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Ok, so I think there will only be 1 or 2 chapters left of this story. I promise I do have other things to share, not just fanfiction. Here we go.
Chapter 8: The Oncoming Storm
“There you are, Blondie . . .” Rose whipped her head toward the
sinister voice and backed away from the frog as he stepped out of the shadows.
“I’ve been looking for you. Rassilon wants a word. Please, fight
back. He didn’t say he wanted you undamaged.” The Master nodded and a pair of
webbed green hands closed over Rose’s arms, holding her in place as she twisted
and struggled. His unhinged laughter echoed off the sewer walls as he watched more
and more of his brethren pile on top of the blonde rat before finally pinning
her down and knocking her unconscious.
“Nice catch, Toclafane. Let’s take the baggage to Rassilon before
she wakes up.”
Rose was lifted and thrown over the shoulder of the largest of the
frogs. As they retreated down the tunnel, the Master’s giggles slowly faded
with their footsteps.
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Jamie followed the sound of Mickey’s shouting to the den. The spotless
white sofa now had black grease and orange cheese dust ground into the leather
in a wide halo around the interloper. Mickey looked at him warily, waiting to
see how Jamie would react now that Rose had left.
With a deep sigh, Jamie climbed onto the sofa next to Mickey and
held out his hand for one of the snacks. Mickey handed him the bottle of hard
cider once he’d finished chewing.
“I’d go easy on the drinks, Mate” Mickey cautioned. “Too much and
you’ll never make it to half time. You’ll miss the match.”
Jamie started putting together the events of the last couple of
days. Unhappy with how the puzzle was coming together, he asked Mickey “So,
this a big game then? Lot of people watching today?”
Mickey looked at Jamie in disbelief before slowly answering him. “Where
you been, Mate? This is the World Cup. All of London is watching right now. The
whole world’s watching.”
“Oh. This is not good. This is very not good.” Jamie started
pacing across the sofa cushion, tugging at the fur at the back of his head. “This
is two suitcases and a bus ride from good.”
“What’s got in your knickers? What’re you on about?”
“Mickety, Mick, Mickey! Don’t you see? Half Time! Rassilon buggared
the system. When everyone in the city uses the loo at half time, it’ll cause a
tidal wave! Rat London will be washed away.” Jamie’s pacing came to a halt as a
terrible thought occurred to him. “Rose went back there! She’ll be washed out,
too! Her whole family is down there! I have to stop Rassilon!”
Seeing Mickey’s blank expression, Jamie tugged him off the sofa
and back down the hall to the bathroom. Pulling them both up to stand on the
toilet seat, Jamie turned to Mickey.
“There’s a little girl that lives here. Reinette. Will you promise
to take care of her? Cheer her up when she’s upset? Be there for her when she
has nightmares about being attacked by clockwork men?”
Knowing a good thing when he heard it, Mickey quickly agreed.
Jamie nodded to him before jumping into the bowl as Mickey pulled the lever.
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