Hi potential readers! This story sprung from an abandoned school project last year. The teacher wouldn't let us incorporate Weeping Angels, unfortunately. Thus this fanfic was born. It is my first fic and I kind of get side tracked a lot. It probably won't be updated very regularly, due to school and laziness... Sorry! Reviews are welcome, but not required. Hate is not constructive criticism, so no hate please.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. If you think I do, go talk to the BBC and they will tell you I don't. I also do not own Rose (OC, not Tyler) as she is a real person and would probably kick me if I did. Most of my characters are based off real people, so here is their credit (to avoid more kicking). Guys, you know who you are, and you are awesome! No names mentioned to protect privacy.

Prologue

Rose and I were walking in the park the day the Angels got us. We were discussing an episode of Doctor Who, called Asylum Of The Daleks. We were both die hard Whovians, and had dissected every scene. And we had predicted (correctly) that Oswin was a Dalek.

"Soufflé girl is definitely gonna have like survived the explosion so she can come back for the second part of series 7!" said Rose.

"Remember that only her actor is coming back, she might not be being Oswin!" I told her.

"Who?"

"Souffle girl, her name is Oswin Oswald" I swatted her on the shoulder for not remembering. We are both like that; a light smack or a kick solved everything, so long as it didn't actually hurt.

We had stopped in front of one of the statues.

"Hey Erin, look, a Weeping Angel!" said Rose, in mock terror.

"Don't blink!" I joked.

"I challenge you to a staring contest!" she said with a flourish.

One minute later, we still hadn't stopped. We had actually trained ourselves not to blink in case we ever actually did meet a Weeping Angel. I heard movement behind me, but resisted the urge to turn around. My eyes were watering by now but I didn't blink. Rose was doing the exact same. Her gaze drifted to a point behind me, and she gasped.

"I win! You looked away!" I sang out.

"Erin, don't move a muscle." Her voice tremored a bit.

"What, is there a spider? Where?!" I turned around and froze.

In front of me was the statue, but it was no longer standing on its plinth. And it no longer gazed into the distance with a contemplating expression on its face. It was giving the most terrible glare, teeth bared and eyes wide.

"Very funny Rose. Who is that in the costume? Anna?"

"This isn't a joke, Erin, and if it is, I didn't freaking organize it!" she whispered.

"Maybe Anna did, or Sophie?" Anna and Sophie were our other Whovian friends.

"I don't-" she stops in mid sentence.

"Rose?" I looked behind me, before I could stop myself.

I n Rose's place, stood another Angel. It was one of the little cherubs from the fountain we passed half an hour ago. Behind it were three more.

"Baby Angels!" I breathed.

Then I realised my mistake. I had done the one thing you should never do in the presence of a Weeping Angel. I had turned my back on it. I felt a cold touch on my shoulder. Then I was standing, knee-deep in a creek surrounded by gold panners.