It's Called Marriage

Prompt 42: Blink

Okay, this one was practically asked for. Seriously, Blink? Weeping Angels anyone? This is slightly AU, just because of character deaths...

Sorry for the tears and feels that this might cause you. (It's a good thing I don't actually write this show.)

I felt nothing while writing this. (I cried to no end.)


The Weeping Angels were possibly the worse aliens in the universe. It wasn't that they killed you painfully, no, you just grew old and died, but they fed of the energy of a lifetime never lived. Whole lives. The Doctor lost Rory and Amy to the angels. He hated those angels. Despised them. They had fed off all the adventures that Amy and Rory could have had. And now, they had fed off the energy of River's never lived adventures.

The Doctor stared at the burning planet, all the burning angels, tears making tracks on his dirt stained cheeks. He wasn't able to save the planet either. The only things that existed there were the angels, but he still hadn't been able to save them.

It was all his fault. She shouldn't of been dead. She shouldn't of-he should of...if only he could live his life on "should ofs and would ofs."


Her eyes were a dark grey color, full of stormy thoughts as she realized the real danger they were in. They might not get out alive. Both of them wouldn't be able to get out alive, that was for certain. Saying that one person would get out alive was a gamble. "Doctor," She demanded, as the poundings on the barricaded door became louder.

He ignored her, busily scanning one of the doors with his screwdriver.

"Doctor," She repeated, stepping in front of him.

He attempted to sidestep her, and she slid back in front of him, gripping the screwdriver with her hand. "What are we going to do?"

He shifted slightly with a broken sigh. "I don't know River." He admitted, brushing her cheek with the side of his hand. "Something. I always think of something eventually."

He did come up with brilliant plans more than half the time. But not this time. She could see in the way that he was holding himself that he didn't have a plan, and that he wasn't sure how he was going to take care of the mess.

The lights flickered, and River could tell the pounding had stopped. The angels were getting through. "Doctor," She hissed, grabbing his hand. He accepted it, staring straight ahead.

And then the lights were back on. An angel was within inches of River's face, gripping her shirt. She gasped, trying to pull away, and the Doctor just stared at the angel, not blinking.

"River?" He asked finally. "Do you trust me?"

"Trust is called Marriage." She said, glancing at him, with a sad smile on her face. "I don't mind. Leave."

"No." He insisted, we're getting you out of here. But I need you to blink. When I say blink, blink."

She nodded.

"Blink!" He ordered, shutting his own eyes tightly, and yanking her wrist, trying to pull her away from the grip of the angel, in the miniscule second that the angel would have to let go.

And then her wrist wasn't there anymore, and he was just holding River's bracelet.


If he could, he would go back and make sure she didn't blink. He would have never put her in that position, but he did, and now she was gone.

And it was all his fault.