Voyage of the Damned: The Iceberg
"I was in mid-sentence," the Doctor muttered, annoyed, as they appeared on the ship.
He pouted at that, he always hated being interrupted. Well...there was ONE thing he didn't mind getting interrupted by.
But Angel hadn't kissed him just then.
He'd been rudely pulled away from a lovely conversation and beamed back aboard the ship. Anything short of Angel kissing him was a most unwelcome interruption in his book. Though...now that that thought was in his mind, he glanced around the room, trying to see if he could spot some mistletoe...bowtie or not he was rather in need of another good long kiss with his magnificent Mate. Yes, he'd kissed her only a short while ago when they'd stepped out of the TARDIS but...they'd been forced apart for a year, every move watched by the Master. All he really wanted to do was hold her in his arms, never let her go, and kiss her to the point of breathlessness over and over and over to make up for that.
No...that was a lie. He always wanted to do that regardless of how long he was away from her or how long he was around her.
He really couldn't get enough of her kisses.
"Yes, I'm sorry about that," Mr. Copper said, sounding as confused as the guests were about what had happened, "A bit of a problem. If I could have your bracelets…"
"Apologies, ladies and gentlemen, Bannakaffalatta," a steward stepped forward, "We seem to have suffered a slight power fluctuation. If you'd like to return to the festivities. And on behalf of Max Capricorn Cruise Liners, free drinks will be provided," the ticket holders slowly departed, dropping their bracelets back into a basket.
"That was the best, the best!" Astrid cheered, handing them her bracelet.
"Here," Angel said, holding out her hand, "I'll put them back."
The Doctor slipped his bracelet to her as she walked over to the basket. She paused, though, looking down at the three bracelets in her hand again, eyeing them intently, trying to figure out why she was so focused on them. She was actually trying to get better at her 'visions' or whatever they were of the future, really wanting to have more of an explanation behind why she felt certain things because, if she could explain it to the humans they might believe her quicker not to do something. Like now, she knew that the bracelets were important, but she didn't know why, she didn't understand what they would be useful for. Well, she knew for teleporting at least but...she kept thinking she only needed two of them. If anything happened she knew the bracelets wouldn't be for her and the Doctor, neither of them would just run and leave others behind, trapped or hurt. She sighed and simply slipped two into a pocket of her gown, dropping only one off, it was better not to ignore her feelings. Whatever the bracelets would be used for in the future...at least she had them to use them now.
"What sort of power fluctuation?" she heard the Doctor ask as she returned to his side by the stewards.
~8~
Frame frowned, watching the meteoroids, getting closer, "That's a bit odd, sir, the meteoroids are changing course. Still, we can put the shields up to maximum just in case."
"As you were, Midshipman," the captain said when the young boy began to try and power up the shields.
Frame looked over, startled, to see the captain pushing buttons on an instrument panel, realizing what controls they were exactly, "Sir? You're magnetizing the hull, sir. It's drawing the meteors in."
"Port turning Earthside," the computer announced.
Frame swallowed hard, the truth hitting him, working out what the captain might be doing, though hoping against hope that he was wrong, "I take it that's deliberate..."
"Port turning Earthside."
"Bit of a light show for the guests?" please let him be wrong.
"Something like that," the captain remarked with a solemn tone in his voice.
Frame let out a breath, no, he wasn't wrong.
~8~
The van Hoffs were eating at their table, enjoying the buffet, as the stewards warily eyed the Host, the snooty man was winning at roulette while Bannakaffalatta danced crazily in the middle of the floor despite the song being a rather slow version of 'All I Want For Christmas,' and Astrid smiled at the Doctor and Angel in thanks as she stood holding the tray of free drinks for the guests.
The Doctor watched the various passengers dancing slowly to the Christmas tune and beamed, an idea hitting him, before standing and making an exaggerated bow to Angel, offering her his hand, "I believe we have unfinished business to attend to my lady."
She laughed, her eyes sparkling, "Why I believe we do my lord," she nodded as she took his hand and he led her to the dance floor, pulling her close. He wound his arms around her waist as she put hers over his shoulders, leaning in to rest her head on his shoulder, smiling as she felt him rest his head beside her own, his mouth near her ear. They swayed, not really dancing, lord knew the Doctor couldn't dance a step, but just...moving, together, in sync, as they always were.
Angel let out a little gasp when she heard the Doctor's light humming turn into him singing quietly in her ear as they swayed on, "...I just want you for my own," he sang with the end of the slow song, "More than you could ever know," she smiled, feeling more in his words than just lyrics, "Make my wish come true," he tilted her chin up to look into her eyes, "All I want for Christmas is...you," he smiled at her, meaning it, "All I want for Christmas, is you," he sang to her, making her shiver, she loved his voice.
"You already have me," she murmured up at him, love shining in her eyes for him, making him breathless at just the sight, before she leaned in and kissed him gently, moving to rest her head on his shoulder once more, closing her eyes, listening more to his hearts beating than the song slowly fading around them.
That song though, he couldn't help but think...
It was so true.
On the Valiant, all he wanted was for her to be ok, for her to live, for her to somehow survive, and now...he'd gotten it. His prayers had been answered. He laughed a bit at the irony of that, people always called him the lonely god, though he couldn't imagine himself being lonely now that he had Angel, but still...god and his angel. When the Master had said it, it sounded like more of an insult than anything but, thinking on it, they really were just so synonymous with each other. Where would HE be without his Angel at his side? He didn't even want to think about it. Not even on the Valiant did he want to entertain the notion that Angel might truly die. He'd had a sliver of hope that had arisen from his instructions for Martha. He had worked out that, if they could stop the Paradox Machine, that everything, no matter what the Master did in the future, would revert right back to the moment the paradox began, when the machine started. When he'd realized Angel was dying, he'd prayed more than he ever had that he was right because then the machine would revert back to before it activated, before the TARDIS grew ill, before Angel did the same. He'd had that small sliver to cling to that, if the machine stopped, she'd snap back and be ok again.
And she was.
And he was so thankful for that, words couldn't express how much.
These moments, now, were even more precious to them since surviving the Valiant. You never knew how special something truly was till it was gone and, while they were both VERY aware of how important the other was to them, these moments...they cherished them so much more now. Each and every moment, while it had always been important to them, was even more so. Because they were together, they were alive, they were safe...
Angel's eyes snapped open...
'...Brace yourselves!...'
...he held her, doing his best to protect her as they were thrown to the floor...
'...I've got life signs all over the ship but they're going out one by one...'
"Doctor," she breathed, "Something's wrong. Something's coming."
The Doctor looked down at her, seeing the vision and hearing the words spoken in her mind and quickly took her hand, looking around for some way to check the ship...when he spotted it, a framed screen of Max Capricorn playing on the wall near a window. He quickly led her over to it. If something struck the ship, as it appeared it did in her mind, then it had to have come from outside, something had to be approaching...he just needed to know what it was. He needed to know what the danger was, he'd just got her back to full health, he was NOT about to risk her safety again.
Not now.
Not so soon after having nearly lost her.
"...and I should know because my name is Max," the video finished. The Doctor put on his specs and pulled out the sonic, flashing the frame as the video started again, "The fastest, the furthest, the best...my name is Max."
He opened the frame and flashed the inside, changing some settings as Angel watched anxiously over his shoulder, till the screen began to show the Titanic and her immediately surroundings, like a radar. His eyes widened, seeing the shields offline and specks of something flying towards the ship. He quickly peered out the window, seeing the meteors approaching them they were so near, "The shields are offline!"
He grabbed Angel's hand, about to pull her away, his mind and hearts racing with the thought that he had to get her to safety, he had to get her back to the TARDIS before the meteors struck them, he had to protect her and...
Angel stopped, tugging him back, "We can't go," she shook her head.
"Angel..."
"No," she insisted gently, "We need to warn the bridge," she told him, "Please...it's more than just the shields," she glanced out the windows at the approaching meteors, "There something else…"
"What?" he looked at her quickly.
She scrunched her face a bit before shaking her head, frustrated, "I don't know."
He nodded, understanding, before turning back to the frame and doing as she requested, changing the settings to act as a comm. to the bridge, "Is that the bridge? I need to talk to the captain. You've got a meteoroid storm coming in West 0 by North 2."
"Who is this?" the captain called.
"Never mind that. Your shields are down. Check your scanners, Captain. You've got meteoroids coming in and no shielding!"
"You have no authorization. You will clear the comm. at once."
"Yeah? Just look starboard!"
Suddenly two stewards appeared, grabbing the Doctor and the Angel and 'escorting' them out of the room, "Come with me, sir, ma'am," the chief steward ordered.
~8~
"But he's right, sir," Frame said, moving to an instrument panel, checking and seeing the man was right, the shields really were lowered, "The shields have been taken offline."
"Step away from there," the captain ordered, seeing Frame trying to reverse the controls.
"But we have to re-energize them…"
"I said step away, Midshipman," the captain threatened.
Frame looked up, only to see the captain holding a gun at him.
~8~
The Doctor and Angel struggled as they were led away through reception, the Doctor quite a bit more than Angel, "You've got a rock storm heading for this ship and the shields are down!" the Doctor shouted, trying to get through to anyone, "My Mate is onboard! You need to listen to me!"
He struggled as hard as he could, he HAD to get free, if the humans wouldn't listen then fine, but he was NOT about to risk his Mate because of that. He needed to get her out of there! Quickly!
~8~
"They promised me old men," the captain lamented, tears filling his eyes as he looked at Frame.
"I'm sorry, sir?" Frame frowned, trying to edge back to the controls once more.
"On the crew. Sea dogs, men who'd had their time. Not boys."
~8~
Angel frowned, managing to knock into one of the stewards before her, jolting him enough for the Doctor to break free and run to the stage where the band was playing a cheerful tune, taking the microphone, knowing Angel would never let him drag her out of there unless he tried everything he could to warn the humans first, "Everyone, listen to me! This is an emergency! Get to the lifeb…"
A Host covered his mouth with a hand and led him off stage while Astrid, the van Hoffs, and Bannakaffalatta looked on in shock.
"Astrid," Angel called, seeing that at least Astrid and the van Hoffs were paying attention and actually LISTENING, "Please, believe him! He's telling the truth. You're in danger!"
But a steward squeezed her arms, pulling her off before she could say another word.
~8~
"I'm sorry, sir," Frame took a breath and gathered his courage to turn his back on the captain, knowing the man had a gun and would fire at him, but needing to protect the passengers, "It's my duty!"
He turned to the panel...
And the captain fired.
~8~
The Doctor twisted and jerked as he was taken out more forcefully this time for his latest feat, passing a small gathering of people, who were chuckling and pointing at them as though it were all a joke.
"Look out the windows!" Angel pleaded with them, hoping they'd hear the honesty and concern and fear in her voice.
The snooty man from before actually seemed to do that and frowned but Astrid and the van Hoffs ran after them.
"Them, friends," Bannakaffalatta excused himself from a conversation and ran off as well.
The snooty man turned and looked out the window, spotting little points of light heading towards them...
~8~
"If you don't believe me, check the shields yourself!" the Doctor cried as the stewards hauled them way, out of reception, away from the passengers.
His hearts were racing at the realization that the humans just weren't listening. Angel was in true danger now and all he wanted to do was get her to safety. Even if the humans didn't listen to him, he needed to get free of them, he needed to get HER free and back to the TARDIS, now! This was too much, he couldn't stand it any longer. His hearts were pounding, his mind had gone fuzzy (and not the good kind of fuzzy like when Angel kissed him), he was shaking in fear of what might happen to her.
Always her.
He couldn't care less if he got hurt during an adventure, but if Angel did...he was her Mate, it was his job to protect her. No, not his job, it was his promise, his need, his instinct to protect her from every harm. And right now, everything inside of him was telling him to get her away, to make the humans let her go in any way he could, even...hurt them to get her free. It was a bit of a scary feeling, the desire to actually hurt someone else but his mind had left him it seemed.
All he could see was his Mate in danger and that he had to protect her.
"Sir, I can vouch for him!" Astrid yelled as the small group followed the stewards, trying to reason with them.
"Look, steward, he's just had a bit too much to drink," Morvin argued.
"Sir, something seems to have gone wrong," Mr. Copper joined them, "All the teleports are down."
"Not now!" the steward spat.
~8~
A small piece of rock broke through the window in the ballroom and landed at the snooty man's feet.
"Oxygen membrane holding," the computer announced, "Oxygen membrane holding."
He eyed the rock a moment, knowing enough to realize that it shouldn't have gotten through, not if the shielding really was working. He turned to a Host, "You there. Has anyone checked the external shielding?"
"Information: you are all going to die," it replied.
~8~
The captain stood at the wheel while Frame lay on the floor, still alive but bleeding from a wound to his side, groaning.
A screen showed the meteoroids getting closer.
~8~
"Where's the chief steward?" the snooty mask asked a steward as he ran out into reception, knowing that the steward would have to listen to him, a man of money and stature and importance because he clearly wasn't listening to the madman and the ginger woman.
"That way, sir," the man pointed and he was off.
~8~
The chief steward strode through a maintenance corridor, the other stewards pushing the Doctor and Angel along as Astrid, Mr. Copper, Bannakaffalatta, and the van Hoffs followed, "The shields are down!" the Doctor repeated, his tone growing dark, "My Mate is in this ship, you need to listen to me or we're all going to die!"
"We are going to get hit," Angel added, gasping a bit as she was shoved forward again, "Please...just listen!"
~8~
"You're going to kill us," Frame groaned.
"I'm dying already," the captain sighed, sounding truly regretful for everything that was happening, "Six months. And they offered me so much money...for my family."
~8~
The snooty man caught up to them, "Oi! Steward! I'm telling you the shields are down!"
"Listen to him!" the Doctor nodded, breathing just one single breath of relief that someone else was saying the same, "Listen to him!"
~8~
Back in the ballroom, a young couple stood before the viewing window, "Darling, come and have a look at this," the woman called to her man.
~8~
"Red Alert," the computer called as the captain stood at the wheel, unmoving though with tears in his eyes, "Red Alert."
~8~
"Cheers," the man smiled at the woman, looking out the window, expecting a show.
~8~
Frame laid on the ground, whimpering, closing his eyes, not wanting to look, not wanting to see the captain actually do it and condemn so many people...
~8~
Angel's eyes widened, "Brace yourselves!"
~8~
The meteoroids struck the side of the ship causing everyone to be thrown to the floor, everything thrown around, sparks going off, fires rising, lights going out...chaos everywhere.
~8~
"Bert!" the chief engineer called, looking around for one of his men, "Bert!" he looked up at a Host just standing there, "Help me! Help!"
A beam fell on top of him, trapping him.
~8~
The Doctor grabbed Angel the moment she shouted, yanking himself out of the stewards' arms in a feat of strength. He held her, doing his best to protect her as they were thrown to the floor by the hit.
~8~
The Host in engineering formed a line, ready to march, ready to do what they were programmed to do.
~8~
The Doctor looked up at Angel as soon as things settled, his hands roaming her body lightly, checking to make sure she was alright, swearing threats for any and every bruise, scrape, mark on her beautiful skin...
"I'm fine," she breathed, taking his hands and just holding them a moment, feeling them shaking in her grip.
'Theta,' she said, seeing his eyes still moving over her, inspecting her. He looked up though at the use of his name, 'I'm alright. Are you?'
He nodded, pulling her into his arms a moment, just hugging her in his relief that she was ok, that he'd managed to protect her this time. She had no idea, or maybe she did being not just a precog but his Mate and having access to his mind and hearts, but...he felt so guilty for the Year-That-Never-Was, for everything that had happened to her. He felt...like he'd failed her. She had been dying, there had been nothing he could do to save her, he'd had to trust the humans would succeed, he'd had to sit there and watch as she grew weaker.
Because of him.
No, it wasn't the Master's fault...it was his.
Because if he'd just left the moment Angel had said that they shouldn't stay there, at the end of the Universe, then none of that would have happened. Angel had said that they should go, that they shouldn't stay there, but...for the first time in a long while...he hadn't listened to her. He'd listened, yes, he'd heard her but...his curiosity had been too great. He'd wanted to see what the end of the Universe was like.
And because of that...because of him...she'd nearly died.
'No, you're not alright, are you?' Angel asked him as she hugged him back, feeling where his mind had gone, 'Theta...I'm fine now and it was NOT your fault. Not even I saw that coming,' she joked a bit, smiling as she pulled away, looking into his eyes as she touched his face, 'It wasn't your fault. YOU saved me. Again,' she smiled, 'Like you always do.'
'Like I always will,' he added, kissing the back of her hand in promise.
She smiled, nodding at that before she looked up, listening a moment, "It's quiet...I think it's stopping," she breathed, relieved, before the Doctor stood and helped her up, her turning to help Astrid up as well, "Are you ok?"
"I think so," Astrid nodded.
"Bad name for a ship," the Doctor remarked, "Either that or this suit is really unlucky."
"I told you before," Angel said, "It's the suit."
The Doctor knelt down to examine one of the stewards only to find him dead.
"My name is Max," a video looped behind them, stuck due to the damage the hit had caused, "My name is Max. My name is Max."
"Ev…everyone...ladies and gentlemen, Bannakaffalatta," the chief steward pushed himself up, though clearly shaken by what had happened, by how it was...somewhat his fault. The two passengers had been warning of this, ranting and raving about it, and he'd ignored them...and now...the ship was in trouble, "I must apologize on behalf of Max Capricorn Cruise Liners. We seem to have had a small collision."
The Doctor nodded Angel over to a small comm. panel where the video was playing from, having her hold the side open as he soniced it, trying to turn the video off.
"Small?" Morvin scoffed.
"You know how much I paid for my ticket?" the snooty man asked.
"If I could have silence, ladies, gentlemen..." the steward started. But they all ignored him, talking over each other, till he shouted, "Quiet!" they stopped, "Thank you. I…I'm sure Max Capricorn Cruise Liners will be able to reimburse you for any inconvenience. But, first, I would point out that we are very much alive."
"Are you alright?" Astrid turned to Mr. Copper, seeing he was hunched over and panting, with a nasty-looking cut on his head. She started dabbing it with a cloth as the Doctor and Angel walked over, having seen and heard her and worrying about the man. The Doctor leaned in to examine the cut while Angel reached out and took the man's hand, offering Mr. Copper a small, reassuring smile.
"She is, after all, a fine, sturdy ship," the steward continued, "If you could all stay here while I ascertain the exact nature of the…the situation," he turned to open a door.
"No don't!" Angel shouted, whirling around.
But it was too late.
He opened the door and was sucked right out of the hall by the vacuum. Everyone grabbed hold of anything they could to keep in place as the Doctor struggled his way over to the comm. and used the sonic to replace the shield, his hearts racing at the close call.
"Oxygen shield stabilized."
"Everyone alright?" the Doctor turned, his gaze immediately turning to the first person it always did, "Angel?" he looked over at her, worried as she wasn't responding, to see her staring at the hole in the wall, looking more than a bit shocked.
She'd been too late...she was...off. She hadn't been that off in a while…maybe the whole reversal of time thing and her nearly dying had thrown her off more than she thought. Her head was still a little fuzzy from it all, it HAD only happened only hours ago, perhaps a day at most, to them at least. The TARDIS had taken a while to get used to herself after they'd fixed her up, and she was only a Time Lady, it would probably take her a little while longer to feel like her old self. But...she'd been right about the impact...maybe it was just the scope of it all. An enormous collision was harder to miss than a door opening...
She shook her head when she realized the Doctor was waiting for a response, "Yeah, I'm fine," she looked to her side, "Astrid?"
"Yeah," Astrid gasped.
"Foon?" the Doctor looked around, "Morvin? Mr. Copper? Bannakaffalatta?"
"Yes," Bannakaffalatta nodded.
"You…what was your name?" he pointed at the snooty man.
"Ah, Rickston Slade," the man grinned, well...smirked cockily was more like it.
"You alright?"
"No thanks to that idiot," he sneered at the hole.
"The steward just died!" Astrid chastised.
"Then he's a dead idiot."
Astrid gasped at his complete lack of respect for the life of another human being.
"Alright, calm down," the Doctor called, "Just stay still, all of you. Hold on," he nodded Angel over and she walked over to the hatch opening with him, looking out though the hole where the door had been.
"What happened?" Astrid frowned, walking over to them, "How come the shields were down?"
"I don't think it was an accident."
"It wasn't," Angel nodded, staring sadly out at space to see the bodies of the passengers floating among the rubble.
"How many dead?" Astrid whispered.
"We're alive, just focus on that," the Doctor said, taking Angel's hand, squeezing it, knowing how much she'd need the comfort, she hated death, "We will get you out of here, Astrid. We promise," Astrid gave a slight nod, "Good. Now…" he looked around, "If we can get to reception, we've got a spaceship tucked away. We can all get onboard..."
"Doctor," Angel called, nodding at the hole.
He turned to look outside, "Oh."
"What is it?" Astrid frowned, "What's wrong?"
"That's our spaceship right there," she nodded again.
"Where?" Astrid squinted, not really seeing a ship floating anywhere.
"There, that box," the Doctor said, pointing at the TARDIS, in the distance, "That little blue box."
"That's a spaceship?"
"Oi, don't knock it."
"It's a bit...small."
"It's a bit far away too," Angel added, sighing, not needing her abilities to know what was coming next, "Once she's sent adrift, a TARDIS is programmed to lock onto the nearest center of gravity, which is..."
"The Earth," the Doctor nodded.
"There she goes," Angel frowned as the TARDIS headed for Earth, she really didn't like not knowing where the TARDIS was after the Year-That-Never-Was.
~8~
In engineering, the chief engineer was still alive, but trapped under the beam that had fallen on him, "Don't just stand there!" he shouted at a Host as it stood over him, "Get this thing off me! Host, that's an order. Help me! That's your job, isn't it?"
"Information: we now have only one function," the Host replied, stepping forward.
"And what's that?"
"Information: to kill," it reached both hands to its halo and pulled it off.
"What are you doing? I'm ordering you...stop it. Stop it right now!"
The Host threw the halo, spinning like a saw, towards the trapped man…
~8~
"Deck 22 to the bridge," the Doctor's voice called over the comm. in the bridge, "Deck 22 to the bridge. Is there anyone there?"
Frame moaned and clutched his side as he reached out for the comm., barely managing to heave himself up and switch the comm. on, "This is the bridge."
"Oh hello, sailor. Good to hear you. What's the situation up there?"
"We've got air. The oxygen field is holding. But the captain..." he looked over at the captain, buried under wreckage, unmoving, "He's dead. He did it," his voice cracked, "I watched while he took down the shields. There was nothing I could do. I tried. I did try."
"It's alright," the Angel came on, her voice soothing and gentle, "We believe you. What's your name?"
"Midshipman Frame."
"Nice to meet you Mr. Frame," Angel said warmly.
"What's the state of the engines?" the Doctor asked now that the man was calm again.
"They're um..." he tried to look over at them without moving but couldn't, "Hold on," he pushed himself forward with a groan.
"Are you hurt?" Angel called back, concerned.
Frame gave a small smile at the woman's concern for him, "I'm alright," he reassured her, before he looked at the engine readings, his eyes widening, "Oh my vot. They're cycling down."
"That's a nuclear storm drive, yes?" the Doctor asked.
"Yeah."
"The moment they're gone, we lose orbit."
"The planet."
"Oh yes. If we hit the planet, the nuclear storm explodes and wipes out life on Earth. Midshipman, I need you to fire up the engine containment field and feed it back into the core."
"This is never going to work," he muttered but moved to do it nonetheless.
"Trust me, it'll keep the engines going until we can get to the bridge," and with that, the call cut off.
A/N: I think I would literally melt into goop if the Doctor ever sang to me as we danced lol. How cute was that moment? I can promise at least 1 very fluffy moment between them for each chapter in this special to make up for it being 5 chapters long :)
Quick question…I have this idea where each companion teaches Angel something small and unique. Rose taught her the high-five, Martha the pinky swear. I've got some things in mind for Amy and Clara but…I'm drawing a blank on Donna. Hmm…what do you guys think Donna could teach Angel? Just something small, something sort of 'human.' Just wondering :)
And...just have to say...these last two days have been...wow(!)/OMG for me. I just checked my stats...I've cracked 500 for favorite authors! I admit, I did a little happy dance that make my sister stare at me like I'd gone insane but I don't care! NEVER EVER did I think I'd ever reach that milestone. I mean (and I'm being completely serious) when I started writing on this site I was hoping at least 1 person would like the story and character I made, and to see 500 people have favorited me? It really makes me feel all warm inside, like...I must be doing something right :) Now I just have to keep it up and do even better don't I? ;) Which…I think…I can safely say this particular saga will only get more and more detailed and twisty and elevated in terms of plot and things so, here's hoping I succeed!
Some notes on reviews…
Oh the fluff...just wait till the second chapter of Partners in Crime...the Doctor...and Angel...in a cupboard... ;)
Lol, if you stole a TARDIS I would so put up landing lights for you :) Yowza! Lol. We can have tea/coffee! Oh, I have big things for Angel and 11, so many twists too :)
No worries, the scene with the fire and cupcakes and hot chocolate is definitely going to be part of VOTD ;)
I won't say much about the sneak peeks, all I can say is that…well…the Poison Sky will have an A/N that not many people will be happy with. But we'll have to wait and see what it changes exactly :) If all goes to schedule, Poison Sky will be up on the 13th of May, but that particular chapter/AN will be for the 15th. I think Astrid's more 'I wish I had that' sort of thing, lol, I think everyone who meets them would be jealous of what the Doctor and Angel have :) But no, Astrid won't be mean, especially not when Angel's been so nice to her :)
Oh, I can't wait for the next episode of Series 7. In a way though…I'm almost sad that we get to see the TARDIS. Like…it's such an amazing machine that everyone working on the show will really have to bring it all on and make everything just as amazing. Almost like the Doctor's name, it's such a mystery I almost don't want to know to keep it as incredible and mysterious as I imagine it to be. But…then again, I really want to see the swimming pool and library...and kitchen if they show it :)
The hint for Pompeii will be found in the second chapter :)
