A/N: Sorry for not updating in a while, I've been busy with other stories and I kind of forgot about this fic. To make up for it I will post two chapters today :-)
The Saints are Coming
Craig & Jimmy
Craig stared in shock as he looked across his lawn and over at his neighbor's lawn. Alphie was strapped in his strolled, ready for his walk. Looks like they were going to have to postpone there walk for a few minutes.
"Jimmy Novak!" Craig called to his neighbor who was dressed in a trench coat, standing outside of his house. Craig hadn't seen Jimmy in months. Amelia, his wife, had told him that he went to a clinic or something to get some help. Craig was sad when he left because he had been good friends with him and felt bad for their daughter Claire.
"Craig Owens!" he called back with a smile as Craig strolled over to him, Alphie giggling in his stroller. "Who's this little guy?" he asked, wiggling his finger at Alphie.
"Oh, I forgot, you were gone when he was born. This is my son, Alphie," Craig said with a proud fatherly grin on his face.
"Hello Stormy," Jimmy said as he made a face at Alphie. Craig's smile disappeared and he stared at Jimmy in shock. Only one person called Alphie that and that one person was the most impossible man in the universe.
"Can you speak baby?" he asked and immediately regretted it.
Jimmy seemed to realize what he had said and began to stutter. "I meant to, uh, but, uh…"
Craig stared at him, eyes almost popping out of his head. "Have you met the Doctor?" Craig asked, ignoring Alphie's baby babbling.
Jimmy sighed, as if surrendering. "Craig, there are dark times approaching but I know some people who are going to try and help. If you know the Doctor then you have a bigger risk for your life. Make sure that you and Alphie and Sophie are safe," he said then started to walk towards his house while leaving behind a shocked Craig.
"Did the Doctor tell you that?" he asked.
Jimmy froze and not turning around said, "No. The Angels did."