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Chapter 11

Aw, shit.

"Come along, Phoenix!" the Doctor calls up to me, halfway down the ladder, which is shaking and moving too much for comfort.

"You need to go down, ma'am," a soldier says. I think that's Pedro.

I sucked in a deep breath and carefully lowered myself to sit on the edge of the hole in the ground, placing my feet on the third rung and firmly grasping the first one before sliding off the edge. The ladder quivers for a moment then stills, and I moved downwards as fast as I felt safe going, resolutely not looking down.

I felt my feet touch the ground and I stepped away from the ladder, my hands shaking slightly and my legs threatened to turn to jelly.

Amy looked at me pityingly. "Afraid of heights?" she asked.

I nodded mutely, taking another deep breath. I caught the Doctor looking at me in concern. I smiled at him, the shakiness slowly fading from my limbs. "I'm fine."

"You weren't scared when you climbed the fire truck ladder," he pointed out.

"Oh yes I was," I responded, "I froze right in the middle of it, remember? It also helped that the fire truck ladder wasn't moving."

He nodded, giving me a brief hug before pulling a flashlight out of his pocket and moving to Octavian, flicking it on. "Do we have a gravity globe?" he questioned.

"Gravity globe," Octavian called and a soldier brought one over, handing it to the Doctor.

"Where are we?" Amy wondered, "What is this?"

"It's an Aplan mortarium," River answered, "Sometimes called a Maze of the Dead."

"What's that?" she questioned.

"Well, if you happen to be a creature of living stone…" the Doctor kicked the gravity globe into the air, where it hung and shone light on seven levels of statues.

My breathing picked up a bit. Okay, you are now surrounded by angels. Anyone that isn't the Doctor, Amy or River… Please be prepared to die... Including myself. Oh, God, here I go again with being morbid. Snap out of it! They're only the scariest monster you can think of! Well, that didn't help…

"Shit," I breathed, "The perfect hiding place."

"Exactly," the Doctor agreed, beaming until he caught a look at my panicked face.

Deep breaths, girl. They aren't going to bite you. Not just yet, anyway. Aw, shit, what is wrong with my pessimistic head?... Apparently I curse a lot when confronted with Angels. I did during the episode too….

"I guess this makes it a bit trickier," Octavian sighed before he had a chance to comment.

"Just a bit," I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"A stone angel on the loose among stone statues," Octavian continued, "A lot harder then I prayed for."

"A needle in a haystack," River commented, gazing at the beautiful architecture of the temple.

"A needle that looks like hay," the Doctor corrected, "A hay-like needle. Of death. A hay-like needle of death in a haystack of…statues."

"Yours was fine, River," I chuckled. The sound seemed slightly nervous, even to me.

"Right," Octavian cast a curious glance between the Doctor and I, "Check every single statue in this chamber. You know what you're looking for. Complete visual inspection. One question: How do we fight it?"

"We find it," the Doctor answered, "And hope."

"And run," I sighed, "Definitely going to run at some point."

"Isn't that spoilers?" River asked, amused.

I smirked at her. "With him?" I glanced at the Doctor, "More like it's common knowledge."

The Doctor didn't even try and protest, instead choosing to search the room for any signs of the angel with Amy following along behind him. I went after them slowly, but I still heard River and Octavian.

"He doesn't know yet, does he?" Octavian questioned, grabbing River's arm, "Who and what you are."

"It's too early in his time stream. Phoenix knows, she almost always knows, but she wouldn't tell him." River answered.

"Well, make sure he doesn't work it out or he's not going to help us."

"I won't let you down. Believe me; I have no intention of going back to prison."

She pulled away and I caught up with Amy, giving her a grin before we kept walking up.

"You seem nervous," she commented.

"This was a two-part episode. Two-parts are almost always drastic, and three-parts are absolute nightmares," I tell her, "And Weeping Angels happen to be the scariest monster I think the Doctor's ever faced, so, yeah, good reason for me to be nervous."

Amy frowned, before stopping and rubbing her eye. She pulled her hand away, frowning, before rubbing her eye again. She looked at her hand for a moment, horrified, and rubbed it on her shirt as River came up.

"You alright?" River asked.

Amy! I specifically told you not to look at the eyes!

Amy turned like she dropped out of a trance, "Yeah, I'm fine. So, what's a maze of the dead?"

"Oh, it's not as bad as it sounds," River answered, "It's just a labyrinth with dead people buried in the walls."

Amy glanced at her with an expression that was mildly creeped out.

"That was fairly bad," I informed her, and River nodded, chuckling a bit.

River pulled something out of her pack and extended Amy's arm, "Right, give me your arm. This won't hurt a bit," she smiled, and plunged it into Amy how recoiled in pain. "There, you see? I lied. It's a viro-stabilizer. Stabilizes your metabolism against radiation, drive burn, anything. You're going to need it when we get up to that ship."

"Your turn," Amy said with a small smirk as she glanced at me.

River shook her head, "Phoenix doesn't need this. Her system is perfectly adapted for this, as is the Doctor's."

"Phoenix," the Doctor called lightly, frowning at the device in his hands, "Something is wrong with this."

I laughed lightly, and moved over to him, grinning widely when I saw the screen was upside down.

"You'll figure it out," I told him, leaning against the wall with an amused smirk.

"So, what are they like? In the future, I mean. Cause you know the in the future, don't you?" I heard Amy ask. She's going to get as much out of River as she will out of me, which is to say, nothing at all.

"The Doctor and Phoenix? Well, the Doctor is the Doctor and Phoenix is… Phoenix."

"Oh, well, that's very helpful. Mind if I write that down?" Amy frowned.

"Yes we are," River grinned, shining her light at us.

"Sorry, what?"

"Talking about you," River smirked.

"I wasn't listening, I'm busy."

I smirked, taking the device from him and turning it around. "Other way up," I grinned.

I watched with amusement as his cheeks colored slightly and he went back to pressing buttons. "Yeah…" he mumbled.

"Forget what I said earlier," Amy said, eyeing us, "Phoenix is definitely his wife."

"Oh, Amy, Amy, Amy," River shook her head, "This is the Doctor we're talking about. Do you really think it could be anything that simple?"

"Yup."

"You're good," River grinned, "I'm not saying you're right, but you are very good."

Oh, damn me and my weak will! Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask… Is this what she meant when she said 'almost always knows'? I mean, really, it'd make sense…. I NEED TO STOP GETTING MY HOPES UP. I'm a Companion, for God's sake, not River Song!

I glanced over at the Doctor from the corner of my eye as I pretended to be interested in the upwards architecture, and saw the Doctor openly staring at me.

"What?" I asked, sparing a glance at him, pulling my flashlight out of my pocket and shining it upwards.

"Nothing," he shook his head and our group moved forwards a bit, all of us inspecting statues.

There was a sudden sound of bullets ricocheting off stone and I ran towards it without a thought, already knowing what would be there but dashing towards it anyway.

"Damn," I heard River laugh from somewhere behind me, "I'd forgotten how fast she can run!"

I ran into the chamber where Octavian and Bob were standing, skidding to a stop with the Doctor right beside me. Bob had his gun raised to a statue that didn't look anything like an angel.

"Sorry, sorry," he breathed, "I thought it looked at me."

It probably did.

"We know what the angel looks like, is that the angel?" Octavian demanded.

"No sir."

"No sir, it isn't! According to the Doctor, we are facing an enemy of unknowable power and infinite evil. So what would be good, it would be very good if we could all remain calm in the presence of décor."

"What's your name?" the Doctor questioned.

"Bob, sir."

"Ah, that's a great name! I love Bob." He grinned with a sort of childish glee.

"It's a sacred name," Octavian said, "We all have sacred names. They're given to us in the service of the church."

"Sacred Bob," the Doctor repeated, "More like Scared Bob now, eh?"

"Yes sir," Bob admitted.

"Good," the Doctor clapped him on his shoulder, "Scared keeps you fast. Anyone in this room who isn't scared is a moron. Carry on."

"Rude," I mumbled, shaking my head and fighting my smile.

"We'll be moving into the maze in two minutes," Octavian announced, and I looked up, eyeing the cavernous temple with trepidation for the angels.

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We went in, and started climbing up the steep steps. I kept my gaze focused on the back of the Doctor's head so I wouldn't look down.

"Isn't there a chance that this lot is just going to collapse?" Amy wondered as we climbed, "There's a whole ship up there!"

"Incredible builders, the Aplans," River informed her.

"I had dinner with the chief architect once," the Doctor commented, "Two heads are better than one."

"What, you mean you help him?"

"No, he means the architect had two heads," I told Amy and she nodded slowly.

"That book, at the very end, what did it say?" the Doctor asked suddenly, "Read it to me."

"Hang on," River said, grabbing the book and flipping to the end, "'What if we had ideas that could think for themselves? What if one day our dreams no longer needed us? When these things occur and are held to be true, the time will be upon us. The time of angels."

We kept climbing and I felt my legs getting sore. They might've been turning to jelly gain from how high we were.

I looked behind me where Amy and River were, a few soldiers behind them. I blinked and a statue down the path behind us turned its head to look at me.

Well, shit. Again.

"Are we there yet?" Amy called from her spot behind me, "It's a hell of a climb."

"I second that," I muttered.

"The maze is on six levels representing the ascent of the soul," River explained to her, "Only to levels to go."

"Lovely species, the Aplans," the Doctor commented, "We should visit them sometime."

"I thought they were all dead," Amy said in confusion.

"So is Virginia Wolfe, I'm on her bowling team. Very relaxed, sort of cheerful. Well, that's having two heads. Never short of a snog with an extra head…" the Doctor answered. He looked like he was thinking about something, then he shook his head, his cheeks pink. They got redder when he noticed my curious look.

"Doctor, there's something, I don't know what it is…" River started.

"There's definitely something," I remarked.

"Yeah, I don't know what it is yet, working on it. Course, then they started having laws against self marrying and what was that about? But that's the church for you. Uh," he looked at Octavian, "No offense, Bishop."

"Quite a lot taken if that's alright, Doctor." Octavian walked off.

I thwacked the Doctor.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Being rude," I replied without skipping a beat.

Amy just laughed.

We kept climbing and eventually we reached a point where the ground mostly evened out with two rows of statues on either side of the path.

Now it gets REALLY scary.

"The lowest point in the wreckage only about fifty feet up from here, that way," Octavian informed us, shining his light in the direction we needed to go.

"Church had a point if you think about it," Amy commented, "The divorces must've been messy."

I stopped beside the Doctor as he examined a statue. "Oh," he breathed.

"What's wrong?" Amy asked.

"Oh," River stared at a statue.

"Exactly." I sighed.

"How could we not notice?" River questioned, her eyes flickering among the statues.

"Low level perception filter, or maybe we're thick," the Doctor grumbled before turning on me, "Why didn't you tell us?"

"It's not very safe to change pre-established timelines," I responded. He sighed, accepting the answer for now, before spinning around and staring at the statue in front of him.

"What's wrong, sir?" Octavian questioned.

"Nobody move. Nobody move, everyone stay exactly where they are," the Doctor instructed, "Bishop, I am truly sorry. I've made a mistake and we are all in terrible danger."

"What danger?" Octavian asked cautiously.

"The Aplans," River said.

"The Aplans?" Octavian questioned I confusion.

"They've got two heads."

"So?"

"So why don't the statues?" I asked quietly and everyone looked around realizing exactly what was going on.

"Everyone over…" the Doctor spun his flashlight around, "There. Just move, don't ask questions, don't speak."

We all hastily moved over into the corner the Doctor had instructed us. Okay, okay, okay, do NOT have a panic attack…

We were all behind the Doctor now. "Okay," he said slowly, "I want you all to switch off your torches."

"Sir-"

"Just do it," I sighed, hesitantly flicking off my own.

Argh!Hate this, hate this, hate this…. Damn thee Moffat! Why did you invent Weeping Angels? WHY? You terrified us and now, because of that, I have to do THIS! Okay, blaming the writer is going to be absolutely no help at all. Calm down, girl, deep breaths, return to your normal self…

Everyone's flashlights flickered off, leaving only one –the Doctor's- still on.

"Okay," he said quietly, "I'm going to turn off this one too, just for a moment."

"Are you sure about this?" River asked nervously.

I didn't even need to see his face to know he was smiling. "No."

We were in pitch black for less than a second before he turned on his light again.

And the Angels were facing us.

"Oh my god," Amy breathed, her flashlight trained on the nearest angel as the Doctor ran down the path, "They've moved."

We all went after the Doctor, who had paused in front of one that looked like it had fallen on the floor, with its arm outstretched like it was reaching for help.

"They're angels," I called, "All of them."

"They can't be!" River protested.

"Clerics, keep watching them," the Doctor instructed, moving past the reaching angel and down a bit further. River, Amy and I moved carefully past the angel and went after him.

"Every statue in this maze, every single one is a Weeping Angel. They're coming after us," he said grimly.

"There was only one Angel on the ship, just the one, I swear," River said, obviously and reasonably alarmed.

"Could they have been here already?" Amy questioned.

"The Aplans, what happened? How did they die out?" the Doctor asked, ignoring her.

"Nobody knows," River answered.

"We know," I responded.

"They don't look like Angels," Octavian commented.

"They're not fast," Amy noted, "You said they were fast. They should've had us by now."

"Look at them; they're dying, losing their form. They must've been down here for centuries, starving." The Doctor responded.

"Losing their image," I added.

"And their image is their power-" I could see the light bulb in the Doctor's head go off, "Power…Power!"

"Doctor?" Amy questioned slowly, obviously wondering if the Time Lord had jumped off the edge of his mind.

"Don't you see?" he raced through the words, "All that radiation spilling out, the dry burn. The crash of the Byzantium wasn't an accident; it was a rescue mission for the angels. We're in the middle of an army! And it's waking up."

"We need to get out of here," River started.

"Fast," I added, chewing on my lip. It was a bad habit of mine that I had broken for the most part, but if I was really nervous, or scared shitless (of which I was currently both) I'd start chewing on my lip to distract myself.

"Bob, Angelo, Christian, come in please," Octavian talked into his communicator, "Any of you, come in?"

"Bob, sir. Sorry, sir," Angel Bob's voice came over.

"Bob, are Angelo and Christian with you?" Octavian asked urgently, "All the statues are active, I repeat, all the statues are active."

"I know, sir. Angelo and Christian are dead, sir. The statues killed them, sir."

The Doctor snatched the communicator from Octavian and started talking, "Bob, Sacred Bob, it's me, the Doctor. Where are you now?"

"I'm talking to my-" Octavian started but the Doctor held up a hand.

"Yep, yep, yep, yep, shut up."

"I'm on my way up to you, sir. I'm homing in on your signal." Angel Bob answered politely.

"Well done, Bob, scared keeps you fast. Told you, didn't I? Your friends, Bob, what did the Angel do to them?" the Doctor praised. I kept chewing on my lip, looking down it the floor.

"Snapped their necks, sir," Bob answered.

Everyone in the room shifted, unnerved.

"See, that's odd. That's not how the angels kill; they displace you in space and time, unless they needed bodies for something."

Octavian snatched the communicator back, "Bob, did you check their data packs for vital signs. We may be able to initiate a rescue-"

"Oh, don't be an idiot! The Angels don't need you alive. Bob, keep running, but tell me: How did you escape?"

"He didn't," the words fly from my mouth right as Bob says, "I didn't escape, sir. The Angel killed me too."

We all shared glances that seemed to say, Aw crap. We're screwed.

"What do you mean the Angel killed you too?" the Doctor questioned.

"Snapped my neck, sir," Angel Bob responded, "Wasn't as painless as I expected, but it was pretty quick, so that was something."

"If you're dead, how can I be talking to you?"

"You're not talking to me, sir," Angel Bob explained cheerfully, "The Angel has no voice. It stripped my cerebral cortex from my body and reanimated a version of my consciousness to communicate with you. Sorry about the confusion."

"So when you say you're on your way up to us…" the Doctor trailed off.

"It's the Angel that's coming, sir, yes."

"We'll get out through the wreckage," Octavian decided, and everyone but the Doctor, Octavian and I ran off.

"Doctor, Phoenix," Amy started.

"We're coming, Amy, just go," I told her and she nodded, rushing after the others.

"Yeah, called you an idiot, sorry, but there's no way we could've rescued your men."

"I know that, sir," Octavian replied, "And when you've flown away in your little blue box, I'll explain that to their families."

"Angel Bob," the Doctor says into the communicator a few moments later, "Which Angel am I talking to? The one from the ship," the Doctor presumed.

"Yes, sir," Angel Bob replied, "The other Angels are still restoring."

"Ah, so the Angel is not in the wreckage. Thank you!"

He grabbed my hand and we started running after the others.

"Why'd you stay?" he asked.

I just gave him a look and laughed breathlessly, "You think I'd let you sit in a room full of Weeping Angels by yourself?"

He grinned and we ran past Amy. "Don't wait for us, go, run!" the Doctor urged her, running past and pulling me along with him.

"I can't," Amy said and he turned back, still holding my hand as he pulled me with him.

He looked at her confused and she continued, saying, "No, really, I can't."

"Why not?" he pondered confused.

"Look at it, look at my hand! It's stone."

I face palmed as the Doctor shined a flashlight in Amy's eyes.

"You looked into the eyes of an Angel, didn't you?"

"Amy!" I groaned.

"I couldn't stop myself," she responded, before her eyes widened and flickered to me, "You said something 'rather nasty' would happen if I looked into the eyes of an Angel."

"Yes, well, can't be avoided now. You should be fine…eventually." I said nervously, tapping my fingers against my jeans in a random rhythm.

"Listen to me," the Doctor said urgently, "You're hand is not made of stone."

"It is!" Amy said indignantly, "Look at it!"

"It's in your head, Amy," I told her, "You can move your hand."

"I can't, okay? I've tried, and I can't. It's stone"

The light started flickering.

"The Angel is gonna come and its going to turn this light off and then there's nothing I can do to stop it. So do it, concentrate. Move your hand."

"I can't."

"Oh, for God's sake!" I shouted and picked up Amy's hand, whacking her lightly in the face with it before shaking it in front of her face, "Not stone, see?"

They both stared at me. I rolled my eyes and looked at the Doctor pointedly, "What? You would've bitten her and she would've gone on about space teeth for five minutes."

"You smacked me!" Amy gaped.

"Here we go," I mumbled, "And you're alive with a hand that is not stone."

"You smacked me!" she repeated, "With my own hand!"

"Yes, yes she did," the Doctor chuckled, "Now run!"

He grabbed our hands and we ran up to the ledge where Octavian, the soldiers and River were.

We ran in just as a cleric said something about flickering lights.

"Yeah, it's the Angels. They're cunning and they're draining the power from the cells," the Doctor explained.

"Which means we won't be able to see them," Octavian stated.

"Which means we can't stay here," the Doctor continued.

"Any suggestions?" River asked us quietly. I rubbed my forehead, attempting not to groan at the rather sudden throbbing in my head.

Two more, incoming!" a soldier shouted.

"The statues are advancing on all sides. We don't have the climbing equipment to reach the Byzantium," I half listened to what Octavian was saying.

"No up, no way back, no way out," River looked at us, "No pressure, but this is usually when you have a really good idea, or Phoenix does one of her brilliant things where she shows you up."

"I do that?" I smiled, trying not to wince, "That's nice to know."

"There's always a way out," the Doctor said quietly, before repeating it, louder, "There's always a way out."

The lights flashed to darkness and when they flicked back on again, there were deformed Angels coming from every tunnel, arms outstretched in a single file line like some sort of demented conga line.

"Doctor?" Angel Bob said from over the communicator, "Can I speak to the Doctor please?"

"Hello Angels," the Doctor greeted, "What's your problem?"

"Your power will not last much longer," Angel Bob informed us, a horrifying sort of glee in its voice that made me shudder, "And the Angels will be with you shortly. Sorry sir."

"Why are you telling me this?" the Doctor questioned.

"There's something the Angels are very keen that you should know before the end," Angel Bob replied.

"Which is?"

"I died in fear," the Angel informed us.

"I'm sorry?" the Doctor questioned.

"You told me my fear would keep me alive, but I died afraid, in pain, and alone. You made me trust you, and when it mattered, you let me down."

I was utterly and royally pissed at the Angels now. I knew they were aiming to make the Doctor angry, but it hit me as well. The Angels had killed someone I liked, and like the Doctor, that was not a very safe place to stand with me. People who had hurt my friends knew that all too well.

"What are they doing?" I heard Amy whisper to River. I barely noticed it, through the pounding of my headache to the anger that made my fingertips tingle like I wanted to punch something.

"They're trying to make him angry," I heard River whisper back, "But they got more than they bargained for. They got Phoenix angry too. God help them now."

"Why?" Amy whispered back.

"Sorry sir," Angel Bob continued before River answered, "The Angels were very keen for you to know that."

"Well then, the Angels have made their second mistake because I'm not going to let that pass. I'm sorry your dead, Bob, but I swear to whatever is left of you that they will be sorrier." The Doctor said with a quiet anger in his voice. Not the Oncoming Storm, more like a lightning strike in the distance comparatively.

"But your trapped sir," Angel Bob continued, "And about to die."

"Yeah, I'm trapped. Speaking of traps, this trap has got a mistake in it. A great big, whopping mistake!"

"What mistake, sir?"

"Trust me?" the Doctor asked Amy.

"Yeah," she grinned.

"Trust me?" he asked River.

"Both of you, always."

He turned to ask me, but I held up a hand. "I'd be insulted if you asked, Doctor." I smiled at him and he grinned back.

"You lot, trust me?" he questioned, turning to the group of soldiers.

"Sir, two more incoming!" another soldier called.

"We have faith, sir." Octavian responded.

"Then give me your gun," he held out his hand and Octavian gave it to him, "I'm about to do something incredibly stupid and dangerous, when I do, jump."

"Jump where?" Octavian questioned.

"Just jump," I grinned, "Leap of faith."

"On my signal," the Doctor began.

"What signal?"

"You want miss it," the Doctor responded, cocking the gun and aiming at the flickering gravity globe.

I grinned despite my pounding head and the Weeping Angels. I loved this bit to pieces.

"Sorry, can I ask again?" Angel Bob questioned politely, "You mentioned a mistake we made?"

"A big, big mistake. Massive, really huge. Didn't anyone ever tell you? There's one thing you never put in a trap if you're smart, if you value your continued existence, if you have any plans about seeing tomorrow, there is one thing you never, ever, put in a trap."

"And what would that be sir?"

I tensed my legs, prepared to jump higher than humanly possible.

"Me."

He pulled the trigger and the gravity globe exploded as we all jumped upwards.

I'm sorry about the wait for this chapter, but there was school and homework and teachers and…urgh! Just life in general got in the way. Hopefully it doesn't suck too much.

Q: How many of you are going to curl up in a ball and die on Saturday with the fall season finally?

Keep in mind, that it's not just the Ponds leaving. It's the Eleventh Doctor losing Companions for the first time; it's Weeping Angels in New York. All of the delightfully torturous terrors we Whovians have to face on a weekly basis at the hands of Steven Moffat.

I've gone on long enough.

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