The Impossible Astronaut: Utah
Doors burst open with a clang as a man in restoration garb stalked through them, shoving a servant away as he passed, "Out of my way!" he cried, grabbing the knobs on a second set of doors, pushing on them, but the doors were locked, "Doctor!" he banged on them, "Doctor! Doctor!" he finally burst through the door, his sword drawn, with two other guards behind him. He looked over to see pile of the Doctor's clothes on a table beside a selection of painting supplies and finally over to a painting of the Doctor himself, in a god-like pose, in the clouds, holding a trident in his right hand with his left on his hip, a red swath of cloth barely protecting his modesty, "Where's the Doctor?!" he demanded, eyeing a young woman standing off to the side with a paintbrush in hand.
She laughed nervously, "Doctor who?"
And then there was a muffled sneeze.
The man's eyes narrowed as he used the tip of his sword to lift the hem of the young woman's dress, a rather naked Doctor glancing up from under it, "You know, this isn't nearly as bad it looks."
~8~
Rory put the groceries he and Amy had just bought on a counter of their kitchen as Amy read the tale from a red book, "'At the personal intervention of the King, the unnamed 'Doctor' was incarcerated, without trial, in the Tower of London.'"
"Ok, but it doesn't have to be him," Rory remarked.
"'According to contemporary accounts, two nights later a magical sphere some twenty feet across was seen floating away from the Tower, bearing the mysterious Doctor aloft.'"
"Ok, it's him. And Angel, someone has to bail him out of trouble."
"There's more…"
~8~
A sweating man in a white tank top and green pants crawled through a tunnel towards a hole at the end, "Doctor! Doctor what can you see?"
The Doctor dropped his head over from a hole above the tunnel to look at him upside down, dressed in much the same outfit, as dirty and sweaty, "Is the Commandant's office painted a sort of green color with a big flag on the wall?" alarms blared, "I think the answer's probably yes…"
Before the man could reply, the Doctor was yanked up through the hole as someone shouted.
~8~
Amy closed the book as she and Rory laid out on the sofa, watching a movie on the telly, shaking her head as she read about how the Doctor had been locked in a cell, only for the captors to find it empty the next morning, the warden claiming to have heard a wheezing sound and gone to check to find the Doctor and the other man gone.
"It's like he's being deliberately ridiculous," she remarked, "Trying to attract our attention," Rory, however, laughed at the movie, "Are you watching this again?" she looked over at Laurel and Hardy's 'Sons of the Desert' playing.
"Yeah, I've explained the jokes," he nodded, when the doorbell rang and Amy got up to answer it, "So what are you saying?" he called out as she went to another part of the house, "You really think he's back there trying to wave to us out of a history book?" he sat up and leaned over to pick up the red book, not seeing the Doctor appear on the telly, a fez on his head, and waving at him from the movie.
"It's the sort of thing he'd do," she agreed, walking into the room with a stack of mail.
"Yeah but why?" he shook his head, neither of them seeing the Doctor dancing on screen, "I mean, Angel's gonna have to get him out of all that, and she shouldn't have to deal with all that stress."
Amy looked at him curiously, "You know you make a lot of comments like that."
"What?"
"Angel. How she should relax or slow down or something. Do you know something?"
He shook his head quickly, "Nope, just saying. It can't be easy to have to watch the Doctor all that time. And we probably don't even know half of what he's gotten up to."
Honestly, he knew he should probably feel guilty about keeping Angel's pregnancy a secret from his wife, given everything they'd seen, they'd promised to always be honest with each other. The Doctor lied enough for everyone on the planet, they didn't want to lie to each other too. But...really...it wasn't exactly lying, he just...wasn't telling her something. And Angel trusted him with the secret of her pregnancy. He wouldn't betray that, not for anything, not even...not even for Amy. Angel was...special to him, in a different way than Amy was special to him. Amy was his wife, Angel was his Pilot. It was like Amy was with the Doctor, if he asked her to keep something from him, Amy would probably do it, gripe about it, try to hint at it, but she'd keep it from him. Really though, a large part of why he didn't say, besides it having to do with Angel's trust in him, was that...it made him feel closer to her, like the pregnancy had given them more to bond over, creating a stronger friendship like the one Amy and the Doctor had.
He wouldn't give that up for anything.
Angel really was the best friend he'd ever had, the best Pilot (not that he'd really had another Pilot), and truly very much like a sister to him, an older sister who was always looking out for him. He'd already started to think of the baby as his niece/nephew!
"Well, we'll find out when we see them again," Amy shrugged, leaving it for now, "He said they'd be in touch."
"Two months ago," he reminded her.
It had been Angel that had gotten the Doctor to drop them off after their honeymoon, wanting to give them time alone to just be a married couple without the death defying adventures and running, just a few months to enjoy themselves in peace and quiet. Which had been a nice gesture at the time though now...even HE had to admit he did miss the TARDIS and seeing Angel every day and the adventures. It was actually...fun...or at least it was to him when Angel was there to keep an eye on everything. He found he worried less...still worried, of course he did, his wife and pregnant sister were in the middle of the dangers too...but worried less because he trusted Angel and her abilities, she'd kept them all safe in the past and he couldn't see that changing in the future.
Amy opened a dark blue envelope at the bottom of the stack of mail she'd sorted through, "Two months is nothing, he's up to something, I know he is. I know him," she pulled out a paper from the envelope and stared at it.
Mr. & Mrs. Williams
22/04/2011
16:30 MDT
378-08-388* N, 1108-148-348* W
"What is it?" Rory looked up when Amy fell silent, "Amy?"
She stepped closer, looking at the letter, "A date, a time, a map reference. I think it's an invitation."
"From who?"
"It's not signed. Look," she held up the envelope with a small smirk, "TARDIS blue," she tossed it at Rory.
~8~
A similar envelope landed on the bed of a prison cell and one River Song reached down to pick it up, opening it and smiling as she saw the contents.
Dr. River Song
22/04/2011
16:30 MDT
378-08-388* N, 1108-148-348* W
She laughed, practically buzzing in excitement before she turned to grab a sack out from under her bed...
~8~
Alarms blared as men raced down the halls of Stormcage, past a guard on a phone, "You'd better get down here, sir. She's doing it again. Dr. Song, sir. She's...packing. Says she's going to some planet called...America."
~8~
A yellow school bus drove down a dusty road in Utah's Monument Valley, stopping to let Amy and Rory off, both carrying rather large backpacks, "Thanks!" Amy smiled at the driver.
"You're welcome!" he replied, shutting the door.
"This is it yeah?" Amy looked around as the bus drove off, "Right place?"
"Uh, nowhere, middle of," Rory shrugged, neither noticing Angel standing right behind them, having been hidden by the side of the bus, a black, western style vest with tassels on over her blue dress, wearing a TARDIS blue cowboy hat to go with her black cowboy boots, a red 1960s station wagon parked on the other side of the road behind her, "Yeah, this is it."
"Howdy!" she cheered with a rather good impersonation of Jack's American accent on, making them jump.
"Angel!" Amy gasped, spinning around to hug her, SO happy to see her after so long.
"Amy," Angel smiled warmly, hugging her tightly.
"So the Doctor's been a busy boy then, eh?"
Angel rolled her eyes, "Did you see him? He was being completely ridiculous."
"That's what Amy said," Rory smiled.
"Rory the Roman," she beamed, hugging him as well. He squeezed her tight, actually lifting her off the ground a bit as he hugged her, which made her laugh and him smile to hear it. He missed her laugh, he missed her.
Rory pulled away and looked at the top of her head, laughing at the sight of what was resting on top of it, he'd never really seen Angel in a hat before, "Nice hat."
"Oi!" she nudged him playfully, poking him in the stomach, making him squirm back, "Don't knock it, Stetson's are cool."
"You've been spending way too much time with the Doctor," Amy laughed, "You're starting to sound like him!"
Angel had just started laughing at that...
When the hat was shot off her head by a bullet.
Angel tensed, looking back over her shoulder to see River eyeing her coolly, "Angel," River greeted, absently running a finger along the barrel of her gun.
She nodded back, "River."
Rory frowned and looked between them, hearing a change of tone in Angel's voice, she'd gone quiet and...sad...
~8~
Angel sat across from Rory in a small diner as Amy and River went to get a bite to eat at the counter and he looked at her closely, "What happened?" he asked her in a whisper so as not to be heard by the others, "Not to sound rude, but…you're thin," Angel looked down at her very-flat stomach with a solemn expression, "Angel..." he reached out to take her hand, "Did something happen?"
She nodded sadly, "I um..." she cleared her throat, "Everything was fine, you know, it...it was hard, but, in the end it was happening, it was actually happening...but..." she swallowed hard, "She just..." she looked away, blinking quickly to try and keep the tears from falling, not wanting the others to see her crying, to ask questions, not wanting to deal with the smug look in River's eye that she knew would be there, she didn't doubt that River probably knew of the fate of her baby, "I only held her for an hour...and she was gone."
Rory let out a breath, feeling like he'd been punched in the gut at the words. The baby, it was a girl, his sister had had a baby girl, he had a niece...and she'd died. He'd seen it happen so often in the hospital, more often than he ever wanted, all sorts of births. Live births, stillbirths, births where there didn't appear to be anything physically wrong, where the baby looked perfect, but just...there was a heart problem or a brain problem and it just...didn't make it. He would never ever wish that fate on anyone and he knew how important that baby was to Angel, he'd seen it himself how terrified she was of losing the baby, to be confronted with that, to realize it had happened...he couldn't imagine the pain she had been in and must still be in. That wasn't something a woman ever got over. He could only hope that he had been there in some way. He got the feeling this Angel was from the future, her hair was longer, she seemed older, how far he didn't know, at least 2 or 3 years if she was able to carry the baby to term till just near the end. He hoped he had been there for her, but...maybe, now that he knew something was wrong or something would be wrong with the baby, he could try and find out what, try and help her, try and save his little niece.
He squeezed her hand tightly, "I'm so sorry Angel."
Before Angel could speak, could thank him for his sympathies, Amy sat down beside her, "So…where's the Doctor?" she looked around as though he were about to walk through the door.
Angel shook her head, putting on a smile Rory KNEW was fake, "He's wandering around a museum," she gave a small laugh, "You know how he can get. I sort of nicked the TARDIS and wanted to see you all. He won't even notice I'm gone for another half hour at least, and then he'll probably spend an hour or two trying to find me."
Amy laughed, thinking about that and the TARDIS, apparently the TARDIS was that red car that had been behind Angel. She'd fixed whatever it was that made it look like a police box, which she knew must have irritated the Doctor quite a bit.
River stepped over just then and sat down next to Rory, "So where are we?" she asked tersely, pulling out her diary, wanting to get an idea of the events she shouldn't speak of, an idea of the events to come for Angel and the Doctor (and her) that she might be able to use to her advantage, "Easter Island?"
"Yeah."
River smirked, "They worshiped the Doctor there, do you remember?" and gave her an appraising look, "And they thought you brought the plague."
Rory frowned at that, that was rather rude. He couldn't imagine any species blaming Angel for a plague.
Angel's lips just pursed a bit, but she had to remember where River was in her timeline, "Yes, I remember. We did Jim the Fish as well if it helps."
She nodded, "How is he?"
"Still working on his dam."
"Sorry, what are you doing?" Rory cut in, looking at River's journal, guessing that Angel just had a better memory and didn't need one, being psychic and all, she probably had a better recollection of time.
"They're time travelers," Amy answered, "But they never meet in the right order. River's syncing her diary with Angel and the Doctor's timeline. So what's happening then?" Amy looked at Angel, "'Cos you and the Doctor have to have been up to something."
"The Doctor…" Angel began slowly, careful with her words, "He's been running, faster than he's ever run in his whole life. And…" she swallowed, "I've been with him for a long while now, but..." she shook her head, "I just...can't...anymore," she looked at Rory, catching sight of River's victorious smirk and Amy's concerned look out of the corner of her eye. Rory just nodded, guessing why she was stopping, "But I'm going to need you all to help me with something first."
"Ok…" Amy said slowly, eyeing her, feeling very...sad that Angel wanted to stop travelling with the Doctor, she had been there when Angel had only taken a break and the man had nearly fallen apart and now she was thinking of quitting entirely. This would NOT end well, but still...Angel needed help, and she'd do it...she'd help...and then go find the Doctor and have him go after Angel and get her back.
"What do you need us to do?" Rory asked, serious, understanding completely why this was happening, "We'll do anything."
"Come on a picnic with me," she smiled sadly, "And then...you need to take a trip."
"Where?"
"Space. 1969."
~8~
The four of them were sitting at a beautiful lake where the moon was clear in the sky, on picnic blankets, the red car-which-was-actually-the-TARDIS parked behind them.
"Salute!" Angel held up a bottle of wine.
"Salute!" they clinked their glasses together.
"So when are we going to 1969?" Rory looked at Angel as she poured herself a small glass of wine as well.
"And since when do you drink wine?" Amy eyed her, "I don't think I've ever seen you drink anything alcoholic come to think of it."
Rory winced, knowing precisely why Angel hadn't ever had anything alcoholic in the time she'd known them and watched Angel as she tensed, her hand nearly dropping to her stomach before she shifted it to her side, pretending like she was intending to push herself up a bit more, "I'm 996," she told Amy, "A lot's changed," she took a small sip of wine and looked out sadly at the lake.
"996?" Amy blinked, startled by that, "You were 801 last time we saw you!"
"Like you said. The Doctor and I've been busy."
Amy frowned at that, it wasn't like Angel to brush questions off and not answer, usually the Doctor did that and Angel would answer for him. She sighed and looked over at the landscape, catching sight of an alien form standing on a small ledge which made her squint against the sun to see it, "Who's that?"
"Hmm?" Rory looked at her, "What do you see?"
Amy looked at Rory, "Sorry, what?"
Angel glanced over at her and back at the same ledge, closing her eyes a moment, only River seeming to see her heartbroken expression and smirk at it.
"What did you see? You said you saw something."
Amy took a sip of her wine, "No, I didn't."
"Isn't the moon beautiful?" Angel murmured, opening her eyes to look at it, "You humans," she shook her head fondly, a small, sad smile on her face, "You were captivated from the moment you saw it. Quite right too. Just had to go explore it, learn more about it," she grew distant as she looked at it, "I loved that about you, your drive, your curiosity…"
"The moon landing was in '69," Rory realized, cutting into her thoughts just a bit, not liking the sound of her tone, how...final and...in the past tense it was, "Is that where we're going?"
Angel's fond look faded to an almost...resigned one, "No, more will happen in 1969 than you or anyone remembers Rory," she looked at him and he frowned, seeing tears in her eyes, but she looked back at the lake before he could see for sure if he was imagining it or not, "Human beings. I've saved so many of you...I always thought...I'd always be there to save more of you…"
"What do you mean?" Rory frowned, hearing her last words.
Before she could answer a car stopped quite a few feet behind them. They looked back, Angel standing up as an old man stepped out. Angel gave him a small wave which he returned with a solemn nod of his head. But, while Amy was looking at the man, Rory was looking at Angel's expression, resigned, tired, and scared.
"Who's he?" Amy looked at Angel, startled, not having expected anyone else.
River stood with a gasp, looking at the lake instead, "Oh my God..."
Amy turned to look, all of them getting up as they saw an astronaut suit standing in the water.
Angel swallowed hard, nodding to her self as she took a breath, "Stay here," she took a few steps forward, "Whatever happens...don't interfere. Ok?" she looked at them a moment before walking straight over to the astronaut.
"That's an astronaut," Rory breathed to Amy, "That's an Apollo astronaut in the lake."
"Yeah," she nodded, watching Angel closely.
Angel walked up to stand before the astronaut, looking at the ground with tears in her eyes. She closed them a moment before looking up, trying to be brave, "I worked it out, I know it's you," the visor lifted, "Not the Doctor here, I know..."
The small group stood, watching as Angel spoke to the astronaut quietly, gesturing at something in the astronaut's hand before looking down, her eyes closed.
The astronaut slowly raised its arm.
"What's she doing?" Rory frowned, his heart starting to race.
A moment later...the astronaut fired, shooting Angel in the chest with a single shot, sending her stumbling back.
"No!" Rory gasped, trying to run to help Angel.
"Angel!" Amy shouted as well, jerking forward.
"Amy, no!" River grabbed her, pulling her back with an arm around her waist as she grabbed Rory's arm with her other hand, "Rory stay back!"
The astronaut shot again, striking Angel's other heart and she fell to the ground, struggling to get up, making Amy and Rory twist more, needing to get to her, needing to help her!
"She said to stay back!"
"No!" Rory struggled, "Let me go! I have to help her!"
"We have to stay back!" River tightened her grip on Rory, Amy more stilled in complete shock, as they watched Angel stand, a glowing energy starting to sweep across her body.
Angel looked over at them, tears in her eyes as she tried to offer them a smile, tried to comfort them, and that was so her, "I'm sorry," she breathed, her words carrying to them on the wind before she threw her head back and the energy burst out of her...
Only for the astronaut to fire once more.
Angel fell back onto the ground, onto her side...and didn't get up, the glow gone.
"Angel!" Amy shrieked.
"No!" Rory screamed, pushing away from River, actually making the woman stumble, as he and Amy ran to Angel's side, dropping to their knees as the astronaut turned and walked into the lake, River slowly walking after them towards Angel's body.
"Angel, please!" Amy pleaded, sobbing over the girl, shaking at the brutal act they'd just witnessed.
River pulled out a device from her pocket and held it over Angel to scan her, but only got a flat line noise.
"No," Rory shook his head, knowing what that sound meant and not wanting to believe he was really hearing THAT, "No!"
River said nothing as she straightened, simply glancing at the astronaut as it disappeared into the lake, her hand resting on the gun on her belt but made no move to pull it out.
The old man walked closer, holding a tank of gas, when River turned around and looked at Amy sitting beside Angel, sobbing, while Rory sat holding the dead woman's hand, trying to hold the tears in his eyes as he looked at her, frozen in true shock.
"River she can't be dead," Amy shook her head, "This isn't possible."
"Whatever that was, it killed her before her regeneration cycle could start up," River explained, her voice flat, "She simply didn't make it to the next body."
"Maybe she's a clone?" Rory looked up, hopeful, "Or a duplicate or something, like I was."
"Maybe I can save you some time," the old man said, taking off his hat in respect, "That most certainly is the Angel. And she is most certainly dead," he sighed, "I'm sorry," and looked at River, "She said you'd need this," he set the gas can down.
"Gasoline?" Rory eyed it.
"A Time Lord's body is a miracle," River replied, "Even a dead one. There are whole empires out there that would rip this world apart for just one cell. We can't leave her there. Or anywhere."
Amy leaned over, "Wake up! Come on, wake up! You bloody martyr!" she shook Angel hard, as though it could rouse her, "Angel please! You can't go!" but Angel didn't move, "What do we do Rory?"
But Rory was silent, just...staring at Angel's unmoving form, looking completely lost, as though his world were falling to pieces. It was an expression Amy had seen on his face when his grandmother had died, it was the expression that was always there when someone he cared deeply for died. And that was Angel, she knew he cared for her, loved her like a sister...and now...to actually SEE her die, to see her be killed right in front of him...he was devastated.
"We're their…friends. We do what the Doctor's friends always do," River lifted the gas can, "As we're told."
Rory winced at that, at how River could be so cavalier about this, how she could talk about burning Angel's body like it was just a lump of wood, how she was still talking about the Doctor, how the Doctor would want them to do this...not Angel. He took a shaky breath, but Angel had brought them there. And...if she had told that man to bring gas...she wanted this done as well. He blinked and looked around, a faint ringing in his ears, the world looking distorted, blurry, and he realized he was crying. He reached up, wiping his eyes, when he spotted an old boat on the shore, halfway around the lake.
"There's a boat," he whispered, pushing himself up to face River, "If we're gonna do this, we do it properly. With honor and respect."
River stared him down a long while and he realized she would be just as happy to burn Angel right there rather than to give her a proper funeral and narrowed his eyes till River sighed and nodded, stepping aside to let him go get the boat.
~8~
That night, they stood by the lakeside, watching as Angel's body burned in the boat. Rory standing halfway in the water, having insisted HE be the one to send her adrift, he was her brother after all. He hadn't moved since then, the water was freezing, but he couldn't feel it. He couldn't feel much of anything really just...numbness as he stared...watching the flames, with tears streaming down his face, before he sniffled and turned, slowly walking out of the water and over to Amy, who immediately hugged him, holding her close, needing the comfort.
River glanced over at the old man, "Who are you? Why did you come?"
"Same reason as you," he pulled out his own blue envelope as Amy and Rory looked over. River looked at it, seeming actually stunned that the man had one as well, before pulling out her own and looking at the numbers that had been written on the back of it, "Dr. Song. Amy. Rory," the man greeted, "I'm Canton Edward Delaware the Third. I won't be seeing you again, but you'll be seeing me," he put his hat on and gave them a nod, leaving with the gas can as River watched.
River spun around, holding up his envelope, "Three."
"Sorry, what?" Rory asked.
"Angel numbered the envelopes."
~8~
The three of them walked towards the diner, River still trying to make sense of it all, "You got two, I was four, Mr. Delaware was three."
"So?" Rory shook his head, not seeing what was so important about that, how would numbers change what happened?!
"So, where's one?"
"What, you think Angel invited someone else?" they walked past a stunned Amy who had stopped to lean against the bike racks by the door.
"Well she must have. She planned all of this to the last detail and believe me when I say Angel would know if there was something missing."
Rory stared at her, that was as close to a compliment as he had ever heard the woman give, but...what she was saying...she was implying that there was more to it, that...Angel knew this was coming and if she planned for it...maybe there was a way to save her! Which made him frown...why was River now so suddenly eager to save Angel? He certainly got the impression from her words at the lake that she didn't care for the Time Lady.
"Will you two shut up?" Amy breathed, "It doesn't matter."
"She was up to something."
"She's still dead."
"Space, 1969. What did she mean?"
"You're still talking but it doesn't matter."
"Hey, it mattered to her," Rory stepped over to her, "So it matters to me."
"She's dead," she whispered.
She didn't know how Rory was able to hold himself together as it was his Pilot who had died. She supposed it had something to do with being a nurse, with seeing people dying on operating tables or from accidents, being able to distance himself from a situation if given enough time. But she hadn't had that experience, she hadn't seen anyone die in front of her like that. But she knew, it was hope, he was hoping that, somehow, Angel would find a way back, a way to have saved herself.
"But she still needs us," Rory said, looking away sadly.
"I know, Amy, I know," River walked over and put an arm around her shoulder, "But right now we have to focus. Whatever she was planning, it must have had something to do with the Doctor," it had to have, Angel wasn't wearing the Dampening Bracelet...which meant that the Doctor HAD to have it! Angel would never risk the Doctor's life like that. And if he had it, if he was still wearing it...then he was alive, and alone, and if she could just get to him...
Her thoughts were cut off by Amy's rather audible scoff. The ginger just shook her head, moving past her sorrow to...annoyance...really. Leave it to River to make it about the Doctor.
Rory seemed to share her sentiments as he stalked off towards the diner's entrance at River's words, NOW realizing why River was so interested in what had happened to Angel, she clearly thought the same fate might await the Doctor. But how could it? Angel had gone to face that...thing...and if she'd gone to do that, maybe it meant that it was after the Doctor and she'd stopped it, taken his place or something. He closed his eyes a moment, hardly able to breathe at the reminder that she was gone. She'd been so...willing...it seemed. She'd just walked right up to that astronaut, hadn't even used the Vortex to stop it, just...stood there. And he knew why. The baby, that baby was everything to her, and to lose it...he'd seen a woman or two in the hospital who just never recovered from a tragedy like that. Some women just...lost all hope, felt like they had lost everything, like they didn't have anything else to keep them there...especially the women whose husbands had died before the babies were born, it was like they had lost their last links to the men they loved and it killed them inside.
He saw it then, at the lake.
Angel had been far, FAR too willing.
"It's the only reason she'd do something like that," River explained, "To protect him, and if he's in danger then we need to find out what she was doing, why she did that, and…"
"Oh my God!" Rory gasped.
They looked over to see him standing by the glass door of the diner, looking in. They ran over to see, there, sitting in the back of the diner, with what seemed like a pickle in one hand and a jar of jam before her, was Angel.
A/N: Future Angel... :'( and Future Angel's baby... D':
I'm so evil aren't I? I scare you all with the previous chapter, and everything's wonderful in the end...and now this...I DID warn you it would devastate you in more ways than one though }:) Here we find out the fate of the baby :( We find out Angel can't keep going with the Doctor any longer :( Angel DIES! :( And the Doctor might still not remember! :O SO MUCH! SO MANY FEELS! lol :)
The scary thing is...a new episode of Long Island Medium was on when I was writing that part with Angel and Rory in the diner and I had JUST finished writing that the baby looked perfect and all that, and like 2 minutes later she turns to a couple and said something like 'I get the feeling that it was shocking to lose the baby, because he looked perfect, and you wouldn't have thought anything was wrong.' -chills-
Poor Angel though T.T
I feel I should also add this, just to get you even more worried, to quote Canton...that IS most certainly Angel and she IS most certainly dead. She is NOT as clever as the Doctor in coming up with a brilliant plan to escape this...this will NOT be like my Academic Series or Lunar Cycle in how they escaped. So what will happen now? }:) We'll have to wait and see }:D Muwah-ha-ha-ha-ha! Mine is an evil laugh! ^-^ ...and I just had to follow that up with an adorable face lol :)
Some notes on reviews...
I pre-write everything and let the story go where the characters take it, so what I write is what happens for the most part lol :) I'm always open to suggestions in reviews but I probably won't change what I've already written just because a review tells me to, like making Angel watch the Doctor die at the lake :) And I always read every single review so I always see them, so you really only have to say it once lol, multiple times won't make it any more likely to happen with me :) I can say though that I already had ideas in mind about a few different versions of Utah if a TL wasn't with the Doctor and was brought there like Amy/Rory/River were instead, but that will likely be a future TL and not Angel :) So keep an eye out, it might be popping up with either Time Lady 4, 5, 6, 7, or 8 ;)
Lol, yup first review of AFA :) Hi! I'm glad you like the stories so far :) I hope this one will live up to expectations :)
I can say that Angel will lose quite a bit more than what we saw here, if that's even possible }:)
:) We're doing amazing on the review front lol :) I have to say, if we hit 500, I'd do the 1000 again, because there might be a part in the story where you'll want to know something badly ;) Those are some very good guesses on how he'll remember, we'll have to wait and see if they're right :)
Lol, I can say that nope, it's not 'The Death of River Song,' I feel like that sort of already happened in the Library...ish :) Angel's going to try and prevent a lot of things from happening, everything in her vision she'll try to stop, but she may not succeed in everything, we'll have to wait and see what that might be :) We sort of saw one sort of reason here why Angel came instead of the Doctor...in a way, it could be because she lost the baby, she's lost the Doctor, she has literally nothing left, so why not have her die instead of the man everyone seems to need more? :( Which is sad, but understandable. Jenny and a few other companions will be popping up in this story but I won't say when :)
Lol, yup, my sister and I watch Austin and Ally sometimes :)
Devastation...this isn't even the tip of the iceberg }:)
I can't say if the Doctor will remember in this story or not. I can't quite see him wandering around a museum alone without Angel if he's remembered he's Mated to her or Angel being willing to leave him in such a way if he did remember as she would finally have him back. We'll have to see }:)
That's ok, you review whenever you want :) I'm always happy with whatever number of reviews I get for a chapter/story, even if it's just 1 for a whole chapter :) It always makes me smile either way :)
Lol, thanks! I don't plan to ever stop writing :) I'd seriously forego sleep and food before I stop writing :) Can't say when he'll remember though. It could be next series, or the specials, but there's always hope for this Series too :) Hmmm...I don't think quite darker, she was rather very selfless here wasn't she? :) Trying to reassure the humans even as she was dying, not attacking River, seeming to take the Doctor's place :) We'll have to see where it'll go though :) I can say there'll be little bits of Thella popping up everywhere :)
Oh the baby! I'm actually hiding out in my secret hidey spot at the moment, fearing for my life that another Lizze Hunt might happen lol :) It's not that I'm excited for it per say, it's more...those episodes of the pyramid are the ones that I think will play a big part in the overall story :) So I can't say if that's the episode he remembers or not :)
I'm glad you're happy to see the new story up :) I hope this chapter lived up to expectations :)
We'll have to wait and see who River slaps :) Originally I ended the chapter at the end of the diner scene, but I thought this was a better place to end :) But yup, it's the future Angel :) But nothing too bad from River so far which is saying something for her lol :) I can't wait for 12 either and to see how Rose is to Clara given how she was to Sarah Jane, being confronted with the fact she WON'T be with the Doctor in the future :)