Chapter 10

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Lestrade in the Tardis – John Jones is a person that Donna has been seeing in her dreams. She confided in Wilf about the dreams she had been having hence the reason Wilf knows about him. Although he is currently someone Donna dreams about that doesn't mean he isn't real. I can say that he will definately be making an appearance soon. Spoilers, my dear reader :) Oh, and thanks for the reviews, they mean a lot! I hope my explanation made sense.

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"'Donna, listen carefully to what I'm about to tell you. First, get Poppy inside the TARDIS, wait for me and whatever you do don't come outside and don't blink.

'What are you on about?' she yelled. 'You're scaring me!'

He merely pointed at something just across the road from them, something that wasn't there when they arrived, and something seemingly harmless.

A stone angel."

The Doctor and Donna hadn't planned on spending their first outing with Poppy in a staring match against a weeping angel but hey, the lives they led were unpredictable. The Time Lord's face was fixed in serious concentration at the seemingly harmless statue; it seemed that he had no problem with not blinking. Donna on the other hand was attempting to let her eyes take turns in closing and it wasn't working out for her. Her entire body was stiff with focus, her red hair brushed firmly out of her face, her fists clenched tightly by her side, standing protectively in front of Poppy.

'Doctor, what is that thing?' Donna asked, keeping up with her half blinking, half winking stare.
'It's a weeping angel, the only monster in the universe to kill you nicely.'
'But it's only a statue!' she said incredulously, her bright green eyes slowly squinting shut.
'Only while you're looking at it, if you blink or turn your back even for a second your gone,' said the Doctor, still staring directly at the angel across the street.
'I don't understand,' Donna replied, nevertheless she was no longer squinting.
'The moment you look away they aren't stone anymore. They move, Donna and they're so fast. The second they touch you they send you back in time and feed off the energy you would have used to live your life. Make sense?'

The Doctor's nonchalant replies shocked Donna. She wondered if this was always how his Eleventh regeneration always acted around danger, or if it was this particular monster that made him act like this, either way he was frightening her. She resolutely hardened her gaze and with a new force looked upon the weeping angel, determined not to blink. Moments passed and she realised how hard it was.

'Oh and don't look it in the eye.' he added.
'Why?' Donna breathed.
'Just don't.' he said.

Poppy had been very quiet until now and hesitantly, not wanting to startle them, she began to speak. 'Donna? Doctor? What's happening?' There was an unmistakeable tremble in her voice and for the second time that day she melted Donna's heart. The Doctor too felt a pang of guilt but he pursed his lips and continued in his staring match. Donna couldn't understand this new man. Sometimes he was so kind and wonderful and sometimes he just disappeared into a shell of concentration. She supposed that's what happened to people with such an amount of responsibility on their shoulders. When the Doctor became aware of Poppy's question his answer was firm and steady. 'Poppy, I want you to stay behind Donna. I want you to stay there and don't move, I also need you to be very quiet.' Perhaps afterwards he realised how harsh he sounded and added a soft, 'Please, Poppy,' to the end of his sentence.

Donna's frown softened, maybe he wasn't so hardened after all. 'Doctor, I can't keep my eyes open anymore. I need to blink.' Donna said, trying not to panic, her eyes were watering and so close to closing and then...she blinked. Her eyes snapped back open to view the angel that, to her surprise, hadn't moved. 'It didn't do anything!' Donna exclaimed. 'Why?'
'Because I was looking at it too' said the Doctor patiently. 'Now, Donna listen up. I've got a plan but I need your help and Poppy too if she's willing. In small numbers they aren't so difficult to handle, let's just hope there's only one.'
Donna did hope, she hoped very, very hard that there was only one stone creature. Somehow it seemed too good to be true but she nodded her head anyway. 'What do we have to do?' she asked him.
The Doctor smiled, these were the moments that he loved most on adventures. The chase, the pursuit! The game was afoot.

'I'm going to go outside now and have a look around for more of them, if I shout come running but don't forget the angel in front of us. One of you must be looking at it at all times. When you need to blink take turns. Once I know how many of them there are we can get rid of them. I trust you, Donna, I know you can do it. Poppy, you have to be very brave today, braver than you've ever been before in your life. Understand?' He resolutely adressed his companions and without waiting for Poppy's reply set foot outside the TARDIS.

Poppy emerged from behind Donna's back and came to stand beside her. Standing tall they both looked at the weeping angel taking care not to look directly in it's eyes. 'If I need to blink I'll just say so, okay?' Poppy asked. Donna admired how the tremor in her voice was gone. She really was companion material despite her age. The child had massive amounts of courage built up in that tiny body and Donna realised that for the entire time that she had known her Poppy had always been brave. Always. 'Yeah,' Donna breathed quietly 'That should work.'
'How do we find the Doctor if he calls?' Poppy asked.
'Don't worry, he tends to stand out in a croud,' came the reply. 'Let's just hope that doesn't happen.'

The Doctor tightened his bow-tie and ventured out into the rain. The angel nearest to him hadn't moved which meant that Donna and Poppy were working well. He liked Poppy, really he did but he didn't want to open up to her. She reminded him of his other children. Of Jenny, who he would never see again because he opened up to her. He let Jenny into his life and before he knew it she was forced to leave. He didn't want that for Poppy, the innocent child who he and Donna had saved together. That was why he loved Donna. As a best-friend of course, they weren't a couple, he laughed to himself as he remembered how so many people had mistaken them for lovers. "Never ever" was her response. Any way, he loved her for her capacity to love. To accept love and the way she gave it so freely.

Something seen out of the corner of his eye made him stop in his tracks. Another one, just outside Harrods. People were passing by the shop, bustling to and fro on the path. He had time. As long as there were people looking at it he had time.

There it was. A third, in front of the hot chip vendor's stall. 'Okay, one for each of us,' he murmered to himself. Oh, how wrong he was. There was a fourth, making them outnumbered. This was it.

'DONNA!' he yelled. 'Donna there's more of them! DONNA!' he shouted as loudly as he could not caring about the public attention he was drawing, the more people noticing the angels the better, well... until they all blinked.

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