The Meeting
The Doctor walked through the kitchen door, grabbed Lexi and pulled her off of Sherlock. "Alex, you need to calm down and not kill Sherlock, we need both of you to help us."
"Doctor, let go of me. I'm calm." When he let go of her, she hesitated for a few seconds before punching Sherlock in the face one last time, breaking two of her knuckles in the process.
"I thought I heard a familiar Irish accent! Come 'ere, Harky!" Dean exclaimed, hugging Lexi like she was an old friend, (which she was).
"How you doing, Red?" Sam asked, also hugging her.
"Well, Moose, I've almost been killed twice today, solved three cases and I got you guys a lead on that Wendigo you asked about."
"Great, we'll take whatever you got." She went to the dining table to pull some files from under Lock's laptop when she got a quick look at the page Lock had opened on the screen. It was a news article with a rather alarming title, 'Twenty people dead after what could be an attack by a pack of wolves.' She was so busy reading the article that she didn't even realise the boys were behind her.
"That's why we're here, Alex. They're back and we need your help to stop them, again."
Sherlock was lost by this point, no one had explained to him what was happening. "Why her, though? Why can't you do it, Doctor? And who's back?" They all turned to look at Sherlock, startled by his sudden speaking out.
"I'm sorry, but who are you?" Dean asked him.
"Sherlock Holmes, and you are?" he spat back.
Lexi jumped up and put herself between the two, with her back to Dean and her hands on Sherlock's face, forcing him to look at her. "Lock, this is Dean and Sam Winchester. They hunt demons. The mad man that pulled me off of you earlier is the Doctor. He's a Time Lord. I'll let Raggedy Man explain this whole thing on the way."
"Now, into the TARDIS with you." the Doctor said as he ushered them in.
The Angels
Once they were all in the blue box, the Doctor started to rant on about their mission, saving the world from the Weeping Angels. "Okay, then, any questions?" he said when he was done ranting, and all hands, except for Lexi's, went into the air. He asked them what, and in unison Sam, Dean and Sherlock answered, "Everything."
The Doctor sighed and said, "Alright, since you probably all have the same questions, I'm only going to ask one of you. So, Sam, what are you confused about?"
"What are Weeping Angels?"
The Doctor was about to answer him, but a soft Irish voice cut in.
"An interesting race, the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely. No mess, no fuss, they just zap you into the past and let you live to death. They're creatures of the abstract. They live off potential energy. When you're looking at them, are just stone angel statues with their hands in front of their faces, making it seem like they are sad and weeping. If you come across one, whatever you do, don't blink. Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast. Faster than you can believe. They are not weeping behind their hands, they're smiling. They are only stone when you see them. Once you stop looking at them, they attack. So, Don't turn your back, Don't look away and Don't Blink. Good luck."
The boys started. Since they had entered the TARDIS, Lexi hadn't said a word. To be honest, they had forgotten she was there, until she had answered Sam. She wasn't even looking at them. In fact, she hadn't even known what they were talking about, she had just voiced what the Doctor was thinking. They turned to see Lexi standing very still, with an iron grip on the rail in front of her, almost as if she were frozen there.
"Lex, are you okay?" Dean asked her.
"Yeah, Dean, I'm fine." she answered in a voice that was not quite her own, still not moving. Sam had asked her another question but she didn't seem to hear the words he said.
"Doctor, you might want to have a look at this," Sherlock said as he turned Lexi around, somehow getting her to let go of the rail. The Doctor rushed over, his sonic-screwdriver in hand, scanning Lexi's being for anything unusual. From what the sonic showed him, there was nothing wrong with her, she was completely herself. It was when he finally looked her in the eyes that he saw what Sherlock was so worried about. Her eyes were no longer an emerald green, but a dark, hazy red.
"We're too late. They got her."
