So this is my first story and its a crossover of two of the most awesome programs in my opinion :) enjoy!
Where better to spend a honeymoon than on a deserted planet made up of red sand and a pink sky with 3 glowing moons circling above you, thought Amy. Sighing contently, she rested her head on Rory's shoulder and closed her eyes.
She was dressed in her police lady outfit (although she doubted that a real female officer would be allowed to wear a skirt that short) and Rory was in his Roman centurion get up. Although she would never admit it, she actually quite liked how he looked in a toga and bronze breastplate. Forget men in uniform, she thought, I have a thing for men in armour!
"I wonder where the Doctor is now," she said.
"Probably on some far-away planet battling some obscene monster" Rory replied absent-mindedly.
Amy laughed. "So long as he remembers to pick us up," she responded. "It's lovely here but I don't fancy staying here forever".
"Right, because living on a deserted planet with just me and scenery that makes Switzerland look like a rubbish dump would be truly awful wouldn't it?" said Rory sarcastically.
"Yes, it would be unthinkable," Amy replied solemnly.
"Oh? And why's that?"
"Because we're almost out of food, the wine has gone warm and the Doctor said the daytime temperatures will go up to 60 degrees Celsius in about a week," Amy replied. "And as much as I would love to get a tan, I don't want skin cancer either."
Rory knew when he was defeated.
"I suppose you're right," he mumbled.
"Of course I'm right," Amy said haughtily. "I'm always right. And don't you forget it!"
"Yes dear," Rory sighed. "But it's still nice to be on our own for once, instead of watching the Doctor jumping around that time machine of his."
"Aw, you love him really," Amy grinned.
"Mmm…"
Little did they know than they were not alone. They were, in fact, as far from alone as anyone could be.
The angel watched the couple from behind a rock a little way away. It like watching its victims before moving in. It liked playing with them. It liked to watch as the happiness vanished from their eyes and was replaced by fear.
It decided to go for the one with the big nose. The red-head seemed a little too smart, if a bit reckless. She was more likely to attempt a rescue with the very person the angels were having trouble finding - a certain 900-odd-year-old timelord.
Smiling a bloodcurdling smile, the angel moved in for the feed...
A noise behind her. Something in Amy's sleepy mind told her that that shouldn't be possible - the doctor had told them that this planet had been deserted for thousands of years. He couldn't be wrong...could he?
Rory noticed her discomfort.
"What is it?" he whispered.
Without answering, Amy turned around...and screamed.
The couple jumped up together, looking in horror at the monster reaching towards them, face twisted and feral, arms outstreached, claws extended.
"It's that, isn't it?" Rory said, eyes wide, clutching Amy's hand. "The angels you told me about. The one you had in your eye."
Amy nodded, too terrified to speak.
Rory breathed deeply, trying to get the better of his fear without blinking.
"There's a small copse of trees about fifty metres behind us," he said. "I'll keep it here, you go and hide there and contact the doctor. Don't argure. Go now."
Amy saw the sense in this and nodded, still too terrified to speak.
"I'm going to blink now," Rory said, still calm and practical. "When I open my eyes, turn and run. Don't look back."
Next thing she knew, Amy was running faster than she had thought possible in such a short skirt.
Rory eyes watered. Damn this warm climate, he thought. Where's the nasty British weather when you need it? He backed away a little, then closed and opened his eyes as fast as possible.
Not fast enough.
Amy reached the copse to a terrible sight. The angel had Rory in a deadly bear hug.
"RORY!" she screamed, starting to run back. Rory twisted round to face her.
"Go back!" he shouted. "Let it take me. Contact the doctor. He may be able to -"
He didn't finish. In her panic, Amy had forgotten the no blinking rule. The angel had vanished. So had Rory. She was all alone.
Hope you enjoyed it. If you did, awesome. If you didn't...well...I guess the weeping angels may just pay you a visit...