Chapter 3

ASerenn- This is sort of an AU, so I've changed some things to fit the story.

Thanks everybody for staying patient. It's been a while.

You know, this is totally off topic, but I've changed my mind about Peter Capaldi. He's a perfectly good Doctor. It was Clara I didn't like. A lot of the times, Peter Capaldi just didn't have the best writing. Can't wait for the new season!

~TripleSalchowKw

Danny's POV

"Doctor, wait!" River Song snapped. "You can't just go running in there without a plan. Theses are Weeping Angels, and trust me, they'll be expecting you."

"Gaaah!" The Doctor waved his hands in the air. "But I usually make it up as I go."

Danny leaned against the rail, frowning. "So what exactly are these 'angels'?"

The Doctor smoothed his shirt. "Well, they're aliens who can only move when you're looking at them. They look like stone angels. If they touch you, they send you back in time and feed off your energy."

"That sounds bad," Danny muttered.

"It is. And what's worse, they're cunning," River cut in. "They'll send you back to a tramatic experience in your past. You, not being able to see that happen again, will try to stop it. Usually, this is a fixed point in time. The change will give off a spectacular amount of energy and that will sustain the angels for a longer amount of time."

The Doctor ran his fingers over the console, his face thoughtful. "Aha! I have a plan!"

Everyone turned to look at him expectantly.

"Willow's location is approximently in the middle of the house. In a dining room, I think. We fly the TARDIS into the attic, that space is clear of angels. Then, we sneak down in the servants stairs to the dining room, rescue Willow, then come back to the TARDIS."

River nodded appreciatively. "Surprisingly, that's actually a very good plan." She pulled her curls into a ponytail.

The Doctor gave a leap and dashed around the control panel. Sighing, River released the brakes so they could have a quiet landing.

"Are you touching?" The Doctor wiggled a crank. "I thought I told you no touching."

River rolled her eyes, but kept her mouth closed as the TARDIS landed in the attic of Melody House.

"Clara, stay here. Danny, River, you come with me," The Doctor commanded as he handed out earpieces.

Clara crossed her arms. "Why can't I come?"

"I need someone to watch the cameras," the Doctor touched a few buttons and a large screen popped up. "Tell us if an angels sneaks up on us."

Danny narrowed his eyes, the Doctor was lying; but, whatever reason he had for Clara not going out there, Danny agreed with it. Yes, it would be useful to have another pair of eyes, but, if the Doctor didn't want her out there, there was sure to be a good reason. The Doctor strode toward the doors and pulled them open. Turning towards them, he nodded for them to follow. The attic was spacious, and filled with trunks and hatboxes. Stopping suddenly, the Doctor knelt and opened a trunk. Inside was a long coat with a red scarf, a white shirt, and tall boots. Underneath, was a mans jacket, shirt, jeans, and shoes; in one of the pockets there was a forgotten nurses id wrapped in a pair of scrubs. With a sad smile, he carefully replaced the clothing and continued weaving through the maze of boxes. River paused beside the trunk. Danny watched confused as River slid her own feet into the cowboy boots and wrapped the scarf around her own neck, and slid the nurse's id into her pocket. Apparently, the clothes had some sort of sentimental value to River and the Doctor. He brushed it from his mind as the Doctor pulled open a small door that led onto a rickety stairway. The stairs creaked with every step they took, but hopefully the sound would be mistaken as the old house settling. The stairs creaked with every step they took, but hopefully the sound would be mistaken as the old house settling. At the bottom of the stairs was a long passage, with doors on either side. At the very end were two large double doors that led to the dining hall.

"Wait, stop," Danny had suddenly thought of something.

The Doctor and River turned to look at him, puzzled.

"If the angels can only move when someone looks at them, how can we get in there without them noticing us?"

"I hadn't thought of that?" the Doctor stroked his chin. "Well, we just have to be quick. Willow! You still there?"

"Yeah," the whisper was barely there, Danny felt bad for the girl, she must be terrified.

"We're almost there, just hold on," the Doctor reassured her.

Stepping carefully on the long strip of grey carpet that was in the center of the wood floored hallway, they made their way to the imposing double doors that seemed to grow with each step.