Sashaxh: BAHAHAHAH I will xD. Thanks for the review!

I'd love some more though...lol xD O.o

Don't own Doctor who

Oh, and this is slightly AU, takes place some time between season's 3 and 4. (not for Alex though)

Or she was going crazy. She would have to wait for Emma and Justin to get back before she could be sure. She shook herself mentally, but still stared at the angel. It had moved about (it was hard to tell because it was on the screen) ten feet, and all that she could see was it's torso and up, and it was pointing at her. Simply remembering later episodes and reacting on what felt like a stupid "Whovian" knowledge, she did not look into the angel's eyes. She did not want to end up like Amy in The Time of Angels. This was stupid. She kept on staring at it, and then decided to test her knowledge. She needed to know for a fact that she was not dreaming.

"Emma?" she called tentatively. "Justin? How you comin'?"

"Just a minute!" Emma called from upstairs. She heard the garage door open. Then, an idea came to her mind. It would definitely prove her sanity…well, no, it would prove if she was just really really tired, or if she truly was going insane. She stared at the angel, eyes narrowed, and taking a deep breath, she blinked.

She groaned softly. The angel had moved another few feet, teeth bared and fingers like claws out in front of it, similar to a different shot in the movie. She sat down on the couch, feeling slightly dizzy.

"I've definitely lost it," she muttered.

"What was that?" Justin said as he walked into the living room. He looked at the screen and grinned. "Wow, great place to pause it." He jumped at her, mimicking the angel on the screen with a growling sound. Alex couldn't help it. She gasped, and started terribly. Justin laughed, and she giggled apologetically, trying to hide just how faint she was feeling. Justin didn't notice. He plunked himself down on the couch and sighed, content. Emma came in a few moments later looking slightly exasperated.

"My mom's not going to be home till well after midnight, that okay with you guys?" she asked. "She's put you in charge Alex," she added. Alex nodded, feeling somewhat distant and not noticing Justin's irritation at this. He was sixteen years old, and his sister was fifteen; Alex had young friends, but she didn't mind. Girls her age were rather tiresome.

"Okay," she said blandly, and with a slightly shaking hand, she pressed play. The screen did something funny, as if it was confused, and played back at the scene with the angel covering it's eyes, and Alex sighed internally. That had stopped it…wait a moment…it was a glitch, yes, there had been a glitch in the television. She slowly began to relax and enjoy the show again, and by the end she thought herself silly for even dreaming up the possibility of it being real. Yet there was that thought, that little nagging part of her brain, the part most people have, but never listen too or never hear that was speaking to her, whispering instructions in her ear.

That which holds the image of an angel becomes itself an angel.

Alex did not sleep well that night. In fact, she didn't sleep at all, because her mind was still working on the angel. As she lay in her room with her reading lamp on, her brain was working at top speed. The problem with her "TV Glitch" theory was because the scene had jumped backwards to get back to the image the show had originally been on, which is not something that happens, unless the connection is really really poor, or the player was faulty, which was illogical because the player and the television were both new, and there had been no previous glitches in the show, or for the remainder of the program afterwards. Of course, it was possible, but something told her it was not probable.

Another possibility was somebody fussing with the program, but that was nearly impossible. Technology was harder to mess around with than movies portrayed. In fact, it was far more likely that an angel was coming out of her television screen. Alex had always thought how silly it was whenever people in movies or television think that the supernatural is a joke. However, it is their minds, the human instinct to shun something they don't understand, or to try and make sense of it. If people would simply look at the logic, they would realize that if they are certain they are not sleeping, and have evidence that their sanity is in check, all that is left to do is to realize that what they are seeing is the truth.

"But how can something be coming out of my television screen?" she wondered aloud. She looked around her room, and her eyes flickered uneasily to the door. It was closed. It made her feel a little safer. It was, ridiculous, and by Earthly science, it was impossible. However, since when did pathetic little Earthlings know everything about science?

"I suppose," she said aloud again. "That the projection on the screen could hold some sort of…DNA code on the creature? No, that's stupid…or possibly…a portal from a different dimension, or an alternate universe projected through my television screen allowing that particular creature to come through," she paused, and sat upright.

"That would take a ridiculous amount of power," she said, a very bizarre expression on her face. Then she shrugged. "I suppose the Weeping Angels have that kind of power, but why my television? Or Emma's…" She narrowed her eyes at the ceiling. It had definitely been pointing at her; she just had that gut feeling that this was aimed at her. She shook herself mentally.

"This is stupid," she growled to herself. She leaned over and flipped her reading light off, and was immediately plunged into darkness.

A sensation that she had never felt in her entire life gripped her the second the light went out. Her heart pounded so fast that it was like she had just sprinted a marathon, her entire body tensed, and less than a second after taking her hand away, her fingers lunged through the dark, and turned the lamp back on again, revealing the angel, a mere foot away from her, it's face contorted into a snarl.

She would have screamed, but at this point she was far too shocked to even make a sound. However, her hand clapped over her mouth automatically. She did not want to wake anybody up. Later, she would realize that as her biggest mistake. She simply stared at the angel, and her brain was a battlefield of thoughts that went something like this:

How can it be real?

Why is it in here, what does it want?

But how can it be real?

This is so cool….

How did it get here? Wormhole?

A crack in the Universe?

Maybe the Doctor's coming after it…

"Don't be stupid," she said aloud. The Doctor wasn't coming after it. She thought. It was impossible, even more impossible than the angel.

But think…if the nightmare monsters can come through, who's to say that the monster's nightmare can come through as well?

She giggled. She was reminded briefly of The Girl in the Fireplace. If she could somehow enlist the help of the Doctor…well, that would be fantastic. But how? The Doctor couldn't go through a TV screen, that much she knew. The angel was stone; the Doctor was flesh and blood. She pondered a moment, still not even taking her eyes off the angel. It wasn't hard not to blink; she was wide awake, and blinking was not on the agenda. Nope. She slowly got out of bed, and started walking away from the angel, keeping her eyes on it at all times, when suddenly, she had an idea. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted it: her camcorder. YES!

It was mildly complicated reaching for her camcorder and switching open the screen, and turning it on, but she managed it without looking. She held it up to the angel, and positioned it on her pillow so that it was facing the angel directly. Just in time as well; the moment she hit record, her watering eyes could simply take no more. She blinked. She smiled.

"Ha," she said softly. "Why don't you mull that over for a few hours while I go and figure out what the hell you are doing in my bedroom," she growled. Well, not that many hours…hopefully an hour. The battery was mostly filled. She took a deep breath, and sprinted as quietly as she could down the stairs, panicking slightly.

Now what?

She needed to get out of the house, because it was coming after her, and she didn't want anybody else to get killed. She darted around, grabbing several flashlights, her phone, a camera (with a small camcorder, just in case), and then she spotted it; the hand powered flashlight. If it was her own arm that was powering the flashlight, how could the angel stop that? An angel can't turn off an arm…well, unless it breaks it off, but it needs darkness for that, and…well, let's just not go there.

She hastily reached for her keys, but stopped. Everyone would wake up, and it was just past midnight; Emma's mother might not even be totally asleep yet. No, she would have to walk…or…she grinned. He wouldn't notice.

Five minutes later, Alex had hoisted the bicycle through the garage door, and out the front door of the house, because the main garage door was electric, and if she was going to open that, she might have well just taken the car. Looking down their paved road, she cast a glance at her room window with the light still on. Good. The angel would have turned it off. With no idea where she was going next, she hopped on the bikes tall frame, and pedaled up the paved driveway; no helmet, no light, and no idea where she was going. What was she thinking?

She managed to get the flashlight between her teeth and could see reasonably well as she pedaled down the road, and was very happy that the bike was a road bike. It was fast. There weren't many cars out and about, so she was mostly on her own, her heart pounding in her ears as she went. It was very quiet but for the gentle wind as she raced along the road. She needed to get as far away as possible, and then maybe the angel would…go away?

"What the hell am I doing? This isn't going to work!" she growled to herself through a mouthful of flashlight. What else was she supposed to do? Sit there and stare at it until it killed her? She had half a mind to go to the police, but what good would that do? No, she really just had to make it through the night. That was her biggest problem. She felt tears burning in the corners of her eyes, and impatiently wiped them away, trying hard not to panic. She looked behind her a moment, feeling like it might be following her, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was when she looked ahead.

There it was, mere feet in front of her as she sped towards it at twenty miles per hour. She screamed and jerked the front wheel to the left, careening out of control into the road. She dropped the flashlight, smashed into something and bounced off of it. She didn't get a good look, but it seemed like a parked car….probably broken down on the road. She landed hard on the pavement, there was a loud crack, and she felt it tear at her clothes and the side of her face, and then….stillness but for the slow ticking of the bike wheel.

She felt dizzy with pain, was pretty sure her arm was broken, and was vaguely aware of a bright light. Maybe it was the hand of God coming to take her away. Was she dying? No, she was definitely not dying…Oh God…it was a car! However, she could barely even lift her head, there was no moving. She heard a voice, maybe it was inside her head, and something lifted her up. She blinked hard, but couldn't quite focus on the person. However, she thought she caught an outline of messy hair in the dark, and it was definitely a male's voice, but she simply could not take anymore, and everything faded to black.