Authors Note: So this is just a thought I had. Can Weeping Angels hit someone more than once? Because if they could that would suck really bad and so this story was born!

Edit: I kept the dialogue the same, I just changed a few facial expressions and a reaction or two so other things later make a bit of sense. 11/29/2015

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who

Sarah Jones can't help her rotten luck. She tries so damn hard to do things right, she really does, but no matter what she does something bad always happens. The worst part of it was the year she turned 18 and Sarah met the Weeping Angels.

"Hey James hurry up will you? I can't hold this stupid box much longer." Sarah calls to her friend with the key. She hears a thud and sighs. "You big clutz what did you drop now? I hope you didn't break it or your mother is gonna be pissed." She turns the corner with the box still in her hands and she sees James holding his foot and cursing under his breath.

"Damn box hit my fucking foot. Shit this hurts!" He makes one last face before standing straight and picking up the offensive box. "I've got the key. Let's just put these damn boxes in storage so we can go home and finish our movie."

They walk around the corner once more and James opens the door to the storage unit. "Why couldn't your mother do this again? It's just a few boxes; we were in the middle of watching a movie for Christ-sake!"

James laughs as he peers into the darkness. "Something about us being 'young and full of energy so suck it up and do what I say'." He flips the light switch and jumps. "Shit that thing is creepy."

Sarah observes the statue, it looks like an evil angel with fangs and claws but it is starting to crumble around the edges. The statue is facing away from the pair looking into a mirror so Sarah and James can see both its wings and demon face. "Um, let's just put the boxes down and go. That thing gives me the willies James; I don't want to be here with it any longer than I have to."

"Alright, let's get out of here." James walks over and places the boxes by the mirror. "Wha-oof!" He trips over himself and knocks the mirror over on his way down. "Damn it that smarts." He stands up and starts dusting himself off. "You must have given me some of your bad luck Sarah, huh?" He looks up to see his friend standing stock still staring in horror behind him. "Whoa, what is it?" He turns and sees that the statue had moved and was inches away from his face. "OH GOD! Wha-what the fuck Sarah! How the hell did that thing move!"

"I don't know! I looked down at you when you fell and when I looked at the statue the fucking thing had MOVED and looked like it was trying to FUCKING EAT YOU!" The pair turned and ran. James took one step before disappearing and Sarah made it back to the door before she found herself in the middle of now where.

"James? Oh, god what happened? Where am I?" Sarah turns around but sees nothing that looks familiar. She sees a house a distance away and a little girl playing in the back yard. "Hey, hey kid! Is your mother home?" She walks towards the girl. As she approaches a woman walks out of the house.

"Deborah, come inside now." The woman stands on one side of the fence with Sarah on the other. "What are you doing running up to my kid like that? Do you need help?" The woman mildly glares at Sarah as if to scold her for talking to her child. Then her face shifts to something that Sarah doesn't understand. Admiration, Fear, Recognition?

"I'm lost and I need to find my friend James, we were just at this storage unit over by his house and I can't remember how I got here."

"Well I would help but my husband gets off work soon and I haven't made dinner yet. You know how it is." The woman turns and starts back inside.

Sarah gasps and grabs at the woman's arm. "Wait! Can you at least lend me your phone so I can call me friend? I lost my cell at some point."

The lady takes Sarah hand off her arm. "Yes, come in and you can use my phone." She opens the gate and Sarah follows her inside. "My name is Diane and what on earth is a cell?"

So I will try and post more to this story next week.