Disclaimer: If I wrote for Supernatural, there would be more blood. If I wrote for Doctor Who, there would be more...weirdness. If I wrote for Sherlock, there would be more...Johnlock. And stuff. So no, these aren't mine.
Whenever Sam found himself in a potentially lethal situation, there always came a moment of complete and total calm. A single, fleeting moment, where all his muscles stilled, his breathing felt unnecessary, and he saw everything with total and complete clarity.
For a moment.
Then he tensed. The urgency he had heard in Rory's voice was one he recognized all too well. It was not the fear of someone who had read about something on the internet and thought, "Those might be scary." It was the fear of one who knew, deep down inside, in the very fiber of his being, that the thing in front of them was evil. Dangerous. Life threatening. The sort of thing that makes one feel repulsed in the pit of their stomach, the sort of thing one instinctively knowsto be afraid of.
The Doctor and Amy were yelling something about blinking and eyes. Sam tried to tune into what they were saying, but was distracted by the fact that his flashlight was flickering (I just put in new batteries yesterday!) and that he had just glimpsed another, similar looking statue, just standing there, a little to his left.
"Okay, I know that one wasn't there before." He breathed.
"Don't take your eyes off it!" Rory hissed. "And don't blink, okay? 'Cause these things..."
"Don't blink?!" Sam snapped. "Why can't I blink? You know what; scratch that, what the hell are these things?"
The blue light from the Doctor was waving wildly up above their heads. "They're called Weeping Angels, Sam!" The Doctor called out, speaking quickly. Sam could hear him moving around rapidly, and the whirring noise of that screwdriver kept breaking in as well. (Seriously, how was that thing loud enough for them to hear all the way down here?)
"Are they dangerous?"
"They're the most malevolent and yet humane assassins in the universe, so yeah, I guess you might say that they're dangerous."
"Third one!" Rory gave a warning shout as yet another angel showed its face at his right.
Sam swung his head around towards Rory, pulling his knife out of his pocket, but Rory yelled out, "SAM! WATCH THE ANGEL!" The Winchester whirled back and faced the statue.
Oh my god, it's moved.
The left arm of the angel had been raised chest level when Sam had turned his back, but now, it was above the angel's head.
"Don't blink." The Doctor called, his voice taking on a dark and dangerous tone. "The angels are quantum locked, Sam, so the second you aren't looking at them, the very second...they attack. You can't so much as blink. Do. Not. Blink, Sam."
Sam had a vague recollection of a high school physics teacher mumbling something about quantum mechanics and Schrödinger's Cat. How these statues tied in with a cat that was dead-but-wasn't-dead-at-the-same-time was a mystery to him, and one that he didn't care to have explained to him at this time.
Almost as an afterthought, his flashlight suddenly dropped to a dim yellow, which signaled it was close to being drained of power.
"Rory, my flashlight's going out." He said quietly.
Rory swallowed. "Okay, let's think about this for a second..."
"Rory! Rory, you've got to get out of there!" Amy yelped. "Your torch is fading!"
"That much was obvious, Amy!" Sam yelled, as his torch flickered yet again.
"Thanks Ames, that might actually be a smart idea." Rory said, and Sam could hear the other man's breathing coming fast and loud. There was a moment's pause, and then Rory's words spilled out faster than even the Doctor on a rampage. "Sam, these angels don't fly so they obviously had to get in here from somewhere outside and since there were no holes in the floorboards before we walked in and I saw no trap doors (because trust me I looked) there has to be a doorway out of here which is accessible to humans and since the angels are right there in front of us I suggest we turn around and look in the opposite direction, so basically...RUN!"
Sam had no arguments with the plan. Kicking straw out of his way, he scrambled after Rory, doing his best to move backwards so as to keep his eyes on the statues. He thought the Doctor must have been overdoing his warning, because he knewhe had blinked several times, but the statues stayed completely still.
"Rory!" He tried to project his voice towards the sound of running footsteps. "Can you see anything?"
"No! Just keep running!"
"What about walls?!"
"Might hurt, but better than dying!"
The angels were moving now; slowly, but surely. Each time Sam looked away for a second to try and see where he was running to, he heard the noise of stone scraping over stone. Each time he looked back, the angels had moved towards him and Rory.
And suddenly, Sam realized two things. One, it was extremely cold. Two, the angels weren't coming for him and Rory directly. They almost seemed to be...stalling.
A sudden burst of sunlight, blinding and warm, flooded the room. A door, the sort of basement door that leads to the outside, had been thrown open. Sherlock Holmes stood in the opening, one hand beckoning quickly at Sam and Rory. "Come on! Run! They don't come out in the sun, get out here!"
"Go!" Sam yelled at Rory, keeping his eyes on the statues. "I'm right behind you!"
Rory seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then turned and ran for the door. He could be heard clambering up the three steps in front of the door as Sherlock yelled out, "Sam! Come on!"
Sam gave the angels one last threatening look before whirling around and running. Heart pounding, breathing amplified, arms and legs flying, all he wanted was to just get out into the sunlight and away from those...those...things. His whole body felt flooded with relief when he felt Sherlock's hand grasp his upper arm and almost drag him into the outdoors. He collapsed, panting and shaking, on the dusty ground.
"Shut the door!" He gasped out. "Shut it now!"
"No!" Rory exclaimed, from where he lay about two feet away. "Wait! There's someone else in there!"
Sherlock hesitated for an instant, then swooped down, scooped up Sam's torch and shone it all around the basement. "No one's in there." He said swiftly, and with a definite and speedy motion, he slammed the door shut and latched it tight.
Rory was on his feet and staring with horror at the door. "No! She was in there! I saw her while we were running!"
"She's not there now." Sherlock stated stiffly, as though that were the end of the discussion. "Right. Winchester, you injured?"
Sam had originally intended to reassure Sherlock that he would be fine in a few moments, but the second Rory grabbed Sherlock's collar and looked ready to shake him, Sam changed tactics. "Rory! Whoa!" The Winchester jumped up and shoved the two apart. "Guys, guys, settle down."
"He might have just killed her!" Rory spat. "Sam, you were right next to her by the hay bale. And you didn't even help her!"
"There was no one in there!" Sherlock exclaimed. "Honestly, what is it like to be all funny and stupid like all of you people!"
"Rory, we can't go back in there now." Sam said quietly, trying to emit some sort of calming energy, since Rory looked like he was about to murder something. "We can't go back in, but I need you to talk to me, okay? I didn't see anyone."
"She was right next to you!" Rory was shaking, though not with fear. "She was right next to you! The second the angels showed up, I saw her. She was wearing that white dress..."
"Rory!" Amy's voice made them all start. "Oh my god, Rory!" The red-head came running around the corner of the building and straight for her husband. Throwing her arms about him, she clung to him tightly. "Are you alright? Are you hurt? Did you look in its eyes?"
"We're fine, Amy." Sam reassured her, though he was starting to wonder how true that was for Rory.
Rory, for once, didn't even seem to acknowledge the presence of his wife. He pointed an accusing, trembling finger at Sherlock. "And you! You didn't even give her a chance to get out! You shut the door in her face! Didn't you see...didn't you see how scared she was?"
Sam looked over at Sherlock, unsure of how to react to the situation. He knew he hadn't seen anyone or anything down there other than the statues and Rory, but, being a hunter, he wasn't quite ready to count out the man's statement that he had seen someone down there.
Sherlock was running his eyes up and down Rory, not looking very pleased, but not saying anything either, which was a bit of a relief. It took a few moments, but he finally sighed, reached into his trouser pocket, and produced what looked like an MP3 player, but, on closer inspection...
"Hey, that's...that's Dean's! Where'd you get that?!" Sam made a grab for the EMF detector that had somehow ended up in the consulting detective's pocket. Sherlock dodged the grab easily.
"I pickpocket people when they're annoying." He said shortly, fiddling with the small machine. "Your brother is veryannoying." He moved forward towards the door to the basement and held up the body of the detector, carefully scanning the doorway.
"It was a ghost." Said the voice of the Doctor, who had somehow managed to sneak up behind Rory and Amy and startle them. The alien's face was grim as he continued, "A ghost, or what humans see as a ghost. Didn't you hear about that suicide, Sam, while you were asking around?" The Doctor turned and looked the ancient, ruined building before him up and down. "So. Ghost, Weeping Angels, and a Time Crack. The score just keeps rising."
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