Ugh, Buffy and Angel, anyone? (I hate myself so much.) Anyway, here's Wonderwall. I mean, "Blink".

Thanks to michaela page 22, Winchester Nimrod, Yosbones, Marina, Shadowbat12, CrowsAce, antisocial-gallifreyan, Mabudachi-trio, NorthernMage, Keith The Dark Lord, FandomsUponFandomsUnleashed, babelgirl, Alexandria-reid-Winchester, Just Another Fandom Fangirl, Akayuki Novak, sin3adl3ila, Fulminata, and an unnamed guest for reviewing, and to anyone else who read. Here we go.


One average day in London…

The Doctor, Sam, and Martha climbed out of a taxi they had taken from Wester Drumlins and began looking up and down the street. "This way, I think," said Martha, getting ready to take off. She was toting a quiver of arrows, and the Doctor had a bow strapped across his chest.

"Oi, you 'aven't paid yer fare!" the cabbie hollered at them.

Sam handed him some bills. "Keep the change, mate."

Suddenly, a blonde woman came running out of a store at them, a large blue folder in her hand. "Doctor, Doctor, Doctor!" she cried.

"Hello, sorry, bit of a rush," said the Doctor distractedly to her. "There's sort of a thing happening. Fairly important we stop it."

"My God, it's you. It really is you," said the woman breathlessly. The Doctor stared at her in confusion. "Oh, you don't remember me, do you?"

"Doctor, we haven't have time for this. The migration's started," said Martha impatiently.

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

"Wait. What wedding?" said Sam, glaring at the Doctor.

"Oh, my God, of course. You're a time traveler," the woman realized. "It hasn't happened to you yet. None of it. It's still in your future."

"What hasn't happened?" said the Doctor.

"Doctor, please. Twenty minutes to Redd hatching!" said Martha.

"It was me. Oh, for God's sake, it was me all along. You got it all from me," said the woman, shaking her head.

"Got what?" asked the Doctor.

The woman cleared her throat. "Okay, listen. One day you're going to get stuck in 1969. Make sure you've got this with you." She handed the Doctor the envelope. "You're going to need it."

"Doctor!" Martha shouted.

"Yeah, listen, listen, got to dash. Things happening. Well, four things. Well, four things and a lizard."

"Okay. No worries. On you go. See you around some day," said the woman, turning to go back into her store.

"What was your name?" the Doctor called after her.

The woman looked over her shoulder. "Sally Sparrow," she said.

"Good to meet you, Sally Sparrow." The Doctor smiled at her.

Suddenly, a tall blonde man carrying a carton of milk came up next to Sally. He caught sight of the Doctor-and Sam-and gawked at them, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.

Sally smiled and took the man's hand. "Goodbye, Doctor." She pulled the man into the video store and shut the door.

"Weird," said Sam. "This happen to you often?"

"Sort of," said the Doctor. "Anyway…off we go!" Sam laughed as the Doctor grabbed his hand and took off running down the street-just like always.

Except now…the Doctor and Sam were truly together.


They tracked the Redd, a specimen from a semi-sentient species from the planet of Jukogreem, to a large cathedral downtown. It had apparently drifted in through the Cardiff Riff, and had settled in London. Luckily, the Redd have a natural psychic camouflage to them that makes them invisible to all except those who are looking to find them. It was egg-laying season for this particular creature, and according to the Doctor, newly hatched Redd were highly radioactive, and would be a danger to the patrons of London, and the world. But, the Doctor explained, if the Redd was pierced precisely in its laginal lobe, by, say, a bow and arrow, the offspring, their eggs still tethered to their layer via the equivalent of an umbilical cord, would hatch harmlessly, and the Doctor could transport the Redd and its babies back to Jukogreem in the TARDIS.

"But Doctor, won't shooting the Redd in the whatsit hurt it?" Sam asked.

"Nah, it's perfectly harmless. The Redd regenerate cells fast. It'll be like get a shot at the hospital. Now…" The Doctor pointed down the hall. "Sam, you go thataway and look for the Redd. Holler if you see it. Martha and I will look down the other way."

"Aye aye, Doctor," said Sam, following the alien's orders and heading away.

After about fifteen minutes of walking through the dark, creepy cathedral, Sam still hadn't located the beast. "Bloody hell," he muttered to himself. "They've probably already located the bloody thing and taken care of it. Guess I'll go back."

But when Sam turned around, he was suddenly nose-to-nose with a giant chunk of rock. "Ah!" Sam cried in surprise. Then he curiously shined the light on the obstruction.

It was of an angel crying. "That's odd. That wasn't there before," said Sam. He stared and stared at the statue, expecting it to move, but it didn't.

Then…he blinked.


Suddenly, Sam heard a loud car horn. He turned and saw two very bright and very close headlights barreling straight for him. Sam yelped as something tugged on his wrist and pulled him out of the way of the speeding car just in time.

"Watch where yer goin', you crazy kid!" yelled the driver out of his window. Sam noticed the car was old of make, late sixties or early seventies, maybe.

Sam turned to find the Doctor's bony fingers curled around his wrist. "Told you they'd get him too," said Martha, coming up behind him as the Doctor pulled Sam into a hug.

"I wish they hadn't…but at least we're all together," said the Doctor.

"Er…what's going on?" said Sam. "Where's the church?"

"In the future. It probably hasn't been built yet, or they're just building it now."

"Wait, are you saying we've time traveled? How? We're not in the TARDIS," said Sam.

"It was the angels," said Martha. "The statues."

"Hey, I saw a statue of an angel. It sort of…snuck up on me. Sounds kinda weird, though, right?"

"Not weird at all," said the Doctor. "It happened to us too. The Angels knew we'd be coming. They were waiting for us. It was an ambush."

"Er…what?" said Sam.

"It's 1969, Sam. Just like that girl said it would be." The Doctor sighed and pulled the blue folder Sally Sparrow had given him from an inner flap of his coat. "Sam…we're in trouble."


The Doctor, Sam, and Martha went through the folder and learned all about the Weeping Angels and Sally Sparrow and the DVDs. They learned that they would have to find Billy Shipton, record their message, and leave it for Sally to find in the future, so she could send the TARDIS back to them. When Sam asked the Doctor how exactly it was all going to fall into place, the Doctor replied with a vague, "Wibbly wobbly, timey wimey…"

But with no TARDIS, the time travelers were stuck in one place, for once. They checked into a chintzy motel to spend the night in, until they could achieve more suitable accommodations. Money was a bit of a problem, but the Doctor managed to convince the manager with his psychic paper that he was the Earl of Hampshire, and the motel eagerly put them up.

The Doctor came inside his and Sam's room and locked the door. "Martha's settled in. She's a bit paranoid about bedbugs, but I convinced her bedbugs didn't exist till the mid-seventies."

"Thanks for that," grimaced Sam. "Well, is she okay?"

"Yes. Not happy about being stuck, but…yes. She'll be fine."

"Good," said Sam.

The Doctor came to his side. "And what about you, Sam Tyler? Are you okay?"

"Well, I'm stuck in 1969, with killer statues on my tail." Sam sighed. The Doctor took his hand and kissed his temple. Sam looked up at him and smiled. "I'm just perfect." He kissed him.

"Good," said the Doctor, kissing him back. Sam drew his hands up the Doctor's back, while the Doctor clutched Sam's upper arms. The Doctor felt Sam's lips curve into a smile.

This kiss was different than the others. Not so chaste and affectionate as it was before. As they moved against each other, one of the Doctor's hands drifted up and into Sam's thick hair. Sam made a noise and pulled the Time Lord into him by the waist. Their lips parted, their breathing quickened. The passion was mounting, and they were getting steadily more urgent about the way their mouths moved together. Finally, Sam had to break away, gasping for oxygen. The Doctor chuckled shyly, cupping Sam's cheek, their foreheads and the tips of their noses brushing.

"Doctor." Sam's whisper was barely perceptible. "Take me to bed."

The Doctor pulled away slightly, his big brown eyes widening in surprise. "Really?" he asked.

Sam nodded, nervous, but sure. "Yes...make love to me. Please," he murmured.

The Doctor nodded. Then he kissed him once more, more tenderly and deep than ever before.


Their limbs entwined with the thin motel sheets, the two lay together, Sam with his head on the Doctor's hearts, staring outside at the rain, the Doctor combing his fingers through Sam's untamable hair. Both of them were still and content, just lying there, skin pressed skin, listening to the pit-pat-pit-pat of the water drops splatting against the window pane and each other's breathing.

"I love you," said Sam quietly.

"I love you too," the Doctor said back. He smiled to himself. "Sam Tyler: the little human that stole my hearts."

Sam shifted until he and the Doctor were lying on their sides, facing each other. "Blimey, I'm sore. Is it gonna be like this every time?"

"Oh, not every time," said the Doctor. He grinned evilly. "Just when you're a delicate virgin."

"Oi!"

"Besides, I'm not the one who kept whimpering, 'more, please, harder!'"

"I was not whimpering," Sam informed him with a telling blush.

"Well what would you call this noise?" The Doctor made some high pitched sounds from the back of his throat, sounding like a hungry puppy, obviously mocking Sam.

"I hate you," tsked Sam, then he laughed and settled into the Doctor's arms. "Not really."

"Sam," murmured the Doctor. "Sing something for me."

"Really?" Sam was slightly surprised. He never really sang in Driveshaft, just back up vocals, but his voice was decent.

"Really," said the Doctor. "But if you're too tired, I'd understand-"

"No, no, I want to," said Sam quickly. "What do you want me to sing?"

"Anything." The Doctor's voice was husky with affection and sleep. "I don't care. Just sing something to me."

"Alright." Sam got an idea. He cleared his throat nervously. Then he began to sing:

I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure

Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing

The Doctor was revelling in the sound of his singing. Sam let it encourage him and continued.

Lying close to you feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
And then I kiss your eyes
And thank God we're together
I just wanna stay with you in this moment I'll treasure
Forever and ever

I don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing

The desire to close his eyes and let sleep envelope him, as the Doctor's arms were enveloping him, was growing stronger and stronger, but Sam was determined to finish the song.

I don't want to miss one smile
I don't want to miss one kiss
I just want to be with you
Right here with you, just like this
I just want to hold you close
Feel your heart so close to mine
And just stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time...

Sam, too drowsy to keep his eyes open another minute, succumb to slumber. The Doctor chuckled fondly and pulled him closer, finishing the song himself.

Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing.

Then the Doctor shut his eyes and joined his lover in dreaming. The Time Lord and his human slept peacefully, not knowing how very, very soon their short time together was going to end.