3 July 2017
The Clinton Household, Sherwin St.
Henley, Sydney, New South Wales
"When is Chelsea coming in?" Hillary asked. She was holding a tray of finger foods, arranged playfully while the Prime Minister and her husband stayed at their constituency home. The weather was beautiful, a gorgeous 20C with barely a cloud in the sky. The two were on the private, master bedroom balcony, looking out at the sunrise. Hillary watched as Bill shuffled over in a bathrobe and slippers, both a shade of green.
"I don't know; but it's good to be home. Not at the Lodge, not at Kirribilli House," Bill responded.
"You mean around the corner at Kirribilli," Hillary giggled. "There were many a time that people of power could come visit us if they really wanted to, and they did!" Hillary turned and Bill turned to embrace her closely. "No, not yet; we both have morning breath. Let me at least brush my teeth first." Bill frowned.
"Awww, come on Hillary. It's a beautiful sunrise....it's just the kind of romance that we keep missing out on at the Lodge," Bill groaned. Hillary said nothing but pecked her husband on the cheek rather than on the lips.
"Trust me, you'll thank me for the suggestion later; besides, I think we've got Tanya coming by again by breakfast, too," Hillary smiled. She walked into the living area; she and Bill preferred the larger bedroom space of the bed on the second floor. She simply stood; the phone didn't ring, nothing happened. The country had been running smoothly now that she's at home. She largely became Caretaker Minister, keeping in check with permanent secretaries and colleagues as she was on winter recess until August. The fast pace of Canberra and the slowness of suburban Sydney life couldn't have been more in contrast of each other.
The kitchen was the place that Hillary felt the most at ease. She opened the refrigerator and pilled out various fruits, vegetables, a rasher of bacon, eggs, and orange juice. Reaching into the pantry above her, she decided on pancakes. Lost in her own thoughts, she got cooking away, and the fanciful smells of breakfast attracted Bill into the kitchen and dining area.
"Smells good," Bill said, now having put on normal clothes. "Isn't it nice to be away from all the politics?"
"You didn't say that when we moved into this house back in 1991," Hillary grumbled.
"Well...I wasn't a big fan of what happened in 1991, if I recall correctly," Bill replied.Canberra - June 1991
"Why did you do that, for fuck's sake, Paul!?" bellowed Bill. It wasn't the first time that the Cabinet Room was where Bill started yelling, but he had been more than pissed off after what happened that day.
"Because I had no other choice; I think he's gone off it now!" Paul yelled back, starting to turn redder than the apples in the basket off to the side. "Bob is gonna take this government off a cliff edge and we'll lose to the Nats if we don't get it under control!"
"So you're the one to do it; not warn Cabinet, not tell anyone. Just GO AND DO IT ALL BY YOUR SELF!" Bill shouted back. "I mean, shit, people used to call me the ambitious one but you really take the fucking cake, Paul."
The two stood in angry silence, aides walking past the Cabinet Room hurriedly.
"What did you expect me to do; watch as we go into the next election and lose?" Paul asked. "I know that this recession that Australia is..."
"Your bloody fault; I was with you on the deregulation, floating the dollar, capital gains tax, but the ideas you're putting forward aren't going to work for the country," growled Bill. "Let's not even get to the fact that you stole all of those from me back in 1984 to give Bob the support from the Right."
"Christ, that's what this is about, isn't it?" Paul grumbled. "You're upset that it says Treasurer, Paul Keating on the government sheet while you're just Foreign Minister; I get it. You wanted to stay at home with Hillary and Chelsea."
"It's not about them!" It was very apparent that Bill was going to round on Paul. "It's about you and your arrogance. You always assumed that you would be the next one to be Prime Minister and Labor leader after Hawke. After he met me, your position was changed and the Kirribilli Agreement made it even worse. You thought I wasn't going to honour that agreement between the two of you, insert myself and become Prime Minister. I NEVER wanted it. I wanted to support both of you and do what I could to help change Australia."
Another long pause kept the two men from coming to blows. Paul didn't say anything.
"Bill, I'm sorry...but I had to follow my belief. Hewson is gaining on us and we could lose. Back me, though, and I'll make you my Treasurer," Paul asked. Bill stopped in his tracks. He thought for a long time, not saying anything. Could he do that? Could he betray the trust of Bob Hawke, who still was Prime Minister and still one of his political heroes? Or could he back Paul and ride a smooth trip to the Treasury?
"...Paul....I can't," Bill sighed.
"Then you're out of the Ministry when I become Prime Minister, and I suggest..." Paul began.
"Don't worry; I'll have started my own party before you get that far..."
Paul looked at Bill with intense silence. He said nothing; he simply exited the Cabinet Room, feeling betrayed by Bill and his statement.
The mission the aircraft was on was totally unofficial, the government new nothing of what was going on. Being members of the establishment allowed the generals to finish research and development on a weapon Davishire had never seen before. Taking place in secret with support from the original Prime Minister David Cameron it was bankrolled by the treasury and several high level Davishirian investors. The aircraft was flying low over the sea to avoid radar having already flown west to prevent tracking what was about to happen to Davishire. He opened his procedure book which was in a tamper proof sealed bag, he validated the launch code with which he was issued.. The pilot, checking his GPS saw that his target was now only 100 miles away, approaching from the southwest he removed the yellow and black switch from the firing button, and pushed it....With a jolt the weapon was away, hugging the ground at huge speeds, the deed was done. With the missile hurtling towards its target, unstoppable there was nothing at this point anyone could do. Once it hit Europe would never be the same...
"It does, the Ministry of Defence is willing to pay this sum to expand our air fleet. Speaking of which: I hear that your government will be decommissioning some heavy bombers, of the Vulcan variant I believe. I would like to say that if allowed by your government, a humble home exists for them in His Majesty's Air Force."