Surrounded. That was my first thought on the situation. Most people would be terrified in my current position – surrounded by an army of the worst creatures that anyone in my family has ever faced, my parents trapped and not even aware of who I am yet, although they will know soon – but I wasn't. in all honesty, I was just plain irritated.

"I am the Angel." I shouted at the assembled army. "The daughter of the Oncoming Storm and River Song. You think that my dad is scary? You think that my mum is terrifying? Put them together, and add in a bit of fiery. Scottish. Temper. Then you've got me." A pause, to let that sink in, then, "Basically, run."

That's when I woke up.

Next morning, I was up early, leaving my flat to go for a run before I had to get to work. I had already written down my dream from the night before, but it was still bugging me. I'd been having these dreams for as long as I could remember. I was always there, but the dreams were never from my point of view. I was always watching myself, like an out-of-body experience. Throughout my dreams, though, there were always certain people there. Sometimes they looked different, yet I instinctively knew that they were the same people. There was a man with a blue suit and sandshoes with spiky hair; a man with floppy hair, a big chin, a bow tie and suspenders; and a grey man with rather cross-looking eyebrows and a magicians coat – I knew that they were the same person. There was a little baby; a little girl with bright red hair; a dark-skinned girl with a pink dress and a gun; and a beautiful woman with kind grey eyes and the biggest hair imaginable – they were all the same woman. Then there were others. I could always remember faces, but never any names.

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, that I didn't even notice where I was going until I crashed into someone.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going!" a man's voice said frantically. I sat on the ground for a moment, trying to push my unmanageable curls back out of my face. I finally managed to – it's ridiculous just how much hair I have – and looked up at who knocked me over.

My next words got caught in my throat as soon as I saw him. Honey brown eyes looked at me with concern, and slightly shaggy, light brown hair made him look absolutely adorable. He was tall, and rather skinny.

Proper skinny, though. Like a matchstick man.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a hand being held out to me. Blushing slightly, I grabbed it and got to my feet.

Spencer Reid's P.O.V.

"I'm so sorry." I said again. "I didn't think anyone else would be awake this early, so I wasn't watching where I was going."

She laughed slightly, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. I couldn't help but notice that she was rather pretty. Dirty blonde hair fell in a curtain down her back, and big, beautiful green eyes danced as she looked up at me. "It's quite alright, it was as much my fault as it was yours."

Her accent surprised me slightly, but what surprised me more was that I couldn't place her accent. She pronounced some words differently than others, as if her accent had been created by blending together several others.

"I don't think I've seen you around here before." I said, and she smiled.

"No, I just moved into the flat down the hall." She said. "I was just heading out for a run before I have to leave for class."

"Oh, really?" I asked her, interested, although I probably wouldn't be for long. I knew from experience, most girls that looked like this one did normally wouldn't give me the time of day, and the ones that did were usually the least interesting ones, who only cared about makeup and clothes. "What are you studying?"

"I'm getting my doctorate in Archeology." She said happily, making me pause for a second. Luckily, I recovered quickly.

"Wow, that's impressive." I said, and she blushed.

"Thanks. I'd better get a move on, actually. Can't be late for my first class." She said, before waving and beginning to walk away.

"Wait!" I called out, and she turned to look at me questioningly. "What's your name?" I asked.

She smiled. "Angela. Angela Lake. What's yours?"

"Spencer Reid." I said, and she smiled, before giving a curtsy.

"Well then, Sir Spencer Reid of Virginia," she said, looking at me with laughter dancing in her eyes, "It's been a pleasure, and I hope to make your acquaintance again."

I gave a bow, smiling awkwardly. "And yours as well, Lady Angela Lake."

She started laughing at that, before walking off. I just stood there smiling for a minute, before remembering why I was even up this early. I swore under my breath, running off to my car so I could hopefully make it to work before Hotch got too pissed off.

Meanwhile, in the TARDIS

The Doctor hit one last lever, materializing into the Vortex.

"Catherine! Angel, where are you? It's your turn to pick where we go!" he called out, but got no response. Then the Doctor realized that he hadn't seen his daughter for a while now. He wasn't sure how long – trying to measure time on the TARDIS was extremely difficult – but he figured it had to have been at least a week or so.

"Where could she be?" he muttered to himself, before remembering. He had dropped her off at her house in Leadworth last week.

"Silly Doctor." He said, scolding himself as he put in the coordinates that would land the TARDIS in his daughter's living room.

"Angel, Daddy's home!" the Doctor called out as he pulled the TARDIS doors open and stepped out into his little girl's house.

Well, she wasn't really his little girl anymore, he thought sadly. She might still look like an 18 year old, but they – River, Angel, Amy, Rory, Vastra, Jenny, Strax, Sarah Jane and Luke Smith, Mickey and Martha Smith-Jones and Kate Lethbridge-Stewart – had recently celebrated her 119th birthday.

All thoughts of that sort left his mind immediately after looking around the living room, though.

There was an inch of dust on every surface, and furniture tossed every which way. The Doctor began panicking, and raced into the TARDIS, before heading to Stormcage to pick up his bespoke psychopath.

Something had happened to their daughter.