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4th November 2021 Writings
Nov. 5th, 2021 05:29 pm( 4th )
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Beginnings of 2020 - Emily and the Doctor
Oct. 3rd, 2020 12:42 pmDoctor Who – Designated Survivor – Emily and the Doctor
It was the end of a busy day in the White House, when Emily Rhodes heard a sound that she thought she would never hear again. ‘No! Not now!” she thought. She didn’t want to have to explain the Doctor to the President. She walked through the halls in the direction the sound came from. Then she saw it, or rather her. “Aren’t you a sight for tired eyes?” she asked as she walked up to the blue box.
“Emily?” She turned and saw Seth Wright, the Press Secretary. “Do you know what this is?”
“Um, yes,” she answered as she grabbed the key she had kept since college. Then on impulse, she turned and unlocked the door.
The interior was different to how she remembered it. “Doctor?”
“Emily Rhodes?” a Scottish voice asked from behind the console.
‘Regenerated, figures!’ Emily thought. “Yes,” she answered, at a loss for words.
The Doctor stepped out from behind the console. “You’ve done well for yourself. White House Chief of Staff. I knew you would achieve things in Washington.”
Emily looked at the Doctor. “You look old, Doctor,” she said, remembering the two brown haired incarnations she had travelled with through her College years.
The Doctor was about to say something, but was interrupted by Seth stepping into the Console Room.
“Wait! How can this box be bigger on the inside?”
“It’s a long story, Seth,” Emily answered. “However. A question must be asked. Why are you here?”
“Because President Kirkman is in danger!” the Doctor answered.
It was the end of a busy day in the White House, when Emily Rhodes heard a sound that she thought she would never hear again. ‘No! Not now!” she thought. She didn’t want to have to explain the Doctor to the President. She walked through the halls in the direction the sound came from. Then she saw it, or rather her. “Aren’t you a sight for tired eyes?” she asked as she walked up to the blue box.
“Emily?” She turned and saw Seth Wright, the Press Secretary. “Do you know what this is?”
“Um, yes,” she answered as she grabbed the key she had kept since college. Then on impulse, she turned and unlocked the door.
The interior was different to how she remembered it. “Doctor?”
“Emily Rhodes?” a Scottish voice asked from behind the console.
‘Regenerated, figures!’ Emily thought. “Yes,” she answered, at a loss for words.
The Doctor stepped out from behind the console. “You’ve done well for yourself. White House Chief of Staff. I knew you would achieve things in Washington.”
Emily looked at the Doctor. “You look old, Doctor,” she said, remembering the two brown haired incarnations she had travelled with through her College years.
The Doctor was about to say something, but was interrupted by Seth stepping into the Console Room.
“Wait! How can this box be bigger on the inside?”
“It’s a long story, Seth,” Emily answered. “However. A question must be asked. Why are you here?”
“Because President Kirkman is in danger!” the Doctor answered.
Designated Survivor – A Day in the White House
It was calm as Chief of Staff Emily Rhodes arrived at the White House shortly before sunrise. But she knew it would be hectic later. It always was. It was exhausting, but working for the American people meant that it was worth it. As she entered her office, her aide, Sasha, gave her a clipboard. “Some last minute changes this morning,” she explained.
“Thanks, Sasha.” Emily looked over the schedule as she logged into her computer. There were only minor changes.
Seth Wright didn’t really expect anyone to be in his office. Other than that ongoing investigation into the First Lady’s family’s affairs, there wasn’t anything too controversial. “Tiffany?”
Tiffany Gimble got out his chair in an all business manner. “You look like you saw a ghost.”
“I don’t really expect to see reporters in my office first thing in the morning,” Seth responded. He supposed that after the response her exclusive on the President’s recent trip to Afghanistan had received she was eager for more.
“I’m the only one?”
“This early?” Tiffany asked.
“Yes. The only other one is Abe Leonard.”
“Abe Leonard?” Tiffany asked, with annoyance. “He may have two Pulitzers, but he’s a has been.”
“I’ll be sure not to quote you on that.”
It was calm as Chief of Staff Emily Rhodes arrived at the White House shortly before sunrise. But she knew it would be hectic later. It always was. It was exhausting, but working for the American people meant that it was worth it. As she entered her office, her aide, Sasha, gave her a clipboard. “Some last minute changes this morning,” she explained.
“Thanks, Sasha.” Emily looked over the schedule as she logged into her computer. There were only minor changes.
Seth Wright didn’t really expect anyone to be in his office. Other than that ongoing investigation into the First Lady’s family’s affairs, there wasn’t anything too controversial. “Tiffany?”
Tiffany Gimble got out his chair in an all business manner. “You look like you saw a ghost.”
“I don’t really expect to see reporters in my office first thing in the morning,” Seth responded. He supposed that after the response her exclusive on the President’s recent trip to Afghanistan had received she was eager for more.
“I’m the only one?”
“This early?” Tiffany asked.
“Yes. The only other one is Abe Leonard.”
“Abe Leonard?” Tiffany asked, with annoyance. “He may have two Pulitzers, but he’s a has been.”
“I’ll be sure not to quote you on that.”
