Blink: Green Eyed Monsters
"Excuse me?" Sally blinked, not sure what he was talking about.
"Like a DVD extra, yeah?" Larry said before seeing Sally still looked confused, "You know how on DVDs they put extras on, documentaries and stuff? Well, sometimes they put on hidden ones, and they call them Easter Eggs. You have to look for them, follow a bunch of clues in the menu screen."
"Complicated," the man spoke, the pause slipping yet again.
"Sorry," Larry paused it once more, "It's interesting, actually. He is on seventeen different DVDs along with these two other women. There are seventeen totally unrelated DVDs, all with them on, always hidden away, always a secret. Not even the publishers know how they got there. I've talked to the manufacturers, right? They don't even know. They're like...a ghost DVD extra. Just shows up where they're not supposed to be. But only on those. Those seventeen."
"Well, what does he do?" Sally eyed the still frame.
"Just sits there making random remarks. It's like we're hearing half a conversation. Me and the guys are always trying to work out the other half."
"When you say you and the guys," Sally turned to him, "You mean the internet, don't you?"
"How d'you know?" Larry frowned, staring at her.
Sally smirked, taking a leaf out of that ginger woman's book, "I'm psychic," she laughed, "Spooky, isn't it?"
"Very complicated," the Egg kicked to life again.
"Florence?" the manager called from the front as Larry rolled his eyes at the twist on his name, "Need you!"
"'Scuse me a sec," Larry smiled at Sally apologetically before dashing off.
Sally watched as the picture began to play, a woman with red hair moved the camera off the man and onto herself and she frowned, that girl...where had she seen her before?
"People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint…"
"Angel!" the man called.
Sally gasped, realizing WHERE she'd seen the woman, at the house, that Angel woman, it was HER! But...why had she been there? Where had she gon? Why was she on this DVD?
The camera hifted to the man pulling the camera back to him, "It's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly, timey wimey stuff."
"It's not like that at all!" the woman shouted off-screen, but kept the camera on him anyway, "Honestly, you make it more confusing than it is."
"Oh and spouting non-linears is better?" he retorted but with a soft, proud smile on his face as he looked not at the camera but at the woman holding it.
"Started well, that sentence," Sally remarked, still a bit dazed at realizing the woman she'd seen on the screens she'd met only a day ago.
"It got away from her, yeah," the man agreed.
"Ok, that was weird," she stiffened as he seemed to reply to her, "Like you can hear me."
"Well, I can hear you," he said.
"Ok, that's enough," she reached forward and turned off the monitor completely, "I've had enough now. I've had a long day and I've had bloody enough!" she turned, hearing a noise in the doorway to see Larry had returned, "Sorry," she flushed, embarrassed, "Bad day."
He nodded, understanding, "Got you the list."
"What?" she shook her head.
"The seventeen DVDs," he held up a paper in his hand, "I thought you might be interested."
"Yeah, great, thanks!" she nodded, not really interested but snatching it anyway on her way out.
"Go to the police, you stupid woman!" the manager cried at a TV as she walked past, "Why does nobody ever just go to the police?"
Sally paused, hearing that, an idea striking her...
~1969~
"You're staring at me again," Angel told the Doctor with a soft smile on her face as she stepped out of the bedroom ready for that night. She'd been in 1969 for a little more than 24 hours and the Doctor hadn't let her leave his side at all, not that she wanted to be far from him. She'd been hoping the angel would send her back to the same moment the Doctor and Martha landed in, not nearly 4 days later. When she'd appeared in that year, she'd felt his sorrow, his loneliness, his desperation and wanted nothing more than to get back to him and stay with him forever, not that she didn't already feel that way.
But after being in the flat for 24 hours straight, she wanted to go out and see 1969. Martha had had a brilliant idea, the coffee shop was throwing a small party that night and she'd invited them to come. The Doctor had beamed when Martha explained it was more a date for couples as it was near Valentine's day but not quite, like a mixer but where other couples could come as well. He'd been thrilled and promptly asked Angel if she'd like to accompany him to the party, as his date.
She'd had to smile, thinking about their first 'date' when they'd tried to stop Margaret the Slitheen and, despite what happened to the TARDIS after, she had enjoyed herself. She always did when she was with the Doctor though. She'd agreed without a second of hesitation.
Martha had been excited for the prospect of dressing her up again, but Angel had gently asked if she might pick out her own outfit this time, the last outfit, while perfect for 1969, was a little too tight for her liking. She liked her current outfit much better.
"I can't help it," the Doctor smiled softly at her, reaching out to take her hands, holding them out to look at her, "You look…divine," he winked at her before holding onto one of her hands and spinning her in a circle, pulling her to him and swaying, just dancing with her in the middle of the flat, no music, just them.
She blushed, resting her head on his shoulder as she glanced down at herself. She'd chosen a layered, dark red, tunic styled dress with billowing sleeves and a short brown vest over it with moccasin style boots that went to her mid-shin of the same color. It was flowing and free but still very much in the fashion of the late 1960s.
"You look dashing then," she smiled, he was wearing much the same suit he always did, but with a more pronounced pinstripe to it and a red button up shirt under it. She laughed, "We match."
He grinned, "Good, then people will know we came together, that we are together," he was a bit concerned about that. The men of 1969…they were rather…flirty. Like numerous Jack clones running around and he knew how uncomfortable Angel had gotten last time the man flirted with her. He hoped the men would get the hint and leave her be so she could enjoy their night.
Angel stepped back, moving to brush a lock of hair behind her ear and he had to grin, seeing she'd left her hair down, held back by two braids, oh he loved it when her hair was down. He reached out and took her hand before she could do it, holding it gently and moving it to his other hand as he reached out to brush the lock back himself.
"You really are so beautiful," he told her, looking at her softly.
"Thank you," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him quickly, smiling when he held her cheek as she moved to pull away and kissed her again, "But we're about to be late," she told him, laughing as he pouted, "Martha said 7."
He sighed but nodded, "Right, right," he smiled, holding out an arm, "My lady."
"My lord," she laughed, linking her arm with his as they headed out the door.
~2007~
Sally stood in the police station later that day trying to speak to one of the officers there, "Look, I know how mad I'm sounding."
"Shall we try it from the beginning this time?" the sergeant at the desk asked, sighing, weary from a long day.
"Ok," Sally huffed, "There's this house, a big old house, been empty for years, falling apart. Wester Drumlins, out by the estate. You've probably seen it."
"Wester Drumlin?"
"Yes."
"Could you just wait here for a minute?" he eyed her, nodding behind him.
She nodded and he got up to head to a back room. She sighed, wondering what he had gone to do and turned to look out the window...only to see two Weeping Angel statues across the street. She gasped, looking away, towards where the officer had gone and back...but the statues were nowhere to be seen "Ok," she swallowed hard, a bit scared, "Cracking up now…"
"Hi," a black detective came over to her, rather young, rather handsome, but not really looking at her but at some papers in his hand, "D.I. Billy Shipton. Wester Drumlins, that's mine. Can't talk to you now, got a thing I can't be late for, so if you could just..." and then he looked up and caught sight of her, smiling, "Hello!"
"Hello," she smiled back.
"Eh, Marcie," he called back to one of the secreteries, "Can you tell them I'm gonna be late for that thing?"
~1969~
Angel smiled as she watched the Doctor get up from the small table the two of them had been sitting at in the coffee shop that night, having a little dinner on their date, Martha walking around, talking to a few men, just wanting to find some nice man to spend the evening chatting with, wanting to give the Time Lords privacy for their date.
The Doctor had gone to get them some coffee to drink after a lovely meal. It had been quite the typical 'human' date. They'd eaten, talked, laughed, just spent time with each other. It was almost like all the other people in the shop didn't exist, that it was just them sitting there together. But that was how she always felt when she was with the Doctor, he really was her whole world.
She smiled, thinking about him, and turned to see him waiting on the short line to the counter…her smile fading when she saw a woman with blonde hair, wearing what looked like a bikini and very short shorts beside him, seeming to be chatting with him. She blinked a bit, feeling…something…odd inside her. It was like there was this pressure in her stomach that was spreading through her, her hearts racing the more she watched. The woman seemed bubbly, she kept…touching the Doctor and laughing and flipping her hair and, even though the Doctor was smiling uncomfortably and shying away from the woman, the girl just wouldn't back away, in fact…it seemed like she was getting closer to him.
She shook her head, feeling a flash of something that startled her and ran over to Martha, "Martha," she gasped, taking her arm, "I'm so sorry," she apologized to the man Martha had been laughing with, "Please a moment?" the man nodded and gestured for them to go.
"Angel what's wrong?" Martha asked, seeing the woman looked frantic, "What happened?"
"Look," she pointed at the Doctor and the woman.
Martha's eyes widened but more from the woman's failing attempts at flirting than the fact it was happening, "Oh that is funny," she laughed, watching the Doctor continue to move away and away from the girl, clearly growing more uncomfortable as each second passed.
"No Martha…" Angel frowned, looking worried, "Martha...I think there's something wrong with me, I don't feel right."
Martha looked at her in concern, "What is it? What do you feel?"
"I feel like…" she shook her head.
"Like?"
"Like I want to claw her eyes out," she said, frowning, "That's…that's never happened to me before," she looked at Martha, "I…I don't…"
But Martha started laughing.
"Martha!"
"I'm sorry," she tried to stop, she really did, "I'm not laughing at you I'm just…finally!" she cheered, hugging Angel.
"Finally what?" she asked, completely lost now.
Martha pulled away with a smile, her hands on Angel's shoulders, "Angel, that feeling…like you don't want anyone to look at him, like you want to tape someone's mouth shut for talking to him, like you don't want another girl near him…" Angel nodded, that was exactly how she felt, "Angel, that's jealousy."
"It is?" she looked down. She'd never really been…jealous of anyone before. Not even her sister.
"You're nearly 800 years old and you've never been jealous?" Martha eyed her.
"Not like THIS," she admitted, she'd never wanted to literally pull someone away from the Doctor before. She'd never wanted to march over there and kiss him full on the mouth till his brain melted into goo bef…ok, that was a bit of a lie, she always wanted to kiss him, but never because another person talked to him!
"Welcome to the club then," Martha smiled.
"What do I do?" Angel frowned, she didn't want to hurt someone. What if…what if this was just another thing to worry about? She already had the Vortex in her and, if that operated based on her emotions, like she was afraid it might, what if she got really jealous? What if she hurt someone just because she was jealous?
"Kiss the Doctor," Martha shrugged, "Always worked for me when my boyfriends got chatted up. Reassures you. Trust me," she put a hand on Angel's shoulder, squeezing it, "Just kiss him and you'll feel better."
Angel nodded, not sure how it would help, but trusting Martha. She walked back to the table and sat down, trying not to look back, but still able to see what was happening in the reflection of the shop window she was next to. She did smile though when she saw the Doctor completely ignore the woman and turn to head back to their table when he got the coffees, the woman putting her hands on her hips to glare at him as he left.
"Everything alright?" the Doctor asked as he sat down, he'd felt a rush of emotions from her only moments ago, jumbled though, he couldn't really make heads or tails of them, "Angel?"
She just looked at him softly before getting up and moving over to him, leaning in to kiss him gently. She smiled, feeling him kissing her back eagerly, his arms moving to wind around her, pulling her down with a muffled squeal onto his lap, continuing to kiss her even then. She could feel it, Martha was right. Though she should have expected that she'd feel better after kissing the Doctor, she always felt better when he was there.
She smiled as she pulled away, moving to rest her head on his chest, not bothering to get off his lap, though he didn't seem all that willing to let her go even if she tried to get up.
"Not that I didn't enjoy that," the Doctor's voice whispered in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine, "But what brought that rather spectacular kiss on?"
Angel blushed a bit, "I was, um…jealous, I think."
He looked at her, a bit startled at that, "Jealous? Of what?"
She glanced over at the blonde woman who was now glaring at HER even as she sat with another man's arm around her shoulder, "Her."
The Doctor looked over at the woman before shaking his head. He smiled though, thinking that this might be just the right time to tell, no, to show Angel exactly what was in his hearts. He'd been keeping it back, as hard as it was, not wanting to overwhelm her as they tried to let the emotional bond settle naturally. But…he so wanted her to be able to feel what he felt for her, to know the true extent and depth of his feelings for her and now…now would be perfect!
"Angel," he began, reaching out to gently lift her chin to his, smiling at her, "There's something I…"
And then something beeped.
He blinked, confused for a moment, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a rather large device that looked like a lunchbox with a small fan and lights on it, his timey wimey detector.
They looked at each other, "Billy!" they shouted, Angel jumping off him and running to get Martha as the Doctor tried to determine where Billy might arrive…
~2007~
"All of them?" Sally asked as they walked through a section of the station containing a number of cars, all seeming to be from people who had disappeared in that very same old house that Kathy had.
"Over the last two years, yeah," Billy nodded, having explained the items to her, "They all still have personal items in them and a couple still had the motor running."
"So over the last two years the owners of all of these vehicles have driven up to Wester Drumlins House, parked outside, and just...disappeared?" she glanced over to see something that was most certainly NOT a car, a big blue police telephone box, "What's that?"
"Ah!" he grinned, "The pride of the Wester Drumlins collection. We found that there too a few days ago. Somebody's idea of a joke, I suppose."
"But what is it?" she eyed it, walking around the box, "What's a police box?"
"Well, it's a special kind of phone box for policemen. They used to have them all over. But this isn't a real one," he knocked on the side of it before opening the instruction panel, holding up the phone, "The phone's just a dummy," he shut it and pointed up, "And the windows are the wrong size. We can't even get in it," he shook the door handle a bit but the doors remained shut, "Ordinary Yale lock, but nothing fits. But that's not the big question," he leaned against it, his arms crossed as he smiled at her, "See, you're missing the big question."
"Ok, what's the big question?" she turned to him.
"Will you have a drink with me?"
"I'm sorry?" she blinked.
"Drink, you, me, now?"
"Aren't you on duty, Detective Inspector Shipton?"
"Nope. Knocked off before I left. Told 'em I had a family crisis."
"Why?"
"Because life is short and you are hot," he grinned as she blushed, "Drink?"
"No."
"Ever?"
"Maybe," she laughed.
"Phone number?"
"Moving kind of fast, DI Shipton," she smiled, pulling out a bit of paper and jotting something down.
"Billy," he insisted, "I'm off duty."
"Aren't you just!" she handed him the paper.
"Is that your phone number?" he grinned down at it, seeing numbers written there.
"Just my phone number," she pointed at him, "Not a promise. Not a guarantee. Not an IOU. Just a phone number."
"And that's Sally..."
"Sally Shipton," she answered, before gasping, "Sparrow! Sally Sparrow," she let out a groan and turned to walk off, "I'm going now. Don't look at me."
"I'll phone you!" he laughed, watching her go, taking a few steps away from the box as though to follow her.
"Don't look at me..." she called back, too embarrassed.
"Phone you tomorrow."
"Don't look at me."
"Might even phone you tonight."
"Don't look at me!"
"Definitely gonna phone you, gorgeous girl!" Billy smiled.
She turned at that and smiled at him, "You definitely better!"
Billy's grin widened as he watched her go, disappearing from sight before he looked back at the police box, jumping back a little when he saw Weeping Angel statues around it. He walked over to them, frowning as he could have sworn they hadn't been there before…
He eyed one closely, getting right up in front of it's face...and blinked...
~2007~
Sally stepped out of the station, hurrying across the street, when she felt something hot in her pocket. She frowned and pulled out the key on the string she'd taken off the statue, when Billy's words came back to her, 'Ordinary Yale lock, but nothing fits...'
Her eyes widened as she hurried back, wanting to try the key she'd found on the phone box...only to find that it and Billy were gone.
~1969~
Billy's back hit against a wall as he nearly fell to the ground. But then he felt someone grab his arm and steady him, "You're alright, I've got you," he looked up to see a ginger woman in a red dress and brown vest helping him sit down slowly, sitting beside him to make sure he was ok.
"Welcome!" a man in a brown suit and red shirt greeted as a black woman stood beside him.
"Where am I?" he winced, rubbing his head.
Some sort of device in the Doctor's hand beeped as Angel replied, "You're in 1969."
"Not bad, as it goes," the Doctor nodded, "You've got the moon landing to look forward to."
"Oh, the moon landing's brilliant," Martha agreed, "We went four times. Back when we had transport..."
"Working on it!"
"How did I get here?" Billy asked, panting a bit.
"The same way we did," the Doctor said, moving to sit on the other side of the man, "The touch of a Weeping Angel. Same one, probably, since you ended up in the same year," Billy groaned as he tried to get up.
"You shouldn't," Angel reached out to stop him, gently pulling him back down, "Please, just rest. Time travel without a ship can be quite jarring."
"Catch your breath," the Doctor agreed, "Don't go swimming for half an hour."
"I don't…" Billy murmured, "I can't…"
"Fascinating race, the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the Universe to kill you nicely. No mess, no fuss, they just zap you into the past and let you live to death. The rest of your life used up and blown away in the blink of an eye. You die in the past, and in the present they consume the energy of all the days you might have had, all your stolen moments. They're creatures of the abstract. They live off potential energy."
"What in God's name are you talking about?!" Billy stared at him.
"Trust me," Martha sighed, "Just nod when he stops for breath."
"Or when he looks at you expectantly," Angel added, "Sometimes he just doesn't stop."
"Oi!" the Doctor pouted.
"Oh hush," Angel smiled across Billy at him, "You know I love it when you talk."
He smiled at that.
"Only person in the Universe who loves the sound of his voice more than him eh?" Martha joked.
"Oh yes," Angel laughed, but nodded.
"Who are you people?" Billy shook his head at them.
"Oh sorry!" Angel turned to him, "That was rude, you should expect that from the Doctor, by the way, rudeness, he's the Doctor," she nodded at the Doctor.
"Hello!" he waved.
"That's Martha," she pointed at Martha.
"Hi," Martha nodded in greeting.
"And I'm Angel," she smiled.
"My Mate," the Doctor added.
Angel blushed a bit at that, "Nice to meet you."
"Billy," Billy mumbled.
"We know."
"How?" he frowned.
"She's got ESP," Martha told him, they'd learned quite early on that telling people they were time travellers didn't always get others to believe them. Oddly enough, they seemed to believe psychic over time travel.
"That's how I knew to catch you," Angel nodded.
"We tracked you down with this," the Doctor held out his device to show the man.
"Excuse me?" Angel smirked at him.
"Oh alright," the Doctor rolled his eyes, "Angel led us here."
"We had a bet which would sense you faster," Angel explained to Billy, who seemed to be struggling to keep up with everything that was happening, before turning to the Doctor, "You owe me 10 quid by the way."
Martha laughed as he groaned, "It's your own fault. Even I know better than to bet against her, and she's YOUR Mate!"
"What is that thing?" Billy looked down at it.
"This is my timey wimey detector," the Doctor grinned, "It goes ding when there's stuff. Also, it can boil an egg at 30 paces, whether you want it to or not, actually, so I've learned to stay away from hens. It's not pretty when they blow."
"I don't understand. Where am I?"
"1969," Martha said sadly, "Like Angel said."
"Normally, I'd offer you a lift home," the Doctor sighed, "But somebody nicked our motor."
Angel winced a bit at that, the Doctor had shown her the folder Sally gave him and they'd worked it out that, at some point, the angels would capture the TARDIS. She regretted leaving that old box alone now, felt terrible for it really.
"So…" the Doctor continued, getting up and holding out a hand to Angel to help her up, his arm wrapping around her, sensing her distress and wanting to ease it, "We need you to take a message to Sally Sparrow. And I'm sorry, Billy, I am very, very sorry. It's gonna take you a while."
~2007~
Sally's phone rang two hours later, "Hello? Billy? Where are you?" she frowned, "Where?"
~2007~
Sally slowed down as she walked through the hospital, entering a ward and seeing an old black man, lying in a bed in the back corner, "Billy?" she called softly as she walked over to him to see he was asleep. She eyed him a moment, it was certainly Billy, but an old man as well. She sighed, shaking her head and moved to the window, watching the rain.
"It was raining when we met," Billy said, waking up and seeing her by the window.
"It's the same rain," she turned to him.
~2007~
Sally stood at Billy's bedside, looking at a picture of Billy's, him and a woman, on their wedding day, "She looks nice."
"Her name was Sally too," he told her.
"Sally Shipton," she smiled sadly, almost regretfully.
"Sally Shipton!" he laughed, "I often thought about looking for you before tonight, but apparently it would've torn a hole in the fabric of space and time and destroyed two thirds of the Universe. Also...I'd lost my hair."
"Two thirds of the Universe…where'd you get that?"
"There's a man in 1969. Him and two women. They sent me with a message for you."
"What man?"
"The Doctor."
"The women..." she put the picture down, "Martha and Angel?"
"Yeah," he nodded, not surprised she'd worked it out, he knew Martha and Angel were named in the Easter Egg.
"And what was the message?"
"Just this...look at the list."
"What does that mean? Is that it, look at the list?"
"The ginger lady, Angel, she said you'd have it by now. A list of seventeen DVDs," he smiled, "I didn't stay a policeman back then. Got into publishing. Then video publishing. Then DVDs, of course."
"You put the Easter Egg on?!" Sally's eyes widened as it fell into place.
"Have you noticed what all seventeen DVDs have in common yet? I suppose it's hard for you, in a way."
"How could the Doctor, or Angel for that matter, have even known I had a list? I only just got this."
"I asked him how she knew a lot of the things she did. He said she was psychic, but I think he just couldn't tell me. He said you'd understand it one day, but that I never would."
"Soon as I understand it, I'll come and tell you."
"No, gorgeous girl, you can't," he looked at her sadly, "There's only tonight. Angel told me all those years ago that we'd only meet again this one time...on the night I die."
"Oh, Billy…" she breathed, her eyes filling with tears. She'd only just met him and now she was losing him.
"It's kept me going," he shrugged, "I'm an old, sick man. But I've had something to look forward to. Ah, life is long. And you are hot," he sighed and looked down at his hands, "Oh, look at my hands. They're old man's hands," he sniffled a bit, "How did that happen?"
"I'll stay," she sat beside him on the edge of the bed, "I'm going to stay with you. Ok?"
"Thank you, Sally Sparrow," he smiled, taking her hand, "I have 'til the rain stops."
And stay she did.
~1969~
Angel smiled as she stood at a small table set up with different pastries and, she was pleased to see, cupcakes, especially red velvet ones. She reached out to take one when another hand moved to do the same, ending up taking her hand instead. She frowned, looking to her side to see a man there, young, with black hair trimmed short, parted on the side and combed to perfection, he had brown eyes, a clean shaven face. He was wearing a black turtleneck and a solid grey suit over it, black shoes, and he was grinning at her.
"Well hello," he smiled at her.
"Hi?" she frowned, not sure why he seemed so pleased to meet her.
"I'm Dallas."
"Angel."
"I thought so," he nodded, eyeing her up and down, "I knew you had to be."
"Why?" she asked, wondering vaguely if he was psychic too.
"Because you look like you were hurt when..."
"When?"
"When you fell out of heaven," he winked.
"I'm from Gallifrey," she stated.
The man nodded as though that were the most interesting thing he'd ever heard, "Really? I could have sworn you were from Tennessee, you're the only ten I see."
"No he's over there," she nodded over her shoulder at the Doctor, unable to really point as the man was still holding her hand, "He's 10."
"Oh," Dallas bumped his head, "How rude of me," he tugged her hand, moving to kiss the back of it, "I only told you my first name, I'm Mr. Right, at your service," he kissed her hand right as the Doctor looked over, "Someone said you were looking for me?"
"No," she shook her head, finally getting her hand back and turning to the cupcakes to pick one up, smiling, "I was looking for the cupcakes."
"So…" he leaned on the table, watching as she took a bite of her cupcake, "Do you come here often?"
"No, I just got here yesterday."
He smirked, "Well I can show you around, or give you directions if you need any, to the store or the library or my flat or…"
"No, my friend Martha's been here longer than me, she's showing me around."
"Good for her," he nodded, before wincing and rubbing his eye.
"Are you alright?" she frowned, munching on her cupcake.
"Yes, there's just something wrong with my eyes," he winked at her, "I can't take them off you."
"It's probably an eyelash," she remarked, "You should rinse it out."
"I'm sure I'll be fine," he eyed her, starting to frown a bit at how she was responding to him, "Say…are YOU alright though? You look cold. Want to use me as a blanket?"
She shook her head, "I feel fine actually," she answered, taking another bite of her cupcake.
"You more than feel it," he complimented, "You ARE it. On top of that you must be a hell of a thief because you stole my heart from across the room."
"Oh no, that's my Mate," she laughed, "He's the thief."
"Like you're the psychic," the Doctor's voice said from behind her.
She turned, beaming when she saw him there, moving closer to her to wrap his arms around her waist from behind, holding her to him, glowering at the Dallas over her shoulder, smiling at her when she looked up at him, offering him a piece of the cupcake for him to eat. He leaned in and ate it from her fingers, pressing a kiss to them before giving her a peck as he munched, smirking when he saw Dallas glaring at him.
"Hello, I'm the Doctor," he reached out and held a hand to Dallas to shake, both men instantly setting into a test to see who had the strongest death grip, the Doctor barely flinching as he squeezed the man's hand tightly, making him wince and pull away, "I see you've met my Mate, Angel."
"Yes, we were having a lovely conversation," Dallas smiled at Angel, "Which we seemed to have dropped, would you care to pick it up over there…" he nodded over his shoulder, smiling charmingly at him.
"No thank you," she smiled, leaning back into the Doctor's arms, "We're in the middle of a date."
Dallas's eyes widened, he had hoped the man was just a friend playing 'boyfriend' to save his friend from someone flirting with her but it seemed they really were in some sort of relationship. He nodded, "Well then, Angel-face," he smiled at her, wanting one last lingering remark before he left her, "I have to say, that dress looks great on you..." he eyed her up and down, "As a matter of fact, so would I."
The Doctor stepped away from Angel, as though about to go after the man, but Angel just said, "Thank you, I like the dress too."
Dallas laughed and turned to walk off, Angel turning to the Doctor about to ask him something, when she paused, seeing him…odd.
"Doctor?" Angel frowned, eyeing the man as he stood beside her, he was tense, his eyes narrowed, his fists clenched, his back rigid, and…he appeared to be growling a bit. She blinked and reached out to take his hand, concerned, "Are you alright Doctor?"
He just continued staring across the room at the man who was still smirking suggestively at Angel, his lip curling into a scowl when the man had the audacity to wink at HIS Mate!
Martha though, having come over to them when she'd seen the man trying to speak to a rather confused looking Angel, had to smirk, reaching out to pat the Doctor's arm, "Green is a good color on you Doctor," she told him as a still shaken Billy joined them, looking at the Doctor a bit concerned.
The Doctor's fisted hands shook as he glared at Dallas. He'd heard the man, everything he'd said to Angel, all the innuendo and the suggestive remarks and the flirting. It had taken everything in him not to storm across the shop and punch the man in the face for daring to talk to his Mate in such a manner. But Angel had looked so confused, so innocent, he hadn't wanted to injure the man with Angel not knowing why before he did it. So he'd refrained, hoping the man might work out that Angel genuinely wasn't interested and leave, but that didn't happen, if anything the man just tried harder to talk to her.
When he'd started talking about the blankets, it had been the last straw, he'd stormed over, pulling her into his arms as though staking his claim on her, daring the man to try anything…and he had! The nerve! That last remark...if it hadn't completely gone over Angel's head...he would have thrown the man into a black hole…somehow…even without the TARDIS there he'd find some way to do it.
"Doctor," Angel reached out and touched his fists, his hands uncurling almost instantly under her soothing touch, "What is it?"
"He was flirting with you Angel," Martha explained, seeing the Doctor still too angry to manage speech.
Angel frowned and blinked, "He was? It didn't sound like it."
Martha laughed, she'd been near enough to catch snippets of what the man had said, "How did THAT not sound like flirting?"
Angel shrugged, "He didn't sound like the Doctor."
The Doctor looked over at that, his eyes widening as he realized…Angel truly hadn't known the man was flirting with her. To her, any other man couldn't flirt with her, because any other man wasn't HIM. HE was the only one she associated flirting with, HE was the only one she wanted to flirt with and be flirted with. He laughed, shaking his head, looking back on it now, her remarks, the ones he thought she was saying to politely turn the man away, really had been as innocent as she'd said them.
"I love you," he told her, smiling at her, the murderous edge fading, just a bit.
"I love you too," she smiled back at him, stepping on her toes to kiss him.
Of course, just because he wasn't going to murder the man, didn't mean he couldn't stick it to him a bit that Angel was HIS, preferably by deepening and drawing out the kiss as long as it could go and, with their respiratory bypass system…that could be quite a good long while.
What better way to spend the date than with Angel, showing the world she was his.
~2007~
"Banto's," Larry answered the video store's phone.
"They're mine," Sally said on the other end.
"What?"
"The DVDs on the list. The seventeen DVDs. What they've got in common is me. They're all the DVDs I own. The Easter Egg was intended for me!"
"You've only got seventeen DVDs?"
"Do you have a portable DVD player?"
"Course, why?"
"I want you to meet me."
"Where?"
"Wester Drumlins."
A/N: Aww, Angel is just adorable isn't she? :) I sort of made her uncomfortable when Jack flirted with her so, for this incarnation, I wanted to make her more oblivious because, with Jack, she wasn't with the Doctor then. Now that she is, there really isn't anyone but him for her so she doesn't even really notice when someone who isn't him tries to flirt with her :)
I also hope Angel's jealous moment was ok. I couldn't see her as actually getting up and punching someone or acting on it. I see her more as, if she feels something she hasn't felt, something very strong, she runs away before she can act on it, to find out what it is. Like...she feels so suddenly that she wants to almost hurt that girl that, instead of doing it, she runs off so she won't, till she can understand what she's feeling and why. But awww, the Doctor/Angel are so cute together :)
Next chapter will have more Doctor/Angel cuteness and some Martha/Angel bonding time :) And then we get Utopia!
Some notes on reviews...
Thanks for the video suggestions. I loved them :) They'll definitely be added to my tumblr today thanks!
Close, Angel was in a dress this chapter, though a slightly different one than on the cover :) I can say that next chapter we'll see a bit of 'hippie' Angel come out. Couldn't you just imagine Angel in the 1960s when it's all about love and peace :) That's like her era in a nutshell :)
That's true, I could do more DW blankets :) I'd just have to find the time to do them. Stupid job, stupid school. Darn life for getting in the way of things we'd rather do with our time lol :)