Dinosaurs on a Spaceship: The Missiles

"I'm riding a dinosaur!" Brian gasped as they all clung to each other, the triceratops taking off at breakneck speed, making them bob up and down from the force of the run, "On a spaceship!"

"I know!" Rory whooped with a laugh, grinning widely.

This was why it was SO hard to give up TARDIS life. He'd never thought he'd feel that way, having started in the TARDIS rather shakily, having not really been one for the adventures and the danger and how much the Doctor made people want to impress him...but then...he'd really gotten used to it, and stated to like it, and then love it. He was sure it had a lot to do with Angel though, because every issue he had with TARDIS life, she was always a counter for. She made sure he understood the adventures and made things interesting by taking time to enjoy them with him, talking with him, showing him things, even small things, that were just incredible. She'd even asked him where HE wanted to go at times, anywhere in time and space and she gave HIM the choice. He never really felt like he was in danger because, the more he was around Angel, the more he saw of the incredible things she could do, the more he trusted her to protect him, the way he tried to protect her. It was never so dangerous that he was truly ever afraid because, Angel was always in the back of his mind and he had the...not faith but knowledge...that she'd do everything to save him and protect him, keep the danger from really hitting. And...he couldn't really blame the Doctor for making people want to impress him with their bravery because, even though it wasn't the same, he sort of did the same with Angel. He was always trying to be braver and prove himself, but it wasn't to impress her it was more...to live up to the man she knew he could be. And THAT was why it was harder still, Angel...the man he was today was because of her, she made him a better man.

"I only came round to fix your light!" Brian added, shaking Rory from his thoughts.

"Come on, Tricey!" the Doctor patted the dinosaur, wanting to slow it down when they saw the dead end ahead of them, the dinosaur still running, "Where are the brakes?!"

"Whoa!" they shouted as the dinosaur stopped, sending them flying off it and tumbling to the ground. The Doctor landed with an oomph on his back, his arms wrapped around Angel as she landed on top of him. She should have hit the ground first, but he'd managed to twist them mid-air so that HE landed more painfully than her. And that was fine with him, more than fine really, it was hard to notice the pain in his back when his Mate was in his arms, lying on top of him basically.

He grinned cheekily at her, "Still falling for me then?"

She laughed, dropping her forehead to his chest a moment, "Never stopped," she looked up at him with a cheeky grin of her own, "We always seem to end up like this don't we?"

He flushed bright red but couldn't help the laugh that came out of him, his hearts racing away. He knew she was talking about all the other times they'd fallen and he'd hit first so to protect her, but his mind, in the dark room with her so close and warm...his mind had gone somewhere...not quite there on the ship. He really...liked this about Angel, she flirted back a bit. He wasn't sure she even realized she was, but she did. Sometimes her comments were very flirty and charming and just...made him melt, yes made HIM melt. But, in a way, it was SO like her too. The first her he'd travelled with had been completely uncomfortable with the attentions of other men and their flirting, the next her just lost, all the innuendo going right over her head from other men, her third self, a bit flirty but more in a confident personality way, more teasing than anything, stopping the flirting of others with a tease back at them. And this her, it seemed like she didn't notice when others flirted with her, she didn't even seem to notice when her comments came across as flirty, but he was grateful it only ever happened when directed at HIM.

He loved flirting very, VERY much.

He reached up and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, "It's a very comfortable position," he smirked.

"Really?" she nearly scoffed, "Because it seemed like you hit the floor rather hard my love."

He shrugged as best he could with her still on top of him, something he was loving a bit too much given they were on the run from robots, "Not really."

"Are you sure?" she gave him a small, disbelieving look, "Are you hurt?"

"Not with you right..." he squeezed her in his arms, "Here I'm not."

She smiled, leaning in to give him a peck, sensing he was being completely truthful, he really didn't feel much pain when she was with him. It was like she numbed it, erased it, soothed it, just by touching him or holding his hand. She...liked that, that she had that ability to comfort him on another level, a level no one else could.

"As long as you're with me," he whispered to her, "I can endure anything."

Her smile froze as she moved to stand and help him, his words...striking something in her. It was like...that would be tested, one day, sooner than she would hope. His thoughts that he could survive anything with her there...it...alarmed her, quite a bit. She didn't know what it was but...she felt like...it had something to do with Rory and Amy. She hoped, beyond hope, that it was merely the day that the two decided to stay on Earth permanently, like she and the Doctor both knew they were starting to lean towards. She really did hope it was that but...something told her it would be much worse.

She glanced at the Doctor, hoping he hadn't noticed, not wanting to distract him with the missiles around, and, luckily, he seemed to be distracted by the triceratops now that he was standing, he was over beside it, petting it, "Good Tricey!" he cheered as it plopped down to sit before them, the golf ball in its mouth, "Ok," he looked around, Angel doing so as well, spotting a small monitor in the wall and heading over to it, "Where are we now?"

"Doctor," Angel called, standing by the screen. She pushed a button but it was dead, and...she'd noticed that this new her was rather...terrible with anything that wasn't the TARDIS. It was odd, she could usually muddle her way through technology of other species, trying to find similar qualities to a TARDIS...but she'd realized very early that, when she'd accidently broken the computers operating the moving platform in the Androzani forest and sent the platform crashing to the ground, she wasn't exactly able to do that anymore. It was almost like...if it wasn't a TARDIS she was just completely lost. She knew she'd used to be able to make her way, make it up as she went at times, but in that particular area, even her intuition and senses failed her. She was just terrible with computers and all manner of other tech.

Which wouldn't be very good if she ever found herself alone and needing to work one.

'Which will never happen,' the Doctor called as he headed over to her with the sonic, flashing the monitor to try and switch it on, 'I will always be there with my trusty sonic.'

She smiled, 'Unless you break it...again.'

He pointed at her playfully, as though he were going to counter, when the screen of the monitor flashed to life and they could see Indira, "Incoming message from Earth," he turned back to it, "Hello, Earth! How are things?"

"Doctor, the ship's coming through the atmosphere," Indira told him, "I have to start the missile program."

"No. No, no, no, don't do that, everything's under control here, turning round any moment. Need a bit of wriggle room on the timings..."

"I can't do that."

"You can," Angel argued, "Indira, please believe me, we WILL stop this."

"Tiny bit more time, Indira, please," the Doctor added, "This ship contains the most precious cargo...and I'm not just talking about my Mate and daughter," which really WERE the MOST precious cargo in any ship ever.

"My only responsibility is the Earth's safety," Indira frowned, "I'm launching the missiles. Goodbye, Doctor, Angel."

"No Indira!" he called as the image disconnected, "Hey, come back! Please!"

~8~

In the military HQ, the crew solemnly looked at the countdown that was commencing on the computer screen.

"Target identified," it announced, "Navigation systems locking on to target. Missile launch procedure initiated. Estimated impact: 30 minutes."

~8~

Ayla frowned as she stared at the computer, poking random buttons, trying to get a feeling of which ones to press to get more information, as Riddell sifted through a cabinet behind them.

"Now these are what we need," Riddell found some rifles, "Dinosaur protection!"

"No weapons!" Amy grabbed the gun from him, not willing to expose Ayla to that sort of violence, "There's a little girl..."

"I'm well aware," Riddell cut in, with a hard look, clearly offended that Amy would think he'd shoot something in front of a child, especially not dinosaurs, especially not when she'd gotten upset when he'd first mentioned taking care of one of them, "If you would care to look before jumping to conclusions?" he handed her the magazine, showing her what the rifles were used for.

Amy blinked, "Anesthetic," she realized, "These are stun guns," she looked at Riddell, "You're almost clever. Sorry."

He merely nodded, "Enough to make a dinosaur take a nap," he added, one more little dig at the assumption she'd made. Just because he was a hunter didn't mean he killed every single thing in front of him. Hunters knew you didn't attack mothers with young, you didn't leave an animal wounded and suffering, and so many other things, "Even Angel couldn't object to that."

Amy had to nod at that, Angel would have had FAR more of an issue with anyone shooting anything than the Doctor. Not only because of what had happened in the Asylum, Rory had told her, but because she just didn't like violence in general. The Doctor, she knew, would do whatever was needed to protect the people he loved, whether that meant taking up arms, like under the Byzantium or when they'd been dealing with the Pandorica, or releasing his 'darkness' to get what he wanted, like when they'd been searching for Demons Run. He would truly do whatever it took to keep Angel and Ayla safe, even if it meant stopping the dinosaurs in a more permanent way. He'd regret it immensely, but he'd do it if there was no other choice. Angel wouldn't want them harmed at all, no matter what. She'd want them safe but equally she'd want the attackers to not be harmed. Luckily, most of the time, she possessed the means to do so in a non-lethal way. But she felt like Angel would be more ok with the dinosaurs merely going to sleep than being seriously harmed.

"The Doctor would encourage it, of course," Riddell had to say as well, "To protect Ayla," he winked at the girl letting her know that he was very serious about protecting her.

He was fairly certain that was one of the reasons the Doctor had taken him along, because he would protect the people around him with his life...and possibly to distract Nefertiti from her advances on the man. He'd noticed, first getting in the TARDIS, that Nefertiti had been quite taken with the Doctor and it was truly bothering the man, and well...Nefertiti, even before he knew who she was, was...intriguing and he'd be more than happy to take the lady off the Doctor's hands.

"You and the Doctor, Amy..." Nefertiti eyed her, "Are you his queen as well?" she was almost certain the other woman, Angel, was the Doctor's queen, he had a child with her after all, but she knew many kings with more than one wife, and if he had more than one...perhaps he'd like to add HER to his list as well...

"No, no," Amy grimaced at the thought, whether from the question of being the Doctor's 'wife' also or being anyone but Rory's no one knew, "I'm Rory's queen. Wife," she corrected quickly, "I'm his wife. Please don't tell him I said I was his queen, I'll never hear the end of it."

Ayla just giggled, "Mummy's daddy's queen," she told her aunt with a short glance over her shoulder, "Daddy says it all the time."

Nefertiti eyed the girl before glancing at Amy again, "And the Doctor, does he have more than one queen?"

"No," Amy laughed at that, truly actually started to laugh heartily at it, at imagining the Doctor even glancing at another woman, well...not counting that mess with River, but he'd been amnesiatic at the time, now though...oh she'd seen SO many women making eyes at him and he'd just get all flustered and uncomfortable and try to leave, it really was quite funny, "It's just Angel for him. Only Angel. And I thought you had a husband."

"A male equivalent of a sleeping potion," Nefertiti said dryly.

"You clearly need a man of action and excitement," Riddell commented, "One with a very large weapon," he cocked the rifle and headed for the door.

"So, human sleeping potion or walking innuendo," Amy muttered, hoping that had gone over Ayla's head, even Jack toned down his innuendo when Ayla was around, which greatly amused the Torchwood team to see him floundering in attempts to cover up the ones that slipped through, "Take your pick," she shared a smile with Nefertiti.

"Mummy!" Ayla cheered suddenly, "Daddy!"

They looked over to see the Doctor, Angel, Rory, and Brian had appeared on the screen, standing in a corridor, Ayla having managed to hit the right button.

"That's very bad indeed," the Doctor was saying, "Completely unhelpful."

~8~

Rory frowned, eyeing the screen as the Doctor paced, not quite sure what the man was going on about, though, given the search he'd begun running of weapons that might be able to take out the oncoming missiles, he had a good idea, "Doesn't this ship have any defense systems installed?"

Angel shook her head, "Doesn't seem so."

"What ship doesn't have weapons?" he scoffed.

"Quite a few of the ancient species don't," she smiled, "They were...as full of hope as the humans are."

"So that's where you came from," he muttered.

"What?" Angel looked at him, not quite having heard him.

"Well, it's just..." he shrugged, "You've always been the most hopeful person I know."

The Doctor smiled, wrapping his arm around Angel's shoulders, "That she is, the light in the dark," he kissed her temple.

It was SO true too. Not just because of the Vortex, not even because of her hopeful nature, but...the pair of them. They always joked they were opposites, Smith and Jones, Naughty and Nice, Lies and Truth, Destroyer and Creator, and, he knew, in the scope of the Universe, his...nature was far more dark than hers. She really was the light in his dark, the one that held it at bay, kept it back, kept it from consuming him. She was the light he clung to so as not to fall into the darkness that lurked inside him. So, in yet another way, Dark and Light. And he'd never been more glad of it, because, like the humans loved to say, opposites attract, and she was...very attractive.

'Focus,' Angel called, but he could see her blushing as his thoughts, rather on purpose, filtered over to her, letting her feel exactly how attracted he was to her, because words failed him to describe it.

"What about the control deck?" Brian asked, walking over to join them, "You said we should go to the control deck next."

"It's too late," the Doctor sighed, reminded of the danger, and turned away from the computer, "It won't make any difference."

"We could at least try," Rory argued.

"It won't work, Rory. The missiles are locked on."

"So, what? We're just giving up?"

"I don't know. I don't know."

"Actually…" Angel blinked, "We should go there."

The Doctor frowned and turned to her, "Why?"

She opened her mouth to answer, actually having an idea about it, when there was a flash of light and Solomon appeared with his robots, teleporting in, "You were telling the truth, Doctor," he replied, "Earth has launched missiles. This vessel is too clumsy to outrun them, but I have my own ship."

"You won't get your precious cargo onboard, though," he countered, "It'll just be you and your metal tantrum machines."

"We do not have tantrums!" a robot shouted.

"Shut up!" Solomon snapped, before walking over to the Doctor, hobbling on his canes, his legs healed but still a bit shaky, "You're right, Doctor. I can't keep the dinosaurs and live myself. But I had the IV system scan the entire ship and it found something even more valuable. Utterly unique. I don't know where you found it or how you got it here, but I want it."

"I don't know what you're talking about," the Doctor stiffened, fearing that the machine might have picked up their daughter. It was a ridiculous notion, she was just a little girl, quite older than she appeared, but still just a wee girl. She couldn't have been picked up by the system, they had been SO careful to make sure word about her spread nowhere, so careful to keep themselves hidden and if THEY didn't appear on the system, why would Ayla?

But it didn't stop him from fearing the worst.

...until Solomon spoke, "Earth Queen Nefertiti of Egypt."

~8~

Nefertiti tensed at that as they watched, Ayla reaching out to take the woman's hand, seeing her a bit frightened that the 'bad man' wanted HER. Nefertiti looked down, startled to see Ayla holding her hand, comforting her, given how...unseemly she'd been with the girl's father. But there she was, a little girl, scared, away from her parents, knowing the bad man was with them, and yet...wanting to comfort HER.

"A face stamped across history," Solomon grinned.

Nefertiti squeezed Ayla's hand back in thanks.

~8~

"Give her to me and I'll let the rest of you live," Solomon finished.

"No," the Doctor whispered, leaning in.

Solomon glared, "You think I won't punish those who get in my way? Whatever their worth?" he nodded at a robot and it stepped forward, shooting Tricey repeatedly before any of them could react, the men watching in horror, Angel closing her eyes in sorrow at how she hadn't seen that.

~8~

Ayla gasped, tears in her eyes and turned around, letting to of Nefertiti's hand a moment to hug her Uncle John, feeling safer with him at the moment, burying her face in his legs as he put his hands on her shoulders to comfort her.

Amy turned and quickly knelt beside the girl, "Shh," she soothed, rubbing the girl's back as she cried quietly at what had happened, "Shh, it's alright," Amy swallowed hard, feeling terrible that the girl had been exposed to that.

~8~

The Doctor walked over to the dying dino and knelt down, Angel eyeing it a moment, "Doctor," she breathed, moving to kneel beside him, "Let me…" she whispered.

He looked at her, nodding as he moved to the side.

"There, there," she murmured, stroking the dinosaur's snout as it eyed her in such terrible pain.

She closed her eyes a moment, turning her back on Solomon, and focusing as much as she could, knowing she couldn't afford Solomon to see what she was doing. If the man knew, if he saw her using the Vortex...he'd demand her instead, and NO ONE would be prepared for the hell the Doctor would unleash to keep her at his side. She and the TARDIS were of the same agreement, when he was angry and upset was when the Doctor made mistakes, and now that they had a daughter to think of, she was even more determined to do all she could to keep him calm and rational. Her eyes drifted open, the Doctor able to see the faint golden swirl in them, knowing she was doing all she could to keep the power contained and unnoticable.

~8~

"Ayla look," Amy breathed, turning so the girl could see her mother performing her latest miracle, she could see the signs of what was coming even if the others couldn't.

To them, it looked like Angel was merely trying to comfort the dinosaur, but she knew better.

~8~

Angel laid a hand on the dinosaur's head, a dim golden swirl wafting over from her hand to its snout, blocked by her body so Solomon wouldn't see. Thankfully, it was dark enough where the man couldn't make out the wounds slowly starting to close, healing.

"Shh..." she whispered to it, lowering her voice so Solomon and the robots wouldn't hear, "Play dead."

The triceratops opened its eyes to look at her, and she SWORE she could see gratitude in them, relief from the pain, before they gently fell closed, the dinosaur doing as commanded and trying its best to appear unmoving and lifeless.

Angel smiled at that, that was a VERY smart dinosaur...before she pulled her hand away, swaying a bit till the Doctor steadied her. He knew she was hesitant to use the Vortex but hadn't wanted the dinosaur to suffer. He had tried to encourage her to use the Vortex, to use it in the TARDIS, practice with it, believing, perhaps it was just another level of her power that her body was able to handle but her mind was not that had been the result of the Asylum. This was really...her first self to ever truly feel confident in using the Vortex. Her last self had started the same way but, with all that happened, her confidence in even THAT had been chipped away. He didn't want to see that happen again and tried to gently urge her to keep using it, to try and gain more control. With everything finally calm, she had more than enough time to practice her powers. It was his theory that what had happened to the Daleks had been because she wasn't in complete control just yet, and only practice would help.

She had been a bit hesitant to believe that, though, seeing her using it now to help...maybe that was just what she needed to remember that the Vortex was truly more good than bad.

"Well done dear," he whispered, kissing her temple, "But…are we going to have an immortal dinosaur running around now?" he joked lightly, recalling the last time she'd brought something to life using the Vortex, Jack was still living his life with Torchwood. Not that the dinosaur had died, she'd merely healed it, but still, he wanted to lighten the mood.

"No, no," she smiled, resting her head against his a moment, "I've gotten better since then."

He nodded, helping her up as he turned to Solomon, the man still sneering at them, thankfully having not noticed Angel's feat. He quickly passed her over to Rory to check on her as well, moving to stand before her, blocking her from Solomon's view, not wanting the man to grow suspicious as to why she was suddenly so tired, "You must be very proud," he began, playing along that the triceratops had died.

"Bring her to me," Solomon demanded, "Or the robots will make their way through your corpses. Bring her now."

"No."

There was a flash of light and Amy, Ayla, Nefertiti, and Riddell teleported into the room.

"Mummy!" Ayla ran to her mother, who knelt down to hug her daughter tightly, "You saved Tricey!" she whispered in her mother's ear excitedly, being careful not to be too loud, she was just...so happy it was alive and well again. Her mother was amazing like that and she couldn't wait till she was the same one day, able to help and heal and protect, to make people better and make them...grow into themselves, into the people they were meant to be.

"What are you doing?" the Doctor turned to the adults.

"I demanded to be brought here," Nefertiti told him, stepping forward.

The Doctor grabbed her arm, stopping her as she continued to try and make her way to Solomon, "No, no, no, no, no way."

"It isn't your choice, Doctor. It's mine."

"Listen to me, if you go with him, I can't guarantee your safety."

"You saved my people. I am in your debt."

"No," Angel stood up, weary from use of her powers.

She had learned long ago not to use too much of them in dangerous situations, never knowing what was lurking, waiting to attack once the danger seemed to have passed. The last time she had been so tired she couldn't even muster the Vortex Ayla had been taken from her, never ever again. She refused to ever let herself become that exhausted until she was safely back in the TARDIS, with everyone, and they were all safe. But she was tired, she had never healed anyone so...completely before or from such extreme or numerous wounds. A gunshot here, a cut there, but never so many, so severe wounds, and never before with a dinosaur, she may have used more than she ought to have. As a result, she couldn't really get a true sense of what was coming at the moment, nothing except her own exhaustion.

"You don't owe us anything."

"Then I do it of my own will."

"Neffy, Neffy, Neffy..." the Doctor shook his head, but Nefertiti just walked over to Solomon.

"No!" Riddell shouted, cocking his rifle and aiming it at Solomon, "Take her, I shoot you."

"Put your weapon down," Nefertiti held up a hand, "Let me make my choice."

"Do it, boy," Solomon sneered, a robot stepping forward and lifting its arm till Riddell lowered his, "My bounty increases. And what an extraordinary bounty you are," he reached out and touched Nefertiti.

But she shoved his hand away, "Never touch me."

Solomon merely pushed her against the wall, the sharp edge of his cane pressed to her neck, making Ayla gasp as he smirked at the queen, "I like my possessions to have spirit. It means I can have fun breaking them," the woman glared and pushed the cane away, "And I will break you in, with immense pleasure. Thank you, Doctor. Computer? Take us back to my ship."

With a flash, Solomon, Nefertiti, and his robots were gone, teleported away.

And then an alarm went off, making Angel groan softly and rub her head, she could already feel a headache coming on and this was NOT helping.

"Hostile targeting in progress," the security system announced, "Hostile targeting in progress. Hostile targeting in progress. Hostile targeting in progress. Hostile targeting in progress."

The Doctor looked over at Angel, about to check on her, when he remembered that she wanted to go to the control deck before Solomon appeared...and he realized why, "Bingo," he grinned as the idea struck him as well, "You are fantastic!" he murmured to Angel kissing her forehead.

"What is it?" Rory asked, "Doctor?"

Ayla just smiled as her father grabbed the sonic, ready to teleport them out, knowing her father had just come up with a brilliant idea to save them all.

~8~

The small group teleported, via the ship's systems, to the control deck to see two piloting chairs facing each other, covered in cobwebs, with a small post between them.

"Ok," the Doctor clapped, "Control deck," and ran to the post, looking inside it as Riddell took a guard position at the door.

"So, what's the plan?" Rory asked.

"Come on. The missiles are locked on to us, we can't outrun them, we have to save the dinosaurs and get Nefertiti back from Solomon. Isn't it obvious?!"

"It's sort of the opposite of obvious," Rory remarked as Ayla giggled.

"We have 17 minutes before the missiles reach us," Angel murmured, moving to swipe the cobwebs off a chair and sitting down, rubbing her temples, her headache had struck, "We need to control the ship, turn it around."

The Doctor nodded, "Exactly," and soniced the post, Ayla coming up to it and standing on her tip-toes to look inside it.

"You said it was too late, there wasn't any time," Rory reminded him, though his glance kept turning to Angel as she massaged her head.

"Ah, yes, but I didn't have this plan then, did I?"

"And you've got a plan now?" Amy gave him a look.

"A thing Aunt Amy," Ayla corrected, though her voice was muffled from how she was speaking into the post she was looking down.

Rory shook his head and looked at Angel, making his way over to kneel before her, "You alright?"

Angel gave him a tired smile, "Just a little headache," she laughed, "Who knew healing a dinosaur would take so much out of me."

He gave her a small laugh as well, "I know just what you need..." he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small kit of some kind, opening it and rooting through it, his father coming over to see what he was doing, "There," he held out a small purple pill to her.

"What's that?" Brian asked as Angel took the pill and swallowed it.

"Medicine," Rory shrugged, "You carry a trowel, I carry a med-pack," he wiggled the packet before putting it back in his pocket, "It's all about the pockets in our family. It's a pill that ought to help with her headache, completely safe for Time Lord biology."

"Thank you Rory," Angel smiled, "I feel better already."

"It heals headaches instantly?" Brian blinked, "Never seen one of those."

Rory shrugged, "I pick up cool stuff wherever we go. For some people it's cars and hardware, for me it is nursing supplies."

"He's amazing Brian," Angel looked up at him, "He actually made a few medicines in the past. Invented them himself."

"Yeah well," Rory started to blush at her praises, seeing his father looking at him with a bit of awe, "It's hard to find pre-natal vitamins for aliens when the medicine you usually take isn't available."

Angel shook her head, "Oh hush," she told him, turning back to Brian, "He took the best care of me when I was pregnant with Ayla," she informed the man, "He ran all my tests and mixed vitamins just for me and made sure I always ate right and got enough rest and didn't overdo anything," she reached out and took Rory's hand, "He even delivered Ayla."

"He did?" Brian breathed, looking at his son with...quite a good deal of respect, quite impressed, "That's..."

"It was nothing," Rory tried to brush it off, as uncomfortable with praise as Angel was.

"It was everything," Angel told him, squeezing his hand, "You were my doctor," she winked.

"Did somebody call?" the Doctor popped over, crouching down to rest his elbow on the armrest of the chair, "What are we all talking about?" he whispered, as though doing so would mean he hadn't interrupted the moment but merely joined it.

"How remarkable Rory is," Angel told him.

"Ah yes," he nodded, "Rory the Remarkable Roman," he patted the man on the back, Rory smiling at hearing the Doctor finally admit that he was deserving of compliments too, "Well done Rory," he added before getting up and heading back to the post, "Riddell? Keep an eye out for dinosaurs," he ordered, getting back to work.

Riddell grinned, "I was rather hoping you'd say that," he handed a gun to Brian, who was still slightly shocked learning how...outstanding his son was, well...he'd always known how impressive Rory was, he really was remarkable, but to hear other people...like the Doctor and Angel...say the same, he knew it meant a lot to his son, and it meant a lot to him as well because of that.

"Don't hurt them!" Angel called after them as the two headed out of the room.

"Rory, Amy, get rid of the cobwebs," the Doctor nodded at the second chair.

~8~

Solomon smirked as he pressed a button on his ship's control computer, ready to leave...but the ship didn't move. He frowned, "Come on, come on. We're not moving," he pressed it again but the sound of metal clanging resounded, "He's magnetized us. We can't move away!"

~8~

Riddell stood in the doorway, a nervous Brian beside him...when they heard growling in the distance. He looked around as raptors began to emerge, "Keep walking, big chap," he called to one, when another one appeared. He swung his gun between them, only for even more to join them, "Hell's teeth, that's really not fair!"

~8~

Indira sighed as she and her team watched the screen in their base.

"Missile target will be reached in 11 minutes," the computer announced.

They could only hope the Time Lords and the others made it off the ship before then.

~8~

The Doctor stood up from the floor, slamming his hand on the computer before him that he was examining, "No! Don't be like that! Really unhelpful."

"What's the matter?" Amy asked from where she was standing by Angel, Ayla in the woman's lap.

"Parallel pilot compartments, bio-configured, needs two operators of the same gene chain. That's why Solomon couldn't change the ship's course and neither can we…"

"Of course we can," Angel called and he turned to face her, she just squeezed Ayla in a little hug, "Me and Ayla, she's my daughter, we ARE of the same gene chain. Our core DNA is the same."

While Time Lords could change their faces, change their DNA with each regeneration, they always retained echoes of it deep in their DNA, buried, but there, remnants of the people they were. It was what allowed them to remember their past selves, even though both she and Ayla had regenerated, there still shared DNA as mother and daughter, and that was on a very specific level. 'Gene chain' merely meant of the same family, the remnants in their DNA meant just that as well.

The Doctor shook his head, walking over to her, "I should do it," he said softly, moving to kneel before her and Ayla, concerned, she was rather tired.

She smiled and reached out to cup his cheek, "I think Nefertiti needs you more right now my love," she told him.

He smiled, turning to kiss her palm before standing, scooping Ayla up into his arms in the process, "How about that sweetheart?" he asked her, actually a bit...happy that Angel was insisting he go after Nefertiti, he did not want his Mate anywhere near the man, not at all, "You want to try your hand at piloting a Silurian ship with mummy?"

"Can I?!" Ayla nodded, excited, she'd learned quite a lot about how to pilot a TARDIS between her Aunt Idris and her mother's teachings...and her father's examples of what NOT to do...she was certain she could do this, help save the world as her parents so often did.

"Here we go," he set her down in the second chair.

"What are they doing?" Amy frowned, worried.

"Ship does all the engineering," he explained quickly, "The controls are straightforward, simple enough to use. Two eye-line screens, velocity and trajectory. Try to steer away from Earth, sweetheart," he dropped a kiss to Ayla's head, "Try not to bump into the moon otherwise the races who live there will be livid."

"I know daddy," Ayla nodded.

"What?" Rory gaped, surprised there were species living on the moon by then...and feeling like he really shouldn't be that surprised at all.

"Primary controls in the arms of the chairs, principle's the same as any vehicle. Eight minutes, 45 seconds," he stood back and soniced the chairs, turning them on. He walked to Angel, crouching beside her, "Get us as far away as you can dear," he told her as she nodded. He grinned, kissing her cheek a few times till she turned her head to give him a peck, making him beam instead and stand, looking at the post again, "Right, phase two sorted. Now for phase one."

"Phase two comes after phase one," Amy reminded him.

"Humans, you're so linear. Did Ayla not teach you about cause to effect?" he smirked, he and Angel had been highly amused to hear their daughter had rambled about time for hours on end, what was even more impressive was that Rory, who had actually paid attention to every word the girl said, had understood her and learned something from it. It seemed she'd inherited both his ability to ramble but Angel's ability to simplify what she knew, "Shine a torch in here."

Amy leaned forward, shining her torch while Rory walked up to them, "What're you doing?"

"Mixing my messages," he pulled a handful of wires out, "How's the job?" he glanced at Amy.

"We're about to be hit by missiles and you're asking me that?" she gave him a look.

"Daddy likes to multi-task," Ayla called, swinging her legs as she waited for him to finish activating the rest of the ship, Angel just resting with her head back against the chair, her eyes closed.

She was trying to sense what would happen, if the plan would work but she was just...a little distracted at the moment, knowing she'd have to pilot the Silurian ship with her young daughter...she really only had experience piloting a TARDIS and was hoping it wouldn't be too difficult. She really didn't know what the Doctor would do to stop the missiles, perhaps he'd go into Solomon's ship and use HIS weapons to target the bombs.

He nodded, "Keep talking. How's the job?"

"I gave it up," Amy sighed.

"You gave the last one up."

"Yeah, well I can't settle. Every minute, I'm listening out for that stupid TARDIS sound…"

He scoffed, "Right, so it's my fault now, is it?!"

"She just means we can't not wait for you," Rory explained, "Even now."

Amy nodded, "And they're getting longer, the gaps between your visits."

"Are they?" the Doctor glanced up, trying to act innocent, reaching his arm into the post.

"We think, um," Rory began, "You might be trying to wean us off you."

"Would that be bad?" the Doctor glanced at them, "To give something up little by little instead of suddenly?"

Wasn't that what his companions always complained about? That it was so much harder to adjust to life on Earth after seeing everything he helped them see? He was...trying to be more considerate this time, make up for his past mistakes, he wanted to be...better, a more...responsible adult in some ways. He wanted to make the transition easier for them. And...it was hard, equally as hard for him to give them up completely.

It was easier for him to drop them off on Earth and run away, knowing they were safe, and knowing that he wouldn't have to see them again and hurt all over to say goodbye once more. It was a coward's way out, he knew, but he was trying to be stronger, for Ayla, for Angel, because neither of them wanted to give up Rory or Amy either. But each time it was harder to say goodbye, so the gaps became longer...and...it was getting easier, with the longer gaps. He was finding he could go longer and longer without needing fiercely to see the Ponds. And...that was a good sign, it meant, one day it would be easy to pop in, say hello, stay for dinner, and leave again.

He really DID want to keep his companions in his life, all of them.

He smiled at that, Angel had done a number on him hadn't she?

"It's not just that, I promise," the Doctor looked at her, "Really promise. You're Ayla's Uncle Rory, her Aunt Amy, we couldn't just give that up instantly."

"But you and Rory," Angel called, making them look back at her as she smiled at them, "You have lives. Each other. You'll have so much more than that, I can tell," she winked at them, "And...your lives are on Earth, we have lives in the TARDIS too, we have each other," she smiled at the Doctor, "We have a family of our own too, and..."

"And you're just spending time with each other," Rory nodded, getting it. They were trying to give them the best of both worlds, weren't they?

Amy smiled at that, "We just worry there'll come a time when you never turn up, that something will have happened to you and we'll still be waiting, never knowing."

"You'd know," the Doctor said quietly, rubbing his chest absently.

The humans frowned but nodded, understanding what he meant. They could recall what they'd felt the moment Angel had 'died' at Lake Silencio. They had felt it. They had known. Even the family, from what they'd heard when they first got together after that event, the family had known and they hadn't even been there. So, if that day ever came, they would know...and that was almost scarier, to live each day wondering if you'd wake up and feel...that.

"Come on Ponds," the Doctor shook his head, grinning at them now, "You'll be there till the end of us."

"Or the other way round," Rory murmured quietly.

The Doctor looked down sadly, knowing there was some truth in that, it had happened before. And, hadn't he told Rose Tyler once that humans aged, they would eventually die, and he would live on? He could only hope that, for the Ponds' sake, it would be the fact that they lived out very long and extraordinarily happy lives instead of some danger that got the best of them.

"Beep," Angel called.

He looked up at her a moment before his sonic beeped, finished. He smiled at her, "Done," he nodded, pulling some more wires out of the post and resting it on the rim.

"Doctor?" Riddell called, rushing in, "We need more help…" he trailed off as Amy grabbed a stun gun, "What're you doing?"

"Helping," she smirked, striding past the men and into the hall with Riddell, knowing Rory would he harder pressed to leave both Angel and Ayla.

The Doctor looked at Rory before snatching up a crystal he'd pulled from the post, "Rory," he called, "Keep an eye on them for me," he nodded at Angel and Ayla, whose chairs had begun to move, the piloting program kicking in.

"Of course," Rory nodded as the Doctor tossed the crystal in his hand, "But what are you going to…"

He teleported out.

"...do?" Rory finished with a sigh and a roll of his eyes.

~8~

Amy and Riddell quickly joined Brian, holding another stun gun, in the doorway, the man having kept watch as the raptors grew closer.

"Quickens the blood, doesn't it?" Riddell smirked.

"The sooner this lot go back to being extinct, the better," Amy commented.

"You know what I want more than anything?"

"Lessons in gender politics?"

"A dinosaur tooth to take home," he shot a raptor, "Dinosaurs ahead, lady at my side, man behind, about to be blown up. Not sure I've ever been happier."

"Shut up and shoot," Amy nudge him, both of them firing at the dinosaurs.

"Duck!" Brian shouted as Amy dropped down and Riddell fired over her head at a raptor.

"Come on man!" Riddell nudged Brian, "Shoot!"

Brian swallowed hard and fired at a raptor.

~8~

Angel and Ayla laughed as they piloted the ship to safety, "How do you like it sweetheart?" she called to her daughter, she was actually struggling just a little bit to fly it but Ayla seemed to be doing fine enough.

"I'm flying am alien spaceship!" she giggled, swinging her feet excitedly, bouncing in her chair.

It wasn't as fun as piloting the TARDIS, but she wasn't old enough to really do that, she was still a little short, but it was fun enough.

~8~

"The ship's trajectory is changing," a man said in the headquarters, watching as the ship started to veer away from Earth.

"It makes no difference," Indira sighed, "The missiles have locked on. How long till target?"

"Seven minutes."

Indira closed her eyes, knowing what the veering meant, the Time Lords were still onboard.

~8~

The Doctor teleported into Solomon's ship with a wide, though very dangerous-looking, grin, "Hello! Having trouble leaving?" he turned and stepped out of the teleport, grabbing two live wires and pressing them to the robots' chest, blowing them backwards.

"Daisy, Daisy," one of the robots began to sing in a daze, "Give me your answer..."

Solomon stood, glaring, as the Doctor patted the robot on the chest as it powered down, "Ship's still magnetized, couldn't bear to lose you."

"Release my ship, Doctor," Solomon moved to hold a cane to Nefertiti's neck, "Or I kill this precious little object."

Nefertiti, seeming to have had enough of the man, kicked his other cane out from under him, knocking him to the floor at the sudden imbalance. She grabbed the one that had been aimed at her and pointed it at his neck this time, "I am not your possession now, nor will I ever be. Now stay there."

The Doctor sauntered over and peered down at the man, "Don't mess with Egyptian queens, Solomon, or Time Lords. I hope you've learnt that now," he walked over to the controls.

"What're you doing?!" Solomon demanded as the man fiddled with them.

"Disabling this ship's signal and replacing it with the one from the Silurian ship," he said simply, really...quite eerily calm as well, which was never a good sign for him, he was either explosively angry or furiously calm...and right now...he was furiously calm, because of this man and his greed, missiles were being sent at the ship his Mate and daughter were currently trying to steer off, "I send this craft off emitting the signal they're looking for, the missiles will follow," he turned around, "Hopefully Silurian ship safe, dinosaurs safe, everybody safe," he checked his watch, "Bit tight for time though, sorry, don't have my Mate here to keep me on track, shouldn't really be chatting. Neffy, let's go," he clapped his hands and headed for the teleport, pausing a moment to look back, "How remiss of me, almost forgot, the thing about missiles, very literal, this is what they latch on to," he set the crystal down and pulled out his sonic, "Now, one press on this and the ship's demagnetized."

"Doctor, whatever you want, I can get it for you, whatever object you desire."

"I already have all I desire," the Doctor waved him off, before pausing to think, "Did the Silurians beg you to stop?" he wondered, glancing at the screens around them, displaying the missiles, headed towards THEM now and he smirked, knowing that the others were safe, "Look, Solomon. The missiles. See them shine. See how valuable they are. And they're all yours," he turned and followed Nefertiti to the teleport.

"You wouldn't leave me, Doctor..."

The Doctor simply closed the gate and held up his sonic, looking at it contemplatively, "I would do anything to protect my Mate, to protect my daughter," he murmured the words so similar to what he'd once told Angela Smith, he really would do anything. And the man...even just knowing his name, Doctor, knowing of Angel and Ayla, being a trader, he was bound to ask the wrong question to the wrong people and it would only be a matter of time before the Silence tried to hunt them again. Solomon was not a man who would ever stop until he got what he wanted and, having lost the dinosaurs and now Nefertiti, he wouldn't stop till he'd gotten him and his girls, and that...as terrible as it was to say...wouldn't do. He looked at the man solemnly, "I'm sorry," he murmured, before pressing the sonic on, the crystal starting to glow. He eyed Solomon, "Enjoy your bounty," before forcing himself to press the teleport button and beam out, hoping Angel wouldn't be too cross with him for what he'd done, if she had seen this coming she would have stopped him.

"DOCTOR!" Solomon shouted as the ship took off, heading away from the Silurian ark and out into space. He gaped, watching the missiles following him, "DOCTOR!"

But the missiles hit and everything exploded.

~8~

Amy, Brian, and Riddell stood in the middle of the corridor, surrounded by sedated raptors, "Well done," Riddell clapped a slightly shell-shocked Brian on the back.

~8~

The Doctor cheerfully led the way to the TARDIS, Ayla beside them, riding on Tricey's back as Angel led the dinosaur on. He was in rather good spirits because...Angel wasn't mad at him!

Well, she'd been at first, very mad and quite disappointed, which had broken his hearts to see. She hadn't liked the fact that he'd left Solomon there to the missiles, but he'd explained to her that it had been for Ayla. He'd asked her if the sense she'd gotten off the man was different than the personality he'd described, the scenario he'd pictured in his mind of what would happen if Solomon escaped, the Silence and the threat of them finding out about their family. He'd reminded her that, if they hadn't gotten involved, Solomon would have been on the ship, unable to move, unable to leave, unaware of the missiles till they hit, he would have died on the ship anyway, the only change was that the dinosaurs didn't die with him.

When he'd reminded her about Ayla's safety she'd hesitantly and begrudgintly agreed to let this one go for the moment. Her daugher's safety was truly one of the most important things to her. She wouldn't ever want a trader like Solomon to learn about their daughter and come after her or inadvertantly set the Silence on them as well. It was...terrible, it truly was, she hated death, but then...he'd reminded her that 'everything, all things, must die,' used her own words against her as he brought up the original fate of Solomon and his ship in regards to the missiles. Reminding her that they'd saved all the dinosaurs on the ship, the innocent creatures that the Silurians had given their lives to protect. And for that...she couldn't stay too mad at him for long, so...all in all...he was rather chipper she didn't hate him and that he wasn't 'sleeping on the sofa' as the humans would say.

"So, dinosaur drop-off time," he grinned, scooping Ayla off Tricey's back and setting her down, taking her hand as he led her to the TARDIS where Angel was opening the doors.

"Actually, we think home for us," Rory commented.

The Doctor paused and looked down at his daughter, grinning up at him, home, yes, as much as he loved travelling with the Ponds, with anyone really, he loved spending time with his family as well.

"Of course," Angel nodded.

"Not forever," Amy added as Nefertiti and Riddell stepped up to join her, Rory, and Brian, "Just a couple of months."

"Right, yes, we're pretty busy anyway," the Doctor agreed, "I mean, we've got to drop everyone back."

"About that," Brian began, "Can I ask a favor? There's something I want to see."

The Doctor looked at Angel, who smiled and nodded.

~8~

Brian sat in the doorway of the TARDIS, his legs dangling out the side, Ayla beside him, both of them sharing a sandwich as they hovered above the Earth. Brian took a sip of tea from a thermos as Amy and Rory came up behind them, enjoying the view.

Angel and the Doctor stood by the console, smiling as they watched their daughter among her family.

~8~

In the African Plains, in 1902, Riddell stared up at the night's sky, a dinosaur tooth hanging from a cord around his neck. He glanced over as Nefertiti stepped out of the tent, her hair loose, a rifle in her hands as she smirked at him.

~8~

Rory was standing on the ladder in his home one day, looking at the light fixture, blowing on the end of it before inserting the bulb.

"MORE postcards from your dad," Amy called as she entered with a handful of cards.

"Do you know what?" Rory remarked, stepping down the ladder, "I think it is the fitting."

He walked over to where Amy was standing near a wall of photos, tacking up the new ones. They were all of Brian in amazing locations, like Pisa, Rio de Janeiro, Egypt and more. But the latest one, that was of the TARDIS, in a prehistoric land, the dinosaurs running around, with the three Time Lords standing before a sign that read 'Siluria.'

~8~

Angel looked over from where she was turning down the sheets, having just come from putting Ayla to bed as the Doctor took a shower. The girl had taken a little longer to sleep than normal, had needed an extra story and the 'night light' to be set on a slightly brighter setting, all the wandering in the dark hallways, despite her Uncle John being there, hadn't set her very at ease. She knew the girl was afraid of having a nightmare and so she'd done everything she could to help her feel safe and comfortable, snuggled up with her 'Aslan' and with the stars above her, the door opened a crack to let in the light of the hallway as well. She'd sung her a little song as she'd slept, helped lull her to sleep and she couldn't help but smile. She got the feeling Ayla would be just fine and have a good night's rest.

She'd been surprised though, with how long it had taken her to get Ayla to bed, that when she'd entered the bedroom the Doctor still wasn't there but in the shower. She'd gotten ready for bed when she'd heard the water turn off, just turned down the duvet when the door to the bathroom had opened and the Doctor stepped out. He was wearing his typical bottoms, his hair wet, with a white towel draped over his shoulders, his chest bare. He smiled when he saw her but she frowned when she spotted him.

"Theta what happened?" she asked, moving over to him, his skin was...slighlty red, more like splotchy red, and it felt warm under her touch.

"Nothing," he shrugged, taking her hands to hold them, absently playing with them, examining them as he had her last self once.

"Are you trying to break Rule 3 my love?" she asked jokingly.

"No!" his eyes widened as he looked at her, "No, not at all," she gave him a look, "Nothing happened, honestly," he crossed his hearts, "I just...took a shower."

"With volcanic water?" she guessed, eyeing the red of his skin.

"It was...warm, yes," he nodded.

"Theta, it was scalding," she countered, it...wasn't like him, to like a shower that hot, "What's wrong?" she asked him gently.

He sighed, smiling at her softly as he reached out to trace her cheek with a finger, "Can't hide anything from you can I, psychic?"

"No you can't, thief," she countered with a laugh, "Now please, my love, tell me what's wrong?"

He nodded, "I just...Nefertiti...and it was...and she kept..." he grimaced, not really knowing how to phrase it without it sounding embarrassing, so he just gestured at himself.

"Oh," Angel nodded, understanding him perfectly.

"Yes," he looked away.

She stepped closer, draping her arms around his neck, resting her forehead to his temple, seeing his eyes fall closed and him start to smile, "Well then," she whispered in his ear, "Since she made you feel so uncomfortable touching you," she let her one hand trail gently back over his shoulder and tapped his chest, just over his heart, in time with it, smiling herself as she felt the heartbeats pick up, "I think I know just what you need."

"You do?" he murmured, feeling her lift her other hand to play with the hair at the nape of his neck, making his breath hitch.

"Mhmm," she nodded against his head, "To replace the bad with the good."

His eyes blinked open, half-lidded, as he looked at her, "You know, I think that's just a...fantastic...plan," he smiled at the word. He glanced at the bedroom door, "Ayla's to bed?"

She nodded, "And she will be for quite a while I think."

"Brilliant!" he laughed, suddenly winding his arms around her waist and jumping towards the bed, landing on his back, pulling her down with him, on top of him as she laughed heartily at his sudden action, making him beam at the sound...only to cut if off quite soon after with his lips.

He reached up, his hand moving to the back fo her neck as he kissed her deeply, before rolling them both over. Yes, this was a touch he most certainly preferred.

A/N: Fluff! ^-^ I felt so bad for how the Doctor felt when Nefertiti was touching him, I think what he really needed was Angel to make up for that ;) I'll leave it up to your imaginations what happens next lol.

I was torn between having Solomon take Angel or not, but I really wanted to have her and Ayla pilot the Silurian ship and, I think, knowing how the Doctor gets when she or Ayla are taken, she'd be extra careful not to let on that she has this extraordinary power to the man :) And...I think if Angel was physically there with the Doctor she'd convince him to save Solomon despite what he did...and I REALLY don't like him. He's one of the few that I'm actually sort of glad Angel didn't save, as terrible as that is.

And now that we've finished with DOAS...I think we know what's coming next...I wonder what the Doctor will dream this time? Hmmm... }:)

Also, just wanted to put this here since I also had it on tumblr, but if there are roleplayers out there who want/wanted to roleplay as my OCs or versions of show-characters on like Twitter or other sites or things, first off...wow! I'm glad you like the character so much :) And second, please ask first, I'll likely always say yes, but especially for the OCs since they are, well, original, to roleplay as them on other sites without permission (given all the plagiarism and people stealing my stories) makes me feel like the characters themselves are being stolen :( Not sure how roleplaying works or if that's how it's normally done, but I'd appreciate asking first ;) Lol, apparenlty Angel escaped the HOTS and joined Twitter without me knowing :)

Some notes on reviews...

That's ok if you want to stop reading, I'll never fault anyone who stops. I understand the Mating is worrying you, it's meant to be taken in a more 'animalistic' sense of the term and really show how 'not Time Lord-like' it is, like Time Lords are so controlled but when their Mate is in danger, primal instincts to protect them come out. It's a very deep bond so the need to protect them comes out stronger. As for the nightmare, it's fine if you think it's a 'cheap trick' it's not meant to be a cop out or anything though and it WILL have a very BIG consequence in this story, it's really just the first one in a LONG chain of the Doctor's guilt eating away at him and, being psychological manifestations of his guilt at what he's done to Angel, will slowly start to affect his waking life as well. I can't really comment on the 'soap opera' quality of it, I literally have never seen a soap opera in my life so I really can't say if it is or isn't coming out like one lol. I'm not sure if you'll see this as you said you'd stop reading with Angela Jones, but I wanted to also say thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed the story up to that point :)

Lol, that's fine if you think it's stupid, to each his own, we all have our own opinions :)

They don't really fight because Angel is mostly non-confrontational and knows how to say things to get him to think/agree and the Doctor loves her too much to really go against her wishes. Lol, wish I had a relationship like that ;) This is mostly them at the start of their 'family life' so it's like the honeymoon stage :) Angel has actually taken the mic a bit in the past, taking the Doctor's place and actually proving to be more impressive than him at times, we'll see a little more of it in ATCM just for an example. Angel doesn't really challenge him in intellectual ways as she's not as clever as him, but as she slowly gets more confident she'll be challenging the Doctor more and more in other ways. But she has actually deflated his ego and checked it on a number of occasions, namely in what he did to the Silence, she'll do it again in ATCM, in getting him not to murder the Master, bringing him back from the Racnoss, not murdering the Family of Blood, stopping Time Lord Victorious where she nearly died, how she stopped him at Demons Run, just to name a few ;) Many more to come though :) She may not be always able to stop him before he does things, but she gets through to him in the end and makes him regret it and not ever do it again, and learn from it :)

Lol, thanks! I went back and fixed it :)

I do love DW very much yup :) I'm glad you're enjoying Rory and Ayla :) I love them so much! Uncle Rory is the best ;)

I'm not sure if I'd do a spinoff of Angel the Human and Ayla growing up like that, mostly because I think it would break my heart to do, to see Angel how she felt in that chapter for an entire series and the family dealing with it :( But you never know, one day it might happen :)

That's a very interesting theory :) I could see the Doctor being that awesome that he'd be the reincarnation of the Other :)

I don't think it's weird at all, I think I started to picture Greg instead of John there for a minute or two too ;) And yup, a mini-vision for Ayla, in a sense, she's definitely going to be progressing faster than Angel did, being a child and NOT burying her feelings but exploring them will give her an edge ;) Oh dear god, if it was Ayla who had been taken...I think it would be Angel they'd have to watch out for }:)

Lol, thanks :) I'm of the opinion that if someone doesn't like a story, why read it? too :) I know I'd rather spend what little time I have doing/reading/watching things I like than suffering through something I don't :)

Ayla might just be a little psychic. She's not quite at Angel's level, but she's more how I imagine Angel would have been if she hadn't tried to hide her abilities as a child :)

Oh I definitely had Rory's nursing skills reserved for this chapter ;) I wanted to show him taking care of Angel in a way where Brian sees that this woman who's so strong and takes care of everyone and protects them, being awesome, gets taken care of and appreciates Rory even more ^-^

You never know, they might try one day ;) I've actually got something about that planned to be discussed, but not for a very long while though ;) Possibly...not till Series 8, but it'll depend how the 50th and Christmas special go ;)

Lol, I could sort of see the story with Franz having involved Rory and Amy, or possibly them having heard it already. I could see the Doctor picking up the Ponds for an adventure just to rant about it :) Ayla will be very protective of her parents, I can say that she'll bite one more person at the very least ;) We might just see someone flirt with Angel in this series, can't say if it'll be in front of Jack though ;) I'm not sure if it would happen in a bar, being a mother and a Mate, I don't think Angel would frequent many of them without the Doctor and I can't see them going there without Ayla which might not be a good place for her to be lol. But we'll definitely see someone flirting with her and the Doctor's reaction. If we don't get a flirt in front of Jack/Gray in this series, it'll definitely happen in Series 8 ;)

An Ancient Observer was already updated on the 15th as promised :) I am planning to update it again at the end of the month though as a Halloween treat :)

Thanks! I'm glad you liked the scene with Ayla and Riddell :) I can say that I do have a discussion of future children planned, but it may possibly not happen till Series 8, we'll have to see ;) Sometimes, as I edit, things fit better coming earlier or later than planned and I move things around, and that still leaves the 50th and the Christmas special open ;) Oh I can say Ayla will definitely have what her parents have ;) I've got plans for ALL my OC series currently written that will allow the Time Children to find their Mates/Bondeds/Links ;)

We'll have to wait and see for the baby, there'll definitely be a discussion of it either at the end of Series 7 or in Series 8 ;)

Lol, yup, Ayla's getting feelings, like at the end of TRORS ;) She's like an Angel if she hadn't forced her feelings down as a child :)