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A/N: Hello Doctor who fans everywhere, did you all have a wonderful Christmas? Did you all have wonderful pressies? I sure did. Anyway, I have seen Matt Smith's final episode, and it was AWESOME, for those of you who have not seen it, I will keep quiet.

I must apologize for the late upload, I did plan to upload this chapter on Christmas Day, which was near an hour ago now roughly, but FanFiction decided to go on a Christmas do (A.K.A the servers were down)

However, as a late Christmas present, here is the next chapter of University of the Angels.

In Response/Dedication: To Zaconator and Zackis for their review, anyone else who has reviewed that I have forgotten to mention or favorited and followed this story, thank you also.

See you at the bottom.

DOCTOR WHO

University of the Angels

Chapter 9

Inside the Tardis, the Doctor scanned the contents of the mobile and the blank piece of paper. However, the Doctor seemed to be having trouble in concentrating in examining the two contents.

"Let's see," the Doctor said pulling the screen toward him, a series of circles and Galiffreyan words ran across the screen. "I thought so!" he smiled. "Clever, very clever, but why leave Nathan here in this time?" he mused twiddling his fingers then running them through his brown hair.

He groaned frustratingly. "I am missing something here, but what is it?"

The Doctor looked back that the screen. He then stared blankly at the control panel as he thought back to when he went back in time to view Nathan's so called 'near death experience' how could Nathan place a thing like that to the back of his mind and forget it?

Maybe the near death experience of his had something to do with everything that was going on. Then were James, his calm control when he spoke about Nathan's Near Death accident briefly. James was hiding something, probably protecting Nathan, either way, he was hiding something and either way, he was going to find out what that was.

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Kelly was bored out of her mind, she was hoping to see Nathan again after the night's wonderful evening, but when she looked outside and saw the dreary rain pattering against her bedroom window, Kelly's hope of spending yet another day with Nathan seemed to swirl down the drain.

Other than being bored out of her mind, she decided to set her mind on the assignments that she had left for University.

Using the same method that her friend Siobhan gave her, she thought of Nathan and typed up her essay. Her mind flashed back to their wonderful date together, how wonderful it had been. She had enjoyed each moment of it, the stone skipping, Nathan telling her about his life and her the same. Though she was a bit saddened that they did not share a kiss, then again, Kelly was not one to rush into relationships.

Her mind quickly raced back to when Nathan taught her stone skipping. She remembered the soft feel of his hand, how their skins met for…what to her felt like endless times…

Her concentration broke suddenly as her mobile rang and vibrated by the side of her laptop. Quickly, Kelly glanced at her laptop screen where she saw whilst thinking about Nathan and the date, that she had written out five pages in a space of forty-five minutes before looking at her mobile phone to see who was calling.

Her blue eyes widened at the caller, it was not Siobhan and it was definitely not Nathan, if it were any of those two who were calling she would be fine, but this one person, she was not keen on talking to.

She left it ring. It rang for three more turns before she snapped it up and answered the caller.

"What?" she practically yelled into the receiver. "I told you not to call me here!"

A voice rambled on the other end. "Yeah so…like that was going to happen…" she said mockingly. "Dangerous, you're one to talk…"

Kelly listened to the person on the other end. "I hardly doubt he will remember…" more rambling on the phone. "I am not doing that…because I can't…of course I do, I always have…you can threaten me all you want, but it is not going to change how I feel about him…I am sorry but that is my final word…don't call me ever again and leave me and Nathan to do as we wish!"

Kelly hang up and threw her mobile on the bed, she ran her hands through her long black, cherry red streak hair, sighing in frustration.

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Nathan remained cooped up inside his bedroom with his window open, just listening to the rain that struck the garden outside. He breathed the cold, wet damp air from outside. He enjoyed listening to the rain with nothing more than his window open. He enjoyed the wind as it blew past his window. He enjoyed hearing the sloshing and splashing of the puddles down below and the drips and tiny plops as droplets of water struck the ground.

In the distance, and by far his favourite part of the days when rain would fall from the skies, would be the distance sloshing of vehicles of all sorts rushing past with a whoosh and zoom followed closely by trails of water splashes.

It was by far Nature at its finest, but the moment had diminished when he heard James shouting at the top of his voice from within his bedroom. As per usual, James's shouting always seemed rushed and intangible that Nathan could not make heads or tails what he was saying.

Nathan guessed that James was yelling due to Tesco's not giving him the days off so that he could look after him. Nathan had insisted that he was okay, but James, adamant still, was concerned for Nathan and wanted to keep an eye on him just in case he had another turn or accident. Nathan had by now resorted to leaving James do whatever he wanted.

With the rain, continuing to fall outside, Nathan grabbed his sketchpad and sat at the nearest window downstairs, and looked out at the grey, desolate, murky and miserable street that he lived in.

He would rather be spending the day with Kelly, getting to know her more. Sadly, the weather played up, he wanted to call her, but something in his mind told him not to call her just yet, and wait until he could no longer suppress his urges to pick up the phone, dial her number and hear her voice once again.

Nathan picked up, sharpened his 2B pencil, and began sketching the street outside.

Instantly, Nathan was drawn into his sketching, drawing the houses and the rain and his front garden which was soaked with puddles and was continuously drenched with the still pouring rain.

Time for Nathan did not have no meaning when he drew, it had no purpose, when Nathan drew, time did not exist, and it never will not while Nathan drew nor had a pen and paper in his hand.

An hour or maybe two passed him, and nearing the end of his sketch, Nathan's concentration on his drawing seemed to phase discordant. It was almost as if, another force had appeared from somewhere and sat itself in the middle of Nathan's concentration, almost as if it went to so much trouble to get Nathan's attention.

Peering over his shoulder, Nathan saw the Doctor, peeping over his shoulder watching him draw. The look on the Doctor's face was on of amusement and he seemed completely engrossed in Nathan's drawing.

"Oh," the Doctor said realizing after a long pause that Nathan had stopped drawing, "don't stop on my accord." The Doctor told him.

"How can I carry on when you or someone is looking over my shoulder?" Nathan asked him.

The Doctor mouthed 'Sorry' and went to sit opposite him on another chair. "You are really good at drawing." The Doctor said.

"Thank you." Nathan smiled.

"Not as good as Vincent Van Gogh, though." The Doctor Rambled.

Nathan raised his head slowly and stared at the Doctor in puzzlement. "Vincent Van Gogh is no longer alive." Nathan pointed out.

"But great painter though." The Doctor added.

Nathan considered this. "I am more of a sketcher than a painter."

"Still, not as good as Van Gogh,"

"Still, Van Gogh – painter. Me – sketcher." Nathan told him.

"But Vincent is better than you."

"Are you trying to make me feel bad about my work?" Nathan asked him sceptically.

The Doctor looked at him. "Oops. Sorry." The Doctor apologized. "I tend to ramble on at times, I can't help it, it must have been a side effect of the regeneration cycle, though then again I do ramble a lot, in fact in most of my 2,000 years I have always been rambling."

Nathan frowned. "What?" confused, Nathan asked.

"Oh, that's right, I am over 2,000 years old, technically I am over 1,200 years old on this planet, you see I change my age to every respective time zone and planet I land on, did you know that there is a planet in the Triffid Nebular called Triffen?"

Nathan shook his head very slowly

"Oh, well, it's a small planet, smaller than earth actually, and if I were to land on that planet, I would be precisely 8 years old on planet Triffen, eight years! Can you imagine that?"

Nathan pulled a somewhat quizzical, scared look thrown in with a hint of what the Doctor would put as constipation.

"Am I scaring you?" asked the Doctor seeing Nathan's unease.

"A little bit." Nathan admitted.

"Sorry, I'll shut up now." The Doctor said drumming his fingers on the armrest of the chair he sat on.

Nathan shook his head at him.

"Is this what you want to do with your live?" the Doctor said suddenly gesturing towards Nathan's drawing pad.

Nathan shrugged. "Maybe, I don't know." He said with uncertainty. "I like drawing, it seems to get me through life, it is difficult to explain it really, when I draw, I enter a whole other world, a world where you do not have to worry about anything at all. It's like entering a dream of sorts, where you are in control, can call the shots, and do anything you want, it's like being in…"

"…Freedom." The Doctor ended.

Nathan nodded. "Yes. Freedom," Nathan stared off in wonder as he thought about what freedom meant or could mean for him. In fact, it could mean many things that he would not know where to start.

"Do you mind if I took a look at some of your drawings?" the Doctor asked him. Nathan reluctantly handed his sketchpad over to him to look at.

Flicking through Nathan's sketchpad, The Doctor seemed amazed at what Nathan had drawn. A few pictures were that of a girl that the Doctor assumed was Kelly, Nathan's love attraction to which the Doctor hid a smirk. "These are really good; you could make a fortune in this." The Doctor commented.

Nathan blushed at the idea, and lowered his head so that the Doctor would not see him.

Continuing to flicker through Nathan's drawings, his eyes set sight onto a disturbing picture that caught his eyes instantly that there was no mistaking it.

It was a picture of an Angel, a stone angel.

The Doctor's blue eyes widened in horror.

'Don't take your eyes off it, Doctor!' his mind seemed to say. 'Remember! The image of an Angel becomes that an Angel.' Quickly the Doctor slammed Nathan's book shut trapping the Angel inside.

Nathan stared at him perplexed.

"Are you alright? You look like you have seen a ghost."

"You drew an Angel!" the Doctor said aghast.

"Oh, you mean one of those stone statues, yeah; I drew that the night I returned from the date me and Kelly had." Nathan admitted.

"Why would you draw something like this?" asked the Doctor, fear flooding his voice, which Nathan found strangely odd for his behaviour; this was the first time that Nathan took notice in how scared the Doctor actually looked.

Nathan thought. "I don't know, I just felt the need to draw to it…" Nathan's mind trailed off before he said, "In fact, I can't remember drawing it. How odd is that?"

"Do you mind if it could keep hold of this for a while?"

"Er…" Before Nathan could reply, the Doctor spoke.

"Great, see you soon." The Doctor jumped up from his seat and ran back upstairs to his spare room, Nathan calling after him, but was too late.

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The nightmares returned, followed firstly by the two faint specks of light that grew in the darkness and blinded him to the point that his eyes burnt. Ringing through his ears was the screeching sound of a banshee that sounded more ear piercing than before.

With his eyes closed, the scream of a clear female rippled through the air. When his eyes opened, a blurred figure was standing over him.

His eyes sprang open, and his dark bedroom met him.

An electrifying pain surged through his body, crippling him, paralyzing him to the point where he could not move any part of his body. Even as tried to move in the slightest, the pain that was lingering in him, caused him so much pain, that it felt as if he was in ice cold water with a thousand mini daggers plummeting into him all at once.

He wanted to scream, let out a moan, but found his mouth would not respond.

Then, as if nothing had happened, the paralyzing pain eased off suddenly, and he found that he could move much more easily and freely, the pain no longer within him.

Nathan sat up with ease, sweat running down his clean-shaven chest and across his forehead. His hands were shaking uncontrollably, his breathing under control but his heartbeat racing rapidly.

Nathan had never experience anything like that before. He knew that there was such a thing as sleep paralysis, to which some affiliated this as a force where people were held down on their bed against their will. Maybe that was what had happened to him, he had suffered from a sleep paralysis moment. However, what he did not know was did sleep paralysis cause pain?

Nathan breathed sighed heavily.

This was slowly beginning to take its toll on Nathan, these nightmares were happening all too frequently now, always the same over and over, as if on a loop, a broken record skipping over the same line constantly.

Nathan ran his hands through his short brown blonde hair.

Still shaken, Nathan went over and opened his bedroom window to allow some air into his room. A chill breeze blew at his bare chest, grabbing a t-shirt, Nathan pulled it on and rested himself against the window ledge and allowed the cool air absorb his worries away.

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Occasionally, when he would feel the need to, James would creep down from his bedroom to the kitchen for a midnight snack.

At most times Nathan would think to himself if he were going crazy due to not knowing about James occasional fetish of having a snack at early hours of the morning.

"I am sure we had plenty of food here a couple of nights ago." He would say or, "I am certain that we had a full box of ham, now there is only one slice left."

James would pass it off as, "You must have imagined it." to which James would hide a snigger.

As James approached the fridge, he opened the door to see what he could have for a snack.

"Hmm, let's see." He said licking his lips. "Let's have pickled onions with some mustard and mayonnaise for a sandwich." He smacked his lips together almost as if he could savour and taste the wonderful choice of his snack.

At times, James disgusted Nathan with his choice of appetite, but Nathan would always joke that he would one day become as famous as Gordon Ramsey would in becoming a chef, and that he could open up his own restaurant and find new flavours for food, something that Nathan wriggled his nose in disgust of.

Taking out the contents from the fridge, closing the door and making his way over to the counter where he took out two slices of white bread, James proceeded to make himself his pickled onion, mustard with mayonnaise sandwich.

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The Doctor placed the image onto a scanner so that the Tardis could immobilise the image of the Angel itself from taking full form into reality. He had learnt from his mistakes from the past after encountering the Angels a few times, and he was not going to let them get to him, not after what they did to Amy and Rory…

Amy and Rory, his first travelling companions the moment he saw them when he regenerated into his eleventh form. How he missed them deeply.

He often expressed interest in going back in time and just have a slight sneak upon their lives, see how they were getting on, even then, that would be risky in itself.

The timelines wherever the Angel responsible took them would be fragile enough even if the Doctor did go back and checked up on them.

No, he thought to himself. It is too risky. Besides, I have Clara to worry about, how two people can die twice and not remember is a complete mystery. In addition, there is Nathan…

Being brought back to the here and now, the Doctor' blue eyes glistened in sadness. "Nathan," he whispered to himself. "Oh, Nathan,"

The Doctor stood in silence. Everything he had seen seemed to be revolving around this boy, he was the centre of attention, and the Angels…he had no idea what the Angels were up to, or what Nathan had to do with their plans. Maybe there was no plan; maybe Nathan was just a lost confused person that the Angels held no interest against. Though he did find it odd, that the Angels did not take him back in time so they could feed off his time energy, why did they let him go?

Still, as the Doctor pieced together the reason for why the Angels would not go anywhere near Nathan, there was the matter of James, and why he was lying to Nathan about not telling him about his near death accident…

Suddenly the Doctor thought of something. Maybe it had something to do with Nathan's accident. The Doctor went back in time and saw what happened, even then the Doctor found it difficult to intervene and prevent it from happening. Maybe the Angels wanted to change history, and Nathan's accident must be what they wanted to change, hence that would mean, the Angels would feed and become powerful, but still, the Doctor found it difficult to understand why the Angels would distance themselves from Nathan. It was as if they were afraid of him, but why would they be?

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James licked his fingers from the sandwich in which he made; he drooled somewhat over his masterpiece of the new pickled onion with mustard and mayonnaise sandwich. He licked his lips and took a big bite into his sandwich.

Instantly his stomach gurgled as the food made its way to James's stomach. "Mmm," James moaned with pleasure, as the taste of the sandwich he made tasted superb. "Definitely this should go for the Nobel prize of best food." He told himself.

James strode back into the living room munching on his sandwich as he went.

Whilst he passed the living room, something caught his eye. He turned and saw something, rather peculiar placed in the middle of the living room.

A stone statue of what appeared to be a female Angel covering its face as if from shame was standing there. James thought this as odd and, instantly placed it as Nathan playing a prank on him. This is so like him, James thought to himself.

James looked down at his sandwich, taking his eyes off the Angel for a second or so, he took yet another bite of his sandwich.

When he looked back up at the Angel, he noticed that it had…moved. Its hands were now down by its sides and appeared to be now looking at James in a blank stone grey expression, its pupils blank and vacant.

James blinked.

The Angel moved a fraction, its arms stretching out of for James, its expression still blank.

James blinked again.

Now the Angel had moved closure to him, its arms desperately reaching out for James, its expression now had a devil look on its face. Its teeth were that of sharp fangs, similar to what a vampire would have, and its eyes were vacant, but James felt that it held a tremendous amount of evil and anger, mostly…hunger.

James blinked yet again.

This time the Angel's hands were close to his neck, as if it were trying to strangle him.

James backed away and into the nearest wall, he rushed to the hallways door and threw it open.

There was yet another Angel on the other side of the door. When James turned to look back at the Angel in living room, he found that it had gone. He turned back to the Angel that appeared on the other side of the hall door.

There was no doubt about it; this Angel was the same one. How it got from the living room to the hallways so quickly was beyond him.

James backed away, his eyes wide in fear. If this was Nathan's way of trying to scare him, he was doing one hell of a job at it.

James backed up so far that he toppled over a chair and landed with a thump onto the floor.

He scrambled back up to his feet. During those moments, the Angel had moved closure to him. James was right at the base of its feet. James looked up, terrified, the Angel looking down on him, still with the same snarling expression of a being bent on a thirst for hunger.

"Nathan if this is you, stop it!" James called his voice barely above a yell.

James felt his heart thump against his rib cage, he was sure he was about to give out, most likely from a heart attack.

"Oh, someone please help me!" he whimpered.

James continued to walk away, blinking every so often.

He figured something out. Why does it move when I blink? Oh, but of course, that must be it! All I have to do is not blink.

But even as he thought this, he blinked anyway.

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A/N: So, did you like? Reviews would be nice.

So, the next upload will be on New Year's Eve sometime, probably before midnight, I shall see you then, enjoy Boxing Day and the rest of your Christmas and I shall see you in New Year.

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