The Shakespeare Code: A Midsummer Night's Scream
"I got you a room, Sir Doctor," Dolly Bailey informed them as they gathered in William's room later that night, talking about how odd the death they'd just witnessed had been, "You, Dame Angela, and Miss Jones are just across the landing," the Doctor nodded as Dolly Bailey left.
"Poor Lynley," William sighed, "So many strange events. Not least of all, this land of Freedonia where a woman can be a doctor?" he glanced up at Martha with a small smile, and just a bit of awe in his eyes.
"Where a woman can do what she likes," Martha smirked, proud of the fact. She'd worked so hard to get to where she was in her life, she really just liked helping people, it was why she wanted to be a doctor in the first place. She could see now why the Doctor insisted on people calling him that, could see why Angel was called it as well. The man who makes people better and the woman who protects them from danger, the two of them in an nutshell that was.
"And you, Sir Doctor," William looked at him as he and Angel leaned against a bookshelf, well, the Doctor was leaning against the bookshelf, his arms were wrapped securely around Angel as she stood within their circle, her back to his chest, leaning on him, both of them looking rather comfortable with the position as well. He couldn't help but smile at the two of them, they just exuded...completeness...when they were together, like they were two pieces of a puzzle that just fit so well with each other, "How can a man so young have eyes so old?"
"I do a lot of reading," the Doctor shrugged, absently answering the man, almost like he wasn't really paying attention, which, in reality, he truly wasn't as he was currently looking over Angel's shoulder at her hands.
Her arms were crossed over his, but he was playing with her one hand, with her fingers, just playing with them, he loved her hands almost as much as her eyes and her smile and her hair and...well, everything else about her really. But her hands...her touch...it always calmed him, soothed him, made him feel comforted and protected and loved...with just a simple touch she could completely change his temperment from raving and near murderous to calmed...she'd managed to do it even before their feelings had truly started to develop. She'd done it when they'd faced the Dalek in Van Statten's, he'd been fuming at it, shocked by it, stunned and little upset as well...and she'd touched his arm...and he'd been filled with strength.
"A trite reply," William laughed, "Yeah, that's what I'd do," he paused, glancing at Angel, "And you, milady, there is a knowing in your eyes, you look at people as though seeing into them."
Angel smiled, "The eyes ARE the windows to the soul, that's how the saying goes yes?" she looked up at the Doctor, expressions were still one of the little things she needed some help with about humans, she could understand them, say them much better, no more talk of goats or ponies, but still, she'd never heard of half of them so she always checked. He nodded, dropping a kiss to her hair for it, and she turned back to William, "One need only know how to look."
She paused at the thought, maybe THAT was why she had always had an easier time with the TARDISes than anyone she knew, even her family for all their experience with them. She just...listened to them. To their hums and buzzes and buzzers and alarms. She'd always had the sense that they were trying to tell her something, communicate in some way, and always did her best to just...go with what she felt when she heard a certain hum or anything. Maybe...she just knew how to listen to them, to hear what they were saying without them actually needing to talk.
She sighed though, she'd probably never know. Not unless the TARDIS randomly managed to learn to talk somehow.
William smirked at her, nodding to that as well, before turning back to Martha, "And you, you look at them like you're surprised they exist. They're as much of a puzzle to you as to me."
"I think we should say good night," Martha said quietly before turning to leave, the man really was too clever for his own good, he was right.
William agreed, "I must work. I have a play to complete. But I'll get my answers tomorrow, Doctor, milady, and I'll discover more about you and why these constant performances of yours."
"All the world's a stage," the Doctor mused as he and Angel headed out.
"Hmm, I might use that," William smiled, "Good night, Doctor, milady."
"Good night William," Angel bid him, "It was nice to meet you."
"Nighty-night, Shakespeare," the Doctor added, leaving with her, hand-in-hand.
~8~
Martha was looking around the room they were to stay in when the Doctor and Angel stepped in, "It's not exactly five-star, is it?" she asked jokingly, still just awed that she was actually in 1599 and that she'd just met THE William Shakespeare!
"Oh, it'll do," the Doctor looked around, "I've seen worse."
"I haven't even got a toothbrush."
"Ooh," he patted his pockets and pulled out a brush, "Contains Venusian spearmint."
"So, who's going where? I mean, there's only one bed."
"Easy," Angel smiled, "Girls get the bed, men get the floor," the Doctor mumbled something and she turned to him, "What was that?"
"Sounds like a plan," he smiled at her, though they all knew that probably wasn't what he'd said at all, in fact Martha could have sworn she'd heard him mutter something about 'first the hair, now the bed,' or something, whatever that meant, "But for now," he flopped on the bed, somehow managing to pull Angel down with him.
"So, magic and stuff," Martha asked, smiling as she watched them. She had no idea who or what they really were to each other, what exactly Mates were in their terms, to their species, but it was clear even to her that they were together and, if it was anything like she was thinking when it came to animals, they would be for forever, "That's a surprise. It's a little bit 'Harry Potter.'"
"Book Seven was amazing," Angel told her, cuddling up to the Doctor, resting her head on his chest, just listening to his dual hearts beating away, absently tapping the pattern out on his chest with a finger, smiling as she heard it pick up just a bit at her action.
"Oh, I cried," the Doctor nodded, wrapping an arm more securely around Angel's waist, holding her to him as she laid on the edge of the bed, only his arm seeming to keep her from falling off it completely.
"But is it real, though?" Martha continued, "I mean, witches, black magic, and all that, it's real?"
"'Course it isn't!" the Doctor laughed.
"Well, how am I supposed to know? I've only just started believing in time travel. Give me a break."
"It just looks like witchcraft," Angel nodded, having realized that, "But it isn't exactly witchcraft," she hummed in thought, "Maybe it's where the idea of witchcraft came from?" she looked up at the Doctor before shaking her head, "No, it's been around longer than that, hasn't it?" she sighed, content, and put her head back down, "Not real witchcraft then."
"Can't be," the Doctor agreed lightly, before glancing up at Martha, "Are you gonna stand there all night?"
Martha eyed him a moment before stepping over to the bed and sitting on what she assumed was meant to be her side.
"There's such a thing as psychic energy but a human couldn't channel it like that," the Doctor murmured, thinking about it, "Not without a generator the size of Taunton and I think we'd have spotted that," he shuffled a bit, sitting up more, "No. There's something we're missing, Martha," he glanced at her, Martha scooting back to lie against the headboard, sitting there, looking at them, "Something really close, staring us right in the face, and I can't see it," he sighed, "Rose would know. A friend of ours, Rose. Right now, she'd say exactly the right thing. Still, can't be helped. You're a novice, never mind."
Angel glanced over to see Martha looking down, hurt, and frowned, "There's no saying Rose would have seen it either," Angel said as the Doctor looked at her, alarmed at her seeming lack of faith in Rose, "She was only human Doctor," she reminded him lightly, tapping his nose and making him smile, "And she DID miss Toby being possessed by the Devil," he laughed a bit at that, having to admit it was true. Angel nodded and looked at Martha, "Give it time and I'm sure Martha will spot something brilliant."
Martha smiled at her, surprised at the woman's faith in her. She actually assumed, for a moment or two, that Angel would agree with the Doctor. But the woman seemed to have taken a liking to her for some reason and...she really couldn't imagine Angel doing anything that would hurt someone else.
"Either way," the Doctor conceded, "I'll take you back home tomorrow."
"Great," Martha mumbled, now miffed.
Angel rolled her eyes at how oblivious he was, "Alright, now off you get," she nudged him, getting up and ushering him off the bed, "Us women need our beauty sleep don't we?" she looked at Martha, "That's it right, 'beauty sleep?'"
Martha laughed, nodding, "Yeah."
The Doctor just reached out and took Angel's hand as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed, "You don't need it," he winked at her, kissing the back of her hand before moving to lie down on the floor.
Angel smiled to herself at that, before reaching over and tossing him a sheet from the bed to use, though, despite his words, she couldn't help but feel it was just a little fitting he take the floor given how he was being to Martha on her first real trip.
~8~
Lilith watched William's window from the street, levitating up to it as she saw him working at his desk. She silently opened the window from the outside and blew some fumes from the potion towards him. He inhaled and suddenly fell over onto the desk, completely out, "Bind the mind and take the man," she chanted, hopping into the room and holding up a marionette, "Speed the words to writer's hand."
William jerked up as Lilith moved the puppet's arm, writing the words she wanted as William stared blankly ahead of him.
~8~
In the room, Martha was fast asleep as the Doctor laid on the ground by the bed, awake, his gaze on Angel as she slept fitfully. He watched her in concern as her face scrunched up, her head twitching just a bit as though having a nightmare.
~8~
"Will?" Dolly Bailey called, stepping into William's room with a broom, "Finished cleaning just in time for your special treat," she stopped short, looking up to see Lilith standing there, her back to her, "Oh, aye. I'm not the first then."
Lilith turned around, her face wizened once more, "I'll take that to aid my flight and you shall speak no more this night!" she reached out and grabbed the broom from Dolly Bailey, advancing on the woman with a smirk.
~8~
Angel shot up in bed with a gasp, a moment before Dolly Bailey screamed.
The Doctor jumped to his feet, running for the door as Angel scrambled after him, Martha following.
~8~
They ran into William's room to see the author jerk awake, having seemed have fallen asleep on his desk, Dolly Bailey's body on the floor, "Wha…" he shook his head, "What was that?"
Martha ran to the window, looking out in time to see a silhouette of a witch on a broom flying out into the sky.
"Her heart gave out," the Doctor remarked as he and Angel knelt beside the woman, checking on her.
Angel lightly touched Dolly Bailey's shoulder, frowning as she blinked, "I think...she died of fright."
"Doctor?" Martha called, "Angel?"
"Are you alright?" Angel asked, joining her at the window with the Doctor, "Did you see something Martha?"
"Yeah," Martha nodded, "A witch."
~8~
The Doctor sat beside Angel at William's desk as dawn started to shine outside, his arm around her shoulders rubbing it lightly, as Martha sat beside them. He was watching Angel's face intently, knowing, even with an emotional connection, that she was feeling guilty. The girl really was terrible at hiding things, especially her emotions, he could read her expressions as easily as he could flip through a book. It hadn't happened much in the past, her not being about to save someone, not since her feelings seemed to be strengthening, but now...to lose two people in the same night. It was hitting her hard. He'd mentally reminded her she'd been in the inn when Lynley had died, that she'd been asleep when Dolly Bailey had been attacked, she couldn't have helped, but it didn't make her feel any better. She hated when people where hurt, when she felt like she could have done something more to help them. He'd felt it often enough and knew, just from how he felt when she was around, she just needed him with her for the moment. He was the Doctor, it was his job to make her feel better, especially as he was her Mate as well.
"Oh, sweet Dolly Bailey," William remarked, "She sat out three bouts of the plague in this place. We all ran like rats. But what could have scared her so? She had such enormous spirit."
"'Rage, rage against the dying of the light,'" the Doctor quoted.
"I might use that."
"You can't. It's someone else's."
"But the thing is," Martha began, thoughtful, "Lynley drowned on dry land, Dolly died of fright and they were both connected to you."
"You're accusing me?" William's eyes widened, alarmed.
"No. But I saw a witch, big as you like, flying, cackling away, and you've written about witches."
"I have? When was that?"
"Not just yet," Angel whispered to her.
"Peter Streete spoke of witches though," William added.
"Who's Peter Streete?" Martha looked back at him.
"Our builder. He sketched the plans to the Globe."
"The architect," the Doctor nodded, "Hold on. The architect! The architect!" he slapped his hand on the desk, "The Globe! Come on!" he pulled Angel up and rushed off, Martha and William right behind.
~8~
The Doctor stood in the middle of the Globe, looking around, while Martha and William stood on the stage. Angel stood a few feet away from the Doctor just looking around slowly, her gaze still pulled back to that same box she'd noticed before, but no one was there right now...so why?
"The columns there, right?" the Doctor pointed at them, turning in a circle, "14 sides. I've always wondered but I never asked...tell me, Will, why 14 sides?"
"It was the shape Peter Streete thought best, that's all," William shrugged, "Said it carried the sound well."
"Why does that ring a bell? 14…"
"There are 14 lines in a sonnet," Martha offered.
"So there is. Good point. Words and shapes following the same design," he started pacing, "14 lines, 14 sides, 14 facets…oh, my head. Tetradecagon...think, think, think! Words, letters, numbers, lines!"
"This is just a theater," William argued.
"Oh, but a theater's magic, isn't it?" the Doctor turned to him, "You should know. Stand on this stage, say the right words with the right emphasis at the right time...oh, you can make men weep, or cry with joy, change them. You can change people's minds just with words in this place. And if you exaggerate that..."
"It's like your police box," Martha said, "Small wooden box with all that POWER inside."
"Oh," the Doctor grinned, "Oh, Martha Jones, I like you. Tell you what, though, Peter Streete would know. Can we talk to him?"
"You won't get an answer," William frowned, "A month after finishing this place..."
"He went mad, didn't he?" Angel asked, slowly turning around, finally pulling her gaze away from the box, a thoughtful expression on her face.
William nodded, "Aye, he did."
"Why?" Martha frowned, "What happened?"
"Started raving about witches, hearing voices, babbling. His mind was addled."
"Are you sure?" Angel asked, sensing something more at work there, "Where is he now William?"
"Bedlam," William swallowed hard, nearly shivering at just the thought of the place.
"What's Bedlam?" Martha shook her head.
"Bedlam Hospital. The madhouse."
"We're gonna go there," the Doctor said, "Right now. Come on," he turned and headed out, Angel and Martha as well.
"Wait!" William dashed after them, "I'm coming with you. I want to witness this at first hand!" he paused when two young actors entered the stage, "Ralph, the last scene as promised," he handed one of the boys a handful of papers, "Copy it, hand it round. Learn it. Speak it. Back before curtain up. Remember, kid, project. Eyes and teeth. You never know, the Queen might turn up," he turned, walking out, muttering, "As if. She never does."
~8~
Martha and William followed after the Doctor and Angel through the streets, "So, tell me of Freedonia, where women can be doctors, writers, actors," William smiled at Martha.
"This country's ruled by a woman," Martha countered.
"Ah, she's royal. That's God's business. Though you are a royal beauty."
Martha stopped, "Whoa, Nelly! I know for a fact you've got a wife in the country."
"But Martha," he reached out to pull her closer to him, "This is the Town!"
"Come on!" the Doctor shouted, "We can all have a good flirt later."
"Is that a promise, Doctor?" William teased.
"Oh, 57 academics just punched the air."
"We really should get on with it," Angel frowned, feeling...something. Like...time was short, like they needed to get there before they were noticed.
William smiled at her, "Well then, who am I to deny such an angelic lady," he bowed at her.
"Oi!" the Doctor glared, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, you don't say things like that to Angel. You say them to Martha and Martha only, got it? Angel's MY Mate."
Angel and Martha exchanged a small smile at the Doctor's reaction before Angel stepped up and took his hand, seeing William sniggering, having just wanted to get a rise out of him, having noticed the Doctor's attachment to her, "Come on," Angel laughed, pulling him on.
~8~
Two actors stood in the Globe, reading the script William had handed out, "'Loves Labor's Won.' I don't think much of sequels. They're never as good as the original."
"Have you seen this last bit?" the second man scoffed, "He must have been dozing off when he wrote that. I don't even know what it means."
"Well, that goes for most of his stuff. Ah, but at least it's my speech. Ah, I get center stage," he strode over and stood there, excited, reading from the script, "The light of Shadmock's hollow moon doth shine on to a point in space betwixt Dravidian shores…"
"What was that?" the second man looked around as a gust of wind blew past them.
"Dravidian shores linear 5-9-3-0-1-6…" the first man continued but the wind got stronger.
~8~
"A spirit stirs the ether!" Doomfinger cried, turning to look in the cauldron, seeing the two men onstage, "But too soon. Too soon."
"Not to fear, my mothers," Lilith calmed them, "It is merely a rehearsal of what's to come."
~8~
"...and strikes the fulsome grove of Rexel 4," the man continued...
When a dark wraithlike figure appeared before them.
"By all the saints, it's a spirit!" the second man cried as the creatures shrieked, "It's a vile shade!" it lunged at them before dissipating, "I think we should never speak of this again else we'll end up in Bedlam ourselves."
~8~
Loud screams and groans echoed as the Doctor, Angel, Martha, and William walked through the halls of Bedlam, led by a jailer, "Does my lord Doctor, wish some entertainment while he waits?" the jailer smirked, "I'd whip these madmen. They'll put on a good show for ya. Bandog and Bedlam!"
"No, I don't!" the Doctor shouted, glaring at the man, pulling Angel closer to him, feeling her shaking a bit at the sound of all the screams, all the suffering. She had always been more sensitive to the plight of others, just knowing when something was wrong, and these men, these poor men, were just...in agony. And Angel, bless her, he knew, wanted to help them, try to offer them some sort of comfort, but knew she couldn't, that they really didn't have the time, that they needed to find Peter first.
"Wait here, my lords, while I make him decent for the ladies," the jailer walked off to ready Peter.
"So this is what you call a hospital, yeah?" Martha looked around, disgusted, "Where the patients are whipped to entertain the gentry? And you put your friend in here?"
"Oh, and it's all so different in Freedonia," William rolled his eyes.
"But you're clever! Do you honestly think this place is any good?"
"I've been mad," William replied darkly, "I've lost my mind. Fear of this place set me right again. It serves its purpose."
"Mad in what way?"
"He lost his son," Angel said softly, laying a comforting hand on the man's shoulder. While she didn't have any children, just the TARDISes to care for, her sister had. She'd had a little boy, her nephew, as close as a son as she could count, he'd died in the War as well.
"My only boy," he sighed, putting a hand over hers, thanking her for her consideration, for her kindness, especially in a place like that, "The Black Death took him. I wasn't even there."
"I didn't know," Martha said quietly, "I'm sorry."
"It made me question everything. The futility of this fleeting existence. To be or not to be...oh, that's quite good."
"You should write that down," the Doctor smiled as he watched Angel, so compassionate she was.
"Hmm, maybe not. A bit pretentious?"
"This way, m'lord!" the jailer called from the end of the corridor. They turned and walked towards him, looking into the cell to see a dirty man lying on a cot, his back to them, "They can be dangerous, m'lord. Don't know their own strength."
"I think it helps if you don't whip them!" the Doctor replied, glaring at the man as he unlocked the door, "Now get out!" the jailer turned and left as the Doctor approached Peter slowly, Angel, Martha, and William entering after him, "Peter?" he called softly, "Peter Streete?"
"He's the same as he was," William said quietly, "You'll get nothing out of him."
The Doctor rested a hand on Peter's shoulder, "Peter?"
Peter's head jerked up like he wanted to speak, but couldn't, his eyes wild, yet glazed. Something more than madness clearly wrong with him.
"Doctor," Angel called, stepping over to him, "I might be able to help…" he looked at her, "There were times when I had to rebuild aspects of the TARDIS matrixes, and the only way I could to it was telepathically...I...I might be able to do the same to him," she nodded at Peter, "Try to strengthen his mind, build it up, reverse whatever was done to him."
"Do you think you could handle that?" he asked her, concerned.
The TARDISes were a part of Gallifrey, connected to the planet and the Time Lords. He knew what she was talking about, the part of a TARDIS matrix, the mind and soul of the TARDIS, that allowed it to connect to its pilot, forge a psychic link with them. But...to attempt such a thing on a human, it would take a monumental amount of control and concentration. Not that he doubted she could do it, Angel had a way of surprising him, but...he just didn't want her to get hurt in the process or...or for what happened to Peter to transfer to her instead.
She nodded, "I think so."
He nodded, stepping back, trusting her.
~8~
Lilith paused amidst her concocting, sensing something off, "What is this? I must see," she turned to the cauldron to see the Doctor step back from Peter and Angel kneel before him, "Those strangers, they were at the inn with Shakespeare. I thought then they smelt of something new."
"Now they visit the madhouse," Bloodtide looked over, "The architect!"
~8~
Angel knelt before Peter, gently reaching out, brushing her fingers though Peter's hair soothingly, not even minding the grease and grime, before placing her hands on his cheeks, her fingertips resting lightly on his temples, "Peter, I'm the Angel," she said softly, offering him a warm smile before closing her eyes, "Just listen to my voice ok? Everything will be alright now. Just...let yourself go into the past, to one year ago. Let your mind wander, back to when everything was fine and shining and warm. Everything that happened this past year...it's not as strong as you are Peter. You can overcome it, I know you can. Fight it, push it back, make it just a story, a story you can write the ending to. Let go. Listen. That's it, just let go…and come back," she smiled as Peter closed his eyes.
Martha frowned, squinting. She could almost swear there was a dim golden glow around Angel's fingers, seeping into Peter's head as she spoke. She looked up at the Doctor but the man was far too focused on watching Angel's face for any sign of a problem to notice.
"That's right," Angel nodded, smiling wider, sensing Peter returning, "Let it go…pen that final line. And the story is over. That chapter of your life is behind you. They can't hurt you anymore," she nodded, whispering, "I won't let them…" as a promise.
A moment later, Angel's eyes fluttered open as did Peter's. The man blinked a few times before looking around the room, his gaze landing on William, "Will?"
"Pete?" William breathed. Peter grinned and William bounded over and hugged the man as Angel moved back to allow them space and her a rest, somehow the woman had been able to heal his friend and return his sense!
"Peter," Angel called softly, drawing his attention again, "We really do need you to tell us what happened. What did the witches do to you? Why did they do it?"
Peter swallowed hard but William put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it, he nodded.
~8~
"Who is this Angel?" Lilith glared, nearly spitting, "Why does she come now at our time of glory? Doomfinger, transport yourself. Doom the Angel. Doom her hide!"
~8~
Peter took a breath, "I…I started hearing these voices, the witches, speaking to me at night. They kept urging me to build the Globe to their design. THEIR design! The 14 walls, always 14. When the work was done…" he shook his head, tears in his eyes, "They took my mind from me. And they will again, they always will, they'll just keep coming back, keep trying."
"And they won't succeed," Angel promised, reaching out to put a hand on his arm, "I promise, we won't let them get you Peter."
"Where did you see the witches?" the Doctor asked, seeing the man calming at Angel's promise, "Where in the city?"
Peter hesitated.
"Peter," Angel called gently, still crouched before him, squeezing his arm, "You can tell us. We need you to. We can't stop them if we don't know where they are."
"All Hallows Street," he whispered.
"Too many words!" a voice cackled.
They looked over to see an old woman with a withered, angled face, a witch, appear in the back of the room. The Doctor spun around to face her as Angel stood, blocking Peter as he trembled on the cot behind her.
"What the hell?" Martha gasped.
"Just one touch of the heart," Doomfinger lifted a finger, pointing it at Angel, who refused to move, refused to let her have access to Peter. She needed to get past the girl to get to the man.
"No!" the Doctor shouted but it was too late.
Doomfinger touched Angel who fell to the floor, the witch stepping past her, not noticing the girl still alive, clutching at her left heart as she scrambled to press herself against the wall, struggling to survive with just her right beating on.
"Witch!" William cried, grabbing Peter and pulling him, stumbling, back off the cot, "I'm seeing a witch!"
"Who would be next, hmm?" Doomfinger looked around, "Just one touch."
~8~
Lilith and Bloodtide cackled.
~8~
"Oh, oh, I'll stop your frantic hearts," Doomfinger turned to Peter, "Poor, fragile mortals."
"Get back!" the Doctor nearly snarled, the darkness inside him rearing to life at the sight of his Mate writhing on the ground in pain, knowing this witch was the cause of it.
"Doctor, can you stop her?" William called.
"No mortal has power over me," Doomfinger spat.
"Oh, but there's a power in words," he ground out, "And I can find the right one, if I can just know you..."
"None on Earth has knowledge of us."
"Then it's a good thing I'm here," he glared, "Humanoid female, uses shapes and words to channel energy, 14! That's it! 14! The 14 stars of the Rexel planetary configuration! Creature, I name you Carrionite!" he pointed at her.
Doomfinger screeched and vanished.
"What did you do?" Martha gasped as the Doctor ran to Angel's side.
"Come on," the Doctor pulled Angel to him, ignoring Martha for the moment, "Breathe…ready?" he asked her, she nodded. He quickly hit her on the chest and again on the back, right where her left heart was, the woman taking in a large gasp of air as her heart started beating again, "I named her," the Doctor replied, pulling Angel into his arms, holding her tightly as she clutched at him in return, that was far too close for comfort, "The power of a name. That's old magic."
"But there's no such thing as magic."
"Well, it's just a different sort of science. You lot, you chose mathematics. Given the right string of numbers, the right equation, you can split the atom. Carrionites use words instead."
"Use them for what?" William asked.
"The end of the world," Angel whispered, taking a few deep breaths, closing her eyes.
~8~
"He knows us!" Doomfinger wheezed as she appeared in the witch house, "He spoke our name!"
"Then he will know death," Lilith glared into the cauldron, unable to see Angel revived, the Doctor was clutching her so tightly it seemed as though he were mourning her, "He will perish at my hand. My mothers, the time approaches. You must away to the Globe. Go! I will join you. As soon as this Doctor screams his last."
A/N: Awww...Angel saved Peter! I always felt so bad for him, being struck mad, left in the madhouse, and then dying at the hands of a 'witch' it was just... :( Though Dolly Bailey wasn't able to be saved :( But yay! Peter's back to his old self now and William's got his friend back! And...Martha's just a little suspicious now too isn't she? :)
And thanks for the condolences, my laptop is in a better place now, finally able to rest :') lol
Some notes on reviews...
Eventually Angel will be flirted with, no worries about that. Won't say who or when, though I can say, NOT the Master :)
Angel will definitely have a reaction to the Toclafane, but...given her abilities...she may just have a hint of one BEFORE the Toclafane arrive as well :) I can't see the Master flirting with Angel though, he's definitely got something worse in mind for angering the Doctor and Jack, won't say what though :)
Angel will also have a reaction to Yana too, conflicted though it is. She's just so kind and he's a little old man for the most part but...she'll definitely be sensing something dark about him. And when she does, well, others will notice her noticing as well :)
Angel's psychic abilities, no one really knows how she became psychic, it's more a natural gift, like Timothy Latimer, she was just born like that, with that gift, and her time spent around TARDISes only helped it develop. She's been trying to force it down for most of her life though, but they're just going to get stronger as the saga goes on :)
Angel didn't play a large role in the Time War, no :) I sort of felt like, making the Professor such a big part of it by being the last uber-soldier and her device being what sealed away the planet, and then having Evy's family helping the Doctor lock the planet and with the Master as her brother, that it might be a bit much to have Angel having this large hand in it too. Nope, she was just a simple soldier fighting for her people :) I can say this though...tiny spoiler...the High Council IS aware of Angel's potential, but we won't see that till the End of Time :)
Torchwood will certainly know about Angel :) With the relationship Angel and Jack had, he's definitely keeping close tabs on her whenever she appears on Earth just to make sure she's ok :) She'll actually affect their team quite a bit but we won't see just how till Stolen Earth/Journey's End :)
Yup, 3 TARDISes for our three Time Lord couples :) Though, if they do split up, I wonder how Angel might react to a TARDIS that isn't 'hers?' Hmmm...
Jack at Demons Run, I will give this tiny hint, I wanted him to be there too and...I will be having Jack meet the Ponds BEFORE Demons Run so he might just have more of a reason to come help if he's met them and sees their relationship with Angel :) I'm not saying if he's at the base or not for certain though :)
And Jack's teasings...loving them so far :) I will say this, Jack will SO be making the Doctor all flustered if I have anything to say about it (which I do lol). And...we WILL see him stepping into the role of 'big brother' and giving the Doctor the 'you hurt her, I hurt you' talk ;)
Still not saying about the cupboard :) I will say that it's when the Doctor sneaks into the Adipose Industries facility and hides there till the night shift :) So...actually, more the 2nd chapter than the first now that I think about it :)
The Doctor's Wife will be...so touching. I can promise that. Angel will find out the answers to quite a few very important questions, though there will be one that not even the TARDIS can see the answer to, won't say what though :)