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Ch. 29:
"There was only one Angel on the ship." River told The Doctor. "Just the one, I swear."
"Could they have been here already?" Amy asked.
"The Aplans, how did they die out?" the Doctor asked.
"Nobody knows." River replied.
"We know." The Doctor said.
"They don't look like Angels." Octavian pointed out.
"And they're not fast." Amy added. "You said they were fast. They should have had us by now."
"They're dying." The Doctor said. "Losing their form. They must have been down here for centuries, starving."
"Losing their image." Amy said.
"And their image is their power." The Doctor agreed, pausing. "Power. Power!"
"Doctor?" Amy asked.
"Don't you see?" he asked. "All that radiation spilling out, the drive burn. The crash 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 fast." River said.
"Bob, Angelo, Christian, come in, please." Octavian called into his radio. "Any of you, come in!"
"It's Bob, sir." Came the reply. "Sorry, sir."
"Bob, are Angelo and Christian with you?" Octavian asked. "All the statues are active. I repeat, all the statues are active!"
"I know, sir." Bob replied. "Angelo and Christian are dead, sir. The statues killed them, sir."
The Doctor snatched the radio away.
"Bob, Sacred Bob, it's me, the Doctor." He called. "Where are you now?"
"I'm talking to my-" Octavian started crossly.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, shut up!" the Doctor interrupted.
"I'm on my way up to you, sir." Bob told him. "I'm homing on your signal."
"Well done, Bob." The Doctor said. "Scared keeps you fast, told you, didn't I? Your friends, Bob, what did the Angel do to them?"
"Snapped their necks, sir." Bob replied.
"That's odd." The Doctor mused. "That's not how the Angels kill you, they displace you in time. Unless they needed the bodies for something."
Octavian snatched the radio back.
"Bob, did you check their data packs for vital signs?" he asked. "We may be able to initiate a rescue plan."
The Doctor snatched the radio back again.
"Don't be an idiot!" he said. "The Angels don't leave you alive!"
He put the radio back to his mouth.
"Bob, keep running." He ordered. "But tell me, how did you escape?"
"I didn't escape, sir." Bob replied. "The Angel killed me, too."
They all looked at each other.
"What do you mean the Angel killed you too?" the Doctor asked.
"Snapped my neck, sir." Bob told him. "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?" the Doctor asked him.
"You're not talking to me, sir." Bob replied. "The Angel has no voice. It stripped my cerebral cortex from my body and re-animated 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 said.
"It's the Angel that's coming, sir, yes." Bob replied.
"No way out." The Doctor told the others.
"Then we get out through the wreckage." Octavian said. "Go!"
"Go, go, go." The Doctor ordered. "All of you run!"
"Doctor?" Amy asked.
"Yes, I'm coming, just go, go, go!" the Doctor told her.
Amy and River left with the clerics, leaving only the Doctor and Octavian.
"Called you an idiot." The Doctor said. "Sorry, but there's no way we could have 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."
He turned and walked away, leaving the Doctor alone.
"Angel Bob, which Angel am I talking to?" he finally asked. "The one from the ship?"
"Yes, sir." Angel Bob replied. "The other Angels are still restoring."
"Ah, so the Angel is not in the wreckage." The Doctor said. "Thank you."
The Doctor quickly ran along the passage and saw Amy standing there.
"Don't wait for me, go, run." He told her.
"I can't!" she said as he ran past.
He came back.
"No, really, I can't." she told him.
"Why not?" the Doctor asked.
"Look at it." She said. "Look at my hand. It's stone."
The rest of them entered an open chamber, and above them was the ship.
"Well." Octavian said. "There it is-the Byzantium."
"Well, it's got to be 30 feet." River said. "How do we get up there?"
"Check all these exits." Octavian ordered. "I want them all secure."
The Doctor was flashing his torch in Amy's eyes.
"You looked into the eyes of an Angel, didn't you?" he asked.
"I couldn't stop myself." She said. "I tried."
"Listen." He told her. "It's messing with your head. Your hand is not made of stone."
"It is." She insisted. "Look at it!"
"It's in your mind." The Doctor told her. "I promise you. You can move that hand. You can let go."
"I can't, okay?" she shot back. "I've tried and I can't. It's stone."
The torch began to flicker.
"The Angel is going to come and it's gonna turn this light off, and there's nothing I can do to stop it." He told her. "So do it, concentrate, move your hand!"
"I can't!" she told him.
"Then we're both going to die." He replied.
"You're not going to die." She said.
"They'll kill the lights." He said.
The lights flickered and the Angels around them moved closer.
"You've got to go, you know you have." Amy told him. "You've got all that stuff with River and that's all got to happen. You know you can't die here! You promised the Phoenix you wouldn't leave her, right? So she's probably waiting for you. You have to go back to her, so you can't die here."
"Time can be re-written." The Doctor said. "And promises broken. It doesn't work like that."
The light flickered again and Amy turned to look at the Angels.
"Keep your eyes on it." The Doctor told her. "Don't blink."
"Run!" Amy told him.
"You see, I'm not going, I'm not leaving you here." the Doctor said.
"I don't need you to die for me, Doctor." She told him. "Do I look that clingy?"
"You can move your hand." The Doctor told her.
"It's stone." She insisted.
"It's not stone!" he insisted.
"Those people up there will die without you." Amy said. "If you stay here with me, you'll have as good as killed them."
"Amy Pond, you are magnificent." The Doctor said, leaning his forehead against her head. "And I'm sorry."
"It's okay." She said. "I understand. You've got to leave me."
"Oh, no, I'm not leaving you, never." He told her. "I'm sorry about this."
He leaned down and bit her hand, making her scream as she moved it.
"See, not stone." He told her. "Now run!"
"You bit me!" she accused.
"Yep and you're alive." He told her.
"I've got a mark!" she said. "Look at my hand!"
"Yeah, and you're alive, did I mention?" he said, pulling her behind him.
"Blimey, your teeth!" she complained. "Have you got space teeth?"
"Alive." He said. "All I'm saying."
They ran.
One of the clerics ran back to the open space.
"The statues are advancing along all corridors." He reported. "And, sir, my torch keeps flickering."
"They all do." Octavian said.
"So does the gravity globe." River pointed out.
"Clerics, we're down to four men." Octavian called. "Expect incoming."
"Yeah, it's the Angels." The Doctor said as he and Amy entered. "They're coming. And they're draining the power for themselves."
"Which means we won't be able to see them." Octavian said.
"Which means we can't stay here." The Doctor agreed.
"There are more incoming!" Octavian called.
"Any suggestions?" River asked.
"The statues are advancing on all sides and we don't have the climbing equipment to reach the Byzantium." Octavian said.
"There's no way up, no way back, no way out." River said. "No pressure, but this is usually when you have a really good idea."
"There's always a way out." The Doctor replied.
The light flickered off and when they came back, the Angels were closer, blocking the passages.
"There's always a way out." The Doctor repeated.
"Doctor?" Angel Bob called. "Can I speak to the Doctor, please?"
"Hello, Angels." The Doctor replied. "What's your problem?"
"Your power will not last much longer, and the Angels will be with you shortly." Angel Bob said. "Sorry, sir."
"Why are you telling me this?" the Doctor asked.
"There's something the Angels are very keen you should know before the end." Angel Bob said.
"Which is?" the Doctor asked.
"I died in fear." Angel Bob said.
"I'm sorry?" the Doctor asked.
"You told me my fear would keep alive but I died afraid, in pain and alone." Angel Bob told him. "You made me trust you, and when it mattered, you let me down."
"What are they doing?" Amy whispered to River.
"They're trying to make him angry." River whispered back.
"I'm sorry, sir." Angel Bob said. "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." The Doctor told the Angels angrily. "I'm sorry you're dead, Bob, but I swear to whatever is left of you, they will be sorrier."
"But you're trapped, sir," Angel Bob said, "and about to die."
"Yeah, I'm trapped." The Doctor replied. "Speaking of traps, this trap has got a great big mistake in it. A great big, whopping mistake!"
"What mistake, sir?" Angel Bob asked.
"Trust me?" the Doctor asked Amy.
"Yeah." Amy replied immediately.
"Trust me?" he asked River.
"Always." She replied.
"You lot-" he asked Octavian. "Trust me?"
"Sir, two more incoming!" a cleric called.
"We have faith, sir." Octavian told the Doctor.
"Then give me your gun." The Doctor said.
Octavian handed it over.
"I'm about to do something incredibly stupid and dangerous." He told them. "When I do…" he jumped in place, "jump."
"Jump where?" Octavian asked.
"Just jump, high as you can." The Doctor told them. "Come on, leap of faith, Bishop. On my signal."
"What signal?" Octavian asked.
"You won't miss it." The Doctor replied.
He aimed the gun at the roof.
"Sorry, can I ask again?" Angel Bob called. "You mentioned a mistake?"
"Oh, big mistake." The Doctor replied. "Huge. 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?" Angel Bob asked.
"Me." The Doctor replied.
He fired and the gravity globe exploded.
A/N: And that's it for Time of the Angels. Let me know what you thought.
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