Hello! So this idea just sort of popped into my head...it could be just a quick fun "episode" or it could lump into other...bigger stuff...

I don't know, tell me what you think!

Rated T just to be safe, possible scary stuff and language.

Read, Review, and Enjoy!

I do not own Doctor Who...if I did...well...you'd see ME bouncing around on screen with David Tennant and Matt Smith. xD

"Oh come on Emma, hurry up! It's about to start, and I've got some popcorn!" she shouted.

"I'm coming!" Emma shouted from the kitchen. Her friend rolled her eyes.

"And get Justin in here while your at it!" she shouted in the direction of the kitchen.

"Hush Alex!" Emma bellowed in response. Alex sighed, and switched on the brand new television. This was brilliant, even Justin should be pleased. He who claimed to be free of fear, immune to scary things on television screens. He claimed that every horror movie on earth was a yawner, and because Emma was a fanatic, they had forced Justin to come over and watch Doctor Who with them. Alex herself had watched it. She wasn't what you would call a fanatic. It was different. She wasn't obsessive over it; she didn't own box sets, she didn't have a million police boxes all over her house, and she didn't have a picture of David Tennant, or Matt Smith on her computer screensaver.

However, many people accused her of being a fanatic for a simple reason: she could quote almost every episode. It was her favorite past time: memorizing things. She loved quoting movies, books, plays, everything. Why? She was an actress, and when pretending to be somebody else and memorizing lines is a part of your daily life, you tend to make a bad habit out of it.

She sighed, and started flipping through her best friend's Netflix, and thoroughly enjoyed looking at all the programs. Swashy romances, chick flicks, comedies…it was all so…American. Except Doctor Who. That was British. And it was the best one there. Ha.

Yes, Alex was a Londoner. She did not live in America (Washington State to be exact), home of French Fries, American Idol, and Twilight. Twilight…Emma loved it. Personally, Alex preferred Harry Potter. She was staying with Emma in Olympia, and it was raining. It always rained in Washington. She was here because her parents were splitting up, and Emma's mother had invited Alex to stay for a month while everything got sorted out at home. She had met Emma on a tour in France a year ago, and they'd been best friends ever since, so when the invite came up and airplane tickets were cheap, she leaped at the opportunity. It beat the hell out of being at home.

"EMMA!" she bellowed. She had found the episode she was looking for: Blink. It was the first episode about the Weeping Angels, and it was certainly scarier than the second, she recalled. However, the Angels in that episode were far more intimidating…snapping people's necks, coming out of the television screen. The ones in Blink simply zapped you into the past, and that was it. "The kindest way of killing you." Just putting somebody back into 1920 and living out the rest of their lives till the day they disappeared. Then they die. Not so bad for them, but for their friends. Alex tried to imagine what that would be like…but it was hard.

She looked up as her blond haired friend came dancing into the room. She was very petit, with long wavy blond hair and dark blue eyes, quite a contrast to Alexandrea; tall, long dark reddish brown hair with lighter highlights, dark green eyes, a slightly narrow face, and long legged. Everyone told her she was elegant and tall; a classy, upper class looking English woman. She snorted inwardly at the thought. Upper class.

"There you are," she growled. "Is he coming?" she asked. Emma plunked herself down on the couch and plunged her hand into the bowl of popcorn and looked at Alex grinning.

"Yeah, he was outside drooling over that fancy new bike of his," she said. Justin Breager was Emma's brother; another blond, though considerably taller and older. He had recently bought a new racing bike, and every ten minutes went outside to check and see if it was still there. At that moment, the garage door slammed, and Alex pressed play.

Justin made his appearance in the living room, and quickly looked at the television screen as he grabbed some of the popcorn and sat down. He eyed the screen.

"What's this?" he asked airily.

"Doctor Who," Emily piped up. He rolled his eyes, but did not look unhappy. He liked the show, though he constantly denied it.

"Blink, I thought it might be mildly interesting to the horror freak," Alex said dryly. He glared at her. She raised an eyebrow.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," he muttered. She didn't stop looking at him. "Stop that," he said irritably. Alex raised her eyebrow higher.

"Stop what?" she asked.

"Stop doing that!" he growled.

"Shut up you two, and watch the show!" Emma growled.

Alex grinned a bit, and watched. The character, Sally Sparrow had just avoided being killed by a flying stone in the creepy old house. Justin scoffed at it.

"An old mansion," he grunted. "typical."

"Oi!" Alex growled. "Nip it!"

They watched quietly for some time, in fact, most of the show, and Justin did not make any more snide remarks. Alex loved this episode; she liked being creeped out. She watched as Sally and her friend began working out the mystery, and just before they got attacked by the Angels inside the house the first time (with boyfriend, for some reason, Alex could never remember the ginger characters name), Justin got up. Emma followed, and Alex paused it.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I forgot, gotta call my mom," Emma said. "She wanted me to call her at five for some reason, be right back,"

"And what about you?" Alex asked Justin, but he had disappeared before she got an answer. She sighed, and stared at the screen. It was frozen on a picture of an Angel with it's hands still over it's eyes, but in the room. She sighed, and decided to get a glass of water.

When she returned, Emma and Justin still weren't back. She could hear Emma's muffled voice from upstairs, and she could hear Justin mucking about in the garage. Probably staring at his bike for the umpteenth time. She wandered back into the living room, and started picking through the remaining popcorn kernels in the bowl, wondering what was going on at home, and what she would be doing next when she got back. Well, she would be going off to college, that much she knew; her eighteenth birthday was in a week, and it was the end of June. She had just finished her senior year.

Acting and Science; particularly Chemistry and Physics, that was what she wanted to do with her life. It just made sense, and though she had never told anybody, Doctor Who had inspired a remarkably intense curiosity for Astronomy. She sighed, waiting and looked up at the frozen image of the angel.

She started so badly that she dropped the popcorn bowl, and the water. Luckily she was not much for making noise, so nothing more than a slight gasp escaped her lips. Her mouth dropped open, and the world around her seemed hushed; even Emma's voice seemed more distant, farther away. Alex was very aware that her breathing had gotten shallow, and her heart was pounding like a drum in her ears.

"No," she whispered. "No way."

But there was no denying it. There was no explanation, and no alternate possibilities, or theories, unless somebody had snuck inside the house through the window and played the show forward about a minute in about thirty seconds without Alex noticing. She was smart, a straight A student; full of logic, and sharp as a tack. She stared, her mouth open slightly, and for some reason, her eyes were drawn to the stone chin, and she felt herself shaking slightly. No other explanation, other than the improbable. The impossible…but maybe not. What was impossible, was denying it.

The Angel had moved.