Misadventures of a Time-Trapped Fansie

by FabulousDalek

During a modern-day school trip to NYC, Victoria finds herself trapped in 1899, just after the newsboy strike made famous by one of her favorite musicals. Trapped in the wrong century, she casts in her lot with Jack Kelly, Crutchie, and all of her favorite newsies, resulting in adventures, antics...and several clumsy attempts at imitating stunts. Fandoms collide & craziness ensues.

1. Prologue: Angels Take Manhattan

Prologue: Angels Take Manhattan

Number one on the list of things I'd learned today: Weeping Angels were real, and they were all over New York City.

This was just great.

I had jumped at the chance to fill the empty spot on my school's New York City theater trip. Most of the fees that would normally have prevented me from going had already been paid by the girl who backed out, so I got to go for nearly nothing. I left the small-towns that had shaped my life behind and went straight for the big city, ready to watch a bunch of musicals I had never seen. I was almost constantly squealing in excitement. The only thing that could have made this trip better would have been getting to see one of my favorite musicals. Alas, for I only discovered the wonders of Newsies after it had already closed. I would not be seeing my darling boys on this trip. Sigh.

Mistake Number One: I got separated from the group. I paused to stare at some angel statues that, to the Doctor Who fan in me, looked suspicious. The rest of the group went on ahead, but my years of watching my favorite Time-Lord had ingrained in me an instinct to stare at any statue I saw. I should have run. I should have just walked by. Instead, I had to go and make myself a target.

Mistake Number Two: I blinked. I didn't think I was in any real danger, despite the fact that this particular statue looked just like an angel weeping. I only stopped for a joke. The next thing I knew, the formerly "weeping" angel was right in front of me, claws and teeth bared. I didn't know what was happening; my heart plunged straight down to my stomach-liver area as I tried to maintain contact with the creature. I was hallucinating, right? Weeping angels didn't exist; was anyone else seeing this?

Mistake Number Three: caught up in my urge to determine whether other people could see the statue threatening to attack me, I looked away and glanced around at the crowd. Before I could see even one jaw-dropped expression, the world around me blurred into a swirl of color and I collapsed, not knowing what was happening, not knowing how it was happening, and not knowing what would happen next.