Note: Hi ya'll! I've never written a Hunger Games or Doctor Who fanfic or combined them! Adriana and I have been working hard at plotting this, so I hope you will enjoy! This is my second adventure writing with a friend, and I can't wait to see how it turns out. ~ LucyofNarnia AKA Beth
Note: Hey everyone! So this is my first Doctor Who Fan Fiction and I'm excited to see why y'all think about it. I hope you enjoy what Bethany and I have put together! ~ Adriana AKA -Katherine
Prologue
The woods at night were not Representative Banas' favorite place to be, especially for a rendezvous with one of the most dangerous species that didn't even know he was coming. He pressed his thumb to the communicator on his palm, lifting it to his lips as he scanned the area, squinting his night vision into use. "I've arrived at zone one. No sighting yet sir."
The communicator gave off a slight hissing noise. "Very good Representative. Keep your eyes open. Never know when one of those fellows will show up."
"Very good sir."
The voice chuckled. "Call me brother, remember?"
Banas blinked. "Right. Brother." The communicator hissed again, and went dark.
He looked around the clearing he'd arrived in, and had the sensation of something crawling up his neck. He didn't want to be on the ground anymore. Picking the first tree in his sighting, a strong oak, he stepped toward it, gauging the distance to the first branch. It was a good ten feet, which would be difficult in this human form, but he could manage. Inhaling in the hope that it would somehow propel him upwards, he leaned down, and launched himself toward the branch. He gasped as his fingers closed around the wood, but brought his body to a painful halt.
"Why must I be sent on these dangerous missions," he mumbled to himself, then realized he should be quiet if he didn't want to be caught. He swung his body in an arc until he landed on the branch, as natural as a leopard in it's tree. He climbed a few more branches up with ease. From this vantage point he could watch for his expected guests, on their way home from a night out.
Leaning back against the tree, he wondered again why he'd been chosen for this mission. Sure, it was a rite of passage for the family members to go on missions, but wouldn't an older member- one of the uncle's maybe- be a better choice? Banas would never admit to anyone that his reasoning for not wanting this mission was that he was afraid. But these guys were nothing to play around with. He scanned the area for life forms again. If they arrived, it could happen at any moment, especially if they detected his presence.
As if someone had read his mind, he felt the sudden rush of wind that heralded their presence. The chill skipping up his spine increased. They weren't in his sight, so they must have skirted the perimeter instead of following their normal course. He turned his head, scanning through the leaves.
There they were. He stared at them. Maybe climbing the tree hadn't been his best idea. Keeping his eyes trained on what appeared to be statues, he held onto the branch, lowering his feet until they reached the next one. He continued this, not looking forward to the ten-foot drop from the bottom limb.
For weeks he had trained in keeping his eyes open without blinking, while his fellow family members charted their patterns. He hoped his training would help him.
"Do not be alarmed." The words sounded foreign as they exited his mouth. He wasn't an ambassador. His people didn't even have ambassadors. He couldn't think of many instances where they had needed to talk to anyone. "I want to speak to you."
He hoped the words would at least arouse their curiosity, so they wouldn't kill him before he reached the ground. Breathing in, he let go of the branch, landing on his feet. He glanced at the stone creatures. They hadn't moved. Good.
Approaching them, eyes wide, he held his hands in a gesture of peace. "I just want to talk. I have a proposition for you."
They didn't move, but in a moment a voice exited the statue. "What kind of proposition."
Even though he had known they would be able to communicate after their recent kill, the unexpected voice that didn't match the creature gave Banas a start.
"We know about the unique talents of the weeping angel race. We need help. Our family is in trouble, and we need you to do something for us. Our methods will not work here as they would elsewhere."
The angel gave a sound resembling a laugh. "What would helping you give us?"
Banas smiled, his eyes beginning to water. "Something you've been seeking for a long, long time."
"Don't play with us human."
This accusation of race only made his smile larger. "Oh, you're mistaken. I am not human. It is with the alagai you make this deal."
The angel didn't speak, so Banas let this knowledge sink in before he resumed.
"In return for your services, we will give you something you want. We will deliver you the greatest enemy you have known, and his spaceship. The Doctor and his Tardis will be yours."
Disclaimer: We don't own anything but the idea and the alagai.
