God Save the Queen (4/Emma)

The Royal Family of the British Isles have always kept their personal lives greatly secret and hidden away from the general public. There was no such thing as problems in the Royal Family. It was always "Keep Calm and Carry on." But truth be know, there was no carrying on in times of desperation. Times that could ruin the Royal Family. Times that often came once a month...

The night was cool, calm, quiet. The night skies streaked with purple and burnt orange from the streetlights glimmering into the clouds above. Sprinkled through the parting in the clouds were the twinkling of stars and zooming planes with blinking warning lights. The gates around Buckingham palace were scattered with guards in tall beaver skin hats and pressed uniforms, keeping stern eyes on the darkness for anything that could possibly go wrong.

Every hour or so, a few people would walk past the main gates of the palace, stopping for a few moments to peer into the massive palace in front of them, only to be ushered along by guards passing by. The night was almost perfect.

From the outside looking in, the palace itself had various lights on in far off, spread out rooms, a sign that many people were in their rooms getting ready for a long night's sleep.

Inside the palace, the young Prince Harry looked out of his bedroom window. The room he staying in was his childhood room, kept here by Grandma Elizabeth for those days when he just needed to get away. And she knew more than ever that he needed to get away often.

The sky, he noticed, was beginning to clear up. The moon was large and rusty in the sky, a sign of the harvest season. He gave a sigh of annoyance. He knew that the moon, which would have brought good news to many, definitely brought bad news to him. He sighed again. He needed to stay put.

Behind him, he could hear the door being locked, latched, and barred shut. To any normal person, this would frighten him immensely. But he knew that this was for his own safety. Not to keep him in, but to keep other things out....
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Harry was fast asleep when he heard the first scream. A new maid on the floor below had forgotten the warnings and her training, and barged in on something she shouldn't have. The second scream jolted Harry out of his bed and straight to the window.

He could see the lights of the palace begin to flicker on. Within an instant, he saw a window shatter outwards, and a large, looming, hairy figure burst out of the room and out into the courtyard. The thing raced towards the gate, sliced through the iron bars like a hot knife through butter, and ran off into the darkness.....
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The TARDIS console room was buzzing and humming. The console was bobbing and gently blinking, a signal that perhaps the TARDIS was flying smoothly in the Time Vortex. At the helm, the Doctor stood at attention. His burgundy vest unbuttoned around his waist, letting his wide-lapeled question mark shirt hang loosely around his body. The cuffs were unbuttoned and folded upwards, giving his bare and pale arms a chance to breath.

His burgundy argyle socks were tightly pulled up around his calves, and his feet were hidden in a pair of fluffy bunny slippers. He was flipping switches and pulling knobs, watching as the vortex passed through his vector screen monitor hypnotically on the console.

Without warning, the TARDIS began to grind and wheeze, jolting back and fourth, sparking and smoking without prevail. The lights went out....

In the darkness of the TARDIS, a voice echoed out into the console room. Not a proper, recognizable voice, but perhaps it could be....just maybe..."Sarah? Sarah, is that you?"

The console room began to light up once more as the TARDIS began to reboot. He hid behind the console, listening to the strange voice calling out. He peeked around the console, then stood up to get a better view.

The girl laying on the floor was nobody he immediately recognized. Her light purple top was soaked through with spots of sweat beading into the absorbent fabric. Her yoga pants, although light grey in color, was strained and dirty from perhaps crawling on the floor or days without wash. Her dark brown hair was braided in the back, but strands of loose hair was stuck to her forehead from the beads of sweat running down her face. She looked flustered, and upon sight of the Doctor, confused and disorientated. The Doctor looked at her with his usual confused and inquisitive face. "Who are you? Where is the Doctor?"

"I AM the Doctor, who are you? How did you get in my TARDIS?" He watched her as he circled the console. He pressed a few buttons and flipped a few switches, which resulted in a beam of light scanning the poor girl. After a few, the TARDIS came back with a *PING*. He looked at her with inquiry. "Advanced temporal displacement...how very interesting..."

Before he got a chance to say anything more, the TARDIS began to wheeze and groan, then echoed a metallic, resounding gong. "...we've landed."