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It was Saturday. A wonderful, blissful, and even sunny Saturday! Baylie was sorry that she had been scheduled to work that day, but to her surprise, Rina demanded that she spend the day outside. So, outside Baylie went. There literally was not a cloud in the sky. Baylie knew that this wasn't so very rare, but the sun seemed to have a habit of coming out when she was stuck indoors. Rina had made her day, without a doubt.
The problem was, her friends were off doing boring things like watching the telly or playing with their phones. Baylie kicked her football sadly, those lot were too grown up to play outside. It left her with a terrible feeling of loneliness. There must be someone who was doing something brilliant today. There had to be. Baylie already discounted Pippa from her plans. As much as she loved her sister, she seemed almost more disturbed that usual. Ever since that weird guy left, she was acting like something actually happened to her.
Baylie was not going to allow her solitude to weigh down on her. She kicked her football against a nearby tree and caught it as it bounced back. She kicked it again, only this time she kicked it so that it bounced into the air, soaring over and elderly man's head and landed squarely on a young lady's head.
She was blond and looked a little bit older than Baylie.
"Are you alright?!" Baylie came running, "Sorry, that was a brutal kick!"
Emmy Bergström was certain that there was a reason that people liked Saturdays. After all, the entire human race couldn’t celebrate the day for no reason, could they? She had realized - through a year of her watch shop being open - that nobody bought watches on Saturdays. It was a strange fact, but there were rarely a soul trickle in during a Saturday. Wednesdays were her busiest days, and then Mondays.
She squinted at the park. There was nobody around except for a small Asian girl and an old man on a bench. She huffed and looked around. She had already been parachuting from the tree in the park, and she’d once helped a crazy man paint all the flowers red. He was probably an alien. She looked at the old man on the bench suspiciously. It was always the unassuming ones. Or, at least, that’s what she suspected. Her brief encounter with a Time Lord hadn’t given her much pointers.
He looked decidedly evil... he had a white mustache. Everyone knew that people with white mustaches were evil. Emmy glared at the man, and then heard a particular whistling noise. Her eyes widened, and she looked around for the UFO that was coming at her. Where was that noise coming from?
BAM.
Emmy squeaked and stumbled backwards, flopping onto the ground. She stared dazedly up at the sky and wondered if the Sontarans had just dropped a bomb on her face. She could have sworn she felt her brain jingle about in her skull and she wondered if she should see a doctor about jingly brains.
“Are you alright?! Sorry, that was a brutal kick!”
...what? Emmy sat up, rubbing her head. There was a football beside her. She picked it up, examining the black-and-white patterns curiously. A football? The Sontarans had attacked her with a football? Well, her parents had never quite gone into detail on their modus operandi. She turned and looked at the voice-holder; the small Asian girl she’d seen earlier.
Well... she certainly didn’t look like what her parents had described as a ‘Sontaran’. “Um... yeah,” she said, kicking the ball back. “Have you seen any Sontarans around per chance? Kind of round potato looking fellows, I think.”
[/b] people?[/i] She thought about it really hard... No. No one made her think specifically of a potato.
“No I haven’t.” Baylie was immensely disappointed. Seeing a Sontaran sounded so... important and amazing. Not something everyone could say they've seen. Or she would have heard of one by now.
Baylie was still trying to picture a potato-looking man, but could only get an animated Mr. Potato Man. Walking around London. But it wasn't a Mr. Potato man, she was speaking of people who looked like potatoes.... or at least, she thought she was.
"Where do you find a Sont'er'un anyway?" Baylie glanced at the girl, "And what are they for?"[/font][/font]
The girl looked the picture-perfect definition of clueless. Emmy raised a blonde eyebrow and lifted a hand to her head, rubbing. “Sontaran,” she repeated. “Can’t miss ’em. Really ugly,” she said, repeating from her mother and father. Well, sort of. Her imagination had a funny way of filling in the blanks of her parents’ descriptions of the aliens and other various monsters that they had encountered during their exciting life full of aliens and... and... okay, so Emmy still didn’t know quite all what her parents did, but it must have been more exciting than writing history textbooks and selling watches.
Her life was the epitome of ‘boring’ and ‘safe’. And it was all her mother’s fault for wanting to raise her normally! She put her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes at the Irish girl as she told Emmy that she hadn’t seen one. “Are you sure?” she asked insistently, noting the girl’s disappointed demeanor. “You aren’t trying to hide them? They’re not good people. Mostly villains, really. But me? I’m a hero. Sort of an anti-hero, really, if you want to put labels on things.”
Okay, fine. So she had a bit of a superhero complex. But what’s a girl to do when she’s knee-deep in a history textbook and fixing people’s fob watches?
“Where do you find one?” Emmy repeated, tapping her finger against her lips thoughtfully. “Well... anywhere, really. They’ve been on Earth a few times, and once they were on this colony called Chelsea 426 or something like that, I don’t remember,” she replied airily. “And they’re in this eternal war with these people called the Rutons, which are plant people... except not people. They’re like pollen and they take over people’s brains and turns them into plant zombies they’re so cool!” Emmy gushed, flapping her arms.
She paused as she thought over her answer for the girl’s next question. “Well... duh. Heroes have to have villains to fight. So... they’re the villains. Anyway! I’m Emmy Bergstr?m. What’s your name, my Irish compadre? Compatriot? Companion?”
[/i] hero? With her own villains? Potato-man villains? She had no idea life was so cool! Almost like a cartoon show. Only better because it was real.
"Where do you find a Sont'er'un anyway?" Baylie glanced at the girl,"And what are they for?”
“Where do you find one?” the cool lady tapped her lips, obviously thinking of the best answer she could give Baylie, “Well... anywhere, really. They’ve been on Earth a few times, and once they were on this colony called Chelsea 426 or something like that, I don’t remember.”
When she mentioned Earth, Baylie drew to the conclusion that they were speaking of an alien. She felt excited. Finally someone else who believed in aliens! Baylie was beginning to think she was the only one who took those paranormal shows seriously.... besides Pippa.
“And they’re in this eternal war with these people called the Rutons, which are plant people... except not people,” she continued, Baylie couldn’t hold in her gawking any longer. Plant people? “They’re like pollen and they take over people’s brains and turns them into plant zombies they’re so cool!”
Plant zombies? Infecting people through pollen? It was such a good thing that Pippa wasn’t around to hear about that!
“Well.. duh. Heroes have to have villains to fight. So... they’re the villains. Anyway! I’m Emmy Bergstr?m. What’s your name, my Irish compadre? Compatriot? Companion?” Emmy introduced herself, and Baylie couldn’t help but smile. Compadre, compatriot, and companion were all words describing a friend. Perhaps more formal version of a friend, but friend none the less.
Pleased, Baylie offered her hand to shake, “Friend will work just as well! I’m Baylie Pettywood!”
She glanced around, half expecting to see a Sontaran running about.
“Well, we can’t stand around and let Sont'er'uns do something heinous!” Baylie looked back at Emmy, “If I looked like a potato, I don’t think that I would walk about in broad daylight. We’ll have to set a trap for him.”[/font][/font][/ul]
Emmy grinned at the excited Irish girl and shook her hand vigorously. “Baylie Pettywood!” she repeated, doing a polite bow and kissing the girl’s knuckles. She dropped the hand and looked around suspiciously, examining the now-sleeping old man on the bench. He still rang suspicious, but Emmy would have to overlook the suspiciosity of old men for now. “Nice to meet you,” she said, watching as Baylie looked around.
Probably for Sontarans. “Of course we can’t,” Emmy replied, nodding firmly as Baylie insisted that they couldn’t allow for the Sontarans to do something devious. “Obviously we have to stop them. The question is... how?” she asked, tapping her lips again thoughtfully. She had stopped invasions before, she could do it again! Sort of. Except, really, she hadn’t ever. But she dreamed that she had, so that had to count for something.
“If I looked like a potato, I don’t think that I would ever go outside,” Emmy said, shaking her head. “A trap... I like the way you think, Baylie Pettywood. But how can we trap the Sontarans?” she asked, pacing. “Oh! They aren’t known for their intelligence--” or so she thought, anyway “-- so we can leave something out! Oh, oh! I know! Sontarans love peppermints... and picking on the weak!”
She rubbed her hands together deviously. “I’ve got an idea. We’ll cover you with peppermints and then tonight you start crying! Really loudly! They’re drawn to weakness, you know. And then I’ll hide in a tree, and when he comes close to us, I’ll jump on his back. Their weak points are their stomachs! A firm poke and he should be done.” Or.. was it their neck? No, no. Necks were too cliché. Definitely the stomach.
“Of course we can’t,” Emmy nodded firmly, “Obviously we have to stop them. The question is... how?”
Baylie watched her friend think carefully about it. Baylie herself tried to think. Most people didn’t believe in aliens, so obviously earth was not prepared to fight potato bad guys. It might be up to just the two of them to stop these horrible creatures!
“If I looked like a potato, I don’t think that I would walk about in broad daylight. We’ll have to set a trap for him.”
“If I looked like a potato, I don’t think that I would ever go outside,” Emmy shook her head, Baylie couldn’t help but laugh at that. Maybe Potato Baylie would go out if she had a sack over her head.
Emmy continued, “A trap.. I like the way you think, Baylie Pettywood. But how can we trap the Sontarans?”
She began pacing and Baylie joined her. The first thing to a trap is the bait. But what sort of things would bait a Sontaran? Did they merely look like potatoes, or where they actually starchy? Her brain began to wander, as she started wondering if Sontarans had little roots called eyes growing out of them.
“Oh! They aren’t known for their intelligence so we can leave something out!” Emmy said
“But what?” Baylie scratched her scalp.
“Oh, oh! I know! Sontarans love peppermints!” Emmy said excitedly, Baylie stopped pacing and her eyes lit up. There was a candy shop not too far from here that sold peppermints! “And picking on the weak!”
“Great! We can use that against them!” Baylie clapped her hands together, elated to have met someone so knowledgeable about these things.
“I’ve got an idea. We’ll cover you with peppermints and then tonight you start crying! Really loudly! They’re drawn to weakness, you know. And then I’ll hide in a tree, and when he comes close to us, I’ll jump on his back. Their weak points are their stomachs! A firm poke and he should be done.” Baylie watched Emmy as she explained her plan. She was so cool...
“Now... where to get the peppermints?”
“You’re a cute hoor, Emmy!” Baylie grinned, “I’ve got some money and we can head drop by a shop nearby. We should also bring duct tape or rope, or both. That away we can interrogate him and find out where the others are!”[/font][/font][/ul]
Emmy Bergstr?m wasn’t accustomed to people believing her. Her parents would entertain her wild notions of aliens around every corner because they’d been to other planets, and Emmy was born in Avalon with fairies, but no one would believe her. And maybe any other respectable nineteen year old would doubt her parents, but Emmy was firm in her beliefs. And so, it would appear, was Baylie. She’d never had someone so readily admit their belief in aliens around her. It was very endearing.
She nodded when Baylie said that they could use the weakness against them. “Of course we can!” she said. “That’s the point!” she pointed out, grinning widely. Baylie clapped her hands together, and Emmy mimicked the motion, explaining her plan. Baylie seemed to be utterly in awe of the plan, and Emmy puffed her chest out slightly, quite proud of her alien-hunting prowess. Hey, UNIT and Torchwood should be taking lessons from her.
“You’re a cute hoor, Emmy!”
Emmy’s mouth opened slightly, and she narrowed her eyes at Baylie, confused. “A cute whore?” she repeated, not so much offended as she was confused. Well... that was a new one, at least. “Right, uh, ditto,” she said, patting Baylie’s head and nodding. “And yeah. The plan is always to interrogate him. And we should also bring weapons. That way if he fights back, we’re prepared.”
[/i] she had a can of unused mace that she got last Christmas. Pippa wouldn’t even throw it away, she was afraid touching it would cause the pressurized contents to explode. If Baylie could get her hands on those things, and Emmy could find some other things... they could very well have a solid plan.
“I know where I can get a bat and also some mace.” Baylie said, rubbing her hands together, “If I pick up some peppermints, could you get the rest of the supplies? We can meet up when we have everything.”
She paused, realizing they hadn’t formulated the whole plan yet.
“Oh... where is our rendez-vous?” Baylie asked, “And maybe I should give you my number....” [/font][/font] [/ul]
Emmy nodded. “Here,” she said, pulling out the business card for her clock shop. “It’s got my mobile number. Let’s meet back here in about thirty minutes!” she said. With that said, she turned around and ran to the direction of her shop. She glanced to the side of the road, seeing a small cat near a recycling bin. She knelt down and held out her hand. The cat came up to her and she picked it up, holding it out in front of her distastefully. “Who’s a good kitty?”
She entered the small building and flipped on the lights. A Weevil snarled and glared at her from the open attic and she tutted. “Calm down, Arthur,” she said, rifling through her cabinets. She pulled out a hammer and a flashlight. She still held the cat in her hand carefully. It was writhing in her arms, hissing up at the Weevil. “Shut up, cat,” she muttered.
Emmy began the short climb to her attic, pushing the Weevil back. Arthur stepped back, glaring at her. She glanced to the Weevil and patted his back. “I might have something to bring back for you,” she said. “How would you like a big tall baked potato man?” she cooed. “Here, I brought you some dinner,” Emmy told him, setting the cat down on the ground. It flew to to the other edge of the attic and the Weevil chased it. Emmy left the attic, closing it after her.
She came back to the park and climbed up a tree, putting the hammer and flashlight beside her on the branch.
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