GREYHOUND ᴼᴺᴱ

Jemma Redgrave as President Jessica Danforth

The voice grabbed her attention, sat on the low wall as she tried to wrap her head around everything that had happened. 

“Oh-” The jacket is warm, like it’s just been taken off and Mel isn’t going to refuse it. The breeze is cold…and she’s left in the aftermath of whatever the hell it was that had happened here. 

If she is going to be honest, Mel doesn’t understand what has happened. She had just been in the park and all hell had broken loose. It sounded odd to her, to say that she had been in the right place at the right time, but for the people who had been hurt that was very much the case - for her, it was a nightmare. 

Strange, Mel wasn't entirely unaccustomed to such events, she just usually was an active participant in the aftermath rather than the actual incident itself. Now the place is crawling with people in uniforms and…they’re not ones she recognizes entirely. There’s just enough context for Mel to figure out they are military? Or something military adjacent?

Securing shelter, hygiene kits, medicine and food parcels

Humans of Dahieh

Ma3 Ba3ed (which means "together" in Arabic)

Egna Legna / their Instagram (specifically supporting migrant domestic worker communities who are often excluded from receiving life-saving aid and shelter)

d2.fromthesouth

Tanseqeye Shaabiye

Haven for Artists

Daily warm meals preparation

Nation Station

Husen Fayyad / his Instagram

Medical support for war-wounded children

Wings for Hope

Ghassan Abu Sittah Children's Fund

"Words are fun-- Wordz. Wuh-ur-duh-zuh. Wur-duzh. Werds." The Andalite was all too happy to play around with the mouth of his human form as though it were some niffty toy. At the end of the day, he was still, a child-- and in a moment like this perhaps that was the most clear. He looked no older than a teen, and his voice was unusually androgynous. The result of his combined morph.

"I am thankful for the tea. It is very hot. I enjoy hot. Hot-tuh. Do you have cinnamon buns here as well?" Brown eyes gazed up at her with naive curiosity. He was, after all, alone on this world. She and UNIT were the closest things he'd had to friends after being separated from his companions. He hadn't anticipated humans actually wanting to help him, but was also wary, as any child left alone would be. His thick American accent stood out though, distinctly one from Southern California.

"For a long time now I've had many questions about humans my friends could not answer Perhaps you could help, Prince Kate." Ax brought his hand to his throat as he spoke, feeling the vibrations through his fingertips. "I can feel the movement when I speak as well. Is this not a vulnerability? The airway is forward facing, toward potential opponents. A single strike can incapacitate if done in the right location, I have used this method before."

Kate found herself staring at the Andalite out of the corner of her eye as she topped up both their cups. Trying to catch a glimpse, some flaw in his disguise. Even if logic told her, she wouldn't. The Andalites didn't cloak themselves like other species did. They weren't pretending to be someone else, they became them. Complete metamorphosis. And Ax was young. A child at best, imagine, a grasp on morphing technology at such a young age. Kate wasn't without sympathy either. A young child, alone in the world? He was her responsibility as much as defending the Earth was.

❝ Ah, just Kate is fine. ❞ She muttered, waving the title away awkwardly. ❝ yes-yes I suppose it is. As the dominant species on our planet, its evolved for complex communication over responding to threats.... ❞ She trailed off, a frown marring her forehead as she thought about Ax's confession. " A method I have used before."

"Don't you use that kind of language with me young lady. Where the bloody hell did you pick up that sort of language?" Alistair didn't have a problem with where the boy came from or his upbringing, actually he seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. Maybe it was just his stubbornness to accept that his first assumptions of the boy's character were wrong. And also the fact that he impregnated his unmarried daughter. Although he doesn't have much footing to stand on there and he's reminded of that fact when he looks out the kitchen window and sees Doris in the garden.

"The boy doesn't even talk properly." Ignoring the fact that it took him years of practice to perfect the received pronunciation he was now speaking in, being from Cornwall with parents that came from Scotland. "And the boy is divorced. Do you think that bodes well for your marriage that he's been divorced?" Now ignoring the fact that he himself was divorced. "And a soldier, I expected better for you." Once again ignoring the fact that he was once a soldier.

The calm, knowing voice of reason had reared its head at last. It wasn't smug. No, worse, it was gentle. Urging her to consider the similarities. It was funny, she never really thought of her mother these days. Their relationship had never been the best to start with and it had only shrunk to become virtually nonexistent when she'd opted to move in with her father and Doris. She thought of her now. Fiona Campbell, ( she'd gone back her maiden name almost as soon as she good. ) in the grips of paranoia, memorising the precise way her husband knocked at the door, because any other would be accompanied by the news of his death. She thought of the way her relationship had deteriorated with her mother because she was a reminder of that same man, and wondered for the first time, might the same thing happen again?

An uncomfortable knot twisted in her stomach, one that had everything and nothing to do with the life growing inside. Absently, her hand went to her stomach. History had a tendency to repeat themselves in the Lethbridge-Stewart family. Kate didn't believe in destiny. But she did believe in familiar patterns. "I've yet to get your feelings on the situation." Her father's words had struck a nerve she was unwilling to admit to just yet.

the  time  machine  thrums against  reality,  engines  wheezing  in  offended  bursts  as  the  blue  box  slides  sideways,  corrects  itself,  then  somehow  bounces  out  of  the  time  vortex  &  skids  to  a  halt  on  the  pavement  outside  UNIT  headquarters  like  a  sulking  animal  refusing  to  sit.

the  doctor  stumbles  out,  catching  himself  on  the  frame  as  the  TARDIS  gave  one  last  indignant  clunk.     “ oh  don't, ”   he  grumbles,  turning  back  to  glare  at  the  blue  box,   “ don’t  you  dare  pretend  that  was  my  fault.  that  was  a  perfectly  reasonable  landing  vector  &  you - ”   he  waves  his  hands  in  an  incoherent  circle.   “ you  decided  to  redecorate  gravity. ”

the  TARDIS  responds  by  making  a  noise  that  sounds  suspiciously  smug.  both  hands  are  dragged  through  his  hair  as  the  timelord  takes a  breath in,  forcing  calm  that  didn’t  quite  stick.  something  is  off.  he  can  feel  it;  a  pressure  behind  his  eyes,  a  wrongness  in  the  air  that  had  nothing  to  do  with  UNIT’s  ever-present  security  scanners  sweeping  over  him.  &  he  turns,  finally  taking  in  the  building.

UNIT  HQ.  solid.  defensive.  alert.  &  humming.  not  audibly,  not  to  humans.  but  to  him,  it  felt  like  standing  too  close  to  a  live  wire.

“ oh,  that’s  why, ”   he  breathes  out,   “ sulking  because  you  don’t  like  what’s  under  the  car  park.  well  join  the  club. ”

Hovering beside her and clad from head to toe in black, stood a UNIT officer named Roy Meah. He seemed to be waiting for the opportune moment to speak again. Kate could practically feel the confusion radiating off him. She sighed again. ❝... well, Corporal? What else? ❞ "it's-it's that box Ma'am. That blue police box. It's shown up on our scanners..…" He never got to finish that sentence. Kate's head whipped around so fast that the young Corporal actually took a step back in surprise. ❝ Show me. ❞ which was precisely how she found herself squinting into the light outside of UNIT's London Headquarters barely 10 minutes later, flanked by Corporal Meah and another officer.