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One thing Zeratul hadn't expected to catch, sitting by the window, her wings furled behind her, was Sarah Kerrigan, the Zerg Queen of Blades.

Her mind seemed to be suffering some sort of turmoil. He felt no real interest in it, and so he backed away, leaving the monster to her own thoughts-- whatever they may have been.

Kerrigan's fingers tightened on the edge of the seat. She stared out at the stars. Every time she let her mind drift, something would skim past it, almost within reach, not her own, and yet-- she grasped for it. Caught it. And...



The city of London was a right old
mess. A Dalek in every home, terrified people in every street, the sounds of extermination rays piercing the air every few seconds or so. None noticed the sleek shadow that slid past one of the buildings. The building in question was a house. Within stood the shadow's objective.

The shadow's objective was busy with objectives of her own, mind carefully blank as her fingers flew over a keyboard, passing control of the Earth's salvation to Torchwood. That done, she bowed her head, closing her eyes for the briefest of moments, and stood, turning to face the door.

They were coming.

They slipped into the house, almost silently, but not quite. If that sense of movement wasn't enough to herald their arrival, their mechanic voices would do quite enough soon. The door burst open, and both guns and eyestalks turned towards her with an inherent sense of menace.

Somewhere else, a window cracked, and another door opened.

She stood, head held high -
three Daleks, just for me; I'm almost flattered - and went to meet them, flashing her passport. "Harriet Jones. Former Prime Minister."

"Yes." The Dalek's voice was grating, metallic, embodying everything that humanity wasn't and all that it could never be. "We know who you are."

Silence stretched, a tangible thing, holding even Daleks in check, until Harriet chose to break it.

"You know nothing of any human." It was too late to stop the call. She had done her duty and for that she would die, but the Earth would be saved. Peace flowed over her and for one moment she almost pitied the Daleks she faced. "And that will be your downfall."

"EX--" the Daleks commenced.

They never finished it.

One Dalek's top simply exploded, creating a fountain of sparks, metal, and fire. The others turned, their reaction time just a little too slow for the second to avoid the same fate. "RE-VEAL YOUR-SELF!" it cried, the eyestalk waggling about in search of bodyheat.

When it caught sight of that slight shimmer in the air, though, it was too late to react. Something flared up in the darkness; the next instant, the Dalek shattered into a thousand pieces.

For only the second time in her life, Harriet was speechless. She had been prepared to die, had known it was coming, but now, against all reason and logic, she seemed to be alive.

The air shimmered more obviously-- and then the lines which had been nearly unnoticable at first harshed out. A ripple of blue revealed a human form, holding casually onto a sizable rifle. One hand slid up to push up the visor that had obscured most of Kerrigan's features, and she blew out a heavy breath of air. "Wow," she said, "You still know how to cut things close, Jones."

Harriet blinked. "Sarah Kerrigan." It was impossible. It was
impossible.

However impossible it might be, she was here, and now was no time to waste on impossibilities. "Well, I always knew you preferred a challenge," she said, and smiled. A small one, one side of her mouth lifting. "Would I be correct in guessing you have a way for us to leave?"

"It's a little crazy out there," she said. For her standards, it wasn't an understatement, but for everyone else, it probably was. "But I think we can make it." Kerrigan shouldered the rifle, nodding her head back towards the door she'd came in through. "Get your ass into gear, miss Jones." She smiled; it had a touch of the feral about it. Battle could do that to a woman.

Harriet wasted no time in following. "Out there has been taken care of." Her faith in her plan was unshakeable. As, she suddenly realised, was her faith in the woman in front of her. "My life is in your hands."

"Roger that," Kerrigan shot back, her red hair swinging with her movements as she threw herself right back into the fray.

Hey, they had a planet to save. She was planning on moving in, and she didn't want anyone ruining the carpet.


Kerrigan sucked in one single, human breath of air, and then let it go. They were closing in on the second Protoss crystal, and she didn't need regrets clouding her judgement right now.

She'd give no place to the sinking feeling in her stomach.

[ establishy, for IAWL, ooc-okay, and co-written with a certain someone. sniffle ]
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