Author's Note: Back again guys! I know the story is probably progressing a little too slowly in terms of plot, but patience, guys! Only two more rescue chapters (including this one). If you have any questions, please PM me or review them. And speaking of reviewing, please feel free to criticize in your reviews. This chapter is a little on the less edited side so some errors may have creeped in. Now enjoy, and don't forget to review!

New type of note I decided to include - Creative License Note: The differentiation between two types of fixed points is my own creation.

Disclaimer: Haven't included this for a while but I think it is necessary this time. I do not own Doctor Who. It is a property of the BBC.

George's TARDIS transited through the CVE and landed temporarily on an asteroid, in the Doctor's universe, with a Space-Time Rift running through its centre. He set the TARDIS to refuel while the entire party sat waiting for explanations.

He turned around slowly with his hands joint underneath his chin, thinking. John, who had mostly calmed down completely by now, paced around the TARDIS. The video had been replayed for the new occupants, who now looked worriedly at the two Time Lords pacing the TARDIS. Rose had rarely seen John so angry, and Jack-as an off and on companion-had never seen George so out of countenance. Both Time Lords were out of their comfort zone and they didn't like it.

George's TARDIS's system suddenly beeped popping up a message on a v-board. "Extra weight" he read, making a mental note, but seemed to take it as a matter of course and returned to pacing around his TARDIS.

John broke the silence first. "Alright. Let's put aside the fact that you were a bastard. Why do you need us? Why did you travel across a relatively stable CVE-most of which would tear you apart in less than a minute-to stay in our universe for six months?"

George gave a hoarse laugh. "To save you, of course! I thought that would be obvious. You know negotiation and war tactics much better than others, maybe you're even one of the best. Tell me what you would do, if you were them, and I didn't listen to you?"

John stayed silent.

George answered for him instead. "You'd attack those close to me. Now do you understand why I came there? That was no random attack from Cybermen and Daleks from your universe. That was a planned attack to capture you and take you away, presumably to where the Doctor is."

He turned around to flip the RDS and set his TARDIS in motion.

"I'm not asking you to help me, or even trust me. I'm asking you to help him. Help the Doctor."

Three Days Later

Everybody had been assigned a room in George's TARDIS, but hardly anyone slept. Everybody in the TARDIS was worried about the Doctor, but were feeling bound, they couldn't do anything. They walked around, had cookies with milk, and goodness knows what else. Anything that would calm them down.

She walked past the couple into the console room, which seemed apparently lively with discussion. Confused, she approached George.

"What's up?"

He looked up from the v-board he'd been working on. "Discussion. On how to find the remaining companions. We already know where Professor Song is, thanks to Donna, but her parents' location is a little harder to figure out."

Clara cursed herself for not paying attention and making them lose valuable time. "I might be able to help with that."

"…Uh-huh. Ok. Meeting you there."

Clara shut the call. "See, simple."

John guffawed. "Not so simple, Miss Oswald. You might be prepared to use the Telepathic Circuits to get us there, but there's still a time bubble around that place, according to George." He turned to George. "How did that get there?"

"Time Distortions" said a voice from the v-board.

George turned to transfer the call to a larger screen. "Nice to see you again Professor Song."

"Same to you."

"Really?"

"No."

"Thought as much. Now, Time Distortions?"

River nodded. "Created by Weeping Angels to protect their prey. Selectively created, for that matter. No TARDIS can get in. Some other mode of Time Travel maybe, but they're probably keeping an eye on Mum and Dad. Plus their deaths are fixed points in time. So…don't see how even the TARDIS telepathic circuits are going to get you there or even what the point is."

George frowned. "Fixed points? Their deaths are fixed points? Which type?"

River frowned back at him. "What do you mean which type?" she said.

He smiled at finally finding a higher ground. "There are two types. In fact, even many Time Lords forget this because the Laws of Time set down by us don't really differentiate between the types. The first is an Anchored Point, one which is not completely fixed, but changing it will result in disastrous consequences to the Web of Time. The eruption of Vesuvius, for example. The other is a Pedestal Point, one which cannot be changed at all, or Time will begin fall apart and die."

"I've seen the latter" she muttered. "But wow. That was a long lecture."

"I know" George said, not really differentiating between her two statements.

"They're most probably Anchored ones. Should be easy once you get in, shouldn't it? Once you get in…"

George nodded, not really listening. "Maybe…"

The screen flickered. "Solar flare interference getting worse" River said. "Sorry guys, got to leave." She shut off the call from the other side.

George furrowed his brow. "Solar flares aren't solar flares…" he mumbled.

Sometimes people do unexplainable things. George shut down his TARDIS and let them hang there.

John frowned at him. "Why're we stopping?"

George paused midway pushing a lever. He looked back and let the lever fall. "Brute force. We'll try breaking through with brute force." He walked up to a v-board and opened a side menu. He set the co-ordinates for 1940s Manhattan and opened the Time Vortex in front of them. The TARDIS seemed to levitate. "Everyone ready?"

For a second his TARDIS seemed to whirl on the spot, before the interior stabilised. Then it used the same momentum and started to move through the Vortex without dematerialising, speeding towards the destination, faster than light. Yet again, only for a second, the outside seemed to affect them.

Clara put her hand up. George looked at her. "This isn't a classroom, you needn't put your hand up before asking." John snickered, causing Clara to flush.

"Why is it affecting us only for a moment? Shouldn't it either keep affecting us, or not affect us at all?"

George mused at it. "Probably because we're still stabilising into this universe."

"Never mind that!" John shouted. "Watch out!"

George's TARDIS crashed into a solid wall of temporal energy, throwing everybody off balance.

"Well…not brute force then…"

Amy and Rory Williams sat on their bed, making a plan. They had been planning to try and get out for a while, this just gave them an excuse. Better to live their entire life on their own terms rather on the terms of the Angels. Speaking of them, The Weeping Angels hadn't evem bothered with keeping guards. They couldn't afford to leave Angels around, with their numbers dwindling. The Doctor's paradox had wiped out most of them, except those not within the Time Zone (probably feasting instead).

The two of them could probably get out of the room, maybe even out of the building, but the Angels were not stupid. They had at least a dozen Angels waiting on the outside ready to kill them faster than they were already dying. Not a very bright prospect at all.

But their assumptions were proven right. Nobody stopped them until they were down to the ground floor. They stopped at the staircase, where Rory offered to look for threats. Amy tried to stop him, but he insisted. "It's the only way. This way at least one of us gets out."

Amy looked at him, tearing up. "There isn't much point. I wouldn't be able to live without you. So you're not going alone." Rory nodded, and they made their way across to the door. They looked at each other for a moment and nodded. They pushed open the door…

…only to find complete chaos.

Lasers from alpha-meson blasters seemed to be covering most of the vicinity. "Amy!" She swivelled around to find Clara, the Doctor's new companion, running towards her. "Clara! What the hell are you doing here! I thought you were joking. The Doctor said it was impossible to get here."

A strange man came running up. "Haha, really funny. Now get in!" He pointed towards a huge cylindrical structure taking up half the street. He turned back towards the other six people shooting. "Everybody! Back in. And take those two with you! Jack, cover fire with me!"

That's when everything went wrong. The lights began to flicker…li

Jack and George stopped dead. The Angels seemed to struggle to do something, until one of them somehow began to speak. "You are surrounded. Give yourselves up, and you won't be harmed."

George didn't miss a beat. "You managed to get something out of the Total Event Collapse, didn't you? Or maybe you were given it. Angel Bob, I presume?" The silence seemed to confirm his hypothesis.

"Well, Angel Bob. If you knew we were coming, you know me. And let me tell you this. I am not the Doctor."

The TARDIS behind him seemed to morph, almost as if it were a mirage appearing on a desert landscape. It shimmered, and the shimmer seemed to light everything up, until the TARDIS transformed into a call box. A Police Public Call Box from the 1950s.

He smirked. "Lights!"

The lights on top of the box switched on, outshining and immediately obscuring every star in the sky. George turned back at the Angels, still smirking, as Jack fiddled with his Vortex Manipulator. "And, unlike the Doctor, I almost always have a plan." They disappeared with a zap of lightning as his TARDIS began to dematerialize, leaving the Angels standing and staring at them, contemplating their next move. The Patron would not be happy…