The Time of Angels
As a Foreword, I do not own Doctor who, that's the BBC, and nor do I own Warhammer 40k (thats the businessmen in Nottingham) all this is fictional but still, I hope you like it.
A Warhammer 40k/Doctor Who story.
The Doctor was in the middle of a Pub-crawl, with a certain winged godling.
He'd been called up earlier by his mate Sanguinius, who'd just learnt that his father has a god, and that he was a dad. Though the Doctor himself was equally shocked, by the news, as 'old' Sang' was still only 15 years old, and even if he did look like an Angel with a 12 pack, most dads were well past their teens when they became fathers. The Doc himself had just discovered that he had a child, whom he was still having problems accepting at the ripe old age of 700.
But the after an initial consoling of his good friend, that a kid was alright to deal with, he'd been told, by the shell shocked newly named Primarch, that he had over 80,000 sons. A feat even a being as long lived as the Doctor could never have achieved, even with Viagra and a harem. So to solve the solution, the two friends decided to drown their sorrows with a decent journey around the recently founded pubs of Baal.
The next day, the two of them found themselves sprawled on the gates of the Imperial palace of Terra, or Buckingham palace, Earth to the Doctor. Grumbling about the noise of the bustling hive world around them, the two of them slowly got up, and asked the nearest Adeptus Custodes whether he'd seen an antique blue box from the dark age of Technology lying around.
After travelling 12 hab levels, the two men finally passed through the doors of the tardis, whom immediately sprayed them with pungent perfume, to get rid of their alcohol addled reek.
Sitting down the two of them slowly tried to recall the moments of the previous night. Sanguinius remembered getting contacted by his dad, who asked him to come to Terra to talk to his sons, the 'Blood Angels'. And the Doctor remembered getting plastered, during a Tardis based voyage to Fenris, because of a certain wolf lord they'd encountered on their pubcrawl betting he could down more Fenrisian ale than a Time lord.
The last thing they remembered, was hazy, where Sang, had poured out his soul to the Time lord.
'I mean, man, I (hic) just can't understand it (hic), I've never been with a chick before, and why am I the only winged guy in the Galaxy. Im s-s-so damn lonellly' the Primarch had slowly sobbed.
'Don, don't wo-worry mate, I've got a sol,- solution for you (hic).
Suddenly a slightly female groan came from the pullout bed at the base of the console room, getting up, Sanguinius walked over to the bed, and saw a beautiful blonde sticking out of the white bedcovers. Then suddenly she shifted, and a large white wing sprawled out from behind her.
Then abruptly she opened her eyes, confusion clearly wracking them. She started moving her arms; she touched her face, her eyes, her wings, then fainted.
Suddenly Sang felt an arm on his shoulder, he turned to see the Doctor. Still haggard from the night before, he wore a smile on his face. "I told you I'd find a solution for you, I found the only other winged humanoids in the galaxy...
A Lonely Assassin..."