Blink: Staring Contests

~1969~

"If you keep staring at me, I'm going to stare right back," Angel remarked as she smiled at the Doctor. They were currently walking in a nearby park, hand-in-hand, their arms swinging gently between them. It was such a lovely morning, warm, despite it being February. It was the day after the coffee shop date and the Doctor had wanted to get out of the flat, not go to the shop, but just…be together and enjoy the time they had in 1969. Now that Billy was there, they were almost certain their time would be ending soon.

It had been one of the reasons they'd made the DVD conversation that morning after Martha had woken up, well, really about noon-ish. As it was Sunday, the shop didn't open till 11, her shift wasn't till 2 so she took the time to enjoy the lie-in. The Time Lords had been up at the crack of dawn, well, they hadn't gone to sleep really. They'd gone into the bedroom but neither was tired, neither of them needing much sleep being aliens, so they stayed up, just cuddling in bed, talking in hushed tones so as not to wake Martha.

Angel was rather sad that she'd only been in 1969 barely 3 days and might have to leave it already, at least the Doctor and Martha had gotten a week out of it. And, since they didn't know when they'd be leaving, Angel had taken to wearing the outfit she was most excited to wear given that it was the 60s. She had bellbottom jeans on that flared at the knee, with flip-flops, a long sleeved white shirt with a tie-dyed peace sign on it, a short brown vest with a bit of fringe on it and a longer bit of fringe hanging off the bottom of it. Her hair was down, which he loved, and she had a headband not on her hair but around her forehead, completing the look with round spectacles that were red-tinted, every bit the 'hippie.'

She had understood him staring at her in the outfit Martha had selected, it was far too short and tight, and she understood him staring when she wore the dress the other night, it was a bit short as well, but right now she was quite covered and he was still staring at her. She honestly didn't know why he thought she was so beautiful. But she could just see it in his eyes, the honesty in his gaze, he really DID think she was beautiful.

Well that proved it, he really was mad.

"I wouldn't mind that," the Doctor beamed at her.

"You just want to see if you can win a staring contest with me," she joked, poking him in the side.

"Oh I know I'd win," he countered, turning to take her glasses off so he could look at her, "I could stare at your eyes for years Angel. For centuries."

She blushed at that, "And you think I couldn't do the same with yours?"

"You could," he nodded, "But the second you stare into my eyes like that I'd end up kissing you to make you blink."

It was true, there was just…something about her gaze, when she looked right into his eyes, right into his soul, that he could never fight the magnetic pull that drew him to her. Her eyes were the windows to her soul and through them he could see such warmth, such love and compassion and…light…that he could never ever deny himself the chance to be closer to her, to touch that. Her eyes, despite being dark and brown, were full of such light and sparkle…just like she was. She just…glowed, in his eyes, shined in the darkness, his guiding light.

"I wouldn't mind that," she echoed.

And he smiled, stopping in the middle of the park's path to tug her closer, winding his arm around her waist as he kissed her deeply.

"Ewww!" they heard a chorus of small voices call.

They pulled apart to see they had stopped before the play area, a small gaggle of children grimacing at their affection and giggling at them.

"Oi!" the Doctor laughed, smiling widely at the children, "Quiet!"

Angel just smiled at them, "Wait till you're older," she told them, "You'll be the same way with the person you love."

The Doctor beamed at that, not even noticing the children scattering, squealing about cooties, as he looked at Angel, "So you love me do you?" he teased her.

"Quite a lot actually," she nodded.

"Oh? How much?"

"More than anything."

"That's supposed to be my line," he reached out to touch her cheek, knowing, right at that moment, this perfect little moment, that it was time, "Nella…" he began, seeing her eyes widen just a bit as she looked up at him for the use of her name. He took her hand and placed it in the center of his chest, "I love you," he told her, "So much."

"I know," she said gently.

"I know you know," he joked, before growing serious, "But now…now I want you to believe it."

She watched, curious, as he closed his eyes, a soft smile on his face…before she gasped, emotion after emotion after emotion filtering into her from him.

Everything he felt, everything, was completely open to her.

She could feel it.

His love for her.

Blazing inside of him like an inferno.

It was powerful and fierce, raging and calming, all consuming, in every single facet of his being, it was there. She could feel how she was always on his mind, how his gaze and attention always drifted to her, how he loved her unique scent, how he thoroughly enjoyed kissing her, how he loved the sound of her voice as much as she did his, how the words he spoke to her had never been given to another. She could feel his hearts beating, for her, how his pulse quickened, his breath left him at the sight of her, how his stomach filled with butterflies that were the size of birds when she dressed up. She could feel how his feet would always bring him to her, how his arms would always hold her, his hands always take her own, meant for her own.

She felt it…

He loved her.

He really, really loved her.

The Doctor's quest was cut off quite suddenly, barely even a fraction of the way through showing her how he felt about her, when he was nearly tackled to the ground, more startled than tackled really, by Angel throwing herself into his arms, wrapping her own around his neck as she kissed him deeply.

He held her tight, off the ground, her knees bending as he spun them in a circle, still kissing her, feeling it, the reassurance, the belief, settling in her.

Finally, she saw in his hearts, how much he loved her.

"I…" he pulled away to peck her repeatedly, "Love…" and again, "You…" and again, "So…" and one more time, "Much," before kissing her firmly.

She smiled when she pulled away, looking at him with tears in her eyes, happy tears, "I know."

And she finally did.

~2007~

Larry looked around the old creepy room of Wester Drumlins where Sally had told him to meet her, "You live in Scooby Doo's house."

"For God's sake, I don't live here," she rolled her eyes as he set up his portable DVD player with a few of the discs of the Easter Egg.

"Ok, this is the one with the clearest sound," he held up two discs, "Slightly better picture quality on this one, but I don't…"

"Doesn't matter."

"Ok," he nodded, hearing something urgent in her voice and deciding to just slide one in and get to the Egg, "There he is."

"The Doctor," Sally gasped, seeing the man sitting there on the screen.

"Who's the Doctor?" Larry frowned.

"He's the Doctor," she pointed.

"Yep," the Doctor smiled, "That's me."

"Ok, that was scary."

"No, it sounds like he's replying, but he always says that," Larry said.

"Yes, I do," the Doctor nodded.

"And that."

"Yep, and this."

"He can hear us," Sally breathed, "Oh, my God, you can really hear us!"

"Of course he can't hear us," Larry smirked, holding up a small pile of papers, "Look! I've got a transcript, see, everything they says. 'Yep, that's me.' 'Yes, I do.' 'Yep, and this.' Next it's..."

"Are you really going to read all of that?" Larry said at the same time as Angel's voice, off-screen.

"Sorry," Larry said.

"Who are you?" Sally turned to the monitor.

"I'm a time traveler," the Doctor said, "Or I was. I'm stuck in 1969."

"We're stuck," Martha moved onto screen to stand beside him, "All of space he promised me, all of time Angel promised me…now I've got a job in a shop, I've got to support them!"

"Martha!"

"Sorry," she apologized, shuffling off.

"I've seen this bit before," Sally said.

"Quite possibly," the Doctor nodded.

"1969, that's where you're talking from?"

"'Fraid so."

"But you're replying to me. You can't know exactly what I'm gonna say 40 years before I say it!"

"38," Angel called from off-screen.

"I'm getting this down!" Larry laughed, seeing the incredible feat playing before him, "I'm writing in your bits."

"How?" Sally asked them, "How is this possible? Tell me!"

"Not so fast!"

"People don't understand time," Angel sighed.

"It's not what you think it is," the Doctor agreed.

"Then what is it?" Sally frowned.

"Complicated."

"Tell me."

"Very complicated."

"I'm clever and I'm listening. And don't patronize me because people have died, and I'm not happy. Tell me."

Just then the camera shifted to Angel, holding it out to herself, "People always assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint…"

"Angel!" the Doctor shouted, taking the camera and shifting it back to him, "It's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly, timey wimey stuff."

"It's not like that at all!" Angel called 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?"

"Yeah, I've seen this bit before," Sally shook her head, "You said that sentence got away from her."

"It got away from her, yeah."

"Next thing you're going to say is, 'Well, I can hear you.'"

"Well, I can hear you."

"This isn't possible."

"No," Larry smiled, "It's brilliant!"

"Not hear you exactly," the Doctor admitted, "But I know everything you're going to say."

"Always gives me the shivers, that bit."

"And it's not 'cos of me," Angel added.

"Psychic," the Doctor shot at her with a soft smile.

"Thief," she retorted, a little laugh following.

"How can you know what I'm going to say then?" Sally shook her head, getting back to topic.

"Look to your left," the Doctor said.

Sally did as she was told and looked to her left...to see Larry sitting there, "What does he mean by, 'Look to your left?'" he mumbled, "I've written tons about that on the forums. I think," he clicked his pen, "It's a political statement."

"He means you," she said, eyeing him, "What are you doing?"

"I'm writing in your bits," he held up the transcript, "So I've got a complete transcript of the whole conversation. Wait until this hits the net. This will explode the Egg forums."

"We've got a copy of the finished transcript," the Doctor called, "It's on my autocue."

"How can you have a copy of the finished transcript?" Sally asked him, "It is still being written."

"I told you. I'm a time traveler. I got it in the future."

"Ok, let me get my head 'round this. You're reading from a transcript of a conversation you're still having?"

"Wibbly wobbly, timey wimey," he waved his hand at her.

"Actually, never mind that…" she glanced to Larry, "You can do shorthand?"

"So?" he shook his head.

"What matters is we can communicate," the Doctor said, serious this time, "We have got big problems now. They've taken the blue box, haven't they? The angels have the phone box."

"The angels have the phone box!" Larry laughed, "That's my favorite, I've got it on a t-shirt!"

"What do you mean, angels?" Sally turned back to the monitor, "You mean those statue things?"

"Creatures from another world," he corrected.

"But they're just statues."

"Only when you see them."

"What does that mean?"

"Lonely assassins, they were called. No one knows where they came from. They're as old as the Universe, or very nearly. They've survived this long as they have the most perfect defense system ever evolved. They are quantum locked. They don't exist when being observed. The moment they're seen, by any other living creature, they freeze into rock. No choice. It's a fact of their biology. In the sight of any living thing, they literally turn to stone. And you can't kill a stone. Course, a stone can't kill you either. But then you turn your head away, then you blink, and oh, yes it can!"

Sally turned, seeing a statue behind Larry and motioning for him to look, "Don't take your eyes off that."

"That's why they cover their eyes. They're not weeping, they can't risk looking at each other. Their greatest asset is their greatest curse. They can never be seen. The loneliest creatures in the Universe. And I'm sorry, I am very, very sorry, it's up to you now."

"You don't have to scare her," Angel said, shifting the camera again to face her, "Don't worry Sally, everything will be just fine. In a way, we know it'll be fine because we've got the finished transcript with us."

"What am I supposed to do?" Sally asked.

The Doctor cleared his throat and Angel returned the camera to him, "The blue box, it's our time machine, mine and Angel's. There is a world of time energy in there they could feast on forever. The damage they can do can switch off the sun. You have got to send it back to us!"

"How? How?"

"And that's it, I'm afraid. There's no more from you on the transcript, that's all I've got. I dunno what stopped you talking, but I can guess. They're coming. The angels are coming for you. But listen, your life could depend on this. Don't blink! Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast, faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back, don't look away, and don't blink! Good luck!"

And the picture froze.

"No, don't, you can't!"

"I'll rewind him!" Larry ran over to help her.

"What good would that do?!" Sally snapped...when she realized something, "You're not looking at the statue..."

"Neither are you," he breathed. They turned to look, only to see the statue far closer to them than before, its arms reaching out for them, face distorted.

"Keep looking at it," Sally whispered, hearing a thud behind her, "Keep looking at it!"

"There's just one, right, there's just this one? We're ok if we keep staring at this one statue, everything's gonna be fine."

"There's three more."

"Three?!"

"They were upstairs, I think I heard them moving."

"Where? Three moving where?"

"I'll look around, I'm going to check," she started creeping towards the door, "Keep looking at this one, don't blink. Remember what he said, don't even blink!"

"Who blinks?" he laughed fearfully, "I'm too scared to blink."

"Ok," she nodded, backing up, "We're going to the door. Front door. Ok. We can't both get to the front door without taking our eyes off that thing. You stay here."

"What?!"

"I'll be just round the corner, stay here!" she ran off to check the door, shouting back to him as the door didn't budge, "They've locked it. They've locked us in!"

"Why?"

"I've got something they want."

"What?"

"The key, I took it last time I was here. They followed me to get it back. I led them to the blue box. Now they've got that!"

"Give them the key!"

"I'm gonna check the back door, you wait here."

"Give them the key, give them what they want! Sally, no, what if they come behind me?!"

"Hang on!"

"Oh, God!" he breathed, hearing her leaving, "Oh, God!"

"It's locked!" Sally shouted a moment later.

Larry swallowed hard, quickly looking over his shoulder and back only to see the angel advanced to right in front of his face, "Sally! Sally!"

"It won't open!"

"Sally, please, I can't do this! Sally, hurry up! Where are you?!"

"Larry! They've blocked off the back door, but there's a cellar," she pulled the door open and ran down, "There might be a way out, delivery hatch or something."

"I'm coming! I can't stay here..."

And with that, he backed away and dashed down the stairs.

~1969~

Martha smiled as she looked up, wiping down the counter of the coffee shop when Angel entered, heading right over to her, "Hi!" she greeted, pleased that it was a slow day and she'd have time to talk to her friend even while working, "Can I get you anything?"

Angel nodded, "The Doctor wanted two hot chocolates with yellow…"

"Gold," Martha cut in, "He was VERY specific that they had to be gold, not yellow sprinkles."

She frowned, "What's the difference?"

Martha smiled softly, "GOLD is the color of the flecks in your eyes apparently."

Angel blinked, "Oh."

"Yeah," Martha laughed, "Give me a mo," she turned to press one of the machines on, needing to wait for the liquid to heat up, before she made her way back, "Where IS the Doctor anyway?"

She pointed outside where he seemed to be having a rather awkward conversation with an old man, rubbing his neck and wincing as the man seemed to berate him, "Who is he?" she asked Martha. The man had just cornered them as they were walking up to say hi to Martha and the Doctor had ushered her in, saying he'd be in in a moment.

Martha smirked, "That's one of the local farmers."

"Why does he want to talk to the Doctor?" Angel looked back at her.

"Well, the same night we arrived, the Doctor decided to make that detector he used to race you to Billy with. He spent the whole night trying to track down some sort of time…thing…" she shrugged, not sure what it was called really, "To see if he could get back. He wandered out to one of the farms and, well, you remember how he said that bit about the hens blowing up?" Angel nodded, "THAT was their owner."

Angel's eyes widened, "You mean he really blew up hens?!" she had thought it was a joke!

Martha laughed, "Oh yeah, he," she nodded at the older man, "Wasn't too happy."

"Those poor hens," she frowned.

Martha smiled at that, "He was desperate to get back to you," Angel blushed a bit, "Though I'm glad YOU found us first," she poked the girl, "Gave me a chance to dress you up."

"You really like doing that don't you?" Angel asked.

Martha shrugged, "My sister Tish was never really one for dress up when we were kids. I was the oldest, I wanted to dress my baby sister up and I missed out. NOW though," she smiled, "I get to do that with my best friend."

Angel smiled at that, "You're my best friend too."

Well, her best human friend.

"I still think you should have let me pick out an outfit for your walk," Martha teased, "I had the PERFECT dress in mind, though," she looked at Angel's current outfit, "That one DOES suit you. You know…I think this is your decade."

"My decade?" she shook her head, confused.

"Yeah, you know how everyone has a certain time period that's their favorite or that they feel like they should have been born in instead?" Angel shook her head, not really, but Martha just continued, "Well, I think the 60s is perfect for you."

"Why?"

She gestured at Angel's 'hippie' clothing before explaining, "It's all about peace and love and things," she shrugged, "You, Angel, are like the modern day hippie."

"Urg," the Doctor grimaced at that, having come over to them in time to hear Martha's remark, "No she's not."

Martha scoffed, "You BOTH are really."

He pouted at that.

Angel just smiled and put her arm around his waist, "At least we're not archaeologists."

He had to nod at that, he hated archaeologists.

"I still can't believe you actually pointed and laughed at Howard Carter," Martha laughed, remembering that adventure to Egypt.

"He deserved it," he countered sulkily, "He's an archaeologist!"

Angel patted his arm before she frowned, "Ding."

They looked at her oddly, when the timer on the hot chocolate machine dinged a moment later. Martha laughed, "I love it when you do that," she remarked.

"No," Angel shook her head, "It wasn't THAT it was…"

Something inside the Doctor's pocket went ding, and he pulled out the timey wimey detector, whirring madly which could only mean one thing…

The TARDIS was coming.

~2007~

Sally stopped short, seeing three Weeping Angels standing around the blue box in the middle of the cellar, "Ok, boys, I know how this works. You can't move so long as I can see you. Whole world in the box, the Doctor says," she heard Larry run down the stairs, "Hope he's not lying, 'cos I don't see how else we're getting out," she glanced over to see Larry's Weeping Angel had joined them as well, "Oh, and there's your one."

"Why's it pointing at the...light?" Larry asked as he spotted one doing just that.

The light flickered.

"Oh, my God!" she gasped, "It's turning out the lights!"

"Quickly!" he shouted, quickly making his way to the box with her.

"I can't find the lock!" she cried as the lights flickered again.

"Sally, hurry up!" he struggled to keep them all in sight but the lights dimming weren't helping, "Get it open! They're getting faster, Sally, come on!"

"It won't turn!" she told him, having managed to get the key in.

"Sally!" he yelled as the Weeping Angels were almost upon them.

Sally pushed the door open, the two of them running in and shutting the door behind them as the Weeping Angels surrounded the ship.

"This is security protocol 712," a holographic projection of the Doctor appeared on the gantry, "This time capsule has detected the presence of an authorized control disc, valid one journey," Larry quickly opened a DVD case to see the disc glowing, "Please insert the disc and prepare for departure."

Sally ran over to the console, looking around it...

"It's right here," Angel's voice said as a hologram of her appeared beside the console, pointing at a slot on one of the panels, "Good luck," she smiled at them before blinking out.

The humans looked at each other a moment, wondering how the girl had known they'd need help finding it, "She's psychic," Sally muttered.

"I think she's just nice," Larry shook his head.

Having watched the DVD so often, he felt like he knew the people on it. That girl, Angel, she was rather kind and seemed to try and be reassuring, it seemed like something she might do, knowing that a disc was a ticket for a ride and knowing someone would need to know where to put it.

Before they could say another word about it, the TARDIS jolted, the angels rocking it.

"They're trying to get in!" Larry shouted.

"Well, hurry up then!" Sally cried as he shoved the CD into the slot Angel had pointed at. They looked around as the box started to disappear around them but not with them.

"What's happening?" he asked.

"Oh, my God! It's leaving us behind! Doctor, no, you can't! Angel!" they crouched onto the floor, huddling together as the box disappeared completely, leaving them in the cellar, "Look at them! Quick, look at them!"

They stood up and looked at the statues that were stationed in nearly a circle around them...when Larry noticed something, "I don't think we need to. He tricked them, the Doctor tricked them. They're looking at each other!" he laughed, turning in a circle to see each angel was looking at the one across from it, keeping the other frozen, "They're never gonna move again!" he cheered, pulling Sally into a hug.

~1969~

The TARDIS touched down in the cellar of the old house, as soon as it had solidified, Angel had bolted to it, running right in, leaving the Doctor and Martha standing outside a moment before they followed, a bit startled by the sudden move. They stopped, seeing Angel by the console, rubbing the rotor, "I'm SO sorry girl," she was saying to the box, "I never should have left you to the angels…" the TARDIS gave a soft hum, but Angel kept on, "I didn't know they were going to take you at the time, I really didn't," and hummed again, "I swear, if I had, I'd have stayed with you and…"

They had to smile when the TARDIS gave a rather loud hum, cutting her off.

Angel looked up at the box as the light of the rotor brightened for a moment, and she smiled, "Thanks girl," she whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, interpreting that to mean she was forgiven.

"Everything alright?" the Doctor asked as he walked over, his arm sliding around her waist automatically.

He knew she was worried about the TARDIS being cross with her for leaving the box so easily earlier. It had been her purpose on Gallifrey, to care for the TARDISes, and she had, in her mind, abandoned one. Never mind that the TARDIS herself had taken her to the house, had opened the door in a clear indication for her to go to the Doctor, it still didn't sit right with Angel that the box had been taken by the angels in the first place. But it didn't seem like any damage had been done, the box was just too resilient to be bested by stone statues.

Angel smiled and nodded, resting a hand on his chest, "Just fine."

"I told you," the Doctor murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I know," she laughed, "Are you psychic too?"

He beamed, "Maybe. Maybe you've rubbed off on me!"

"Oh she's definitely rubbed you," Martha teased, looking pointedly at Angel's hand that was lightly rubbing a circle into the Doctor's chest, LOVING how they both blushed at that and Angel pulled her hand away, only for the Doctor to snatch it and just hold it in his.

They really were just SO easy to tease!

"So," the Doctor cleared his throat, trying to control his blush.

Angel shook her head and moved to the monitor, checking something, "We need to refuel," she called the Doctor over, showing him some readings as Martha joined them.

"Ohh…" he hissed through his teeth, "Seems like the angels managed to drain a bit of the power."

Martha nodded, following, "So what do we do? How do we refuel a time machine?"

"I know the perfect spot," Angel smiled, moving to the keypad and typing in coordinates, not noticing the Doctor's smile fade when he saw the location…

Cardiff.

~2008~

One year later would find Sally sitting in a shop, looking down at files of the Weeping Angel incident, when Larry came in, "Can you mind the shop? I'm just nipping next door for some milk."

"Yeah, no worries," she waved him off.

"What's this?" he looked down at the purple folder in her hands.

"Nothing," she tried to hide it but it was too late, he saw it.

"Sally! Can't you let it go?"

"Of course I can't let it go!"

"This is over."

"How did the Doctor know where to write the words on the wall? How could he get the transcript? Where did he get all that information from?"

"Look...some things you never find out. And that's ok."

"No, it isn't!"

"Ever think this might be getting in the way of...other things?" he shifted, looking at her softly.

"We just run a shop together," she said quietly, "That's all it is, just a shop."

He nodded sadly before taking a breath, "Anyway...milk. Back in a mo."

Larry turned to head out as Sally watched him go before her eyes widened, spotting the Doctor, Martha, and Angel getting out of cab with bows and arrows strung across their backs right outside the door, "Doctor!" she called, running out of the shop, "Angel! Doctor!"

"Hello!" the Doctor smiled, turning around, as Martha ran on, Angel stopping with him, "Sorry, bit of a rush, there's a sort of thing happening, fairly important we stop it."

"My God, it's you, it really is you," Sally gasped, "Oh, you don't remember me, do you?"

"We don't have time for this!" Martha shouted, "Migration's started."

"Look, sorry, I've got a bit of a complex life," the Doctor apologized, "Things don't always happen to me in order. Gets confusing, especially at weddings, I'm rubbish at weddings, especially my own."

"Oh, my God!" Sally just shook her head, "Of course, you're a time traveler. It hasn't happened yet! None of it, it's still in your future!"

"What hasn't happened?" Angel asked.

"Doctor!" Martha shouted, "Angel! Twenty minutes to red hatching!"

"It was me," Sally shook her head, "Oh, for God's sake, it was me all along. You got it all from me!"

"Got what?" the Doctor eyed her.

"Ok," she stepped forward, "Listen. One day you're going to get stuck in 1969. Make sure you've got this with you. You're going to need it," she handed him the folder.

"Doctor!" Martha called, "Angel!"

"We really shoud go," Angel told him, tugging his arm.

"Yeah, listen, listen, got to dash...things happening," he told Sally, "Well, four things. Well, four things and a lizard."

"Ok," Sally smiled, "No worries, on you go. See you around, some day."

"Sorry, what was your name again?" Angel asked her.

"Sally Sparrow."

"Nice to meet you Sally Sparrow," she smiled.

Larry walked up just then, looking at the trio in shock, completely stunned. Sally just stepped back to him and took his hand, "Goodbye, Doctor, Angel," she turned and led Larry into the small shop, their arms around one another.

The Doctor smiled at the sight before taking Angel's hand and hurrying off.

~1969~

"Don't blink! Blink and you're dead! Don't turn your back. Don't look away. And don't blink! Good luck!"

A/N: Lol, did you catch the River reference? And awww, I loved that little scene in the park, how adorable are Angel and the Doctor? Speaking of...I think it's high time we came up with a pairing name for them :) If anyone's got any suggestions for names, just leave a review and, at the end of Utopia, I'll put a poll up on my profile and we can vote :)

Speaking of Utopia...OMG! Next we get Jack! I'm so excited :) AND! We might make it to another sneak peek by the next chapter! Wow! :)

Lol, have to say for Cold War (no major spoilers but)...one of my OCs will definitely be getting a kiss because of that episode :)

Some notes on reviews...

Angel will definitely be getting stronger, not just in her abilities, but in the Vortex as well :) It's really been a build up to get her from where she was to where she is and where she'll be :)

Oh of course we have to have 11 being jealous! He's just too adorable to resist :)

I'm hoping to get the next Time Lady video (Angel's 9th incarnation) up later today or (the latest) tomorrow night :) I've just got a paper to write up first...stupid classes...

Thanks for pointing out those two little slips! I went back and fixed them :) Lol, that's what I get for editing at 3 in the morning...stupid tax deadlines...I've barely been making it home by 11pm this last week :( But now that the deadline is almost over, I'll have more time! :)

I love 'primal' 10 :) I get chills writing him like that and when he's storming :) All I can say about the Mating is...good things come to those who wait :)

Lol, I love the Magic School Bus, I used to play the computer games of the solar system all the time :) It's been added to my tumblr too, along with a video I found of a parody 'Tik Tok' but for DW :) As for the movie parody, lol, I thought it was really creative :)

Oh the cruelness of that question, making me pick just one of my babies for my favorite (so unfair!) lol. It's so hard because the Professor was my first so she'll always be special to me, but I DO love how Evy just slaps the Doctor when he's being an idiot, but...if I have to pick just one...Angel. Just because I feel like Evy and the Professor are already so amazing but with Angel we really get to see her journey. Seeing where's she's been, how she started, and knowing where's she's going and what she'll do in the future...Angel is my favorite for her journey :) Like Rory!

Harriet Jones too! Right! :) And we can't forget...Matt Smith :) How ironic right?

And...Happy Birthday to Midnight Angel414! I hope you have an amazing day :)