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Maze :3

How Agnes could have forgotten the big plot twist of the episode was beyond her, after all she's watched it enough times to fill her mind with enough material for a dozen nightmares. (She didn't know her limits, alright...)

Now it was no surprise she felt this icky around those weird statues, when it was really a hundred weeping angels hiding in plain sight.

The thought alone made her want to turn back and run, somewhere, anywhere, just far away from this situation and she had to push the panic down to not turn into a frightened mess.

Luckily having to climb up three flights of stairs was a little bit of a distraction. The pain in her legs and her aching lungs helped push back the panicked thoughts and replace them with pleads for death (as dramatic as that may sound).

Why in the hell climbing stairs was just as exhausting in dreams as it was in real life now, Agnes couldn't fathom. Usually that was one of her favourite parts of dreaming, just jumping stairs up and down like it was nothing. Floating around like she weighed nothing at all and gravity was just an illusion.

But now having to climb all the steps on their way up to the maze of the dead...that might be her true death sentence.

Luckily, the teenager wasn't the only one who shared that sentiment. Amy, too, was panting heavily at Agnes' side, her eyes rolling back into her head, both out of exhaustion and annoyance... Agnes never related more to another person in her whole life.

"Are we there yet? It's a hell of a climb!" the ginger groaned and Agnes nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, what she said!"

The Doctor and River, who were walking ahead of the two girls, basically mocking them with their athleticism, only turned to glance back at them swiftly.

"The Maze is on six levels, representing the ascent of the soul." River told them for some reason, as if that was supposed to make them feel better. Admiring the spiritual aspect of it was supposed to help?

"I only feel my soul descending but okay," Agnes muttered, earning a laugh from Amy.

"Only two levels to go," River encouraged them, sending a smile their way.

The Doctor seemed to be really busy with examining every single piece of the walls with his torch, not really paying any attention to Amy and Agnes' lack of stamina. It wasn't really necessary anyway as Agnes was sure all she would receive was some cheeky remark.

"What are you dressed so fancy for, anyway?" Amy asked, falling in step with Agnes, who had fallen back

a little.

Agnes shrugged but grinned.

"What, can't I make an effort once in a while?"

Amy laughed, connecting their arms. Agnes thought this was nice, chatting with Amy Pond like they were old friends. She had always liked her as a companion, maybe a little selfish and insensitive of Rory in the beginning, but just as quick-witted and bold, which she liked as she was the same.

"Oh my god. You were on a date, weren't you?" Amy squeaked in excitement, out of nowhere and managed to catch the attention of both River and the Doctor.

Wow, so her dying of exhaustion wasn't worth his attention but the possibility of her going on a date was. That's how she knew her lovely subconsciousness, it always knew how to set priorities...not.

Agnes' face pulled into a grimace.

"Ew, god no."

Amy smirked.

"So it wasn't a date with The Doctor then," she teased.

Agnes shook her head with a laugh, not noticing the sour expression on The Doctor's face, or the warning glance directed at Amy behind her back. No, the girl was too busy being amused by that ridiculous remark.

"It was just some boring dinner. And I didn't really want to go in the first place." she explained.

"Why'd you look so tarted up then?"

Agnes shrugged, giving Amy the cockiest grin she could manage.

"I enjoy looking absolutely stunning at all times, that's why."

Amy returned her grin, breaking out in laughter shortly after and Agnes nudged her in mock offence.

"You've done a phenomenal job at that, sweetie." River winked, turning her way.

Agnes touched her chest, moved.

"Aw, thanks, babe."

"Yes. I like your hair, " Amy added, pointing at the boxer braids Agnes had put her hair into.

The girl beamed, touching her hair.

"Thank you! Do you like the colour? I've dyed it recently," she asked, referring to the silvery colour of her hair and turning her head so Amy could see better.

And yes maybe it was a little weird to ask her subconsciousness, a little bit like fishing for compliments but talking with dream Amy felt so comfortable she almost forgot she wasn't real for a minute there.

The Scott pointed her torch at her head, examining it for a moment.

"Yeah, it's nice. Very cute," she gave her a smile.

Agnes beamed, hugging her arm closer and pressing her cheek to Amy's shoulder in a kind of hug. Amy returned the gesture by placing her head atop hers shortly.

They kept walking in silence for a while, looking around the area with curiosity and in Agnes place caution.

"Lovely species, the aplans. We should visit them some time," The Doctor suggested cheerfully.

Agnes was still walking side by side with Amy, but tried to fasten her steps in a subtle manner to be as close to The Doctor as possible. Now came the not so fun part of the episode and she'd really prefer her brain to stray from the original plot or at least have her have The Doctor's safety. One or both would be nice. Although asking her dreams for nice things was probably too much to ask for.

"I thought they were all dead?" Amy raised an eyebrow.

"So is Virginia Woolf. I'm in her golf team, well Agnes joins, too, sometimes," The Doctor waved her direction.

Agnes wrinkled her nose in amusement.

"Oh, do I?"

He sent her a wink before he continued.

"Very relaxed. Sort of cheerful. That's having two heads, of course. You're never short of a snog with an extra head."

Agnes would have probably laughed, but with every step they took deeper into the maze, the more she felt the tension in her body grow. Her eyes wandered between the statues, who were still looking like normal statues. Too bad Agnes knew better.

"Doctor, there's something," River spoke up, shining her torch on the statues, "I don't know what it is."

Agnes had always thought it was kinda funny how often The Doctor had mentioned the two heads but still took so long to realize what was wrong with the statues, that were clearly one-headed. Kind of ironic.

They were literally hiding in plain sight.

"Yeah, there is something wrong. Don't know what it is yet, either. Working on it," the Timelord told her and continued waving his torch around and yes Agnes was a little pissed because wasn't that supposed to be the smartest man in the universe?

"Idiot," Agnes couldn't help but utter under her breath.

That's what he was. An utter idiot.

Amy glanced at her in confusion. The Doctor didn't seem to have heard her comment as he rambled on about laws against self-marrying and how that was how the church rolled. Only to then turn around to Octavian, realising he was a part of said church, and tell him not to take offence. Obviously, he still did.

The man pointed his torch the direction a path went to, continuing down the maze. They all followed, Amy

still next to Agnes, with connected arms. She was glad she had her by her side at Doctor had joined them, walking close beside her. Finally.

Octavian has just told them that they had to go another 50 feet that way if they wanted to reach the wreckage of the ship. Which wasn't something Agnes wanted particularly but she didn't think she had any other options left.

Suddenly The Doctor turned to her, eyes narrowed in thought before falling a step behind to stand next to her.

"Wait, what did you say, Agnes?" he asked, confusing her.

Agnes furrowed her brows, She had not said a thing for several minutes now.

"What do you mean?"

"You called me an idiot," he reminded her, "What was that for?"

So he did hear, it just took a little while until it had caught up to his brain. Interesting.

Agnes shrugged, trying to hide her clear annoyance with how dense he could be. The statues, obviously it was the statues. Did he not notice how panicked she had become as soon as they had stepped foot into the maze? Wasn't he paying attention at all?

"No reason."

He eyed her suspiciously.

"The church had a point, if you think about it. The divorces must have been messy," Amy joked, trying to ease the tension that had fallen over the group.

Though her comment finally caused something in the Doctor's mind to fall into place. He stopped, eyes widening as he looked at Agnes. She had stopped too, disconnecting her arm with Amy automatically as the ginger tried to continue walking.

"Oh!" he mouthed.

Amy turned around looking between Agnes and The Doctor in confusion.

"What's wrong?" she asked, eyes settling on Agnes' pale face.

The rest of the group had stopped, too, looking either at The Doctor or letting their eyes go around the room, trying to figure out what had caused the disruption.

"Oh," River agreed, as she finally understood, as well.

Agnes turned her head to see the blonde's eyes widened in visible panic, as she stared at one of the statues. The Doctor had a similar look on his face, and as he met the teenager's eyes once again, who held the same panic, he knew his fear was justified. At least Agnes wasn't alone with her fear anymore.

"Exactly," The Doctor mumbled.

"How could we not notice that?" River hissed, addressing the Timelord specifically since she knew that Agnes had noticed.

The Doctor turned around, eyes going between the several statues around them.

"Low-level perception filter or maybe Agnes is right and we're thick."

"What's wrong, sir?" Octavian asked.

River and the few soldiers at her end came to join the Doctor and her, but he quickly the raised his hands motioning everybody to not move. He told them to stay where they are, as he turned towards Father Octavian once more. His eyes holding regret and guilt.

She hated that look.

"Bishop, I am truly sorry. I've made a mistake and we're all in danger."

"What danger?" he asked, looking through the room.

Agnes let out a shaky breath, a part of the soundtrack of Doctor Who echoing inside her mind, as everybody glanced suspiciously through the room.

"The Aplans," she heard herself say, trying and failing to steady her voice. "They have two heads."

"Yes, I get that. So?" Octavian asked and Agnes wanted to punch him for being so bloody stupid. Just like The Doctor and then herself for following them up instead of insisting to leave.

"So why don't the statues?" The Doctor asked.

Agnes felt his hand find hers once again, and she quickly slung her fingers around his palm, grabbing firmly onto it. This was really turning into a nightmare.

"Everyone over there," he pointed his torch behind Octavian "Just move. Don't ask questions, don't speak."

Everybody went to move, quickly rushing past the Doctor and Agnes to stand with Amy and Octavian. The Doctor waited until everyone had passed them, turning so he was standing with his back to the group. He pushed Agnes behind him, not letting go of her hand, as he slowly backed away.

"Okay. I want you all to switch off your torches," he ordered.

Agnes shook her head, stepping even further behind him.

"Please don't," she pleaded.

River looked at her with worry.

"Sorry," The Doctor murmured but encouraged the group to do as he told them.

"Sir?" one of the soldiers asked with uncertainty lacing his voice. He eyed Agnes' shaking form with concern and she couldn't help but feel a little grateful for his worry.

"Just do it."

The room grew darker, accompanied by the sound of clicking, as everyone but the Timelord switched off their torches. Agnes tightened her grip around The Doctor's hand.

"Okay, I'm turning this one off too, just for a moment," he told them, his voice gentle.

"Are you sure about this?" River asked.

"No."

All their eyes were trained on the statues. So many statues. They were filling the entire room. Agnes could not make out a spot free of any statues, but their own.

The doctor switched his torch off.

Just for a second everything was dark, all she could make out was the steady breathing of her friends, (because why not call them that when it was a dream anyway and they were all about to die a gruesome death) and the group of soldiers. All she could feel was The Doctor's firm grip around her hand.

Then he switched the light back on, the other ones following his gesture. And maybe that was worse than the darkness had been, Agnes thought. Her eyes were fixated on the statues. The statues that had all turned towards them, staring at them with empty stone eyes, faces somehow less distorted than before.

"Oh my god. They've moved," Amy breathed.

The light of the torches moved through the room, as the tension grew. The Doctor started rushing back the way they had come from, pulling Agnes with him. His light frantically moving to every face, Agnes seeing how all the statues had turned their direction. He stopped in front of one kneeling on the floor, their hand outstretched, for a desperate try to reach out to them.

The girl tried to flinch away, but The Doctor only tightened his grip.

"They're Angels. All of them."

Agnes felt like running.

"This is my worst nightmare," she mumbled.

"But they can't be," River denied.

"We're in my worst nightmare."

"Clerics, keep watching them."

Then he pulled Agnes away back towards the direction of the stairs. He stopped at the vantage point of the cavern, shining his torch down the cave. Two statues that are trying to climb up right in front of them.

Amy and River had followed, stopping directly behind them.

"Every statue. Every single one in this maze is a Weeping Angel. They're coming after us."

She wanted to scream.

—

The four of them had gone back to the group, back to the alcove, where they could watch over the statues. Have some kind of overlook on them. The doctor had not let go of Agnes' hand, squeezing it every now and then in an attempt to calm down the shivering girl. She appreciated it, she really did and honestly feeling the Doctor's warmth radiating towards her, because of how close he was standing, almost gave her a feeling of safety. Almost.

If it weren't for the situation they were in.

She tried to follow the conversation between Amy, River and The Doctor about how all the statues could be Angels when they were neither fast nor looked like the one in the recording. But all the girl managed to pick up was how they were losing power because they didn't have any energy resources and how the Byzantium's crash was a rescue mission for the Angels.

Agnes was too fixated on her ever-growing panic to focus on what they were saying exactly. Her chest was tightening and every time her eyes fell on one of the potential angels she felt another shiver run down her spine.

"And now we brought them Agnes."

Wait what?

Agnes snapped out of her trance when she picked up her name. She looked up at The Doctor with confusion.

"What?" she asked dumbfounded.

He ignored her, as he turned towards River, who looked between her and The Doctor in concern.

"We need to get her out of here fast. She should not be near the weeping angels," River said.

The Timelord nodded. Agnes furrowed her eyebrows. When her eyes met Amy's she saw the same confusion behind them. That was comforting.

"Uh, I agree. But why?" she asked.

She did not get why they had to get her away from the angels, instead of the whole group, the way it was in the episode. What did her mind have in store for her in this dream?

"You're full of chronon energy, even more than I am. As long as you're near the Angels they'll regain their strength a lot faster," the doctor explained, turning around to fully face her.

Agnes' stomach dropped. Obviously, yes, why not.

The doctor gripped her shoulder.

"You're still cold, aren't you?"

She nodded.

"They're stealing your chronon energy, which is linked directly to your body temperature. They've done it the second you've landed here, that's why you're cold. That's why my jacket does not help."

Agnes didn't understand. She tried, but her mind felt like it was going a thousand miles a second, blurring all her thoughts together. How could her mind come up with such complicated stuff, when she herself was an absolute failure in physics.

"We need to get out of here fast," River said and the Doctor nodded in agreement.

Father Octavian reached for his two-way radio, warning his men. The Doctor still stared at Agnes, eyes skimming over her face, as if he was searching for something but didn't know what.

"How am I full of chronon energy?" she whispered.

His silent staring made her nervous.

"Because of your jumping," he explained, brows furrowing together.

The voice of Bob sounded through the room, as he answered Octavian's call. The Doctor turned towards the older man, trying to listen in, but Agnes tugged his hand, wanting his attention back on her.

"...Jumping? What do you mean by my jumping?"

"You constantly crossing the vortex without any form of protection basically fills you to the brink with chronon energy," he explained quickly, before turning towards Father Octavian once more.

Agnes blinked. Crossing the time vortex? What kind of sick joke was that supposed to be? That was not even possible, so much she knew. How did her mind come up with so much bullshit on the spot?

She had just opened her mouth once more to ask him another question, maybe if he (in this relation her subconsciousness) was utterly stupid, but something Bob had said alerted the Doctor and he let go off her hand to snatch the two-way radio away from Octavian.

"Bob, Sacred Bob, it's me, the doctor."

Octavian looked utterly insulted by the action and started to protest but The Doctor interrupted him.

"Where are you now?" he asked Bob.

When Octavian tried to protest again, The Doctor told him to shut up. Agnes didn't think she'd be able to relate to Octavian at all, but his annoyed look at the Doctor's words made her change her mind.

"I'm on my way up to you, Sir. I'm homing in on your signal," she heard his voice through the radio.

Agnes felt another shiver run down her spine at his words, knowing just all too well who was on their way up to them. And that someone was not Bob.

"Ah, well done, Bob. Scared keeps you fast. Told you, didn't I?" he mused, "Your friends, Bob. What did the Angel do to them?"

"Snapped their necks, Sir."

The team exchanged horrified glances. Agnes shifted closer to where Amy and River were standing, the blonde quickly stepping closer and reaching out to her.

"That's odd. That's not how the Angels kill you. They replace you in time. Unless they need the bodies for something."

Octavian grabbed the walkie-talkie from The Doctor's grip to address Bob once more: "Bob, did you check their data packs for vital signs? We might be able to initiate a rescue plan."

The Doctor rolled his eyes at the suggestion, snitching the radio out of Father Octavian's hands once more.

"Oh, don't be an idiot. The Angels don't leave you alive," he snapped, before going back to Bob, "Bob, keep running. But tell me, how did you manage to escape?"

Agnes felt the chill before she even heard Bob answer the question.

"I didn't escape, sir. The Angels killed me, too."

Silence. For a second, everything was quiet. Everybody seemed to hold their breath. Agnes looked to River and Amy, both of their faces paler now. The three of them exchanged uneasy glances.

"What do you mean, the Angel killed you?" The Doctor asked, clearly stressed out.

"Snapped my neck sir," he explained, "Wasn't as painless as I expected, but it was pretty quick, so that's something."

"If you're dead, how can I be talking to you?"

Bob, or rather the Angel, explained how it killed the young cleric but used his cerebral cortex and a reanimated version of his consciousness to communicate with them. It was a horrifying image, really. Agnes judged by the expressions of disgust and horror the faces of the rest of the crew held, that they shared her thoughts.

"So when you say you're on your way to us..."

"It's the Angel that's coming, sir, yes. No way out."

With that Agnes was not the only person panicking anymore. The soldiers looked to their commander, expecting orders, visible distress on their faces. Amy looked to Agnes, fear written across her features.

Octavian looked around the group, quickly making his decision. He raised his arm, telling them to continue

to the wreckage and urging them to do so quickly.

River pushed Agnes in front of her, rushing her to run and honestly the girl didn't find time to complain about it. She glanced back at The Doctor, who did not make any attempt to move, but since she knew he'd follow behind quickly she decided it was better for her to worry about herself at the moment.

They quickly ran through the corridors, River's hand clasping hers to pull her along. They were halfway through the tunnels when Agnes suddenly remembered Amy. Still running, Agnes looked back over her shoulder but the redhead was nowhere in sight. Shit.

"River. Amy stayed behind."

The blonde turned, looking for the redhead as well, but when she didn't see her, she turned to Agnes.

"She'll be okay. She is with The Doctor. Come on."

Agnes let River pull her forward reluctantly. She couldn't help the bad feeling she got at the thought of leaving Amy behind. And the memories of the redhead being frightened. But she knew The Doctor would take care of it. Which made her push forward after all.

They stopped a few meters down the tunnel, all their heads going up to look at the spaceship that crashed into the ceiling. It looked enormous from where they were standing. Agnes was sure she'd never seen such a huge spaceship, and that was only the part that was visible from here.

"Well. There it is. The Byzantium," Octavian told them with a smile.

"It's got to be thirty feet. How do we get up there?" River asked, furrowing her brows as she looked at Agnes.

"Check all the exits. I want them all secure."

The rest of the men did how they were told, quickly scattering off to watch over the corridors.

Agnes looked up at the Byzantium, then around what she could see of the cave.

"This is shit," she muttered.

She thought having the Doctor, Amy and River here was her subconsciousness trying to calm her, give her a few people to help her through this shit adventure that her brain had made up. Or rather copied and pasted out of a Doctor Who episode. Apparently, after the day she's had, it did not even have the energy to think of something better.

But now the Doctor and Amy were gone, who knew if they would come back. People just vanished in dreams, without any explanations. And now she was stuck with only River by her side and a few Church people she hardly cared about at all. And soon they'd be surrounded by Angels.

"I know, sweetie. Don't worry, The Doctor's gonna be here any minute. He'll know a way," River stepped next to her, moving her hand up to her shoulder to give it a reassuring squeeze.

Agnes ignored her words.

"Why can't I have good dreams for once? Why are my dreams always weird and shitty?"

River blinked.

She opened her mouth, but then was interrupted by one of the soldiers running towards Octavian, stumbling over his words when he told them that the Angels were getting closer and his torch kept flickering.

Agnes let her eyes wander around the group. She noticed how all of the torches did that the exact same moment Octavian said it out loud.

"So does the gravity globe," River added, her eyes still trained at Agnes.

She closed her eyes, trying to drown out the panicked whispers and scurrying around. She tried to concentrate, really concentrate on waking up or at least changing the scenery. Usually, she was at least able to change something, anything, even though it never worked out completely. Waking up, she usually could. Closing her eyes mostly worked, since somehow opening them again eventually resulted in her opening her eyes in the real world.

She had not noticed The Doctor or Amy joining the group again, nor had she noticed how frantically the doctor looked for a way to escape the angels. At least not until she felt a nudge in her side.

"Are you alright, Nessa?"

For a second Agnes thought that maybe she was only half asleep. The only person who called her Nessa was her dad. But when she opened her eyes again and blinked and her vision cleared a little, she was only met with the worried Amy, looking down at her.

Agnes looked around, but they were still in the cave, meters under the Byzantium and surrounded by hungry predators.

"I don't think so, no," she admitted.

The Doctor glanced at her, clearly distressed.

"I need you to get a grip, Agnes," he told her, but honestly she could not care any less.

Why wouldn't she just wake up?

"There is something the Angels are very keen you should know before the end," she heard Angel Bob's voice echo through the walkie talkie.

"Which is?"

"I died in fear."

The exact way Agnes would end up in this dream turned nightmare, she just knew.

"I'm sorry?" The Doctor asked, an edge to his voice.

"You told me my fear would keep me alive but I died afraid, in pain and alone. You made me trust you, and when it mattered, you let me down."

The Doctor's jaw clenched, his stare turning cold and Agnes thought she noticed his posture stiffen, too.

"What are they doing?" Amy asked in a hushed voice, looking between Agnes and River.

"They're trying to make him angry,'' River told them.

"Which is honestly the worst thing they could do if they're trying to win," Agnes added.

"I'm sorry, Sir. The Angels were very keen for you to know that," Bob apologized but judging by his monotone tone Agnes knew he wasn't really sorry.

"Well, then the Angels made their second mistake, because I'm not going to let that pass. I'm sorry you're dead, Bob, but I swear to whatever is left of you, they will be sorrier."

That was the first time Agnes saw at least a glimpse of the oncoming storm the Timelord was so often described as coming to the surface. She heard the edge in his voice, heard the anger and pain that laced it. Agnes was certain that if it was her on the other side of the radio, she'd be terrified.

Angel Bob did not share that sentiment.

"But you're trapped, Sir, and about to die."

The Doctor sounded bitter when he told them that yes, he may be trapped but that they did make a huge mistake. Ignoring when the Angel asked what mistake that was, he turned to his friends.

"Trust me," he told them, eyes focused on Amy and she nodded.

"Trust me?" he asked, eyes moving towards River, who gave him a cheeky grin.

"Always."

Then he turned to her, again staring at her with a look she could not quite place, like he was looking for something but did not yet know what.

"Agnes? Trust me?" he asked.

She nodded, not hesitating. This may just be a dream but even if it wasn't, she trusted The Doctor with every fibre of her being.

He gave her a smile, before turning away again. Asking the other people of the group if they trusted him.

"We have faith, sir," the leader of the cleric affirmed.

"Then give me your gun. I'm about to do something incredibly stupid and dangerous. When I do, jump."

He took the gun from the Father's grip, inspecting it with wary eyes.

"Jump, where?" Octavian asked.

"Just jump, high as you can. Come on, leap of faith, Bishop. On my signal"

"What signal?"

"Won't miss it," the doctor mused, then he raised his arm that held the gun pointing it at the direction of the Byzantium, or how Agnes knew the gravity light.

"Sorry, can I ask again? You mentioned a mistake we made," Angel Bob asked.

Agnes grabbed Amy's hand, giving her a determined nod, signalling her they'd jump together. Because what else was she going to do at this point.

"Oh, big mistake. Huge. Didn't anyone ever tell you 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?" Bob asked.

Agnes' eyes shifted towards the Doctor, his grip tight around the gun and his eyes staring determinedly at his target. She was sure the shiver that ran down her spine that very moment was the first one that was not caused by the weeping angels, but by him.

"Me."

A shot rang to the air and Agnes jumped.