A/N - 142 reviews? Holy cow, folks! It hasn't even gotten good yet, what are you all smoking? But really, though, wow! Unbelievable and amazing, you all are :) Thank you to TheGirlWhoBelieved, BlueGreen216, grapejuice101, xxOMGgalxx, 11Dr. Luv, TheDoctor'sAmazingCompanion, skidney, XxCupcakeAssassinxX, Little Nerdling, Guest(s), Esther, popsinger99, Tayla, and kate1243 for reviewing!

To one Guest - I know :/ I'm trying really hard to put in more original scenes for Emma, but it's difficult. I've been twisting the lines so they seem more like Emma than Amy, but I suppose I'm not doing a good enough job. Thank you for letting me know and being kinder about it than most people would be! I'm going to try to add her in a lot more, I already have some big plans for her after Flesh and Stone, and I'm probably going to have an entirely original episode between The Vampires of Venice and Amy's Choice (And I have plans for both those episodes as well)! So I hope that gives you something to look forward to.

Disclaimer - I don't own Doctor Who. I only own my OC, Emma Walker.

Oh, please don't go
I want you so
I can't let go
For I lose control

Next thing Emma knew, she was sprawled out on the floor between Amy and River. "Are you okay?" She heard the latter ask both her and Amy. She gave a chaste nod, pushing onto her hands and knees before stumbling to her feet.

"What the hell happened?" She looked around, taking note of the fact that they were most definitely not in the same place that they were before.

"We jumped."

"Jumped where?" Amy cried.

The Doctor ran past them. "Up, up, look up!"

"Where are we?"

"Exactly where we were."

"No, we're not."

Both she and Emma nearly jumped out of their skin when the Doctor's head popped up between theirs. "Move your feet." They both slid back so he could kneel by some sort of black circle in the floor, using his sonic screwdriver on it. Emma eyed her surroundings.

"You know, this looks suspiciously like the bottom of the ship that we were just looking up at." Her gaze travelled up. "And that looks like the ground. Doctor?" She looked back to him with wide eyes. "Care to explain to us daft humans what's going on here?"

"Come on, Emma, think!" He rolled his eyes, running to stand between her and Amy again. "The ship crashed with the power still on, yeah? So what else is still on? The artificial gravity." That confirmed her suspicions that they were currently standing on the bottom of the ship. "One good jump and up we fell!" He gave a hop. "Shot out the grav-globe to give us an updraft, and here we are!" He moved back to sonic the circle again.

"Up we fe- you know what? I don't really feel like bursting a blood vessel while trying to figure out how that makes sense, so I'm gonna go for the important questions." She crossed her arms over her chest, giving him a dry look. "Why do you call it a grav globe? What is so difficult about saying the whole word? Gravity." Her amused tone betrayed her face, and she saw his smirk despite the fact that his head was down.

"Well-"

"Doctor!" Octavian interrupted. "The statues, they look more like Angels now."

Though he continued to use his sonic, he looked up. "They're feeding on the radiation from the wreckage, draining all the power from the ship, restoring themselves. Within an hour, they'll be an army!" His screwdriver finally did the job and the circle opened, now evidently a door. Everyone jumped back when the lights began to explode. "They're taking out the lights." He pointed the sonic up. "Look at them, look at the Angels. Into the ship, now, quickly, all of you!"

"But how?" As Amy asked this, the Doctor had already slipped through the door. "Doctor!" She and Emma fell to their knees beside it, only to see him standing upright in a hallway.

"It's just a corridor! The gravity orientates to the floor." He gestured with his screwdriver from the ceiling to the floor. "Now, in here, all of you, don't take your eyes off the Angels. Move, move, move!"

Eyes on the Angels above — or, rather, below — them, Emma slipped inside and ran over to where the Doctor was using his sonic on a keypad. "Doctor, the Angels, can they jump? Or, you know, fly?" She turned away slightly at the sound of the door shutting, but thankfully everyone had gotten inside.

"They're here. Now. In the dark, we're finished." A loud buzzing started and everyone looked back to see that another door was shutting, one that would block them off from going further into the ship. "Run!" He took off for it, but it shut before he even got there.

"This whole place is a death trap." Octavian said.

"No, it's a time bomb. Well, it's a death trap and a time bomb." He turned back to face them. "And now it's a dead end. Nobody panic." That's when sparks started flying from the door they'd come in, indicating that the Angels were well on their way inside. "Oh, just me then." He pointed his screwdriver at the door behind him. "What's through there?"

River barely spared him a glance. "Secondary flight deck."

"Okay, so we've basically run up the inside of a chimney, yeah?" Amy stepped back. "So, what if the gravity fails?" As she asked the Doctor this, River started to work on overriding the power.

"I've thought about that." The Doctor admitted.

"And?"

"And we'll all plunge to our deaths. See? I've thought about it."

"God, does anything good ever happen when you're around?" Emma could swear she saw hurt flash in his eyes, though he turned back to the door before she could determine whether or not that's what she was seeing. When he turned back to speak to River, any hint of hurt was gone.

"The security protocols are still live. There's no way to override them, it's impossible."

"How impossible?" She shot back.

"Two minutes." He had barely started trying to figure out how to open the door again when the lights dimmed and the door they'd come in opened up again, making him turn back around.

"The hull is breached and the power's failing." Octavian told him, though it was fairly obvious. The lights went off and when they flickered back an, the arm of one of the Angels could be seen reaching into the door.

"Incoming!"

"Doctor! Lights."

He didn't even pay any attention to Amy, instead using is screwdriver to try and help River. The lights flickered again and one of the Angels was crawling into the corridor; Emma unconsciously moved closer to the Doctor. Good things may not happen around him, but she knew he'd keep her safe, which was really needed when the lights flickered once more and four angels were in the corridor with them. "Doctor," she gripped onto his jacket as if she were a child. "can you please figure something out now?"

Seeing that the lights were staying on, Octavian ordered, "Clerics, keep watching them!"

"And don't look at their eyes. Anywhere else. Not the eyes." Hearing him say that, Emma released his jacket and took a step back. He had never told her what would happen since she looked into the Angel's eyes, but his constant warnings about it meant that it obviously didn't guarantee her a one-way ticket to Heaven when she died, like she hoped it would. "I've isolated the lighting grid. They can't drain the power now." He headed back to the door.

"Good work, Doctor."

He spun back around to face Octavian. "Yes, good. Good, good. Good in many ways. Good you like it so far." He moved towards the keypad on the wall.

"So far?" Amy asked.

"Well, there's one way to open this door. I guess I'll need to route all the power in this section through the door control."

"Good, fine, do it."

He pushed past Octavian and walking a few feet forward, eyes on the Angels. "Including the lights. All of them. I'll need to turn out the lights."

"How long for?"

"Fraction of a second, maybe longer. Maybe quite a bit longer."

"Maybe?"

"I'm guessing." He reached up to stroke his chin. "We're being attacked by statues in a crashed ship, there isn't a manual for this!" He ran back to the door.

"Doctor, we lost the torches! We'll be in total darkness!" Amy reminded him and he didn't hesitate to get up in her face.

"No other way!" He looked to Octavian. "Bishop?"

"Doctor Song, I've lost good clerics today." That made River turn around. "You trust this man?"

"I absolutely trust him."

"He's not some kind of madman, then?"

She paused, looking like she was trying not to burst into laughter. "I absolutely trust him."

Emma was beginning to feel a bit lightheaded, the irritation in her eyes intensifying, making her give a frustrated moan, digging the heels of her hands into them. The exhaustion was really taking a toll on her, more than it ever had in her life, and she really just wanted to lay down on the floor and go to sleep. However, there was a much larger part of her that didn't want to be murdered by Weeping Angels in her sleep. "Emma?" She looked up to see the Doctor eyeing her with concern as he worked on the door again. "Once we get out of here, I want you to let me take a look at your eyes. The Angel-"

"It's not the Goddamn Angel!" She snapped. "I'm very tired, okay? And maybe, maybe if you had listened to me when I tried to tell you that, I could be sleeping in the TARDIS and I wouldn't be about to get killed by some bloody statues!" Being angry distracted her from the fear and fatigue, but it didn't distract her from the guilt she felt when she saw the look on his face. He was only trying to help and she was getting at him for things that weren't even his fault. "I'm sorry." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I'm sorry."

He opened his mouth to tell her that it was alright, that she didn't have to apologize, but Octavian caught his attention before he could. "Doctor, we've got your back."

"Bless you, Bishop." He worked on the door for a moment longer before he stood, grabbing Emma and pushing her in front of him. "Emma, when the lights go down, the wheel should release. Spin it clockwise, four turns."

She nodded, looking back at him. "Okay, ten."

"No, four." He held his sonic in her face. "Four turns."

"I'm not deaf, I heard you the first time. Four turns." She grabbed onto the wheel and Amy and River grabbed the other side to help.

"Ready!"

"On my count, then." Octavian said. "God be with us all. Three...two...one..." The lights went out. "Fire!" As the clerics shot rapidly at the angels, the Doctor ran over to help the girls turn the wheel.

"Turn!" He grunted. The door started to open and both Amy and River ran to the other side to push it open while he and Emma continued to turn the wheel. Once there was enough space between the door and the wall to fit a person, Amy and River slipped inside, followed by Octavian and all the clerics. "Emma, go now! I've got it!" He used his sonic to keep the door open with one hand, using the free one to push her towards the opening. He ran in after her and the door immediately shut. He used his sonic on the controls on the wall to open the next door, which opened easier than the last. The clerics rushed in, then Octavian, Amy, Emma, and River.

"Doctor!" Amy called out and he darted inside. The flight deck was practically in ruins, the monitors in the middle of the room had wires torn out of them. She, River, and the Doctor ran over to look, but she paused when she saw Octavian place a device above the wheel on the door as it started to spin. "What are you doing?"

"Magnetized the door." He looked back at them. "Nothing could turn that wheel now."

The Doctor nearly laughed. "Yeah?" The wheel began to turn again, though slower than before, and Octavian looked at it in shock.

"Dear God!"

"Ah, now you're getting it!" He picked up something on one of the consoles and looked it over, only to throw it back down and move back to where he was previously standing. "You gave us time, though. That's good. I am good with time."

Emma was eyeing the spinning wheel warily and that's when she heard a more frantic turning of a wheel. She tensed, looking back to find that the Angels were trying to get into the door behind her. "Doctor!" She stumbled back and a cleric caught her arm before she could fall. He soon let go as Octavian ordered him to seal the door, moving to said door and placing a magnetizing device on it. That's when the wheel on the door directly across from it started turning.

"Seal it, seal that door!" As another cleric went to do as he said, Octavian turned to face the Doctor. "Doctor, how long have we got?"

"Five minutes, max."

"Nine." Emma said rather boredly. The Doctor had been typing away on a keyboard, but he quickly looked up at that.

"Five."

She tore her eyes away from one of the doors to give him a confused look. "What are you getting at me for? I didn't say anything."

"Yeah," he narrowed his eyes. "you said nine."

"No, I didn't. You're hearing things."

"We need another way out of here." River interrupted.

Octavian sighed, looking away. "There isn't one."

"Yeah, there is, 'course there is." The Doctor walked away from the monitor. "This is a galaxy class ship, goes for years between planet-falls. So," he spun around, holding onto a chair with one hand and snapping his fingers with the other. "what do they need?"

"I don't know." Emma shrugged. "Drugs?"

"Of course."

She looked to River with wide eyes. "Wait, really?" The look she got told her that River wasn't speaking to her and she gave an awkward smile. "Alright, I give up. What do they need?" She scowled when the Doctor snapped his fingers again.

"Can we get in there?" Octavian asked.

"Well, it's a sealed unit, but they must have installed it somehow." He made his way to the wall directly across from the main door, pressing his ear to it for a moment. "This whole wide should slide up. There's clamps!" He shoved some sort of box out of the way, while a couple clerics pulled away another. "Release the clamps!" He pulled out his screwdriver and used it on the clamps at the bottom of the wall.

"What's through there?" Amy murmured. "What do they need?"

River turned to look over her shoulder. "They need to breathe." Once the Doctor had finished with the clamps, he stepped back and the wall slowly slid up to reveal an entire forest. Both Amy and Emma came up behind him as he smiled, their eyes wide with shock and wonder.

"But that's...that's a..."

"That's a freakin' forest!" Emma finished for her, giving a breathless, somewhat bitter laugh.

"It's an oxygen factory." River smiled, hands on her hips.

"Or, you know," she looked back at her. "an entire forest inside a spaceship."

"Yeah, it's a forest inside a spaceship." She nodded. "It's an oxygen factory."

"And, if we're lucky, an escape route." The Doctor said.

Emma stepped up to the Doctor's side, a grin starting to appear on her face. "Wow. Eight." She was awfully puzzled when his head snapped to the side and he gave her a strange look. "What?"

"What did you say?" He, River, and Amy almost comically asked at once.

"Um, I asked 'what?'" Her anger from earlier had gone and been replaced with confusion long ago. She wasn't entirely sure what was going on.

"Is there another exit?" The Doctor slapped his hands together. "Scan the architecture, we don't have time to get lost in there."

"On it!" Octavian jogged into the forest. "Stay where you are until I've checked the Rad levels."

Amy grabbed onto the Doctor's shoulder. "But trees! On a space ship." The words had barely left her mouth before he ran out into the forest.

"Oh, more than trees, way better than trees. You're going to love this." He spun around. "Treeborgs! Trees," he pulled a chunk of moss down to reveal some wires. "plus technology! Branches become cables, become sensors on the hull. A forest sucking in starlight, breathing out air. It even rains. There's a whole mini-climate. It as an eco-pod running through the heart of the ship. A forest in a bottle, on a spaceship, in a maze. Have I impressed you yet, Amy Pond?" She giggled and started to answer, but was interrupted by Emma.

"Seven." It was said in a bored tone again as if she was trying to encourage somebody's one-sided conversation without really listening to them. She looked away from the forest when the Doctor ran up to her.

"Seven?"

"Why do you keep asking me about numbers?" She huffed. "Last time I checked, this wasn't Sesame Street. Far from it, actually." It was meant to be a joke, but he wasn't laughing, nor was she. He searched her eyes with his own.

"You said seven."

She took a step back from him, not entirely sure why she was suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "I did? I don't think so."

"Yes, you did." River agreed with the Doctor from where she was leaning back against one of the monitors, her arms crossed over her chest. Emma switched her gaze from her to Amy, as she agreed, too.

"I didn't say anything!" That feeling in her eyes was beginning to come back, as well as her anger. Though, it was more frustration than the rage it had been before. She was beginning to get sick of going back and forth with her emotions. Being tired really messed her up. "Why do you people keep telling me I said things when I didn't? It's not as if I have short-term memory, I'd know whether or not I've said something." She watched the Doctor as he continued to look her over, even when Octavian spoke to him.

"Doctor! There's an exit, far end of the ship, into the Primary Flight Deck."

He looked back for only a second or two before returning to looking into Emma's eyes. "Good, that's where we need to go."

"Plotting a safe path."

"Quick as you like!"

"Doctor?" Came Bob's voice from inside his jacket. "Excuse me?" He finally looked away, pulling the radio out of his jacket and heading to the seat that was in the middle of the three monitors, Amy and Emma close behind. "Hello, Doctor? A-Angel Bob here, sir."

He sat in the chair and spun it around to face the forest. "Ah. There you are, Angel Bob. How's life? Sorry!" His eyes widened slightly. "Bad subject."

"The Angels are wondering what you hope to achieve."

"Achieve? We're not achieving anything. We're just hanging. It's nice in here, consoles, comfy chairs, a forest. How's things with you?"

"The Angels are feasting, sir. Soon we will be able to absorb enough power to consume this vessel, this world, and all the stars and worlds beyond."

"Well, we've got comfy chairs, did I mention?"

"We have no need of comfy chairs."

"I made him say comfy chairs!" He grinned.

Despite her anger, Emma couldn't stop herself from laughing along with Amy and said, "Six." Amy and River looked at her then each other and the Doctor jumped out of the chair as if it had lit him on fire.

"Okay, well, enough chat. Here's what I want to know: what have you done to Emma?"

"There's something in her eye."

"What's in her eye?"

"We are."

"What?" Emma backed up against one of the consoles when the Doctor approached her quickly. "Stop it! I'm five." She paused when she realized she had actually said a number this time and everyone was looking at her with concern. "Five. Fine! I-I-I'm fine." She managed to stutter out her lie. The problem with her eyes probably wasn't because of the Angel, anyway. It must have been her exhaustion or a stubborn speck of dust. Must have.

"You're counting."

She gave River a nervous look. "I'm sorry?"

"You've been counting down from ten." Amy told her, concern evident in her voice. "You've been doin' it for a few minutes now, how have you not noticed?"

"I..." She shook her head, not sure why she hadn't noticed. "Why have I been counting?"

"I don't know."

Her eyes snapped to the Doctor once he'd answered. "What am I counting down to, then?"

"I don't know." He repeated. The radio suddenly flickered to life again.

"We shall take her. We shall take all of you. We shall have dominion over all time and space."

He threw himself down into the chair again, picking the radio back up. "Get a life, Bob. Oops, sorry again." He gave a laugh, not even sounding remotely sorry that time. "There's power on this ship, but nowhere near that much."

"With respect, sir, there is more power on this ship than you yet understand." There was a screeching sound coming from all around them.

"What's that?" River looked up. "Dear God, what is it?"

"They're back."

"It's hard to put in your terms, Doctor Song, but as I best understand it, the Angels are laughing."

The Doctor leaned forward and brought the radio up to his lips, nearly whispering. "Laughing?"

"Because you haven't noticed yet." He stood up. "The Doctor in the TARDIS hasn't noticed."

"Doctor-"

"No, wait!" He held a finger up to Octavian, approaching the forest slowly. "There's something I've..." He looked back to see a glowing crack in the wall above the door. "Missed." He ran over to it, pushing a box with him, and Amy followed.

"That's...that's like the crack in my bedroom wall when I was a little girl."

"Yes."

"Okay, enough, we're moving out!" Octavian yelled and the clerics ran off. River agreed, but didn't move as the Doctor climbed up onto the box.

"Yeah. Fine!"

"What are you doing?"

"Be right with you." He pulled out his sonic and reached up to use it on the crack.

"We're not leaving without you!"

"Oh, yes, you are. Bishop?"

"Miss Pond, Miss Walker, Doctor Song, now!" Hearing that, River grabbed onto Amy and Emma and dragged them out to the forest, the former yelling for the Doctor to follow them. They slowed down considerably once they'd made it a little ways through the trees, and Emma began to feel lightheaded. Her head pounded, her eyes hurt, and her legs were feeling wobbly. River was the first to notice.

"Emma?"

That had Amy looking back. "What's wrong?"

"I..." She gulped. "Four." She took another step forward and that's when her legs gave out, sending her crashing onto her hands and knees in the dirt. Amy gasped and ran to one side of her, while River kneeled by her vacant side.

"Med-scanner, now!" One of the clerics handed the device to her and she began to use it immediately.

"Doctor Song, we can't stay here, we've got to keep moving." Octavian said to her.

"We wait for the Doctor." She wrapped the scanner around one of Emma's biceps.

"Our mission is to make this wreckage safe and neutralize the Angels. Until that is achieved-"

"Father Octavian, when the Doctor is in the room, your only mission is to keep him alive long enough to get everyone else home." She turned around to look at him. "And trust me, it's not easy. Now, if he's dead back there, I'll never forgive myself, and if he's alive, I'll never forgive him. And, Doctor, you're standing right behind me, aren't you?"

"Oh, yeah."

She looked to the Doctor, who was now missing his jacket, and her amused look betrayed her words, "I hate you."

"Bishop, the Angels are in the forest." He practically skipped off of the rocks he'd been standing on, running over to sit in front of Emma.

"How did you get past them?" River whispered.

"Found a crack in the wall and told them it was the end of the universe."

Amy raised an eyebrow at him. "What was it?"

"...the end of the universe." He said quickly before grabbing the med-scanner that was attached to Emma's arm. "Let's have a look, then."

"Doctor," Emma nearly whimpered. "what's wrong with me?"

"Nothing, you're fine." River attempted to reassure her, but the Doctor soon ruined that.

"Everything, you're dying."

"Doctor!" Both she and Amy were quick to snap at him.

"Yes, you're right, if we lie to her, she'll get all better!" He shot back. "Right. Emma, Emma, Emma!" He switched his gaze back to the girl who was starting to curl up on the ground, unable to keep herself up any longer. "What's wrong with Emma? Something's in her eye, what does that mean? Doesn't mean anything."

"Could you stop?" She murmured.

"Busy."

"Terrified!"

He actually hesitated for the briefest second. "'Course you're terrified, you're dying, shut up."

"Just let him think, Emma." River said the words in a comforting tone.

"What happened?" He jumped up. "She stared at the Angel, she looked into the eyes of an Angel for too long..."

"Sir! Angel, incoming!" A cleric had his gun pointed at an Angel that was hiding amongst the trees.

"And here!" Another cleric called.

"Keep visual contact," Octavian told them. "do not let it move!"

The Doctor began pacing back and forth, rubbing his hands together. "Come on, wakey, wakey." He slapped himself in the head a couple times. "She watched an Angel climb out of the screen. She stared at the Angel and...and..."

"Doctor, what was it that that book said?" Amy furrowed her brow. "Uh, the image of an Angel is an Angel?"

"A living image in a human mind." He sat back down. "We stare at them to stop them getting closer, we don't even blink and that's exactly what they want, 'cause as long as our eyes are open, they can climb inside. There's an Angel in her mind!" He started to grin and quickly slapped a hand over his mouth. River's jaw dropped.

"Three." Emma's voice shook. "Doctor, I'm so scared..."

"Please just shut up, I'm thinking. Now, counting, what's that about?" He lifted up the radio, standing and walking off. "Bob, why are they making her count?"

"To make her afraid, sir."

"Okay, but why? What for?"

"For fun, sir. They want her to be as scared as I was before I died." The more Bob spoke, the more the Doctor's smile faded. "It makes them laugh, sir." The Doctor paused before he gave a growl and threw the radio aside.

"Doctor, what's happening to her?" Amy finally asked. "Explain!"

"Inside her head," he sat back down in front of Emma. "inside your head, in the vision centers of your brain, there's an Angel. It's like there's a screen, a virtual screen inside your mind, and the Angel is climbing out of it, and..." He looked back up to Amy and River, worry on all their faces. "It's coming to shut you off."

"What do I do? How do I stop it?" Emma could barely speak. "Or do I just let it happen?"

"If it was a screen, what would we do?" He stood and started to pace back and forth again. "We'd pull the plug, but we can't just knock her out, the Angel would take her over."

"Then what? Quickly!"

"We've got to shut down the vision centers of her brain. We've got to pull the plug, starve the Angel."

River shook her head, looking at the med-scanner. "Doctor, she's got seconds."

"How would you starve your lungs?"

"I'd stop breathing."

"Emma, close your eyes!"

"Do I have to?" She looked up at him and he nodded, smiling slightly.

"Yes."

"That's bad 'cause I don't want to."

"No, that's good! That's very good because that's not you, that's the Angel inside you, it's afraid!" He knelt beside her, stroking her hair. "Do it. Close your eyes, Emma."

Her eyes remained on him until she fought the Angel and snapped them shut. Strength surged through her, not enough to make her want to get up and dance around the forest, but enough to make her feel as if she wasn't going to die just yet. "She's normalizing." River sighed in relief. "You did it!" That earned her a grin from the Doctor. "You did it."

As some clerics yelled about more Angels approaching, Emma felt hands helping her to sit up. "Up you go." She realized it was the Doctor who was helping her. "How are you feeling, then?"

"Better." She nearly smiled.

"Still weak." River took the scanner off. "Dangerous to move her."

"Can I open my eyes now? Or did the Angel make me blind and my eyes are open, but I don't know it?" She was able to joke again, but the Doctor remained serious, bending over in front of her.

"Emma, listen to me. If you open your eyes now for more than a second, you will die. The Angel is still inside you. We haven't stopped it, we've just...sort of...paused it." As he continued River and Amy eached wrapped an arm around her to try and give her some form of comfort. "You've used up your countdown. You cannot open your eyes."

She shook her head. "I only got to three, I think."

"Emma, do not open your eyes. Do you understand me?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

"Doctor, we're too exposed here." Octavian looked around. "We have to move on."

The Doctor straightened his back. "We're exposed everywhere, and Emma can't move, and anyway, that's not the plan."

"There's a plan?" River asked.

"I don't know yet, I haven't finished talking." He hopped over a rock, clapping his hands together. "Right, Father! You and your clerics will stay here, look after Emma. If anything happens to her, I'll hold every single one of you personally responsible, twice. River, Amy, you two and me, were going to find the Primary Flight Deck, which is..." He licked his finger and held it up into the air, as if trying to figure out which way wind was coming from. "A quarter mile straight ahead. We'll stabilize the wreckage, stop the Angels, and cure Emma."

"How?" There was disbelief in River's voice.

"I'll do a thing."

"What thing?"

"I don't know, it's a thing in progress. Respect the thing. Moving out!" He clapped his hands together and started toward the Flight Deck, but Amy and River had yet to move, and Octavian stepped in his way.

"Doctor, I'm coming with you. My clerics can look after Miss Walker. These are my best men, they'd lay down their lives in her protection."

"I don't need you."

"I don't care. Where Doctor Song goes, I go." River approached as he'd said that.

"What?" The Doctor looked at her and then back to Octavian. "You two engaged or something?"

"Yes." Octavian almost looked disgusted. "In a manner of speaking. Marco! You're in charge until I get back." With that, he followed River in the direction that the Doctor had pointed to. Amy hesitantly left her friend to follow.

"Doctor?" Emma turned her head in the direction that she'd heard the Doctor talking. "Can I come? I dont need anyone dying for me, clerics or otherwise, and...I don't want to be alone."

"You'd slow us down, Miss Walker!"

"Which would result in your death." She gave a bitter laugh. "Okay, great, maybe I'll just feel around for an Angel and let it kill me so you can all run off."

The Doctor sat beside her. "Stop talking like that. You'll be safer here. We can't protect you on the move. I'll be back for you soon as I can. Promise."

"It's not me that I'm worried about, Doctor." She muttered. "I don't want them dying because of me."

"It's going to be fine, alright?" He stood, yelling to the clerics. "Good luck, everyone! Behave. Do not let that girl open her eyes. And keep watching the forest! Stop those Angels advancing. Emma, later." He ruffled her hair before he ran off. "River, gonna need your computer!"

"Yeah, sure." She began to pick at her nails, trying to occupy herself. She tensed when two large hands grabbed tightly onto hers, but calmed considerably when she heard the Doctor's voice.

"Emma, you need to start trusting me, it's never been more important."

"Why?" She asked, frustration seeping into her voice. "I've barely known you for that long. You're always mucking about and getting me into awful situations. You've never given me a reason to trust you, not once."

He sighed. "I know. But if I always gave you a reason to, I wouldn't need you to trust me."

"I'm sorry. Please don't leave me." Before she could stop it, a tear fell down her cheek and she slipped her hands out from under his to move them on top, grabbing them tighter than he had grabbed hers. "I'm trying to be brave, but I..."

"Shh, I'll never leave you." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Not ever." His lips moved to her cheek, a quarter of an inch from her mouth. "Don't cry, I hate it when you do that. Just...remember. I need you to trust me and remember, okay?"

"Remember what?" She furrowed her brow in confusion. "And I've never..." She trailed off when she realized that his lips were gone, as well as his hands. "Doctor?" She was met with silence. "Doctor?" Despite that fact that it was clear that he was gone, she finished, "I've never cried in front of you before."

A/N - Wow. Okay, that took forever to finish! Also, do I spy with my little eye a bit of romance between Emma and the future Doctor? Hm. I don't know. What do you think? Any spelling mistakes are because it's three in the morning and I'm tired as sin.