces of debris were flung high into the air and far away from the smouldering wreckage - all that remained of the Prime Minister’s house. Once the chaos had subsided, Mace opened his eyes, and realised what position he was in. He carefully extracted himself from Marion and stood up, holding out a hand to her. She took it; he helped her up and she was about to say something when she was once again interrupted, this time by the Chief. He stumbled over to them and stuttered,
“W-when I was upstairs, I opened the door and there were these, big green...things!”
Mace was about to reply when Marion put a hand on his arm. He looked at her; she smiled impishly and replied herself.
“Now, I don’t think that’s very likely, do you? Want to accuse US of being aliens too?”
She turned away, taking Mace with her, and left the Chief staring after them on the road.
*********************
The next day, they sat in Mace’s office together, perusing the paper that had just been released.
“Alien hoax, indeed! The entire world is blind.” remarked Mace.
“Except us,” replied Marion.
“Except us.” he agreed.
Marion checked the clock and got up.
“I’m due for a meeting now,” she said, sounding quite disappointed.
She had reached the door when Mace spoke once more.
“Marion?”
She turned.
He beamed at her.
“Thanks for saving my life.”
Marion smiled back.
“Likewise, Alexander.”
Pairing: Mace/Price (duh^^)
Rating: PG
Part 4
Mace was torn between running after the assailant and checking if Green had been right, but the decision was made for him as he heard a low moan from behind him. Marion stood in the doorway of the debriefing room; a hand over her mouth and her eyes closed. Mace moved towards her and looked into the room. Bodies lay sprawled across the floor, not a mark on them it seemed. But from the colour of their skin and the positions they lay in, they were obviously dead. He turned towards Marion, who was stood in the same position as before, and began to lead her away from the carnage.
“You don’t want to see that.”
She only opened her eyes once they had got far enough away for the door to be out of sight. She shuddered.
“Why would anyone do that?”
Mace shook his head in disbelief.
“I don’t know. But right now I’m wondering whether that man had anything to do with the two upstairs.”
“Do you think we should tell anyone?”
Mace looked as if he was thinking hard.
“No. It may cause more deaths, and who would believe us here anyway? We’re not at UNIT anymore.”
Marion sniffed, and then nodded.
“I think we should just watch and wait for now.”
*********************
They were stood together, talking quietly as the Chief of Police walked through the corridor, seeming harassed. Marion spoke.
“Excuse me?”
The Chief turned to her wearily.
“Yes?”
“Did you manage to catch that man?” she asked.
The Chief sighed.
“No - he’s gone and run upstairs, and we’re not allowed up there.”
“But that’s insane! How are you meant to get to him?”
“Dunno - Mr Green and General Asquith have gone up there and told us to keep everyone down here.”
“Strange way of going about things.” Marion remarked.
The Chief shrugged and moved off towards the door.
“Just followin’ orders.”
“Wait! Did you find out the assailant’s name?” asked Mace.
The Chief frowned.
“Well...it’s not a real name exactly...some bloke who calls himself the Doctor.”
*********************
Part 5
Marion slumped into the chair and sighed tiredly. After attempting to explain that the Doctor could have had nothing to do with the deaths of their colleagues, and the Chief had asked who else it could be, she had blurted out what she had seen upstairs. As a result, the entire police force in Downing Street thought they were mental. Even now, the officer posted at the door was giving her strange looks.
Mace smiled slightly.
“Is this a good time to say ‘I told you so’?”
Marion glared at him, before realising exactly who she was glaring at.
“Sorry, sir,”
Mace frowned at the sudden return of the title.
“I was only joking. I know you didn’t mean to say it.”
They heard footsteps coming nearer and turned to see Mr Green and General Asquith with an armed guard going towards the front door. As the former went outside, Marion and Mace got up and moved quietly closer. They caught the tail-end of the speech -
“...massive weapons of destruction, capable of being deployed within 45 seconds...”
They exchanged glances. Nothing of the sort had been detected by UNIT.
“...emergency resolution. Give us the access codes! A nuclear strike at the heart of the beast is our only chance of survival, because...from this moment on...it is my solemn duty to inform you...planet earth is at war.”
Mr Green strode back into Downing Street and went upstairs once more. Marion and Mace stood there in shock.
“How has it developed so fast?” whispered Marion. “In the time we’ve been here, one tiny spaceship has turned into an entire fleet!”
Mace shrugged and went over to the Chief again. The man sighed when he saw who it was, as he recalled the situation earlier.
“What is it? Want to accuse ME of being an alien this time?”
The men beside him snickered.
“Who received the information about the spaceships?” Mace asked.
“How should I know? Probably Mr Green himself - he’s the one who seems to know most about it.”
Mace returned to Marion, who had turned the television on. The newsreader was keeping a live commentary on the United Nations, who was deliberating whether or not to release the codes. Only thing to do now was wait.
*********************
Part 6
The newsreader announced that the codes would now be released. Marion turned to Mace and was about to say something when the fire alarm began to wail. They rushed into the hallway just as the Chief came running through.
“Everybody out! NOW!”
They didn’t ask questions, just ran through the front door, as a missile came into their sightline. Mace pushed Marion behind one of the jeeps and covered her body with his own. The missile hit and Number 10 exploded. The shockwave was so huge that it rattled their teeth, and the ground shook with effort. Pieces of debris were flung high into the air and far away from the smouldering wreckage - all that remained of the Prime Minister’s house. Once the chaos had subsided, Mace opened his eyes, and realised what position he was in. He carefully extracted himself from Marion and stood up, holding out a hand to her. She took it; he helped her up and she was about to say something when she was once again interrupted, this time by the Chief. He stumbled over to them and stuttered,
“W-when I was upstairs, I opened the door and there were these, big green...things!”
Mace was about to reply when Marion put a hand on his arm. He looked at her; she smiled impishly and replied herself.
“Now, I don’t think that’s very likely, do you? Want to accuse US of being aliens too?”
She turned away, taking Mace with her, and left the Chief staring after them on the road.
*********************
The next day, they sat in Mace’s office together, perusing the paper that had just been released.
“Alien hoax, indeed! The entire world is blind.” remarked Mace.
“Except us,” replied Marion.
“Except us.” he agreed.
Marion checked the clock and got up.
“I’m due for a meeting now,” she said, sounding quite disappointed.
She had reached the door when Mace spoke once more.
“Marion?”
She turned.
He beamed at her.
“Thanks for saving my life.”
Marion smiled back.
“Likewise, Alexander.”