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Beware the Weeping Angel

Chapter 1

"Ah, here we are then!" the Doctor announced, looking at the old house he and Martha were stood in front of.

"We're going in there?" Martha asked sceptically, also looking at the creepy rundown house that looked like the sort used in horror films about hauntings. But she had nowhere near the same amount of enthusiasm that the Doctor seemed to have a never ending supply of.

"Yup," the Doctor replied cheerfully, "That's where all those people keep going missing from. They drive up in their cars, go inside, and are never heard from again. I thought we'd check it out."

"So, why are we going in there?" Martha asked again, "That's a job for the police isn't it?"

"Could be," the Doctor said vaguely, "But it's been going on for years, and the police have no idea. No leads, no suspects, nothing. It's like people are just disappearing in a puff of smoke or in the blink of… an eye."

Even as he spoke, something occurred to the Doctor. The word 'blink' jogged his memory back to a certain folder he got from a certain young woman called Sally Sparrow, along with the information that he would get stuck in 1969 at some point.

He looked back at the house, which he had to admit was giving him the heebie-jeebies as much as it was Martha. Could this be where it would happen? He had to admit, it fit the profile… people disappearing without a trace, no suspects, old abandoned house away from the prying eyes of the masses…

Ah well, no use delaying the inevitable he supposed. "Come on," he said cheerfully to Martha, approaching the gates.

Martha followed, grumbling slightly under her breath about this sounding more like a job for Scooby doo and their gang.

Unlocking and then relocking the rusty gates after them with the sonic screwdriver, the Doctor and Martha walked up to the ominously looming house. Then, unlocking the front door, the Doctor cautiously gave it a push, it opening with an audible creak.

"What a dump," Martha commented with distaste, looking at the state of the house. It was old, dusty and falling apart. Bits of broken furniture lay around, and there were even plants beginning to grow through some of the cracks in the walls and through the windows.

"Yeah, it is a bit of a mess, isn't it," the Doctor agreed, stepping over the threshold.

Martha raised an eyebrow at the sheer understatement of his words, but didn't say anything. And when the Doctor went to move further into the house, she stopped him with the suggestion, "Look, I'll go and check upstairs while you do down here, alright?"

The Doctor looked apprehensive, and glanced up the dingy stairs, "I don't know…" he began.

"Come on," Martha protested, "There's nothing here! So the sooner we search this place, the sooner we can leave and go somewhere else, right?"

The Doctor hesitated for a second, so Martha just fixed him a look that said, "Well?"

"Oh, alright then," the Doctor agreed reluctantly, "But there's something I have to tell you first, and listen this is very important. If you see any statues of weeping angels, I want you to back away slowly, and keep your eyes on them. Then go back to the TARDIS as quickly as you can, got it?"

"Statues of angels?" Martha asked, confused.

"It's a long story," the Doctor said, "They might not even be here. But if they are, you go back to the TARDIS, ok? And remember, don't look away from them."

"Ok," Martha said, knowing that when the Doctor gave you strange instructions, it was usually in your best interests to follow them, "But I don't have my key!" she suddenly realised, finding her pocket empty.

"Humans!" the Doctor exclaimed, "You'd forget your head if it wasn't screwed on!" Then he dug around in his pocket and pulled out a key on the end of a long piece of threadbare string, "Here."

"Thanks," Martha said, and started up the stairs.

"And Martha?" the Doctor called after her, "Be careful."

"You too," Martha replied, a little unnerved by his warning, and carried on to the next floor of the house.

At the top, Martha glanced back down the stairs. She couldn't see the Doctor, courtesy of the curve of the stairs, but she could hear his footsteps moving off into the house. Turning back round, she surveyed the room in front of her… and got the shock of her life.

She yelped in shock and horror, and took several hurried steps backwards, dropping the key in her hand in her surprise.

Standing right in front of her, was a statue of what she supposed could've been an angel, were it not for the grotesque look on it's face, or the fangs. And she didn't know about weeping either, this angel looked more like it was about to try and eat her, not cry. It even had a hand—or was it a claw?—stretched out toward her.

Martha tried to stay calm and remember what the Doctor had told her to do if she saw a statue.

"Back away slowly, and keep your eyes on them. Then go back to the TARDIS as quickly as you can… remember, don't look away from them."

Ok, she could do this. All she had to do was get the key from the floor and back to the TARDIS, hopefully grabbing the Doctor on the way, without taking her eyes off them… Wait, them?! There was more than one of these things? Martha didn't like the sound of that.

Not taking her eyes off the statue, Martha managed to check out the rest of the room behind the angel. Sure enough, right at the back of the room was another angel, only this one did look like it was weeping.

Gotcha, she thought. She only hoped that these two were the only ones…

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Meanwhile, the Doctor had been looking around downstairs. He walked into a room that was just as rundown as the rest of the house, with peeling wallpaper and broken windows, there was even ivy growing out of the chimney.

By now, the Doctor knew that this house was where the angels were hiding. He recognised parts of it from the photo's he'd been given, including the very outdated wallpaper, underneath which, he knew that a message from his future self in the past was waiting.

Then, as he glanced out the window, the Doctor saw one of them, standing in the garden, innocent as you like, hands covering it's eyes.

"Hello," he murmured under his breath on seeing it, "I spy with my little eye… one quantum-locked angel… which means, there are another three around here somewhere…"

Backing toward the door, his eyes firmly fixed on the angel outside, he called, "Martha!"

On hearing her replying call, the Doctor let out a sigh of relief before focussing completely on the matter at hand, "Seen any angels up there?"

"Yeah," he heard her yell, "There're two up here, and I can see them both. They're the only ones, right?"

For a second the Doctor couldn't bring himself to answer her. There was still one of these creatures loose in the house somewhere, and it could sneak up behind either of them at any second. He gave an involuntary shudder at the thought. He'd done the stranded without his TARDIS thing before, and it most certainly didn't agree with him. And as for Martha… he knew that he couldn't get her stuck in the past with no way home… it'd destroy her life. Oh she'd be strong about it, he was sure, but she was an intelligent young woman who's ambition was to be a doctor, and if they were sent back in time, then she could kiss that future goodbye.

"Now Martha, listen to me, this is very important," he yelled to her, "Whatever you do, keep your eyes on those angels. I've got one more down here, but there are four in total, so I'm going to back my way to you so we can watch each other's backs before the other one shows up. But you just stay there and don't look away, and don't blink!"

Martha heard the Doctor's words with growing dread inside her… there were four of these things? How did he know? Because he's the Doctor and he knows everything, she thought to herself sarcastically.

But the worst part about the whole situation was that they didn't know where the last one was. Martha was very aware of the dropped TARDIS key on the floor beside her, and even more aware of the ferocious but frozen creature only feet in front of her.

"Ok, but whatever you're going to do, do it fast!" she yelled back.

By now the Doctor had already reached the door that led back to the hall, which in turn led to the stairs, and Martha, "Oh and Martha?" he called to her.

No answer. The house was completely silent save for the wind rattling the window panes in their decrepit frames.

"Martha?!" the Doctor yelled again, "Martha Jones! Answer me!"

But there was no reply, and with a sickening drop of his stomach, the Doctor knew what'd happened. Either Martha had looked away, or she'd blinked, or in a more likely scenario, the fourth angel had snuck up behind her.

There was now no doubt in the Doctor's mind that this was the time when he and Martha were to get stuck in 1969, and become reliant on a young human woman called Sally Sparrow to save them.

At that moment, standing in the doorway of the room, the Doctor knew that his time in this time was up as he became aware of a presence behind him. But before he could turn around or even move, he felt a cold solid touch on the back of his neck and everything went dark…

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A/N: Right so what did you think? Please tell me if you like the idea of this story and want me to continue. I have already written chapter 2 and am now on chapter 3, so I hope you do!

I know I still need to update my other ongoing stories, but I absolutely loved the episode 'blink' (I reckon it's my favourite of this season so far) and I just kept having all these thoughts rushing round my head of what the Doctor and Martha must've got up to in 1969!

Questions? Comments? Please review!