I'll Find You

Summary: Even when the moment seems perfect danger still waits around the corner for The Doctor and River. But can a weeping angel and all of time and space keep them apart?

A/N Hey guys, I bet you're surprised to hear from me again aren't you :D I just have a real itch for Doctor Who fanfiction at the moment and I thought I'd scratch it. Thank you to everyone who read the one-shot I posted yesterday by the way, it means a lot.

Chapter 1: KIDNAP

The Doctor and River were snuggled together on the side of a mountain. The sun burned brightly and baskets of food and wine were scattered around them. They'd had a lovely day, thought River and she gazed lovingly into her Doctor's eyes. She didn't think she'd ever laughed so much in her life. Then all of a sudden The Doctor sprang to his feet and straightened the bowtie River had been trying to undo all afternoon.

"Where are you going, sweetie?" she asked, wondering what else he could possibly have planned.

He just winked at her and made his way towards the TARDIS, snapping his fingers to open the doors. When the doors were shut behind him he allowed himself a girlish giggle. He had a present for her. In his time-stream they had been married exactly a year. He didn't know exactly where she was time-wimey-wise but that didn't mean he would forgo their anniversary, not one bit. He made his way into his bedroom and rifled through the top draw of the dresser until he found the box. It was black with a big red bow on the top. The bow matched River's favourite lipstick and his bowtie perfectly. He opened it and cast a glance at what was inside; a necklace with the oldest diamond in the universe hanging from it. He hoped she liked it, seen as she seemed to like old things so much.

He walked up to the blue doors of the TARDIS and paused, taking a moment to smooth his hair down and tuck his shirt back in properly. Then he flung open the doors and lifted his eyes, expecting to find his angel waiting exactly where he'd left her. And there certainly was an angel stood among the remnants of their picnic. A weeping angel.

"No..." he whimpered desperately.

His eyes scanned the area whilst trying to keep the angel in sight. He couldn't see River anywhere and that left only one alternative. His eyes snapped back to the seemingly innocent statue before him, and it appeared to be smirking. He ran up to it and pulled out his sonic screwdriver.

"WHERE IS SHE?" he bellowed. His voice echoed terribly around the rolling hills. But he knew that the angel couldn't reply.

"Bring her back" he spat through clenched teeth. "Bring her back to me right now." His voice was dangerously low and held an underlying threat which was rare to be heard from the timelord. The Doctor didn't usually make demands, but when he did you sure better meet them. Truth be told he didn't know if an angel could bring someone back from the past, at a guess he'd say no. But the possibility of such an event seemed infinitely more likely than him going back to the TARDIS without her. They stood there for minutes, the angel trapped by The Doctor's fierce glare and The Doctor frozen by his own terror. He didn't know what to do. Stood here he couldn't get her back, but this angel was the only link he had to her. What was he supposed to do? Then his shoulders dropped in resignation, he could stand on the side of this mountain for centuries and he would be no closer to finding his wife. So he had only two options. Touch the angel and hope he would be transported to her, without his time machine thus being trapped in the past, or try and find her using the TARDIS. He sighed at the impossible task before him and raised his finger to wipe away a solitary tear. Then he backed away from the weeping angel slowly and into the TARDIS, shutting the doors on his wife's kidnapper.

Then he collapsed, his knees giving in now he had escaped the eyes of his enemy. Tears streamed from his eyes and down the high cheekbones that still tingled from where River had stroked his face only an hour ago. His hands balled up in his hair and pulled at the follicles, causing his head to throb. He didn't care, any pain was better than the agony in his chest. It felt like both of his hearts were exploding simultaneously.

He cried until he passed out, and when he awoke his limbs were stiff and rigid. He got up and stretched, making his way clumsily over to the console, stroking a near-by handle to feel an ounce of comfort in the suddenly very empty time machine.

"What am I going to do?" he asked quietly, his voice cracked like a dropped mirror.

The TARDIS thrummed in response and although The Doctor didn't know what the sound meant, which he would never admit, it was nice to know he wasn't alone. He thought about how he usually acted when things went suddenly wrong and as he did the screen in front of him flickered on, with one word flashing against the black background.

FIGHT

His eyebrows retracted and deep lines creased his forehead.

"How?" he whispered.

How was he supposed to fight all of time, she could be anywhere in the past after all. She could have been sent to yesterday, or the first day of the universe's existence for all he knew. And he had already tried searching for her once when she was lost in time, and the results weren't exactly promising. He looked back up to the screen.

TRY

Well he couldn't argue with that. After everything River had done for him he owed it to her to do something. She was his wife after all, even if she did make fun of his bowtie. But where was he supposed to look for someone who could be anywhere in the past?

And all of a sudden the idea popped into his head- he knew just the place.

A/N I hope you liked the first chapter guys! I'll try to update as frequently as possible but no promises. Don't forget to review and let me know what you thought.

Thanks for reading.

Jess x

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