A/n: Hello and one more post away from New Faces: Part Four: Finale. I know not a lot has happened. And only a little but is happening this chapter. Next chapter will be most of the conflict. This part pretTy much sets up the conflict both external and internal. Also for the people who didn't catch it, my crossover will be between Psych and Doctor Who. If you don't watch Psych and still want to read it. Just wiki Psych and read some background info on it.
"Use your Sonic," yelled Amy.
"It's a screwdriver," he yelled back, "how could that possibly help us in this situation?"
"I don't know, normally you just hold it out like a sword, use it, and good things happen!"
The three had been cornered by Weeping Angels and were now backed up against the pure glass wall of a skyscraper.
"How long do you think until your robot gets here," asked Rory.
"Oh he thought for a second, "a good fifteen minutes at the least."
"So the plan is to not blink for fifteen minutes," said Rory sarcastically, "what a great plan!"
"We do not wish to hurt you," a light voice encircled the group. It was a female voice, and a euphonious one at that. It's melodic hum seemed to linger in the air far after the voice was finished talking.
"Umm," Rory asked taken aback, "d- did that Weeping Angel just…"
"Speak," the voice finished, "Yes. We are the Fallen. We are merely police, searching for a convicted criminal from our planet of origin. We require your assistance, Doctor."
"Oh yeah, and I'm sure they were cornering us to give us those BAFTA awards we are nominated for," Amy's acerbic words snarled from her mouth.
"Are telepathic links are still extremely limited," the Fallen explained, "we can only communicate with you when we are in a certain radius of you."
"Hello," Four said cheerfully, "I'm the Doctor!"
"We know," said the incorporeal voice.
"So what is the Fallen," questioned Rory.
"We are the Fallen," repeated the Fallen.
"Yes," Amy tried again, "but why are you called the Fallen."
"We are the Fallen," it said again.
"Nice to meet you. So are you going to escort to escort us to your ship or…" Four asked.
"While we are more advanced in our evolutionary cycle than our criminal and primitive counterparts," the Fallen explained, "we are still quantum-locked organisms. We can't move unless you look away. When you do that, we will touch you, zapping you onto our ship.
"You aren't actually going to close your eyes are you," Rory asked surprised.
"Why not," Four asked, turning his head towards Rory. One do his eyes were already closed.
"They are just trying to trick us," Amy said.
Four cocked his head to the other side and looked at the red head with wide eyes, "That's preposterous!"
"They do have a reputation of trying to kill us," Rory aided his wife.
"Don't you think they would have taken me back in time while I wasn't looking if they were trying to trick us," Four pointed out.
"But what if-" Amy began to speak but was cut off by Four.
"Of course I'm right," he said loudly, "I'm the Doctor! I'm always right! Now close your eyes." With that the Doctor turned back towards the statue of an angel and shut his eyes tight.
Romana walked into the TARDIS, Ten following closely behind her. The blinding white glow of the TARDIS walls gave him an odd feeling as bad memories came rushing back into his brain. Sarah's departure and Adric's death by the emotionless Cybermen were just two of the memories invading him. And then there was Romana's last trip. Of course he had played it off mostly with dry humor, but in reality it had broken him. He had fancied her. How could he not? She was brilliant even for the Time Lord's standards. If only he hadn't been too much of a scatterbrain to admit it, then she might have left Gallifrey in the Time War like the Doctor had told her to in his eighth form.
"Is everything alright," she checked when she had sensed something wrong with him.
"Yes," he lied, "just a lot of fond memories in here."
"I see," she said, not at all convinced but instead figured whatever it was, it was better left alone. "K-9! Come here boy!" Her voice echoed throughout the entirety of the never ending TARDIS.
There was no response.
"I might have called him to go help me," Ten said.
"You know, you can make anything confusing," laughed Romana brightly.
"Yes," he tried to chuckle but his throat felt like it had a knot in it, "I missed you so much, Romana."
"I'm sure I miss you too," she said, grabbing his hand lightly, "are you alright?"
"Yes," he wiped his now red eyes, "I'm fine, just I haven't seen you in so long."
That's when he decided it, this time he wasn't going to follow the rules. He used to not be able to change his own personal history. The Time Lords would have stopped him back then, but he was the only one left. He could bend history all he wanted because he had survived the Last Great Time War. He was goin to bend history and save Romana.
