Author's Note: This is a story I have been working on; strictly Doctor Who. This is my first non-crossover story. I'm pretty proud of it. It deals with Sally Sparrow, and is kind of a spin-off from Blink. I know, it's ambitious to do a story on the Weeping Angels, but since they're my favourite villain, I thought, "What the hell." Please review/enjoy!

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Russell T. Davies

Blue TARDIS Everdeen

The Face of an Angel

I remember in books when I was a child, there were these pictures. The pictures were of the Ancient Egyptians; and the things they did in everyday life. I used to want to go there; be amongst the powerful kings and sweat with the builders of the grand pyramids; bathe in the cool bathhouses with the queens and other women.

There was one picture in particular that sparked my interest. It was a picture of a woman; wearing grey robes and her hair pulled back in a tight bun. Her body was grey as well; and on her back was a pair of beautiful wings. Feathery, soft wings that seemed to flutter out of the picture. I called her my guardian angel.

I took that picture everywhere with me; to school, to the park, and I would put it by my bedside every night. I would often talk to her, telling her my troubles and my lame jokes that I saved just for her. Then I remember one night, I didn't put her by my bed. I put her by my window; the white moonlight streaming in and seeming to make her glow. I scooted to the end of my bed; making sure that the gentle breeze didn't make her take unnecessary flight.

"I'm moving you to this spot," I said, smoothing out a corner that had folded over. "I hope that you like it." I retreated; looking over my shoulder at the beautiful woman. "Goodnight. I hope you don't fly away on me." My head hit the pillow; I imagined I was sleeping on a cloud, high up in the sky, with my guardian angel protecting me.

Fifteen Years Later

"Sally! Get up! We haven't got all bloody day!" My friend Kathy said, yelling up the stairs.

"Ugh. Five more minutes?" I said, rolling over and putting my pillow over my face.

"Oh, come on, you lazy bum." She hit me with my other pillow. "I thought you were excited for this new journalism job."

"I AM Kath, just not at eight in the bloody morning." I roll over, falling off the side of my bed. "Besides," I say, stretching my arms. "I don't have to be in until 10 anyway." I walk to the bathroom, rubbing my eyes. "I hope you didn't use up all of my shampoo again."

"I'm going out to lunch. You want anything?" I told my friend Matt. I work at his movie shop, Bano's DVD's. I like this job, and Matt's a good guy. It's just…I can't help feeling like I could be doing more with my life.

"Yeah, uh how about a sandwich, and some crisps?" Matt said, pulling out his wallet. "Where are you going? Speedy's again? You eat there every day. You know it's not healthy, Larry. "

"Yup. And YOU know it's my favourite place."

He sighed. "How much do I need to give you?"

"Depends on whether or not you want your stuff in a bag." I say; dodging the swing of his arm. "Hey, calm down. I was kidding." I take his money and stuff it into my hoodie pocket. "I'll be back."

"Make it quick, will ya? We just got a new delivery, and I need you to take inventory."

"Will do," I say, giving a little salute; stepping out the door and into the haziness that is London.