A/N; So, I'm back a little earlier than I planned, but I've got the day off, and finals week is over, so yay! Also, I might start updating every two weeks what with summer and everything giving me free time. Definitely sometime again these next few days, I'll be in the car and/or bored a lot.

Thanks to Nataly SkyPlot for reviewing!

I don't own Star Trek or Doctor Who

Also, I apologize if anyone is out of character, writing other people's is hard.

That said, enjoy chapter 3!


Chapter 3; Beware the Weeping Angels

Captain Kirk had dropped in on our conversation, and I opened my mouth soundlessly to try to explain what must've sounded like the world's weirdest explanation to him.

"Wha- who the hell are you?" He spluttered, pulling out a phaser and shifting it back and forth between us. "What do you mean angels?" I held my hands up and the Doctor did the same.

"Sorry about all this. My name is the Doctor and this is Madison Patton. We came from another universe chasing a very dangerous creature, to make sure it doesn't hurt anyone. Here, let's sit down, explaining this might take a while." the Doctor answered shakily, pulling out a chair and sitting himself down. "A weeping angel is a statue. Or-" I zoned out for the rest of the conversation, why listen to it twice? I studied Kirk as the Doctor talked. He held himself like he was the best and he knew it. I cocked an eyebrow as his knitted together, a smile creeping into my face as Kirk looked more and more bewildered. "-and so we need to find this angel before it kills anyone." the Doctor finished, and I smiled at him. His eyes were lit up again and I could see the energy building in his body.

"So let me get this straight, you arrived here in a blue box that can travel literally anywhere, looking for a statue that isn't a statue and can send people back in time to absorb the energy released from that and do it all over again?" Kirk stood up and walked over to a panel. "Mr. Spock, please report to boardroom seventeen. And bring Mr. Chekov with you, Kirk out." I glanced at the Doctor and mouthed "You told him everything?"

"So what are we going to do?" I asked the Doctor, "It's not like we can stop the ship mid-space or whatever," I turned to Kirk, "wait, can we? cuz that would be great. Or at least let the entire ship know what we're dealing with."

"And what exactly are we dealing with?" a new voice called. I turned to see Chekov and who must've been Spock had entered the room. "I presume we have a problem" the Doctor nodded and Chekov's eyes widened in recognition.

"You're ze girl, from ze elewater! Are you feeling better?" he cried, pointing at me. I nodded and he smiled, "Good. But vhat are you doing here?" he continued, his brow furrowing in confusion.

Kirk explained what was going on then made an announcement over the PA system, "Good afternoon, crew, this is Captain Kirk speaking. We have an issue here aboard the ship, and I need everyone to follow this request, no matter how crazy it may sound. We are looking for a statue of an Angel. It will most likely have its hands over its eyes. If you see any angel statues, do not, under any circumstances take your eyes off it, don't even blink. If you see one, call us on your communicator immediately. The statue is extremely dangerous. Don't touch it under any circumstances." he turned away from the wall and grimaced. "So, let's get this done and get you guys home."


Chekov stepped up next to me. "So you are from ze past? How did you get here?" he asked

I thought a moment before answering, they already knew everything, so why hold back? "Erm, it's sort of hard to explain, but yeah, I'm from the year 2018. We came here in this machine, She's called the TARDIS, and she can go anywhere in Time and Space. Erm- Hey, Doctor, can I show Chekov here the TARDIS?" The Doctor glanced over at us, the only two teenagers on the ship, and he shrugged.

"Sure, why not, but don't let him get lost, okay?" He pointed a finger at me and I finger-gunned him.

"Got it!" I called, as I grabbed Chekov's hand and pulled him along behind me to where we had parked the TARDIS. When we got to the little blue box, I saw my new friend's eyebrows rise in skepticism, and I grinned as I fished out my key ring. "Don't worry, it's not as tight as it looks," I laughed, watching as a blush began to rise in his cheeks. I cracked open the door to make sure it was relatively clean before stepping inside with a wave of my hand for Chekov to follow. I glanced over my shoulder and saw his hesitation. "C'mon," I grinned, "it's really cool, I promise!" I pulled him in and turned around just to see his mouth drop.

"Vh-Vhat? How is zis possible? It's bigger on ze inside!" He cried, and I mouthed the words as he stepped outside again to make sure the box really was that small. "But you said you vere from ze past! If you are from 2018, how can you haff zis technologie? Ewen ve don't haff zis, in 2262!" His face suddenly split into a wide grin as he turned to me, "Zis is amasing! Ze Docter vasn't kidding vhen he said you could get lost in here!"

I pulled the monitor over to me and tried to see if there were any new developments with the angel, but the TARDIS wouldn't translate the Gallifreyan into English for me. Suddenly an alarm went off somewhere in the TARDIS and she lurched to the side, throwing both of us to the ground. The screen flashed mauve as the familiar groaning noise of the TARDIS dematerializing filled the air, but this time it wasn't welcome. I grabbed hold of Chekov and tried to strap us both into the Captain's chair, this was going to be a big jump, I could feel it. I got Chekov lashed on with a little help from him, but before I could tie myself in, there was another big lurch and my head hit the side of the console. I could just barely hear Chekov cry out "Maddy!" as the world went dark.


I came too in my room in the TARDIS, Chekov sitting at the edge of my bed, wringing his hands. He saw I had sat up and smiled again. I prodded the tender spot on my head and tried to stand, but my eyesight went dark around the edges so I sat down again. I squinted my eyes, trying to lessen my screaming headache. Chekov handed me a glass of water and I drank it greedily. I saw another glass appear as the TARDIS sensed my needs. I drank that one too and finally was able to stand up, even though I swayed a little.

"Voah, careful!" Chekov grabbed my arm and helped me walk back to the console room, "Vhat happened? Does ze TARDIS normally take off like zat?" I shook my head, but that hurt, and pressed the heel of my palm to my temple, groaning as the pain subsided. "Are you okey? You hit your head wery hard." Chekov's eyes were darkened with concern.

"I'll be fine, I've had worse. One time I broke my leg," I chuckled, and Chekov snorted. I grabbed the monitor again and hoped it would display something I could understand. The TARDIS had definitely moved, the coordinates shown on the screen were different, too different for it to have been just the Enterprise moving. "How long was I out?" I glanced over my shoulder to my new friend.

"A few hours, not long." He shrugged, and I sighed in relief. Then again, time meant something entirely different in the TARDIS. "Vhere are ve?" he leaned over my shoulder, trying to read the Gallifreyan, hopelessly, of course.

I strode over to the doors of the TARDIS, Chekov holding my arm in case I stumbled again. "Let's find out," I opened the door to see a large stone statue with its arms outstretched, barely a few inches from my face.