Author's Note: Hey all! Its been a while since I have written anything, let alone Fanfiction so bare with me. Hope you all like it. - Writercrash

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Doctor Who, no matter how much I wish to.

Chapter 1: Blink and You'll Miss It

Artemis "Arty" Hansen's leg bounced beneath the counter of the circulation desk. Bored beyond measure, she had spent the majority of the day daydreaming about worlds beyond the imagination. Only to be interrupted by small children needing help reaching the egregiously tall shelves and the occasional high school student looking for research assistance. The most dynamic moment of the day was when a middle-aged woman screamed at her co-worker, Julia, and herself for thirty minutes. She raved on about "why there wasn't a copy of Fifty Shades of Grey available for her perusal, while she waited to pick up her children from school." Even after they explain to her that all six copies they had in inventory had been checked out. In Arty's eye's, nothing could have made that day more cumbersome than it already had been.

"So… got any plans for the weekend?" Asked Julia, who was awkwardly spinning around in her chair to keep herself occupied.

"I am working a shift at Delphi Theatre box office this weekend for Seussical. Maybe watch a couple of Doctor Who and Merlin reruns. Other than that, not much. Mother is working a double shift this weekend at the hospital, so I will probably be on my own. Like always." Arty replied. "You?"

"Well, there is this Memorial Day party that my friend is throwing this weekend. I'm super excited! There is going to be burgers, beans and beer." Julia pauses for a moment, as if contemplating if she should continue. "You're welcome to join me if you wish. Josh said I can bring a plus one if you are interested."

"No thank you. Parties aren't really my scene." Sarcasm dripped in excess from her voice. By Arty's tone, you could tell this was not the first time they have had this conversation.

"Arty, you have got to get out more! Other than working here or at Delphi, you never go out. You might as well be a hermit!" Arty sat there in silence, watching the seconds click by on the clock. No matter how many times she had heard it, Arty couldn't find it in herself to change her habits. Most of her life she had been left alone. Her father, Mathew Arthur Hansen, died when she was only three years old. He was in active service in the military overseas, when his troop was attacked by local militia. He didn't survive the night. Her mother, Lillian Sky Hansen, was an emergency room doctor at their local hospital. When her mother was home, she barely paid attention to Arty, other than to take care of her basic needs. She began to find solace in her own presence.

"Thank you, Julia. Really, I dearly appreciate your concern. But I don't think anyone would want me at a party."

"Arty come on you can't…"

"Arty! Julia!" A gruff male voice called from the front hallway leading into the library. It was Mr Cooper, the greasy head librarian. Mr Cooper had been working at the library as receptionist for years and had recently been promoted to head Librarian when the previous one moved away. He had little respect for his younger associates. "Stop lollygagging! We need to lock up!" The clock had barely struck nine PM closing time before Mr Cooper was pushing the two girls out the front door, locking them outside.

The girls stood there in silence, debating on what to say next. Taking a deep breath, a mustering everything she had, Arty turned to Julia. "I hope you enjoy your party. I appreciated the thought, but I will have to decline. Goodnight and get home safe." With the final word, Arty turned on the spot and began to walk home.

Only living twenty minutes away on foot from the library, Arty never felt it necessary to bring her car. The daily short walk home had been a relaxing portion of her routine. Crickets chirped away as she strolled down the neighborhood sidewalk. She came upon a long stretch of wrought-iron fence. Sitting beyond the border was the extensive town cemetery filled with elegant statutes and morbid rows of headstones in varying degrees of decay. Not breaking the cadence of her steps, Arty continued along the path. As she walked past the threshold of the cemetery, she noticed that the sound of the local wildlife had dissipated. The cricket's chirps had petered out and there was no longer the occasional distant bark of a dog playing in the backyard. Most people would feel uncomfortable walking through a cemetery at night, but due to the few stories her mother told her of her work at the hospital, Arty never felt uncomfortable with the idea of death. Beginning to feel a looming presence behind her, Arty came to a sudden halt and turned. The shadows of trees waving in the wind was the only movement she saw. Coiled as tight as a spring, she stood there staring out at the path behind her waiting for someone to jump out. After a minute, she slowly spun back around and continued on her walk home.

She only made it two steps before she heard a twig snap behind her. Jumping and turning on the spot, again she found no living presence in her shadow. She only found a long stretch of tombstones with the occasional mausoleum guarded by a stone angel statue. Arty not knowing what lurked in the shadows, turned and sprinted for the other end of the expanse. When only a few steps from the edge, Arty tripped over a large root from a large maple tree. Tumbling to the ground, she felt her ankle twist to an unnatural degree as she slammed into the fence gate. As she laid there, she could only hear the deafening sound of her heavy breathing. She felt a cold hand press down on her shoulder, then darkness.

*******TIME SKIP*******

When she came back around, Arty found herself sitting in a windowless room with stained white walls. The lowest wooden shelf that lined three of the walls rested just two feet above the ground. A sharp pain zipped through her ankle as she attempted to sit up. Crying out she came to a sudden halt, taking a deep breath to relieve the ache. She gently pulled herself along the floor to the door, clenching her teeth through the pain. Reaching upwards to the doorknob she attempted to open the door. Finding that it was locked, she shifted her weight to slowly stand and tug needlessly on the door. No matter how hard she pulled, the door wouldn't give. Losing hope, she collapsed to a heap on the floor.

"Great!" She cried, "Managing to get yourself kidnapped and locked in a decrepit pantry. Good job Arty!" She sat there in silence for thirty minutes, trying to think of any way to get herself out. Ideas continuously tumbled through her head, each more ridiculously then the last. "I could try to punch a hole in the drywall to the room next door… assuming that there are no bricks or wood supports in the way. Oh, or I cry out and hope that the Doctor hears my cries on the physic paper and comes to help… but oh wait he is a fictional TV character." As each minute passed, Arty began to lose hope, until she heard movement from outside. With all her might she began slamming her hands on the door calling for help. Footsteps came pattering up to the other side of the door.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" A soft female voice called from the other side.

"Yes. Hello please help! My name is Arty Hansen. The door is locked and I'm injured. I was walking home from work, when someone grabbed me shoulder and I blacked out. I don't know where I am."

"My name is Sally Sparrow, I can help you. It's a two sided lock, let me see if I can find a key in one of the draws." The sound of draws rapidly opening and closing rang through the house.

"Did you just say your name was Sally Sparrow?" Arty choked out.

"Yes, why is there a problem with that?" She asked, genuinely curious.

"No, one problem at all." Arty began to bounce her uninjured foot. Anxiety began to creep its way into her subscious. Softly to herself she began "Great! Either I am delusional or I am in a coma and this is all some crazy dream," pausing. "However it is logical that somewhere in the world, there would be someone with the same name as a fictional character. But how crazy it would be that I would happen to run into someone with the exact same name as a Doctor Who character." Her mind continued to pace in time with the slamming of the draws.

"Yes! Arty I think I found the key." The sound of a metal key moving around in the lock was echoing in the small room. After a moment, the pantry door swung open and standing just outside was Sally Sparrow. It was "the" Sally Sparrow from the show. Welp, that's great. Arty scooted herself as far back as the pantry would allow. The mounting anxiety of the previous night and the subsequent morning were pressing down upon her shoulders.

Suddenly, the front doorbell rang through the silence of the house. Neither girl moved right away unsure what to do. Sally reached a hand out to her. "Let me help you up. My friend Katherine is in the front room. We can help you to the hospital after we see who is at the front door." Arty took a moment to consider her options. Realizing she had nothing left to lose at this point, she took Sallys hand. With her assistance, Arty hobbled her way to the front entry then sat on the stairs. Sally began to reach to open the front door when a young dark haired woman in a brown leather jacket stuck her head out of the adjacent room. "What are you doing? It could be a burglar." Katherine cried.

"A burglar who rings the doorbell. Oh this is Arty, she was locked in the pantry." Katherine looked at Arty with suspicion.

"Okay. I'll stay here in case of…"

"In case of?" Sally replied sarcastically.

"Incidents?"

Sally turned away from her friend and back to the door. When Sally pushed open the front door, a young blond man in a suit stood on the top step of the entry. "I'm looking for Sally Sparrow." The man stated hesitantly. Knowing what is to come, Arty tuned out the conversation, instead choosing to keep an eye on her surroundings. The mere knowledge of the creatures lying in wait around the house put her on edge. Sound of a slamming door caused her to jump, crying out as she slammed her injured foot into the floor.

"Kathy?" Sally went running off into the adjective room only to find it empty. She went searching throughout the first floor for her friend fruitlessly.

"Please," the man cried. "You need to take this. I promised."

Sally slowly walked back towards the man. "Who are you? Why are you here?"

"I made a promise. To my grandmother. Katherine Costello Nightingale."

"You're grandmother?

"Yes, she died twenty years ago" Huffing, Sally took the letter from the man, ripping it open and looking through the pictures rapidly.

"So they're related?"

"Sorry?"

"My Kathy, your grandmother. They're practically identical." The two stood staring at each other waiting for the other to cave. Finally, Sally unfurled the letter that was amongst the photographs and read it in silence. Arty sat on the stairs solemnly, with the knowledge of truth. Sally would never see her friend again, and it wouldn't be until after she fought through a perilous trial that she would realize this.

"This is sick! This is totally sick!" Sally raced up the stairs, nearly trampling Arty in the process. Arty and the man sat in silence for a moment, before he began picking the photos off the ground.

Arty looked at him with pity and understanding. "If you give them to me, I'll make sure that she takes them." He looked at her for a moment, then handed her the pile.

"Thank you. I made a promise to my grandmother, and I don't know what I would do if I couldn't fulfill it."

"Rest assured, you've done all you can." The man stared at her for another brief moment then turned and headed out the front door. Not even another minute later, Sally comes racing down the stairs taking them two at a time.

"Come with me. I'll drop you off at the hospital on my way out." She stated as she pulled Arty to her feet. Arty placed the pile of photographs in the letter in her hands. Sally sighed and placed them in her jacket pocket. She helped her hobble along the pathway to the front gate. Arty continually glanced backwards at the path to ensure they were not being followed.

*******TIME SKIP*******

After staying in the hospital for a night for observation due to her blackout, Arty hobbled her way out the front door with a cast on her fractured ankle and a set of new crutches. As she crossed a hallway corner, she bumped into Sally Sparrow heading in the same direction. Tears were resting in the corner of her eyes. Having known what just happened Arty kept quiet. "I am glad to see you better," said Sally.

"Thank you for taking me here. I probably wouldn't have made it otherwise." Looking down, Arty saw the list of DVDs resting in Sally's hands. "So, where are you headed?"

Sally looked reluctant to tell Arty, almost as if she worried if she said it allowed, it would prove how crazy it sounded. "Back to the house at Wester Drumlins. This is going to sound crazy, but there is a video easter egg that Kathy's brother found with a guy in a pinstripe suit talking about the angel statues. Just like the ones at the house. The video seems like you are only hearing one half of the conversation. He warns about the dangers of these angels… and get this. All seventeen DVDs that it is on, are the only ones that I own. That's crazy right?" She asked barely breathing in between thoughts.

Arty thought very carefully about her next words. "Honestly, after my past couple of days, nothing would surprise me." Sally smiled gratefully. "Let me come with you. You will have extra support."

"Alright. As long as you are okay with walking" Arty followed Sally out the front door of the hospital and down the street.

*******TIME SKIP*******

"You live in Scooby Doo's house." Larry pushed his way past Sally and into the next room and began to set up the DVD player.

"For God's sake, I don't live here." Arty sat on the floor in the center of the room staring out the window at the angel statue that was in the garden. Not trusting the creatures, Arty refused to take her eyes off of them for a single moment.

"Okay. This is the one with the clearest sound. Slightly better picture quality on this one, but I don't know…"

"Doesn't matter."

"Okay." Larry clicked play and Arty slowly allowed her eyes to drift down to the screen, still keeping the angel within her line of vision. "There he is." Sally came up alongside her.

"The Doctor." Arty breath out earnestly.

"Who's a doctor?" Larry queried

"He's the doctor." Sally replied

"Yup, that's me." Even knowing how the Doctor knows what to say, it still unnerves Arty how he seems to be replying to them.

"Okay, that was scary."

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

"Yes I do"

"And that"

"Yup. And this"

Sally looks on incredulously, "He can hear us. Oh, my god. You can really hear us"

"Of course, he can't hear us." Larry replies exasperated, reaching over and grabbing a booklet from his bag. "Look. I've got a transcript, see? Everything he says. 'Yup, that's me.' 'Yes, I do.' 'Yup, and this.' Next its…" Suddenly speaking in sequence with the Doctor "Are you gonna read out the whole thing?"

"Who are you?" Sally asked

"I'm a time traveller. Or I Was. I'm stuck in 1969." Martha pushed her way in to frame, her frustration at the situation rolling off her.

"We're stuck. All of space and time, he promised me. Now I've got a job in a shop. I've gotta support him. Arty isn't even here to keep him in check so he just runs amuck and causes trouble." Not expecting that, Arty eyes widened in surprise. Her focus now completely on the DVD monitor, with no thought for the angel lurking at the window.

"Martha! Leave Arty out of this, it isn't her fault."

"Sorry Arty." Martha steps back out of frame. Now realizing the connection, Sally stares at her.

"I've seen this bit before. Arty? Do you know him?" Sally asked.

She sat there for a moment contemplating how to respond. "Honestly, I've never met this man in life." Feeling guilty for technically stretching the truth, she turned her eyes back to the monitor.

"Quite possibly." The doctor interjected.

"1969. That's where you are talking from."

"Afraid so."

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

"38"

"I'm getting this down. I'm writing in your bits." Larry plops down on the floor next to them, and begins to scratch away at the paper.

"How? How is this possible? Tell me."

"People don't understand time. It's not what you think it is."

"Then what is it?"

"Complicated"

"Tell me"

"Very complicated"

"I'm clever and I'm listening. And don't patronise me because people have died and I'm not happy. Tell me." Sally sassily replied to the Doctor. Arty had to give the girl credit, she could give the Doctor a run for his money.

"People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-stuff." Watching the Doctor, prattle his way through that line was even more ridiculous "in person" than on TV. "And Arty don't you dare pick on me for that line."

"Yah, I've seen this bit before. You said that sentence got away from you."

"It got away from me, yeah."

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

"Well, I can hear you. Well, not hear you, exactly, but I know everything you're gonna say."

"How can you know what I'm gonna say?"

"Look to your left."

Larry paused in his writing, with both girls turning their attention to him. "What's he mean by 'look to your left?' I've written tons about that in the forums. I think it's a political statement."

"He means you. What are you doing?" Sally asked.

"I'm writing in your bits. That way I've got a complete transcript of the entire conversation. Wait until this hits the Net. This will explode the egg forums."

"I've got a copy of the finished transcript," the girls returned their focus to the Doctor. "It's on my Autocue"

"How can you have a copy of the finished transcript? It's still being written."

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

"Okay, let me get my head around this. You're reading aloud from a transcript of a conversation you're still having."

"Wibbly-Wobbly, timey-wimey… What matters is we can communicate. We have got big problems now. They have taken the blue blox, haven't they? The angels that have the phone box." A shiver goes down Arty's spine, raising her eyes, the angel is still where she last saw it. Her eyes linger there for a moment before slowly drifting back to the screen.

"'The angels have the phone box' that's my favorite. I've got that on a t-shirt."

"What do you mean, angels? You mean those statue things."

"Creatures from another world."

"But they're just statues!" Sally cried.

"Only when you see them. The Lonely Assassins they used to be called. No one quite knows where they came from, but they're as old as the universe, or very nearly, and they have survived this long because they have the most perfect defence system ever evolved. They are quantum locked. They don't exist when they're being observed. The moment they are 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. 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. Loneliest creatures in the universe. Well, I'm sorry. I am very, very sorry. It's up to you now." Arty heart began to race.

"What am I supposed to do?"

"The blue box. It's my time machine. There is a world of time energy in there they could feast on forever, but the damage they could do could switch off the sun. You have got to send it back to me."

"How?" Sally pleaded. "How?"

"And that's it, I'm afraid. There's no more from you on the transcript, that's the last I've got. I don't know 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 you back, don't look away, and don't blink… Arty please be safe, I will see you soon. Good luck."

Silence rang through the house. For a moment no one dared to move or breath. "No, don't. You can't!" Sally cried as she shook the DVD player.

"I'll rewind him." Larry tried.

"What good will that do?" Arty snapped, beginning to feel the amounting pressure. It took a moment before any of them realized. "None of us are looking at the statue." Slowly, the three of them began to turn to their heads towards the window. Standing directly in front of them was a stone statue, with menacing teeth and claws. They scrambled to their feet. Sally and Larry let Arty go first due to her crutches. Arty began to quickly hobble her away down the hall and the stairs to the basement. At the bottom of the stairs, they discovered the Tardis, surrounded on all sides by angels. The three slowly inched their way towards it. As they reached the box, the lights began to flicker."

"Oh, great. Now they are turning out the lights. Wonderful." Arty stated sarcastically.

Sally began fumbling with the key attempting to open the door. "I can't find the lock!"

"Sally Quickly. They're getting faster, Sally! Come on!" Larry cried.

"It won't turn!"

Getting tired of waiting, Arty turned towards the box and pushed towards the door. "Let me do it." The moment she touched the key, it turned and the door opened. As if the Tardis was welcoming her inside. The three of them ran inside and slammed the door shut. Timidly, they made their way further into the room. Arty placed her hand on one of the coral columns and felt the energy pulse beneath the surface. Startled, she drew her hand back quickly. At the top of a platform off the main console, a hologram of the Doctor appeared before them.

"This is Security Protocol 712. This time capsule has detected the presence of an authorised control disc, valid one journey. Please insert the disc, and prepare for departure." Larry took the disc from the DVD case in his pocket and it glowed within its housing.

Sally searched along the console surface, until she found what she was looking for. "Looks like a DVD player. There's a slot." Suddenly the room began to rock violently back and forth. Arty stumbled and fell to the ground directly next to the console. She felt the golden energy of the Tardis drum beneath the floor, waiting for instructions. "Quickly, they are trying to get in," Sally cried.

Larry took the DVD from the case and placed it in the reader on the console. The Tardis began to dematerialize, leaving Sally and Larry behind. "I think it's leaving us behind. No Doctor you can't!"

From her place on the floor, all Arty could hear was the sound of the Tardis in flight ringing to deafening volumes. After what felt like an eternity, she felt thud of the Tardis finally landing in 1969. Sitting alone in silence, the only reassurance she had was she knew that Sally and Larry would be safe once the angels were forced to look at each other for all eternity. The doors to the Tardis slammed open and the Doctor jaunted in like nothing had happened.

"See Martha, I told you everything would be fine," he said. "Arty! I am so glad to see you." The Doctor came rushing over to her side, but she scooted as far away from him as the platform would allow her. He stopped and observed her. "Arty, are you alright?"

"Alright?" Arty cried indignantly. "Alright? Do you think I am alright? I have no idea where I am. As I was walking home like I do everynight, I suddenly black out and wake up locked in a pantry of an abandoned house, with a fractured ankle. A woman who lets me out is Sally Sparrow, a character from a TV show I watch back home. Her friend Katherine gets kidnapped by weeping angels. After I get checked out the hospital, I decide it's a good idea for some stupid reason to return said house with Sally and Katherine's brother, Larry. Only to watch a video of you in the past, who apparently knows who I am. We get chased down by weeping angels to the basement, where we manage to get inside the Tardis. Low and behold, I place my hand one of the columns and can literally feel her presence, as if that is completely normal. And now I am in 1969 presumably, with you, a fictional character from a TV character standing in front of me, asking me if I am alright. No I am not alright!" Silence rang through the room. The Doctor stood there gaping at me, as if I told him something surprising.

"I'm from a TV show?"

Arty's anger continued to rise. "Of everything I said, that is all you got."

"I mean, I always knew that you had knowledge into my life, but I was never aware it was because of a TV Show." A subtle ache began to form in Arty's head, she slowly started to sway on her feet. Realizing what was about to happen, the Doctor reached out to her. "Arty.." She faded to black.