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Time of Angles/Flesh and Stone
Rory was surprised to learn that there's a kitchen in the TARDIS, though he shouldn't be. He woke up in the morning (well, his watch read 11 o'clock, pm or am, he didn't know) and changed out of his clothes from the previous day (days?).
Clad in a check shirt, jeans, and a vest, he set off in the direction of the control room since that was the only path he knew. Suddenly, lights on the floor popped up, and he followed them tentatively.
What he found was a kitchen. A really odd-looking kitchen, but a kitchen nonetheless. There was a sink, a stove, fridge, oven, cupboards, counter in the middle, and some chairs around the counter. There was a device that looked like a microwave, but more sinister. He saw a kettle resting on the counter and wondered where the tea was.
Instantly, the door to a high cupboard opened, revealing a plethora of tea. He was a bit taken aback. He could get used to this.
"Er, thanks, TARDIS," he said loudly, fishing out his favourite tea. He filled the kettle with water, turning it on. In the next cupboard he found a mug and wondered if it was alright to use it. Did Time Lords even eat?
He poured his tea and settled onto a chair at the counter. Peace and quiet.
CRASH
Rory looked up, startled. The Doctor poked his head through the door frame that separated the kitchen from the hall.
"Don't mind me! Just was in the library, trying to replace a few books. Swimming pool ruined it…" he trailed off before fully entering the kitchen.
He wore his regular shirt and trousers, but his shoes, jacket, and bowtie were missing.
"There's a swimming pool?" Rory asked.
"Of course there's a swimming pool! I just don't know where it is at the moment. The TARDIS seems to have relocated it after it destroyed the library," he said thoughtfully.
He rummaged through the cupboard and fridge.
"Do Time Lords eat?" Rory asked.
"Of course," the Doctor said, trying to locate what he was trying to find. He pulled out a deformed, old banana and pouted.
"Now what am I going to eat?"
"Toast, jam?" Rory suggested.
"That's so boring," the Doctor decided, digging further into the fridge. Was that bigger on the inside as well?
He found a box of fish fingers and a can of custard. Rory made a face as the Doctor popped the fish into the microwave and opened the custard, drinking it.
"What?" he asked as he saw Rory staring at him like he was a madman. Oh, wait.
"That's the most absurd combination I've ever seen. You're like a pregnant woman," Rory commented.
The Doctor tried to look stern, but when faced with an amused Rory hiding behind a large mug of tea, it was hard to do.
"I'll let that one go," he smiled.
The microwave sounded and the Doctor took out the fish, placing on the counter next to the custard. He settled in across from Rory and dipped the fish finger into the custard, eating it. Rory watched, face scrunched up in disgust.
"How'd you manage think of this combination?"
"Boredom of traveling on my own for a bit," the Doctor said breezily, "my last companion left in a bit of a rush."
"Oh," Rory felt a bit guilty for swanning off.
"Understandable, though. I wasn't exactly the hero he was expecting," he finished lowly.
"Doctor," Rory began.
"Fish finger?" the Doctor stuck a fish finger in front of Rory's face and he took it.
He dipped the very edge of it into the custard and chewed thoughtfully.
"It's actually not that bad," Rory said, surprised and a little bit disgusted with himself.
"Pure culinary genius," the Doctor beamed.
"Ego," Rory muttered, standing up. He went to the cupboard, finding bread and jam. A nice, normal breakfast.
He sat back down and munched on the bread (he didn't know if there was a toaster, and he feared the microwave would come alive and kill them).
"Where are we going today?" Rory asked.
"I was about to ask you the same question," the Doctor chuckled.
"I have no idea, you're the alien."
The Doctor appeared thoughtful for a moment before an idea came to him.
"A museum!"
"Museum?" Rory thought the Doctor must have finally lost it. He had a time machine and he wanted to go to a museum?
"Not just any museum, mind you. It's a few thousand years in the future. There's a black box…" he trailed off, standing. His food was forgotten and Rory watched as he went back into the hall, down to the control room.
Rory sighed and quickly finished his meal. He placed his plate and mug in the sink. Should he wash it now, or did the Doctor expect them to leave right away.
"Roranicus!" he heard the Doctor yell.
Leaving right away, it was.
It was a regular old museum, as far as Rory could tell. But the Doctor knew better. The box had writing on it in Old High Gallifreyan, he was sure of it.
"What's it say?"
"Hello Sweetie," the Doctor said.
Rory made a face, "Do all of your friends get pet names?"
The Doctor ginned a little, "Don't flatter yourself."
The Doctor took the box, running back to the TARDIS. Rory ran after him, now an accomplice to a thief. Wonderful.
The madman with a box immediately set coordinates and opened the doors to the TARDIS.
"What are you doing?" Rory yelled gripping the railing in fear. The Doctor held onto the door frame, catching a woman in an evening gown, rolling on top of him.
"Hello, sweetie," she said.
"You just fell out of a ship," Rory pointed as the two stood up.
"Ah, Rory, River. River, Rory," the Doctor introduced.
"Hello," River greeted, getting an awkward wave from Rory.
"Ooh, alliteration. That's always fun," the Doctor said.
"Focus, Doctor. Follow that ship," River said as the ship fell out of sped away. She and the Doctor immediately handled the controls. The TARDIS began shaking.
"Use the stabilisers," River told the Doctor.
"It hasn't got stabilisers!" the Doctor shouted.
"They're the blue ones," River said frustrated.
"They're not stabilisers, they're just blue, they don't do anything," the Doctor argued.
"Sure they're blue—blue stabilisers!"
With that, River pulled blue levers, making the shaking stop.
The Doctor appeared disappointed, "Well that's just boring, isn't it. That's what they are. Boring-ers."
"Who are you and how can you fly the TARDIS?" Rory gaped.
"River Song. And I learned from the best."
The Doctor appeared a bit smug and River looked over to him.
"Shame you were busy that day," she grinned.
Rory snorted to keep a laugh down. The Doctor glared at him and he raised his hands in mock surrender.
"OK. I've mapped the probability vectors, done a fold back on the temporal isometry, chartered the ship to its destination and... parked us right alongside!" River said, knowing they were right next to the Byzantium.
"Parked us? We haven't landed!"
"Of course we've landed - I just landed her!"
"But... it didn't make the noise," he said dejectedly.
"What noise?"
"You know, the" he made the TARDIS sound.
"It's not supposed to make that noise - *you* leave the brakes on!" River said cheekily.
Rory chuckled. That sounded like something Amy would say. The chuckle died on his lips as he thought about his fiancée waiting at home. Were they worried about him? Did anyone even realise he was missing?
"Yeah, well, it's a brilliant noise. I love that noise."
The Doctor, still grumbling, opened the doors, ignoring River's warnings that they should do environmental checks. Rory was inclined to believe the woman. She looked like she knew everything. Maybe all of that knowledge was stored in her hair.
"It's Alfava Metraxis. Oxygen. Eleven hour days," the Doctor said, a bit tempted to lick the sand.
Rory looked at him incredulously, "What if there was no oxygen?"
"Then you'd be dead," the Doctor said a bit sheepishly.
Rory threw his arms in the air. To his credit, the Doctor did look genuinely apologetic.
They trekked over to the Byzantium, which was now wrecked on a stony plateau. River excused herself to call in reinforcements.
Rory looked at River, then back at the Doctor.
"Is she your wife?"
"Doctor, can you sonic me?" River called from the distance, raising a communicator.
"Oh Doctor, you sonicked her," Rory sniggered immaturely. He was after all, a twenty one year old man.
"Shut it, Marty," the Doctor snipped, referring to his companion's vest looking like Marty McFly's.
Rory raised his brows, then turned his attention to River coming towards them.
"Father Octavian will be here with some backup," she informed them and fished out her diary. "So, where are you in this timeline?"
Rory was about to ask what they were talking about when they were joined by four who had just appeared out of nowhere. Teleportation, Rory figured.
"Have you informed the Doctor of the situation, Doctor Song?" Father Octavian asked River.
"Doctor, not Professor?" the Doctor looked at the woman.
River looked surprised, before realising it must be in her future.
"What do you know about Weeping Angels?" she asked him, avoiding the question.
The Doctor looked a bit taken aback. His eyes narrowed and Rory briefly wondered what they'd gotten roped into.
"Rory, wait in the TARDIS," he ordered.
"What part of 'wait in the TARDIS' do you not understand?" the Doctor had his arms crossed.
They were in the drop ship, in front of a screen to see footage of the Weeping Angels.
"Oh, shut up," Rory shook his head, "you know you want me here."
River watched their exchange with an arched brow, obviously amused.
"The Weeping Angels, then," the Doctor said to River.
There on the screen was a Weeping Angel. It was a four second video on a loop. Rory couldn't help but feel a bit underwhelmed as the Doctor described them. Quantum locked, don't move when being watched, and so on. All Rory could see was a statue of a crying angel. It seemed harmless. He supposed this was why they were so dangerous.
While River handed the Doctor a book outside, Rory watched the screen. He could've sworn the angel was a bit further away. He moved closer, jumping back as the statue came up right in front of his face menacingly.
"Doctor," he called, backing away, "River, is there more than one video?"
"No," River answered.
"Oh, that's just fantastic," Rory muttered.
He turned back to the screen, only to jump in fear as the angel projected itself into the room.
"Er, Doctor!" Rory yelled.
There was banging on the side of the drop ship, the Doctor at the door trying to get in.
"The sonic won't work!" the Doctor shouted.
"The sonic won't work! That's marvelous, really! What good is the sonic if it doesn't work?"
"Don't diss the sonic," the Doctor grumbled loudly.
"Doctor!" Rory yelled, "what do I do?"
"Don't blink. Blink and you're dead. Don't look it in the eye. Just stare at it," he instructed.
Rory nodded, gazing at the projection. His eyes watered and he tried to think of happy thoughts like sunshine and Amy.
His vision blurred slightly and he wanted to blink. He kept staring at it's neck to avoid staring at it in the eye. He reached for the remote, freezing the recording and ending the image. The screen shut off and Rory blinked.
The Doctor barreled through the door, grabbing Rory by the shoulders.
"Are you alright?" he asked in concern.
"Fine," he nodded. He was really, if just a bit shaken.
The Doctor let out a relieved sigh and hugged Rory, startling the younger man. He never did have that conversation with the Doctor about personal space.
Rory patted him on the back awkwardly before the Doctor pulled away, scanning him to check for any signs of injury.
Father Octavian came in to inform them that the Clerics had successfully broken into the temple. River and the Doctor ran off excitedly. Rory rubbed his eyes before following them.
They began climbing the walls, and Rory had to admit he may have preferred the museum. He had an evil PE teacher who liked to mock him when they were rock climbing, once.
He was brought out of his thoughts by the discovery of a gravity wall. The Doctor kicked the gravity globe high into the air. All around them were hundreds of statues. Rory craned his neck to get a good look at all of them. Which ones were Angels?
The Doctor looked like a kid in a candy store and spun around, setting off.
"Roranicus!" he called.
Rory watched as River was held behind and hesitated a moment before rushing after the Doctor.
"Doctor, how do we know which one's an Angel?" Rory asked as the Doctor began poking and prodding.
"Well, we die," the Doctor said grimly.
"Right," Rory nodded. Great, just great.
He turned into a corner to rub his eyes and nearly had a heart attack to find River behind him.
"Whoa! Both of you are quite good at that," Rory scowled at the woman.
River merely smiled, "Here's an inoculation to protect you from the radiation."
Rory eyed the needle warily and held out his arm. He closed his eyes and winced. He opened one eye to see River looking at the Doctor.
"So, are you two married?" Rory asked.
She looked at him, choosing her wording very carefully.
"Good question."
"I understand if you don't want to tell me. I'm a stranger, after all," Rory scratched the side of his face.
River gave him another smile, "Let's just say it's complicated."
"Stop talking about me," the Doctor said from his position.
"Ego," River teased.
Rory started laughing, "I said the same thing during breakfast."
"Great minds," River boasted.
"If you two are done ganging up on me," the Doctor sauntered over to them. He looked between the two, slightly concerned that they were getting on so well.
"Gang up on you?" River said innocently.
"Never crossed my mind," Rory crossed his arms over his chest.
Gunfire shots were heard, and the three immediately ran back to the main temple. Father Octavian was berating Cleric Bob for shooting a statue.
"Fear's good. Keeps us alert," the Doctor said, looking at Father Octavian.
Bob was sent to where Angelo and Christian were, leaving the remaining clerics, the Doctor, River, and Rory, to ascend the Maze of the Dead.
"Couldn't they think of another name?" Rory asked with a shudder.
"Like what? 'Happy Bunny Land'?" the Doctor asked.
"No. Bunnies are worse," he said quickly.
River turned to look at him and he looked down.
"Long story. I blame Buffy," he said, receiving blank stares. Really, was Buffy totally obsolete in the future?
"I've been to Happy Bunny Land. Not such a happy place to be," the Doctor gave Rory a comforting smile before launching into another one of his rambles.
The Doctor began talking about the Alpans, the extinct natives who built the temple.
"Lovely species, the Aplans. We should visit them some time."
"You just said they were all dead," Rory said.
"So's Virginia Woolf; I'm on her bowling team. Very relaxed, sort of cheerful. That's from having two heads. You're never short of a snog with an extra head," he said matter-of-factly.
"Doctor, there's something, I don't know what it is..." River piped up uneasily.
"Yeah, something wrong. Don't know what it is yet either, working on it. Then they started having laws against self-marrying and what was that about? But that's the church for you. Erm, no offence, Bishop," the Doctor backtracked.
"Quite a lot taken, if that's all right, Doctor. Lowest point in the wreckage is only about 50 feet up from here. That way," Father Octavian rolled his eyes.
"Church had a point. Divorces must've gotten messy," Rory commented.
Ah, Rory Williams, always the mediator.
"Everyone, turn off your torches," the Doctor said, the urgency apparent in his voice.
Father Octavian mumbled something under his breath, but turned his torch off anyways. A few moments later once the torches were back on, revealing that all the statues had turned to face them.
Rory's eyes widened and he nearly dropped his torch.
"Of course," the Doctor pressed the base of the torch to his forehead, "an army of Angels. The radiation leaking from the ship is restoring them. I'm sorry for leading you all into danger."
Octavian radioed Bob to warn him of the danger surrounding them. Bob replies that he's on his way, but Angelo and Christian were dead. Rory noticed the Doctor look confused and the Doctor looked at him, obviously worried.
"Bob, how'd you escape?" the Doctor took Octavian's radio.
"I didn't, sir. Bob's reanimated consciousness is letting me speak to you," Angel Bob said in the most serene voice Rory had ever heard.
Rory and the Doctor exchanged a look before the Doctor bellowed, "Run!"
All the while they were running back to the Byzantium, the Doctor was talking to Angel Bob. Rory skidded to a stop, joining the others as they saw they were fifty feet below the wreckage.
"What now?" Octavian asked.
"You're all trapped, sir. The Angels will be with you shortly," Angel Bob spoke over the radio.
Rory's breathing became heavier. He was going to die, wasn't he?
"Bob was afraid when he died, sir," his voice was softer.
The Doctor's expression darkened as he listened.
"You told me my fear would keep me alive but I died afraid, in pain and alone. You made me trust you, and when it mattered, you let me down," he continued.
Rory looked down, remembering his experience in Rome. He leaned closer to River.
"What are they doing?"
"They're trying to make him angry," she whispered back.
He gulped. He had seen an angry Doctor, but he had a feeling a truly angry Doctor would have been a frightening sight to behold.
"I'm sorry, sir. The Angels were very keen for you to know that," Angel Bob said.
"Well, then, the Angels have made their second mistake because I'm not gonna let that pass. I'm sorry you're dead, Bob, but I swear to whatever is left of you they will be sorrier," the Doctor said.
"But you're trapped, sir. And about to die."
"I'd like to not die, is that option available?" Rory raised his finger in the air. He was ignored.
"Yeah, trapped. And you know what, speaking of traps, this trap has got a great big mistake in it. A great big whopping mistake!"
"What mistake, sir?"
The Doctor turned to Rory, "Trust me?"
"Yeah," Rory nodded.
He turned to River, "Trust me?"
"Always."
Rory snickered to himself despite the situation. They were so married.
"You lot, trust me?" he asked Father Octavian and the remaining clerics.
"We have faith, sir," Octavian answered.
"Then give me your gun. I'm about to do something incredibly stupid and dangerous. When I do, jump!"
"Jump where?" Octavian asked.
"Oh, just jump. High as you can. Come on! Leap of faith, Bishop. On my signal!" the Doctor answered hurriedly.
"What signal?" Octavian asked.
"Oh, you won't miss it," he said.
"Doctor," Rory said lowly, "careful."
"I'm always careful, Roranicus," the Doctor grinned at him.
"Sorry, can I ask you again? You mentioned a mistake we've made," Angel Bob sounded befuddled.
"Oh, big, big mistake. Really huge. Didn't anyone ever tell you? There's one thing you never put in a trap. If you're smart, if you value your continued existence, if you have any plans about seeing tomorrow, there is one thing you never, ever put in a trap," the Doctor said menacingly.
"And what would that be, sir?"
"Me!"
With that, he fired the gun into the air.
Rory had closed his eyes when he jumped. When he opened them, he shouldn't have been surprised to find himself upside down on the ship's hull.
He looked down, and wished he hadn't. The Weeping Angels were restoring themselves. The Doctor prepared to open the door to the secondary flight deck when he grimaced. He had to drain the energy in the corridor, including the lights.
"Well, great," Rory mumbled.
Octavian and his men lined up to fire on the Angels while the Doctor tells Rory to turn the wheel on the door four times after he has cut the power.
Rory stood next to the wheel, hands gripping it until his hands turned white. It was dark and he spun the wheel, crawling in.
Octavian managed to magnetise the door to keep the Angels out, a fact for which Rory is extremely grateful. River realised there must be an oxygen factory on board to keep the passengers alive. Rory is grateful for this also.
The Doctor activated a panel on the back wall, which opened to reveal a forest within the ship. Rory leaned over the Doctor's shoulder to get a better look.
"It's a forest. On a spaceship," he said in a monotone voice.
"You're perceptive, that's good," the Doctor nodded.
"Hello, sir. Angel Bob here," the Angel started again.
"Ah, there you are Angel Bob. How's life? Sorry, bad subject," the Doctor grinned. This seemed to be too easy.
"Is it wise to mock the bad guys?" Rory asked River quietly. She shook her head.
"The Angels are gaining power over time and space, sir."
"The Byzantium doesn't have that much power," the Doctor scoffed.
There was a loud screeching noise.
"It's the angels, sir. They're laughing because you haven't noticed."
"Noticed what?" the Doctor asked.
He saw Rory pointing to something behind him and turned to see a huge crack in the wall of the spaceship.
"Run!" the Doctor yelled, examining it.
River, the clerics, and Octavian set off. River stopped, looking at Rory, who was rooted in his spot.
"Rory," River started.
"Doctor," Rory said sternly, "Come on!"
"No. Go on without me," he waved them away, "River, take care of him."
River grabbed Rory by the arm, dragging him away. He looked behind him, but the Doctor was already examining the strange crack.
In the forest, Rory sat on a log, worrying about the Doctor. Octavian grumbled that they're exposed.
"Your job's to keep the Doctor alive," River quipped, taking a seat next to Rory. "If he doesn't come back alive, I won't forgive myself. I'm the one who called him here."
"And if he is alive?" Rory asked with a small smile.
"I won't forgive him," she chuckled.
"Gee, thanks," said a now jacket-less Doctor.
Rory let out a sigh of relief and the Doctor grinned.
"Doubted me, Williams?"
"Not once," he deadpanned.
"Doctor, we're too exposed here," Octavian said.
"We're too exposed everywhere. Staying here's not the plan," he said.
"There's a plan?" River raised a brow.
"Don't know yet. I'm still talking," he said seriously.
"We should split up," he decided.
"That's a terrible idea," Rory said suddenly, "haven't you ever seen a horror film or Scooby Doo? People die when a group splits up."
"Ok, we're going to get to that command deck, and we're going to stop the angel, and we're all going to go home."
"How?" River asked.
"I'll do a thing," the Doctor waved his arm to demonstrate the thing.
"What thing?" Rory asked.
"I don't know! It's a thing in progress. Respect the thing. And stop ganging up on me!" the Doctor frowned.
They trekked to the primary flight deck. River tried to open the door. All the while, Octavian informed the Doctor (and Rory, by extension), that River was in prison and hoped to earn a pardon through this mission. Rory groaned inwardly. His imaginary best friend was married to a criminal.
"What exactly was that crack in the spaceship?" Rory asked.
They went inside, the clerics guarding the door and River with her computer. The Doctor took the computer from River, realising something. River peered over his shoulder.
"And for those of us who can't read the base code of the universe?" she asked.
"Temporal explosion. 26th of June, 2010," the Doctor said while River tried to open the door.
Rory's head snapped up. His wedding day.
"What's that mean?"
"That crack, in the wall, is energy that the Angels need," the Doctor said.
River pried the door open, stepping inside with the clerics and Rory.
The lights flickered and Octavian was trapped by the Angel. The Doctor escaped, shutting the door behind him.
"Doctor, they're draining the ship's energy," River said urgently.
The Doctor glared at her and Rory wondered what Octavian had said before getting his neck snapped by a statue.
"The crack is hungry. We need to feed it," the Doctor said. He picked up the communicator.
"Angel Bob, hello. It's nice in here. Consoles, comfy chairs, a forest. How's things with you?"
"The Angels are feasting, sir. Soon we'll be able to absorb enough power to consume this vessel. This world and all the stars, and worlds beyond."
"Well, we've got comfy chairs, did I mention?"
"We've no use for comfy chairs, sir."
"I made him say 'comfy chairs'," the Doctor grinned.
"Not a time for jokes," Rory sighed.
"Right. Feed the crack," the Doctor repeated.
"Feed it what?" River's mouth thinned into a straight line.
"A big complicated space-time event should shut it up for a while."
"Like what, for instance?" she asked.
"Like me, for instance," the Doctor growled.
"Throw yourself into the crack sir. You'll save us and your friends," Angel Bob said over the communicator radio.
"I'll go. I'm a time traveler."
The Doctor laughed, "You're not even as complicated as an Angel. You lot would be needed to equal me."
"Doctor," Rory reached out to grab his arm, just in case he was about to fling himself out the flight deck doors.
"Get a grip," he instructed.
River protested.
"No, seriously, get a grip," he repeated.
"You're a genius!" River said, grabbing onto a railing. Rory and the clerics followed suit, confused. "Don't let go," she said.
The ship's gravity failed and the ship flipped over, sending the Angels plummeting into the crack. The crack exploded in a burst of energy and closed.
They were back on the beach, next to the TARDIS. Rory was leaning against the door, watching as River and the Doctor said their goodbyes. River was in handcuffs, ready to go back to prison. Rory shook his head. They were so married. He felt bad that some clerics and Octavian had died. He supposed that deaths were a good reason not to pardon River Song, but she didn't seem to be an evil criminal. A bit crazy, yes, but so was the Doctor.
He got an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach as he remembered his impending wedding. What was with the temporal thing being on his and Amy's day?
Hands in pockets, the Doctor approached the TARDIS, obviously tired. They went inside and the Doctor was about to ask his companion where he wanted to go.
"Can you take me home?" Rory asked quietly.
The Doctor blinked. He seemed to want to go home quite quickly. Was he only bearable in small doses?
"I understand you want to leave," the Doctor brushed past him, shoulders touching briefly.
"No, it's not that," Rory said hurriedly. He pinched his nose, looking at the ground, "I'm getting married in the morning."
There. He blurted it out. He looked up at the Doctor who had an unreadable expression on his face.
"It's the ginger, isn't it?" he asked with a sudden smile.
Rory blushed and nodded, "Yeah."
The alien's smile faded.
"If you're getting married tomorrow, why are you here?" the Doctor asked, leaning back.
"Cold feet. Very drunk and worried about the future. Needed a friend," Rory shrugged as he listed the various reasons.
"Do you love her?" he asked.
"Since I was a kid," he answered, embarrassed.
The Doctor's expression was unreadable once again. He turned around and set the coordinates for five minutes after they had left.
"Call her," the Doctor said unexpectedly, "tell her to pack."
Rory fished his phone out of his pocket, staring at her number.
"Why?"
"Consider it a wedding present," the Doctor smiled lightly. Rory bit his tongue, but he knew that smile was strained.
"Amy. It's me. Are you home? Good. Pack your bags. I need to tell you something," he said into the phone.
Tada! Rory didn't look in the angel's eyes, yay! Next up, Vampires of Venice. Time for Amy to join the TARDIS crew.
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