Hey guys! This new story is one I'm really excited about.

Basically, what would happen if Rose was there with the Weeping Angels? Will everything go as planned? Will Sally Sparrow intervene?

This takes place not after the Age of Steel when Mickey stays in the parallel world.

Sorry this chapter is so short, but it is basically setting everything up!

They all Fall Down

She blinked.

Fear seized his hearts as he stared in shock at the now empty air that once held Rose Tyler. Of course the one thing she had to do was to blink, ignoring his sudden yell to keep her eyes open. Instead of warning her, it had caused her to blink in surprise, exactly what he wished she wouldn't do.

This shouldn't be happening to him right now. He was the Doctor. He was a Time Lord for God's sake, time shouldn't be something he needed help with. Except that is exactly what he needed at the moment, he needed help.

Pushing his thoughts to the back of his mind for a moment, the Doctor surveyed his surroundings. He was at an abandoned mansion not far outside of London. He and Rose had only investigated the area because Jackie had mentioned that one of her friends had a teenage boy come down here with a group of his friends and never returned. While the Doctor had rambled about how odd it was that Jackie had any friends at all, Rose had asked her mother for the location, ensuring her that they would check it out. He didn't want to agree to investigate, but he didn't know what he would say to Rose if they were left alone together with nothing to distract them. He was a damn coward, that's what he was.

But at first it was good fun, as it always was with Rose Tyler by his side. They had parked the TARDIS outside the creaking gates and, hands aching to latch together, had wandered into the abandoned house with ease. The door was wide open, the dark interior contrasting with the bright morning light that shone outside. It was then that the Doctor should have known it was time to turn around, to not go in there without any clue of what was happening.

But, of course, Rose had other ideas. She proclaimed she heard a creak upstairs and, thinking it was one of the lost boys, had scurried up the stairs with the Doctor right on her heels, wielding his sonic screwdriver like it was a dangerous weapon.

The Doctor had felt something in the air, an energy of time he was not used to feeling on Earth. But still he pushed forwards, suppressing the urge to walk ahead of Rose, as she called out the missing boy's name. When no one responded and they found themselves in an empty room with wallpaper peeling off the walls, everything clicked into place for the Doctor.

There, behind the window that Rose stood in front of stood a horrifying statue. It looked like it hadn't been moved in centuries, though the Doctor knew just how far from the truth that was. The soulless eyes that the Doctor had never had the misfortune of seeing were hidden behind graceful, stone hands.

Remembering how he had automatically opened his mouth and informed Rose not to blink, he had turned around, sure he felt a gust of wind from movement behind him. Sure enough he was right, there stood a weeping angel only inches from him. Well, that sure explained why Rose's face had gone pale.

While he kept his eyes on it, he moved to the side slightly, knowing there was no way he could keep looking at both of the angels. The angel behind Rose was out of his line of sight at the moment, but he was confident it was approaching its prey. It's precious, oblivious prey that the Doctor was praying had the sense to turn around.

It was then that he heard Rose's scream and his stomach twisted in fear. Not caring about his own life at the moment, the Doctor whipped his head over when Rose's scream was cut off and silence filled the room.

All of what had happened replayed in his mind as he stared at the space where Rose should be standing. It had all occurred in a sixteenth of a second. Rose had been gone for that long and he was just standing there wasting precious time thinking.

"Rose," the Doctor gasped, the word involuntarily leaving his mouth. He felt as if he had been running for miles, he couldn't swallow.

Everything was happening so fast, but he also could feel the seconds pass by distinctly and pick up on every detail of the room. He could make out every speck of dust that was flying towards the floor, disturbed by the angels that were quickly making their way towards him. He could hear his blood pumping through his ears, feel goose bumps forming on his trembling hands.

He knew what he had to do. But he only had a few more seconds left.

Taking a deep breath, the Doctor lunged forwards, closing his eyes as his fingers brushed the now soft stone. The same stone that moments ago had touched Rose.

As everything around him twisted as the weeping angel transported him, he only hoped he was right. That by touching the angel that had taken Rose he would be taken to the same time and place as Rose. In the back of his mind, he heard the TARDIS screaming, reminding him that he would be separated from his only way of transportation. If he was wrong and couldn't find Rose, he would be lost.

…

Blinking through the dots that blurred her vision, Rose's breathing quickened. Where the hell was she? Last thing she knew was that she was with the Doctor in that creepy house. He had warned her not to blink, but she had scarcely heard him before everything had disappeared.

"Doctor!" Rose called out, the volume of her voice scratching her shaking vocal cords. "DOCTOR!" she screamed once more, wishing that he would respond like he always did. That he would come running over to her and assure her that everything was alright.

Except no response came. The only noise that answered Rose was a police siren, quickly fading away as the car sped towards someone that wasn't her.

It was then that Rose finally realized where she was standing. She was in a dark alley, all alone. It was cold and wet and she could hear footsteps getting louder, but not see anyone approaching. Gasping in the putrid air, Rose fell to her knees, giving into the dizziness that was threatening to pull her into unconsciousness as she retched up everything she had eaten for breakfast onto the asphalt ground.

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I love my readers,

Gabrielle

SPOILER:

"Doctor who?" the man asked, crinkling his brow up in confusion as he continued to gaze at Rose. After a moment when Rose didn't respond, he spoke up again, figuring her asking for a doctor wasn't important. "Do you think you need to go to the hospital?"