If this ones seems to be really long... it's probably because it is. I couldn't find a place that I wanted to break it where it would still seem okay. So, sorry if you don't like long chapters. And sorry if the end seems a little bit sped up. I tried. Still I really hope you enjoy it, and thanks again so much to those who read/review/story alert/favorite etc.
yo no... never mind. after 4 years in spanish class, you'd think I'd know how to say it... I don't own Doctor Who! =P
Rory stopped his studying for a moment when he thought he heard a sound at the window. Both he and Amy looked up from the different activities they'd been doing with a glint of fear in their eyes. At the wedding, their friend had told them stories. Stories that most would believe to be very outlandish and too mad to believe, but for the two other friends among the trio, they'd believed in things like a flying space man and invisible cracks in the wall for years. Added stories about even more scary aliens was just another story that would be hard not to believe. Especially for Amy Pond. She had put her faith into these stories too easily, and still secretly waited for the raggedy man to reappear. She always denied it, but of course Rory Williams could read her like she was one of his favorite books.
After a moment of silence at the window, Amy glanced over to Rory who gave her the same "I don't know" look that she was giving him. She shrugged and they returned back to what they were doing; Amy had reached a new level on a computer game that had been recently installed on Rory's computer, and Rory had just read the same sentence over again by accident for about the fifth time. They were both very bored.
A second of two later there was another sound at the window. Rory got up this time to go check it out. "Stop Rory! It might be something." Amy warned. Rory sent a smirk her way, as if she was being silly or ridiculous but turned around and gulped. He hoped that there was simply a cat, or a branch, scratching at the window and not something bound to kill them.
He walked up to the window and reached for the blinds to pull. Before they were up all the way, a face appeared looking through the window. Rory made a girlish squeal sound and jumped away from the window. Amy was suddenly giggling as she took his place at the window and moved the latch to unlock it. "Relax Rory, it's only Mels!" she made her way back to Rory's spinny chair as Mels let herself in.
The girl was gasping for breath. "Rory you should have seen your face!" She choked. "All I wanted was for you to let me in and you had the funniest face, mate!"
Rory sat down at his bed and rolled his eyes. Would Mels ever grow out of… whatever she was doing? It didn't seem likely, and quite frankly, she shouldn't have been there. "Mels, you can't be here." He said, instant guilt panged in his chest.
Mels raised an eyebrow. "oh, and why not?" She looked behind her where her entrance had been. "I'd say I did a pretty good job finding my way. And I'm here right now, so I can."
He shook his head. As much as he'd like for Mels to stay, she always made things a bit more interesting, he didn't want to get in trouble. And that was something that Mels was too good at.
Mels sat on Rory's dresser and looked down at him. "Who's gonna know?"
He bit his lip. "Mum will if she comes up here." He looked away. "She's… not too fond of you at the moment."
Mels' mouth dropped open. "Not to…Not to fond of me! But I saved the day! Did she not see what had happened?"
Rory shook his head. "Still, she blames you for Jeremy. No one believes you about how he went missing."
"I believe you." Amy interjected. Rory nodded. He'd actually seen it, he believed Mels too. Convincing his mother, though, that aliens had been at his cousins wedding was something entirely different. She had banned Rory from ever seeing Mels again. In a way, he thought that it was quite odd, because she hadn't completely done anything wrong. But his mum was just temperamental and thought Mels to be a wedding ruiner...maybe that was why Mels had said she didn't do weddings.
Mels smiled. "Well, that's just terrible." She didn't seem to care too much. "But I just climbed up the side and onto the bloody roof to crawl through a cobwebbed window so I could be around my friends. She'll just have to grow up."
Amy laughed then and Rory joined in quickly. The image of Mels standing up to his mum and telling her to "grow up" was very funny.
I guess that the wedding was just proof that even when I try doing good things, I'll still be the bad guy.
The wedding was boring. Rory's cousin and the man she was marrying we're both pretty. They had picked a very pretty garden with statues placed here and there for "beautiful" decorations, they both had nice hair and pretty eyes, and they were both so happy and in love with each other that it nearly made me sick. I wanted to pull a gun out and cause a distraction long enough to get away from them all.
Despite what Rory had said, his older relatives still stood over him and repeatedly told him how much he'd grown and how 'handsome' he was becoming. Amy and I had bolted after one of his aunts had settled in on telling us how adorable we were as his friends.
"Do you think he'll be mad at us?" Amy asked. We were hiding underneath one of the tables, both of us skinny enough to fit, and we'd stolen some biscuits from the concession table.
"Who cares?" I commented. "He'll get over it real quick."
"But he didn't want to come here." She stuffed another one into her mouth.
"I didn't want to come here." I growled. I knew that we all didn't, but I shouldn't have given in so easily. The cake wasn't even that good. We'd already stolen a piece off the back.
"I know you two are under here." Rory poked his head under the table cloth. He looked a bit disappointed in us. "What?" I asked, still grumpy.
"Just… I expected a better hiding spot." He smiled.
I rolled my eyes as we pulled him in before anyone could see (although, someone probably did see.)
"The best man has gone missing." Rory announced. "No one knows where he is but the wedding is postponed until then."
"Good can we go home then?" I asked.
"Shhhh" they both put their fingers to their lips.
"We've got to get you a volume button Mels." Amy joked.
"Scoot over." I pushed Rory closer to Amy in the most inconspicuous way I possibly could. They ended up squished together while I had just enough room. Amy about pushed Rory back at me but he had seen it coming and had leaned backwards out of the way of her pushing hands.
"Now I'm squished!" she whined.
"oh boo-hoo!" I taunted. Generally I wouldn't be so mean, especially to Amy, but I really didn't enjoy being there. Every minute that went by was spent in white frosting filled agony. It was so boring.
Eventually Tabetha found us. She was still weary of me after the scissors incident and had recently been in a panic because the best man had indeed gone missing and she had been scared that whatever had "taken" the best man must have taken her daughter as well.
I was stuck barely listening to her lecture onto us about how we shouldn't be doing silly things like hiding under tables and running with scissors at our age when something caught my eye. It felt like the garden, or something in it, had moved.
I looked around to see if anyone else had seen it, but Amy and Rory both had their eyes on Tabetha as she droned on. When I glanced back, it had changed again. There were two statues a few meters away that I was sure hadn't been the before.
My mind began racing, trying to think of the reason that they looked so familiar. Madame Kovarian was always preparing me for something, and although I didn't know what it was, I always seemed to know a lot about extraterrestrial beings. It got to the point where I couldn't hear Tabetha at all as I continued staring at the lady statues. The words don't blink, don't blink continued to run through my mind, and I could feel that it had some kind of connection to whatever the monster in front of me was.
"What are you looking at?" Rory asked. Amy and her mum were standing off to the side arguing about what she's allowed to do. Amy was saying that it was perfectly fine to hide under tables if you can fit and to chase a boy around with scissors if he needed a haircut. Tabetha had then brought up her psychiatrist. They all still believed that she had abandonment issues, and they were trying to solve them, therapist after therapist, but they simply couldn't have predicted that the Doctor really had appeared at her house one night to ruin the rest of her life.
Of course! The Doctor! "I've got it!" I said, apparently to Rory, since he was still standing beside me.
"Got what?" he tried to follow me as I paced for a second.
"The Doctor encountered these things. They sent him back to 1969." It had been funny, reading about it in one of the Churches history books. They had documented every move the Doctor had ever made, and then I'd stolen the book for light reading one night. But it had been funny because I had met the Doctor in 1969. Sure, he wasn't in America, it was a different regeneration, and he wasn't trying to kill me, but I always thought afterwards that there must have been some coincidence in that.
Still, the tenth Doctor hadn't come to 1969 by his TARDIS or any kind of Vortex Manipulator. The book had explained it all. They were called Angels. Stone statues that often looked like the human version of an angel. They would send you back in time and then feed off of the future energy you could have had. I thought that it was quite genius really, how they went about their business, but it wasn't exactly something anyone would fancy happening at a wedding. Even if you did hate weddings.
Amy had finally escaped from her mum. "The Doctor? What are you talking about?"
I pointed at the angel. "Do you see them statues?" she nodded. "If you blink, they'll probably appear closer. They can only move when you can't see them."
Amy quirked an eyebrow. "That sounds stupid."
"But it's true!" I defended.
Amy looked at me, examining my face. She then nodded. "Okay. So what's so bad about them?" I explained what they do and in return got confused glances.
I sighed. "It's okay, we just need to keep them away from your party guest or we'll have another incident like what had happened with the best man."
"How do you keep them away? They're just standing there." Rory noted.
"well, none of us have looked away have we?" I asked. I looked at the two to be sure that they somehow had my attention. "Let's go further into the garden, away from the wedding." I didn't know how to get rid of angels, but at least we could keep them away from everyone else.
"Okay." They both said. We ran through their arms and then picked up the speed until we were far enough out that all we could hear was the music playing with no one dancing.
"They moved." Rory looked shocked as he turned back to see that they were following us.
"She did say they would. Stupidhead." Amy replied. She turned to me. "Mels, what do we do?"
I shrugged. "How should I know? Just keep staring until they go away. That's sounds good enough."
"Why did you want to lure them here if you don't know what to do?" Rory questioned.
I sighed. "Because we're younger than most of the people here. We've got more of a future than them, so that makes us perfect bait." I guess, in a sense, we would have been 'bigger meals" than the old farts at the wedding.
"well… wait a second." Rory and I looked over to Amy as she formulated an idea. "You said that they won't move if you stare at them." She took a chance to glance at me and Rory, we both were looking at her, and quickly looked back to the Angels in a panic. "So why don't we just make them look at themselves?" She smiled, proud of herself. "problem solved."
I was the first to break eye contact with the statues. "Amy you're a genius!" I jumped over to her and hugged her excited and confused. I wasn't the touchy type, but Amy's brilliant reminder called for it. How could I have not remembered that? It had been how Sally Sparrow had tricked them in the book.
"One thing," Rory intruded. "How are we to do it?"
I moved away from Amy quickly and grinned. "Oh, that'll be easy." I grabbed at Amy's arm and pulled Rory closer to me by the sleeve. Then we walked right between the two angels. I looked between my two friends. "Now you've got to listen, when I tell you what to do, you have to do it that instant." I warily watched the two statues that Amy and Rory were keeping an eye on. Amy nodded and Rory said "Okay…"
"Okay," I repeated, hoping really hard that it would work. If not, we'd all be doomed and our futures would be even more messed up. The angels sensed that I was sure, that was why they were still hangin' around, in the hopes of feeding off of our wacky future energy. "Ready?" I asked. I didn't really wait for a reply though. "BLINK!" I shouted. We hopefully all three closed our eyes. I quickly opened mine back up to investigate. Amy had done the same and was looking at the statues with a smile on her face. "So, they can't do anything now?" She asked.
"yeah." I agreed. The two statues had fallen right into our trap and had turned towards us, causing them to stare into each others eyes. Rory still stood between them, covering his head, waiting for the attack. "You can open your eyes now Rory!" I laughed. He did and then speedily moved away from the ladies.
"Alien statues…" he mused. "Good, that'll be something nice to put on my resume when I'm twenty."
Amy lifted a delicate eyebrow in his direction as Mrs. Williams came running over. "Kids what happened?" she asked.
Some things about series 5 still confuse me. One of them is that in the Big Bang, by causing the Big Bang 2, the Doctor had reset the Universe, so that means that pretty much everything that happened in series 5 never happened...right? But it happens for River because she's traveling backwards… or does it? I just don't know if that stuff happens to her. I mean, it's got to right? But maybe it doesn't anymore? MOFFAT!
Anyway, if we go by the logic that series 5 mostly never happens, then Amy never runs into the Angels with the Doctor...I think.
So yeah...