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Love, Maze
River was still pulling Agnes along by the time they had put enough distance between the group and the Weeping Angels so they had stopped running and were walking instead. Maybe the blonde suspected her to just run back towards the Doctor again if she let her out of her sight, or loosened her grip on her arm, but honestly, Agnes wasn't dense.
And Doctor or not, she'd certainly not run back towards the evil predators that seemed to have an interest in her specifically. And that crack in time and space which had awoken that strange feeling inside of her she couldn't describe.
That man knew what he did. He didn't need her to save him. That was clear.
They'd been walking for a few minutes only when River stopped, causing Agnes to slow as well and when the girl looked up to find out why that was her eyes fell on the pale face of Amy Pond.
The redhead was staring into thin air, eyes unfocused and swaying around, close to losing her balance.
Shit. Why did she keep forgetting things?
River let go of her to rush to Amy, hands grabbing her shoulders to stabilize her a little and Agnes quickly followed, frowning in concern.
"Amy? Amy, what's wrong?"
"Four," was her only response before she fell back on a mossy tree trunk and laid down.
Agnes rushed to her side, kneeling down beside her as she lifted her hand to remove the strands of red hair covering Amy's face, feeling how cold her skin actually was. Her forehead was sticky with sweat, too. When she told River, the woman's face scrunched up in panic, before she turned and demanded a med scanner, already sliding down to sit beside her and in front of Amy. Octavian handed it to her.
"I'm so sorry, Amy," Agnes mumbled as she stared into the girl's glassy eyes, "I'm so stupid. I could have helped you sooner."
"Doctor Song. We can't stay here. We've got to keep moving," Father Octavian interrupted River as she secured the band around Amy's arm.
Agnes glared at him, reaching out to hold onto Amy's hand. He better not make a scene or she'd have to intervene.
"We wait for the Doctor," River insisted, punching a few buttons on the devive.
"Our mission is to make this wreckage safe and neutralize the Angels. Until that is achieved..."
"Father Octavian, when the Doctor or Agnes -" Agnes looked up in surprise when the blonde used her name "-are in the room your one and only mission is to keep them alive long enough to get everyone else home."
River let out a huff of air, glancing at Agnes as if to emphasise her words. Make sure she knew she meant it. She'd never had anyone stare at her with such determination…it was weirdly heartwarming.
"And trust me, it's not easy. Now, if he's dead back there, i'll never forgive myself. And if he's alive, i'll never forgive him," the blonde taunted before her face suddenly fell and she groaned "And Doctor. You're standing right behind me aren't you?"
"Oh yeah."
Agnes turned around to see The Doctor, without his jacket once again, standing on top of a few branches. He sent River and her a smile.
"I hate you," she heard the blonde groan behind her.
"You don't," he mused before making his way over to them "Bishop, the Angel's are in the Forest."
Good, so they were going with bad news first then. Wonderful.
Octavian straightened his back, aware of the threat and turned towards his soldiers.
"We need visual contact of every line on approach," the man taunted.
The Doctor fell down beside Agnes then, eyes narrowed down at the unmoving Amy in concern.
River glanced at him quickly before she looked back at Amy.
"How did you get past them?"
"I found a crack in the wall and told them it was the end of the universe."
Agnes raised her eyebrows at him and scoffed. The Doctor sent her a grin.
"Agnes helped with giving me my jacket back of course."
"What was it? The crack?" Amy asked, voice soft.
"The end of the universe. Let's have a look then."
The Doctor snatched the med scanner that was still resting in River's palm away from her, examining it with furrowed eyebrows. If she would have to describe the emotion written across his face she'd say it was confused distress. Amy did not like the silence of that emotion.
"So, what's wrong with me?"
"Nothing you're fine," River tried to calm her, while at the same time the Doctor blurted out "Everything, you're dying."
"Doctor," River hissed, leaning over Amy in a protective manner.
Agnes squeezed the girl's hand in an attempt to help her calm down. She'd understand though if that might now be a lot harder after The Doctor decided to drop that bomb on her. Stupid Timelord.
"Yes, you're right. If we lie to her she'll get all better," he stated, sarcasm lacing his tone. "Right. Amy, Amy, Amy. What's the matter with Amelia? Something's in her eye. What does that mean? Does it mean anything?"
"Doctor," Amy tried to get his attention.
"Busy," he interrupted.
"Scared," she laughed.
Agnes cracked a little smile.
"Of course, you're scared. You're dying. Shut up."
The Doctor got up, no time to concentrate on Amy's fears as he started pacing up and down, rambling his thoughts out loud. River softly pat Amy's arm, telling her to just let the Doctor think. Yeah, right. Remembering how much time it took him to figure out the whole 'Aplans got two faces' situation, Agnes couldn't help but be a little sceptical.
Not because she didn't know The Doctor always came up with a plan. He did. Especially when it concerned his friends. But quite frankly, Agnes didn't want to wait on him. Especially not when she was supposed to know about this bloody episode.
And she tried her best to remember the episode. Her thoughts were still scattered across the place and the dream perception didn't help all that much either. If she could only pull herself out of it, start seeing clearly once more and just think…
She pressed her eyes close, squeezing Amy's hand again as she tried to remember what had happened in the two-parter concerning the Weeping Angels. She'd watched it enough times to know. Hell, she'd watched it too many times for it to be considered healthy anymore, especially remembering her irrational fear of the Weeping Angels.
Why did she watch something that freaked her out so many times? What did that say about her…wait, no, she was supposed to remember.
She barely heard Father Octavian's warning that the Angels were slowly edging in, also trying to block out any of the Doctor's ramblings. Which was hard, that guy talked a lot.
Okay, think. Think. What happened in the episode? First Amy looked an Angel in the eye, then the Angel was in her eye. Then she started believing her hand was made out of stone...
"The image of an Angel is an Angel," Amy muttered beneath her breath.
After that she started counting backwards to scare them but also to show how long until the process was done.
"...Because as long as her eyes are open, the Angel can climb inside. There's an Angel in her mind," the Doctor's voice beside her brought her back to reality.
As long as her eyes are open.
Agnes tore open her eyes, ignoring the Doctor throwing away the communicator and screaming in frustration and grabbed Amy's shoulder.
"Amy, close your eyes," she commanded.
The Doctor and River wiped their heads around to look at her in surprise.
"Why? I don't want to," the redhead begged.
The Doctor fell down next to Agnes' side, staring at her with a mixture of disbelief and fascination and she didn't really understand. It's not like she had been figuring this out all on her own, she just remembered what she saw in the episode. There really wasn't a reason to look at her…like this.
"Yes, yes, of course. We've got to shut down the vision centers in her brain, where the Angel is. How do we do that? Pull the plug."
He squeezed Agnes' shoulder in affirmation.
"Amy, do what Agnes said. Close your eyes!"
The redhead shook her head, whimpering."No, no. I don't want to!"
"Good, because that's not you. It's the Angel inside you. It's afraid. Do it. Close your eyes."
Out of wide eyes the redhead glanced between the both of them, not seeming all too enthusiastic about the plan even after receiving the nods of confirmation they gave her. She still hesitated but she closed her eyes, squeezing them shut. They all stared at her in anticipation and Agnes hoped that nothing had changed, yet. Nothing could have changed. She wasn't there for the Angel Amy encounter.
A beeping sound came from the med scanner and when River checked on it, she breathed out in relief.
"She's normalising. Oh, you did it. You did it!"
Relief rolled over her body in waves and Agnes let herself fall back on the ground, not letting go of Amy's hand, still. The Doctor next to her sighed loudly, before turning towards her with a huge smile resting on his lips. Snucking his hand around her shoulder, he pulled her close into a side hug, planting a kiss on her cheek and Agnes turned to grin at him.
She didn't even do anything.
"Good job," he told her, squeezing her shoulder tight and for a moment she was ready to belief thay this wasn't just a dream but that this really was the Doctor being proud of her for something she herself believed to be so mundane. The warmth in her chest, the hand on her shoulder, the affection in his eyes.
And she smiled back.
—
The Angels were slowly closing in. With every passing second Agnes knew they were wasting time. Amy couldn't move. She was still too unstable from the effect the Angel inside her had on her and although they had to move, they all knew that with Amy they couldn't.
The Doctor was just explaining his plan, which involved Amy staying behind with the clerics to watch over her and protect her from the Angels and River, The Doctor and Agnes, yes her, to continue forward to the primary flight deck to somehow stop the Angels and then save Amy.
A typical Doctor plan, only halfway thought through.
Agnes followed his words only half-heartedly. She was sitting next to Amy, now, on the rock and not on the ground anymore.
The redhead hadn't let go off her hand yet and Agnes hadn't really minded. She probably needed just as much comfort from Amy as Amy needed from her. After all, she still wasn't completely sure what to make of anything that was happening. Her thoughts were still too clustered, her mind still too foggy to grasp a clear idea, and yes the adrenaline had kicked in, too, at some point. She had given up then.
Until they were out of this hell hole of an adventure she'd just assume it wasn't a dream. That would have to be enough. She could deal with anything else later. With all the gritty details and everything she didn't want to think about, yet.
Amy's grip on her hand tightened when the Doctor explained his plan to leave her behind basically, even more so when Father Octavian stated he'd go with the three of them. Agnes didn't think the redhead was even aware of it, but she could basically feel the anxiety radiate off of her.
"Doctor? Please. Can't I come with you?" Amy asked when River and Octavian were starting to walk off.
"You'd slow us down, Miss Pond," Octavian called rather unkindly and Agnes let out a disapproving snort.
Idiot.
"I don't want to sound selfish, but you'd really speed me up."
The Doctor sat down beside Amy, leaning down a little to mutter comforting words. Agnes could see his discomfort with the situation. Although he tried to play it down and act as if it wasn't a big deal for Amy to stay behind, probably trying to convince himself as well, that it would be safer, Agnes could see he wasn't too happy with it.
"You're safer here. We can't protect you on the move. We'll be back for you soon as we can, I promise," he bumped her shoulder and sent Agnes a smile.
"You always say that…"
Amy sounded frustrated, her grip tightening a little more around Agnes' hand.
"I always come back," the Doctor reminded her before standing up, reminding the clerics to protect Amy with their life, before turning and walking off in the direction River and Octavian disappeared. He stopped suddenly when he noticed something was missing, that something being Agnes still sitting by Amy's side. He looked back at her, eyebrows knitted in confusion.
"Come on, Agnes. Hurry up now!"
When she didn't move he started walking towards them again, reaching out his hand for her to grab, as if her not being able to stand without him was the problem.
Idiot, she already made her decision.
"I'm staying with Amy."
She could practically feel Amy relax under her grip with her words. The Doctor was another story. He stared at her for a moment, forehead all crinkly, before his hand unceremoniously to his side again.
"What?"
"You heard me."
"But you're scared and you know you'd be safer with me, don't you?"
He sounded a little insecure about his last statement as if he feared Agnes hadn't meant what she said earlier, that she trusted him…. Which he also was an idiot for.
Maybe she should make a list.
"I do."
This didn't help remove that look of confusion from the man's face. The opposite happened. He looked even more confused, glancing in between Amy and her, turning around to make sure River and Octavian hadn't gotten that far ahead before looking back at Agnes.
"Why aren't you going with me then?"
Agnes thought that was a really stupid question, too. Shouldn't The Doctor know by now? If he really knew her how he stated he did he would understand for sure. Or maybe the adrenaline made her too emotional?
"Because Amy is my friend and she's scared, too. So I'm not leaving her," Agnes squeezed Amy's hand to reassure the redhead of her honesty.
"I'm not scared," Amy protested weakly.
"Yes you are, shut up," she told her, then turned back towards The Doctor, "Maybe i'd be safer with you...but Amy would be safer with me...right?"
Her voice had lost volume throughout the end of her sentence. What if Amy wasn't actually safer with her by her side? What if Agnes had gotten it all wrong? Sure she had the advantage of sight right now and some knowledge of the episode, but she was also on the brink of having some sort of breakdown for sure.
The Doctor's soft smile stopped her insecure thoughts. He gave her a nod.
"Yes she would."
She smiled back at him.
"Cool. I'm staying then."
The Doctor snorted in amusement, rolling his eyes at her casual banter before he turned serious once more.
"Don't you dare die," he told her, looking like he was about to go ahead and kiss her forehead a third time but then decided otherwise, turning around to run off towards where Father Octavian and River had disappeared.
"Am i that reckless or why do you feel the need to tell me that all the time?" she called after him but The Doctor only sent her another smile over his shoulder before vanishing behind the trees.
"Thank you," Amy whispered.
Agnes nudged her shoulder again.
"Sure. It's better to be scared together anyway,"
And although it was meant to be a joke, she kinda meant it. She was scared, too, a little bit, just a smidge…
They fell into silence and Agnes looked around to see the clerics had taken positions so they were building a circle around the girls.
"Why did you do that? Decide to stay with me? You don't even know me."
Agnes furrowed her eyebrows together, turning back to look at Amy, who was facing ahead, eyes still closed.
"But i do."
"You haven't met me before. Remember, you thought you were dreaming," Amy reminded her.
"Well i still know who you are! A total badass. And...i hope we are friends, because if not that would be kinda embarrassing on my part, giving that whole speech to The Doctor."
Amy's lips quirked up in a smile and then she laughed.
"Yes, we are!"
Agnes grinned.
"So," Amy cleared her throat, calling towards the men, "What's happening? Anything happening out there?"
"The Angels are still grouping," one of the soldiers told them.
The lights started to flicker, then. Fuck.
"Are you gettung this, too?"
"The tree? Yes," another soldier called back.
Agnes felt the panic set in once again. She truly hated this.
"What's wrong with the trees?" Amy whispered to her.
In the background the clerics were panicking as the flickering increased and Agnes looked around, seeing trees upon trees but no Angels. Not yet.
"Agnes," Amy urged.
"The Angels are ripping the cables out...they're trying to shut out the lights," she explained.
She couldn't see a single thing sitting down, so she decided to stand up to get a better view on what was happening, her eyes falling on a group of Angels that were slowly creeping closer towards them. Okay, maybe she should have not looked…
The clerics were getting ready to act, calling to each other commands, making Agnes feel all icky. Amy stood up next to her, turning around, helplessly, not knowing what direction she should turn to.
"What is it? What's happening? Just tell me," Amy demanded, voice growing nervous at the panicked voices of the clerics.
"Keep you position and mam', keep your eyes shut," one of the men told Amy, "Wait."
Everything was quiet and Agnes felt the tension growing in the air. All the men got ready to fire their useless weapons at the weeping Angels. Agnes pushed Amy down again, looking around and waiting for the catastrophe to take place.
But…wait, she didn't remember the clerics or Amy being even truly attacked by the Angels. There was something else that happened before this situation could get out of control, something important, something…
A sudden steam of light pulled everyone's attention away from the danger. Agnes turned her head, the same feeling that had stricken her back in the flight deck washed over her again.
It was the crack.
"Marco, the Angel's have gone. Where did they go?" she heard one of the soldiers state.
Amy behind her let out a sound of surprise.
"What, the Angels?"
"There's still movement out there, but away from us now. It's like they're running."
"Running from what?"
The crack.
—
Agnes felt mesmerized. She didn't know why that crack had such an influence on her but for some odd reason it seemed to call her. The energy, she could feel it almost pulling her towards what she knew would be her damnation. It didn't make her feel sick at all, it was more like a warmth that was surrounding her, lulling her in.
Agnes was so enveloped by the light that she didn't hear anything about what Amy was planning to do. Only the pull on her hand as Amy fell on her knees beside her pulled her back to her senses. She looked down, surprised and confused, but before she could react one of the soldier (she should really start asking for names) had already dropped down beside her and covered her eyes with his hand.
"Are you okay?" the cleric asked, taking his hand away from Amy's eyes again.
Amy nodded, turning her face towards Agnes, who slowly sat down on the tree log again, trying her hardest to avoid looking at the crack.
The icky feeling inside of her didn't leave.
"Yeah, it was the same shape," she mumbled
"Marco, you want me to take a closer look at it?" the other soldier next to Agnes asked, eyes focused on it.
Wait...why where there only two of them?
"Go for it," Marco agreed and the cleric started walking off.
"Don't get too close."
"Wait, what about the other two?" Amy asked, and Agnes looked back towards Marco with an uneasy feeling in her gut "Why not just wait until they're back?"
Marco looked at Amy in surprise.
"What other two?"
Oh no.
"The one's you sent before," Agnes remembered quietly.
She hadn't paid any attention earlier, she was too focused on the crack. But now she clearly remembered the two men walking toward it. The two men who never existed in the first place. Her throat closed up at the thought.
Marco glanced at her in confusion.
"I didn't send anyone before."
"Yeah, you did. I heard you. Crispin and Phillip," Amy insisted.
"Crispin and who?"
"Crispin and Phillip," Agnes reminded him, altough she knew he wouldn't remember. He couldn't.
"Amy, Agnes, there never was a Crispin or a Phillip on this mission, I promise."
"No i heard you. Before you sent Pedro, you sent Crispin and Phillip, and now you can't even remember them," Amy mumbled, "Something happened. I don't know what, and you don't even remember."
Of course Agnes knew, or she was supposed to know, she was sure. For some odd reason Crispin and Phillip had been erased from existence the second they came too close to the crack, close enough so the light could reach them.
"Pedro?" Marco asked and Agnes felt shivers running down her spine.
"Yeah, before you sent Pedro."
Marco looked between the two women like they've lost their mind and honestly maybe they have. Maybe she had. Maybe she should just close her eyes as well and wait this out.
"Who's Pedro?"
Amy shook her head.
"Something's happening. Pedro was here a second ago and now you can't even remember him."
Agnes felt the need to look at the crack again. Maybe if she got a little closer to it she could find out why it made her feel that way and...no. No.
That was a bad idea. She couldn't do that.
"There never was a Pedro. There's only ever been the three of us," Marco insisted.
"No, there were six of us. Why can't you remember," Amy sounded frustrated, something the girl could certainly get behind.
Agnes swallowed down the lump in her throat. "She's right. There were six of us. I'm sorry, i messed up."
Marco didn't look convinced at all.
"Listen, listen. I need to get a closer look at that light, whatever it is. Don't worry i won't get too close," Marco promised them, fishing out a communicator out of the inside of one of his pockets.
Agnes watched him in disbelief, shaking her head, as he placed the object into Amy's hand.
"No, you can't do that!"
He ignored her.
"Spare communicator. I'll stay in touch the whole time," he promised, sending a smile towards Agnes as if he'd hoped that would calm her down.
It certainly didn't.
"No, you won't because if you go back there what happened to the others will happen to you," Amy tried.
"There weren't any others," Marco groaned.
"There won't be any you if you go back there."
Marco seemed to think about her words for a second, glancing towards Agnes and then back at Amy. But she knew he made his decision and she knew that nothing they'd say would change his mind. But she didn't know what to do about it. The Doctor would, he'd know how to stop someone from walking into their death…something that was worse than death.
"Two minutes, I promise," he told them before he jumped to his feet and started running towards the crack.
Agnes had to cover her eyes to not be drawn in by the mysterious light once again.
Amy called after him but Marco didn't look back.
The redhead let out a frustrated sound and Agnes squeezed her hand just like she had before.
"Do you know what that light is? I know you aren't allowed to tell me but some answers would be really nice,"
Agnes looked down at her with furrowed brows. Why wasn't she allowed to tell her anything? Was that some rule the Doctor had made up. Sure sounded like him.
She didn't waste too much thought on it, though.
"I think it's chronon energy," she guessed, remembering what the Doctor had told her about being full to the brink with that stuff. She shrugged her shoulders, "It makes me feel all...weird."
"Weird, how?"
"I can't look at it without getting lost in the feeling of it."
Amy was quiet for a moment, only her scrunched up features told Agnes the woman was just as confused and concerned about that statement as she was.
Instead of worrying about it, Amy pressed the button on the communicator.
"Hello? Are you there? Hello? Hello."
Agnes turned to stare at her shoes, following the conversation between Marco and Amy only half paying attention. Her head hurt from everything that was happening. Maybe it was from the cold, now without the Doctor's jacket and with the Angel's apparently draining her energy even if they weren't even close.
Cold temperatures caused constriction of the blood vessels in the brain, she thought she read that somewhere. Maybe in one of the books her father had in his office, he had a lot of them.
She heard Amy calling for Marco beside her, but he must have gotten to the crack because he didn't answer.
"Amy? Amy is that you?"
It was The Doctor's voice sounding through the communicator now and Agnes felt a smile creep up her features.
Amy breathed out in relief.
"Doctor," she called out and Agnes let out a breathy laugh.
"Where are you? Where's Agnes? Are the clerics with you?"
Agnes quickly snatched the communicator away from Amy's grip, the redhead letting out a sound of protest, but she ignored it.
"I'm here, Doctor", she spoke into the walkie talkie. She's never been so glad to hear someone's voice. "But the clerics are gone. They got too close to the crack."
"They didn't even remember each other," Amy mumbled beside her.
"No, they wouldn't." The Doctor's voice was heavy with worry. "I'm sorry, I made a mistake. I should have never left you two there."
Agnes let out a sigh. He probably shouldn't have but it wasn't like he's had much of a choice.
"Well, what do we do now?" Amy asked her.
Agnes pressed the button again, pulling Amy to her feet.
"We'll come to you...but i don't think i remember the way...i...the crack's confusing me, Doctor. My head's all dizzy."
The other line was quiet for a moment and for a second Agnes was afraid the connection was disrupted, but then she heard a whirring sound.
"Turn on the spot," he instructed and Agnes did what he's told her, turning around as Amy followed her movements confused.
"When the communicator sounds like my screwdriver that means you're facing the right way. Follow the sound."
Agnes started moving forward, pulling Amy behind her, careful about warning her of roots and rocks on the ground she could stumble over.
"Agnes, there's time energy spilling out of that crack, you have to stay ahead of it," he instructed her and Agnes nodded.
Amy's grip tightened around her hand, as they were stumbling forward. Agnes' eyes went around, looking out for Angels, as well.
Amy seemed to get the same idea."But the Angels, they're everywhere."
"I'm sorry. I really am, but the Angel's can only kill you."
Agnes snorted. Wow, how reassuring.
"What does the time energy do?" Amy asked.
"Just keep moving!" the Doctor urged.
Agnes pulled Amy along, rushing to be faster.
"Tell me," Amy ordered.
"You will be deleted," Agnes mumbled, eyebrows bumped together into a scowl,"It erases everything you are and everything you've ever done. It will be unwritten. You will never have existed."
Amy stayed quiet after that and so did The Doctor.
Agned tried to push down the suffocating panic in her chest and concentrate on the beeping that would lead Amy and her to the Doctor hopefully. The distorting sounds were still a problem, sometimes she had to think twice and listen closely before she was sure that the frequency was the same at the one of the sonic screwdriver.
She hated this. Why was her body so consistent about making her feel like she was still asleep. This dissociative state didn't even make sense at all.
"Agnes," the Doctor called through the communicator.
"What's up?"she asked, trying to sound as unconcerned as she could muster.
"I'm sorry. But the forest is full of Angels."
She huffed out, tightening her grip around Amy's hand as she felt the redhead flinch back.
"Nice. Love that for us," she hissed, turning her head to examine the trees and bushes around them.
Luckily she couldn't spot any weeping Angels, yet. But she knew that would soon change.
"Look, just keep moving," the Doctor urged and Agnes was reminded of Finding Nemo and the phrase Dory loved to mumble to herself like a mantra.
Amy scoffed behind her, but Agnes knew it was only to push down the fear and lighten the atmosphere. mThey kept moving for another minute or two when suddenly the light around them flickered again. Agnes's heart dropped.
They were surrounded by Angels now, two of them were only inches away from their faces, reaching out their hands already to touch them.
She froze in her place. Amy bumped into her back at the sudden halt.
"What's wrong?" the redhead asked quietly.
Agnes stared at the Angel in front of her face, trying to avoid its eyes and tried to calm their breath. She pressed the button on the communicator.
"Doctor?" she asked.
"Agnes, what's wrong?" Amy urged her.
"We're surrounded by Angels," she croaked out, cursing herself for being so stupidly terrified of statues.
"Okay, Agnes, listen to me. This is going to be hard but I know you can do it. The Angels are scared and running and right now they are not that interested in you," He was trying to calm her down but she let out a snort. "Their instinct kicked in. All you have to do is keep walking."
She nodded. She could do this.
Her feet weren't moving.
Or maybe not.
"You're not moving, Agnes. Now! You have to do this,"The Doctor shouted through the communicator.
The girl took a deep breath then she started walking forward, carefully guiding Amy so she wouldn't bump into any of the Angels. Her heart was pounding terribly in her chest but at least she could see, she couldn't even imagine how Amy must feel like.
"This is fine," she hummed, slowly threading her way around another statue, "I love this. This is great."
And around another statue.
"I'm having so much fun right now."
And in between two more.
"Wow, i can't think of a reason not to do that for the rest of my life. So calming. So relaxing."
Amy let out a nervous laugh behind her, making a sound a agreement. Agnes cracked a smile at that.
"You're doing great. Just keep moving," The Doctor told her.
Agnes rolled her eyes, but followed his order nevertheless.
"Look, i don't know about you but i think Amy and i deserve some bloody cake after thi-"
There was a flash of light enveloping Agnes' figure, but before she could ask what was going on she was suddenly not in the middle of a forest anymore but in the flight deck.
The girl stumbled forward, trying to regain her balance, her glance shifted towards Amy who was now leaning into River, probably having just as much of a problem to keep her balance as her.
"Don't open your eyes. You're on the flight deck. The Doctor's here." The blonde was mumbling calming words to Amy "See? Told you I could get it working."
Agnes tried to turn around to look towards The Doctor, when two arms were already grabing her to help her steady her weight. The Timelord sent her a grin.
"Hey," he greeted her and she let out a laugh.
"Hi," she smiled, straightening a little bit.
"I'll get you all the cake in the world i promise," he joked and Agnes nodded in agreement.
Suddenly an alarm blared through the room and Agnes looked up in confusion.
"What's that?"
The Doctor let go of her to rush back towards the panel.
"The Angels are draining the last of the ship's power." He ran around to the other side of the room "Which means, the shield's going to release."
The bulkhead started opening and Agnes took a few steps back until she was standing next to River, the blonde who still held onto Amy glanced at her with concern.
There were dozens of Angels lined up at the entrance, in the center and in front of them all stood the Angel with the walkie talkie. His face looked even more gleeful than she remembered.
"Angel Bob, I presume."
"The Time field is coming. It will destroy our reality."
With the statue serving as the body of the voice now, standing directly in front of them, Agnes felt more weirded out by it than she had before.
"Yeah, and look at you all, running away. What can i do for you?" The Doctor asked, staring out at the see of statues.
"There is a rupture in time. The Angels calculate that if you throw yourself into it, it will close, and they all be saved," Angel Bob stated.
"Well, i calculate that you're a moron, but okay," Agnes mumbled, gaining an amused snort from River.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Could do, could do that. But why?"
"Your friends will also be saved."
The Doctor nodded. "Well, there is that."
Hearing those words River let go of Amy and pushed past them to rush to the Doctor's side. She tried to stop him doing something stupid, like sacrifice himself for them, suggesting they could throw her in, since she was just as much of a complicated event in time.
The Doctor rolled his eyes at her idea and told her to get a grip, making Agnes furrow her brows in confusion, because, rude.
"You're not going to die here!" River pressed out.
"No, I mean it. River, Amy, Agnes. Get a grip."
River and Agnes understood what the Doctor meant at the same time. Or better, River understood and Agnes remembered.
"Oh, you genius," River mumbled, running back towards the two girls, pushing them towards the console.
Angel Bob didn't seem all too satisfied with the distraction.
"Sir, the Angels need you to sacrifice yourself now."
"Thing is, Bob, the Angels are draining all the power from this ship. Every last bit of it. And you know what? I think they've forgotten where they're standing. I think they've forgotten the gravity of the situation."
Agnes snorted at the Doctor's joke, putting her hands on the handle of the control panel right beside where River put Amy's.
"You hold on tight and don't you let go for anything in the world," River told both of them.
Agnes did as she's told, gripping the metal until her knuckles stood out white. She would not die in a dusty old space ship surrounded by the universe's oldest predators, that was for sure
"Or in other words. Night night," the Doctor called and rushed to gold onto one of the handles as well.
The whole world tilted to the side. Agnes' feet slid from the floor as they lost their footing and instead of standing securely on the floor, her whole body was hanging, the only thing preventing her from falling and following their Angels into the damnation was the steady grip on the handles of the control panel.
The blinding light of the crack seemed to increase until it was shut out. Leaving all four of them in a comfortable dim light.
The Doctor did it.