A/N: Well I would like to thank you guys for welcoming me back, especially bored411 like seriously its been a long time and you still followed me. That's amazing! Here's the fifth chapter.

"Doctor, why would an angel save him?" River, at least that's what the angel thinks the big-haired female was named, questioned. The angel hid behind one of the trees waiting to hear the conversation pan out.

"I don't know yet. I haven't finished talking. Right! Father, you and your Clerics, you're going to stay here, look after Amy. If anything happens to her, I'll hold every single one of you personally responsible, twice. River, you and me, we're going to find the Primary Flight Deck which is "

The Doctor wet his finger and pointed it up into the air, before turning to his right.

"A quarter of a mile straight ahead, and from there we're going to stabilize the wreckage, stop the Angels, and cure Amy."

"How?" River asked.

"I'll do a thing"

"What thing?"

"I don't know. It's a thing in progress. Respect the thing. Moving out!"

The angel glanced behind her shoulder at the men before staring at the red head girl, presumably Amy, before trying to turn back to her spot but was stopped in her tracks, unable to move.

"Doctor! You might want to come see this one!" The cleric that spotted her shouted. The Doctor quickly ran over to him before stopping before him.

"Why? What's wrong with this one?"

"It's got its eye on the girl, sir. And something strange is coming out of it, some liquid."

The angel focussed below her and saw a stream of grey and red settling at a small pool at her feet.

"Keep looking at it." The Doctor told the man, before coming closer to her, the angel.

He examined her from a safe range of being caught, making sure to scan her, looking at his screwdriver and his face scrunched up.

"This angel... " He mumbled to himself quietly before returning back towards the cleric.

"Keep an eye on this one, especially."

The cleric adjusted his grip on his gun.

"Right sir."

The angel could hear the footsteps the Doctor made and soon she saw the head cleric head towards him.

"Doctor, I'm coming with you. My Clerics'll look after Miss Pond. These are my best men. They'd lay down their lives in her protection." The bishop stared straight into the Doctor's eyes.

"I don't need you."

"I don't care. Where Doctor Song goes, I go"

After that the angel stared straight at the man, waiting for the moment he would look away. She thought of what she was going to do next. She felt the communicator in her hand fall and all she wanted to do was to make a noise, anything to get his eyes off of her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw it. The crack in the mental had gotten bigger than what it was before. It was all-consuming, she wanted to go towards it but also she knew what it would do to her.

"So, what's happening? Anything happening out there?" The girl, Amy shouted out.

The lights started to flicker in and out, the angel could hear the ripping of the treeborgs all around her.

"The Angels are still grouping. Are you getting this too?" Bob turned his head looking toward his other men in arms.

"The trees? Yeah." The other cleric adjusted his grip on his gun and pointed it towards the closest angel nearby.

"What's wrong with the trees?" Amy's voice rang out.

"Here too, sir. They're ripping the Trelleborgs apart."

The angels continued to tear apart the trees surrounding the group that huddled in the middle

"And here. They're taking out the lights." Another cleric added in.

"What is it? What's happening? Tell me. I can't see!" Amy kept fiddling with her fingers, fear rang out through her voice.

"It's the trees. ma'am. The trees are going out."

The trees continued to flicker in and out at a faster rate than before. Her sisters were starting to surround them, and she knew that if the men wouldn't move soon they would die. Either from her sisters or from the light.

"Angels advancing, sir."

"Over here again." Called out another.

"Weapons primed. Combat distance of five feet. Wait for it." The man ordered his other clerics.

Amy stood up and shouted, "What is it? What's happening? Just tell me!"

The man quickly responded with a firm voice. "Keep your position and, ma'am, keep your eyes shut. Wait!"

Suddenly the light began to grow brighter from the crack, flooding the forest with its light. She could feel the crack eating away at its surroundings. The angel heard her sisters scream in fear, they all soon fled, away from the inevitable. Her nerves are being fried from the amount of time energy being released and consumed, feeling the light hit the cracks along her body, making them burn.

"The ship's not on fire. Is it?" One of the men asked the stupidest question she ever heard in her entire existence. She had seen fires and they were absolutely nothing like this.

The man who had previously kept his eyes on her turned around toward the light.

Finally, she thought as she pulled away from the tree that previously hid her and moved into a more shady area. Still keeping close by in case anything happened.

The cracking on her hand continued to worsen and her hand became disjointed moving on its own.

The man that was positioned to watch her answered him, "It can't be. The compressors would have taken care of it."

He quickly turned back to where she had previously been and his eyes grew, "Marco, the Angels have gone. Where'd they go?"

"This side's clear too, sir".

Amy unknowingly slightly turned towards the voice, "The Angels have gone?"

Marco, presumably, reaches into his pocket and grabs a device. She needed to get away quickly. So she moved as fast as she could away from the group but still close enough in case of anything.

The angel wouldn't dare to look at her hand, she had felt the stone slowly peel away from something red that lied underneath it. It hurt so bad as if someone had peeled back her skin or maybe something did. She gently took her other hand and softly put her hand on top of the red part.

Immediately the cracks began to sting like she had been stung by a bee. She bit into her lip to prevent herself from shouting. She carefully brought her hand up to her mouth and began to blow onto the cracks and crimson red patches that appeared onto her stone form. It began leaking some clear fluid mixed with some other red liquid, presumably blood.

How was this possible? Angels didn't have blood, they were made out of stone. This couldn't be happening.

She decided to try something that she would regret in a few moments but her curiosity and urge to scratch at the cracking made her take her stone hand and began to peel back the stone from the patches of red on her right.

Immediately her body began protesting profusely, intense pain began to climb up her arm but she had to find out. She had to.

After lifting the stone off and throwing it away it wasn't a red patch of blood it was…? Skin.

Pale smooth skin, there were patches of red, yes, but there was a spot of skin.

Without warning she started to cough once more, she tried to muffle the sound as best as she could but it still escaped her. Soon she collapsed on her knees coughing.

"Hello. Hello. Is anybody there? Hello," Amy's voice drew the angel's attention toward her.

The angel slowly made her way towards Amy,

" Amy? Amy? Is that you?" The Doctor's voice came out of the communicator.

"Doctor?" Amy was able to choke out a response in relief.

"Where are you? Are the Clerics with you?"

Amy started to whisper once she heard the hacking and coughing coming from the angel."Doctor, someone is here. The clerics are gone, how can someone be here?"

"Amy focus on me, right now. No one is out there. Time is running out. Amy, I'm sorry, I made a mistake. I should never have left you there."

"Well, what do I do now?"

That was a good question. What was Amy going to do, she couldn't open her eyes, and that was the only thing that could keep her sisters at bay. Maybe she could help Amy, or maybe she could lead her.

Who was she kidding, the moment she touched the girl she would scream and run.

"You come to us. The Primary Flight Deck, the other end of the forest."

" I can't see. I can't open my eyes."

Suddenly the angel heard weird noises come from the communicator in Amy's hand.

"Turn on the spot."

Amy's face scrunched up, "Sorry, what?"

"Just do it. Turn on the spot."

Soon the sounds became more familiar, the sound of an electronic of some kind.

"When the communicator sounds like my screwdriver, that means you're facing the right way. Follow the sound. You have to start moving now. There's time energy spilling out of that crack, and you have to stay ahead of it."

"But the Angels, they're everywhere." Amy nearly dropped the communicator on the ground.

"I'm sorry, I really am, but the Angels can only kill you."

"What does the time energy do?"

"Just keep moving!"

Amy still hadn't moved. "Tell me."

"If the Time Energy catches up with you, you'll never have been born. It will erase every moment of your existence. You will never have lived at all."

She had to do something, or the girl wouldn't live. The angel looked around, she must have dropped her communicator when she left.

The angel began to search around for it, moving away from where Amy was, but still listening to the conversation.

"Amy, listen to me. I'm sending a bit of software to your communicator. It's a proximity detector. It'll beep if there's something in your way. You just maneuver till the beeping stops."

Wait, she was an idiot. The angel can just grab her communicator. That will certainly spook her but it might be her only hope.

So the angel turned back around and headed back where Amy was but the girl had left. She followed where the conversation could be heard. Her sisters, unlike her, were limited in hearing conversations the same way humans do. Especially when they're in their quantum-lock form.

Amy was in the middle of the angels, damn, how was she going to grab her. So she slowly walked behind her, carefully avoiding the angels surrounding her.

Reaching up over her shoulder, she quickly snatched the communicator and the girl proceeded to scream. The angel quickly covered her mouth, being able to feel the smooth skin underneath. She let her stone lips form into a shush.

The angel quickly tried to clear out her throat, she spat out a clump of stone.

"-AMY!" The Doctor screamed.

The angel grabbed the girl by the waist and quickly fled the area, towards the back of the primary flight deck, heading to the service hatch.

A/N: I KILLED BOB NO MY SWEET AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH. I debated whether or not to kill him but now I'm sad. Anyways, I feel bad. The next chapter should come out soon so no worries, not as fast as this one but should be sometime within this week.