Hey guys! I'm back! So, this is just a hint, almost like a promo, of the story I'm currently writing. I had a ton of fun writing the last one and I really wanted to write another, so here we are! Anyway, I'm probably going to post the actual chapters sometime in January, most likely, so I have some time to write and get ahead of the game. I hope you guys enjoy it and look forward to the rest of the story!
Prologue
Amy watched as Rory walked out the door, whistling to himself as he did. Amy smiled to herself, watching as her husband quickly crossed the street before more traffic reached him. The adjustment to New York, especially the time zone, had been difficult at first; however, traveling with the Doctor made the adjustment easier than it would have been. Amy turned away from the window. She walked over to the breakfast table, clearing away the empty plates. There was a bit of time before she had to review more manuscripts.
"Amy Pond," the familiar accent pierced the previously silent air. "It's been a while."
Amy whirled, instinctively grabbing a knife that had been lying on the counter.
Crowley lifted his hands defensively. "Now, now," he said. "It's almost as if you aren't pleased to see me."
Amy glared at him. "What are you doing here?" she asked, hoping she was overreacting.
"You know exactly why," Crowley smirked. "I'm here to cash in my favor."
Amy stiffened, her fears confirmed. "What do you want? My soul?" she said sarcastically.
"Oh no, something much more important to me than that," Crowley said, mocking yet assuring at the same time. "No, what I want is something a bit harder to come by."
Amy watched him walk around to the window she had been peering out just a few minutes before. "And that is?"
Crowley turned to her. "Information," he said. "I require certain information and you are one of the only people able to provide it. And as you are the only one of those people in my debt, well," he smirked again. "You can see how I arrived to the conclusion you would be my best bet."
Amy crossed her arms over her chest. "What do you want to know?" she asked coldly.
Crowley walked over to her. "Tell me," he said slowly. "What do you know of the weeping angels?"
Amy felt surprise on her face. "Why do you want to know about the weeping angels?"
Crowley shrugged. "Oh, just for the benefit of knowledge," he said vaguely.
Crowley pulled away a chair from the table. "Please, sit down," he said smoothly.
Amy frowned, but sat down. "What do you want to know?" she asked warily.
Crowley leaned forward towards her. "Everything," he said eagerly.