Opportunities—
"We're leaving."
"What?"
"Now. We're going. Take me to some angels."
"You can't be serious!"
"Now."
The Doctor jerked back, shocked. It was two in the morning in Earth time, they'd both only just woken up, the poor girl was obviously low on energy—
"What are you waiting for!" she yelled at him, snapping him out of his thoughts, "Let's go!"
"O—of cour—well, I—uh… sure." The Doctor stuttered, not entirely sure what he was trying to say. Nevertheless, he headed towards the control panel, ducking under the angel's huge, feathered wing as he went. What had gotten into her? Sure, she had been determined to find her family before, but now, now she was on fire! Almost literally, too—the Doctor could feel her eyes burning into his neck as he scrolled through the TARDIS's databanks and chose a random set of coordinates to travel to.
Still, he thought to himself as he yanked down a well-worn lever, she is quite fascinating. I'd love to learn a bit more while we travel.
The TARDIS trembled and shook, that familiar wheezing sound serenading the Time Lord as he clutched the nearby rail. Swift stumbled back, surprised, but promptly launched herself into the air. As she pulsed upward, the long primary feathers that fringed her wings retracted, and she hovered easily with them now out of the way.
Scratch that, the Doctor gaped, amazed, I'd like to learn a lot more.
The TARDIS's shudders faded to a stop, and Swift practically rocketed towards the doors.
"Wait!" The Doctor cried out as she yanked on the handles, "We don't know what's out…" the doors were flung open wide and the angel was gone.
"…There."
The Doctor sighed, gingerly rubbing his temples before heading out after the girl, muttering darkly to himself all the way.
The landscape was gray and ashy, full of craters and sinkholes. Swift picked her way around the death traps that were scattered around the small meteor they had arrived on.
"You sure there are any other angels here?" she called back towards the TARDIS, eyes blazing with a curious, green-tinged heat.
"Nope!" the Doctor's voice yelled back cheerfully. Swift stiffened and slowly turned around.
"What did you say?" her voice had a menacing tone to it, and her eyes had gone from a soft green to a dangerous scarlet.
"Well, you see," the Doctor began, and the angel groaned inwardly, deeply regretting getting the man started on this rant. "I don't exactly know for sure which planets in the databank have Weeping Angels on them… I just kind of decided to go with it, you know?"
For a moment, Swift only stood there, uncomprehending, until she finally spoke: "couldn't you just… check it…?"
"Oh! Right!" the Doctor grinned cheekily before darting back into the TARDIS. Swift had time to let out a little groan before he was back, a sheepish expression on his face.
"Er—sorry about this. It seems this is one of the planets I… blew up."
"Blew up?" the huntress exploded, "Blew up?! How do you just blow up a planet?!"
"Excuse me if I'm not Good Luck Greg, Miss angel!" the Doctor huffed, taken aback, before sulking back to his ship. "C'mon, let's go to the next planet."
Swift rolled her eyes before following him. Sure, he was a bit of an oddball, and he did have a strange tendency to act like a youngling, but he was her ticket back to her people. After all, there was always a price that came with an opportunity.