Hello world! And welcome to this rewrite of my first fanfiction Angels, Demons and Timetravel. Before I start please know that updates will be very slow.
Also I do not own any of the characters of either Doctor Who or Good Omens.
Now without further ado let's jump in. I hope you enjoy.
It was dark when the Doctor opened his eyes and with dark I mean pitch black, there was no light to be seen anywhere.
That was the point at which he already knew he was dreaming. This was how most of his dreams looked like recently and he didn't know wether or not he was thankfull for this or missed his nightmares of about the war, at least he could understand where they and the emotions in them had their origin.
Next came the sensation of falling, still there was nothing to be seen or heard in the endless black void around him, not even the rush of the air around his ears as he fell or the sound of his own screaming, although he somehow knew that he was screaming at the top of his lungs. It was as if he was falling through a vacuum.
And as if that wouldn't have been enough already, his back burst out into a near unimaginable pain as he felt fire licking at his back, while he saw a gold glowing, blood like substance fall upwards as he plummeted down to...somewhere, somewhere very painfull it turned out as he fell into a pit of boiling sulfur.
With a scream he sat up in bed, cold sweat running down his body as he sat there shaking after living through that...nightmare? No, for a nightmare it had felt far too real...but if it hadn't been that then what? A memory? But that couldn't be either as he knew he had never experienced anything like that, nor anything even remotely comparable to that. That 'nightmare', for lack of a better term at the moment, had to have come from somewhere though...he would have to investigate that further later.
But for now it was time to get up, Rose would start wondering where he was if he wasn't up and about by the time she'd wake up, and there was really no reason to bother her with his sleep problems afterall.
He quickly got up, dressed and went to make breakfast for both of them before he took her out for another adventure, the strange dreams already forgotten about again and stored away in some far corner of his mind.
In the evening they returned, completely covered in mud from head to toe after an adventure running away from that one native tribe's swamp god. They were both laughing when they returned and, after a good victory hug, split up to shower and wash the mud off before they'd meet up again for dinner.
After dinner and a few hours spent blatantly cuddling in the library they both retired for the night.
That night the Doctor's dream was different. He wasn't falling through the endless void like always, instead he seemed to crawl, no slither rather up a high stone wall before rising to his full size next to a strange man...no angel rather he corrected himself after spotting the pair of pristine white wings on the other's back and the long, flowing white robes.
The blond angel seemed to be talking to him, bright blue eyes watching a couple battle off a large lion with a flaming sword in the distance, if the Doctor guessed correctly the angel was probably talking about them, he couldn't be sure though as he was still unable to hear in his dreams and couldn't make out the words the nameless angel was saying by reading off of his lips, as if he was speaking a language the Doctor didn't quite remember.
Still trying to figure out what the angel had said the Doctor nearly missed the lightning of the storm announcing itself in the distance. Only minutes later it started to rain and the angel unfurled a wing to shield them both from the rain.
With that image his surroundings turned dark and he woke up, staring at the ceiling of his room.
He lay there unmoving for hours, thinking about these more than strange dreams. There was something he was missing, something obvious...but he couldn't for the life of him figure out what it was.
Maybe, he thought, maybe he should write his dreams down somewhere, that way he would always be able to revisit older ones and piece the puzzle together as he was sure that more dreams would follow now that he'd had two of them already.
Nodding to himself he quickly got up and went to his desk, turning the lights on as he sat down and got an empty notebook and a pen out of his desk drawer. With that he started to write down both of his dreams in detail, adding sketches of the angel, the wall and the drops of golden blood in the void.
While he wrote and sketched he completely forgot the time, a very embarrassing thing to happen considering he was a Timelord. Hopefully Rose hadn't noticed or she'd never let him live that down. Quickly he got up, dressed and set out to find his companion.
Over the following weeks this turned into a sort of routine, he'd sleep, wether he was tired or not, dream, wake up, write and sketch the dream down, forget the time and come too late to wake Rose, endure her teasing, take her on an adventure, repeat.
He'd been right about assuming there'd be more different dreams. These days it was a new one every night and they seemed to follow no chronological order at all. One night he'd have a dream set in ancient Rome, the next one he'd have one set in world war II.
It seemed though as if there was at least one dream set in every time period on earth up to the 20th century, and only on earth.
There was one in ancient Rome, in a tavern, again with that angel. Another one was set in Shakespeare's times in the Globe Theatre, with the Angel. One was during the French revolution, rescuing the Angel.
When had he started treating 'Angel' as a name?
Anyway, going on with the dreams. They were together in the middle ages, the Angel dressed as a knight. They also seemed to have been in a church during world war II and had survived a bomb dropped on them.
The Angel was everywhere! Just who was he? And how did the Doctor connect to him?
From the dreams alone he couldn't find out anything more, so he'd try a different approach. He'd travel with Rose to the setting of his latest dream.
Jesus crucifixion.
First chapter done. Please review and let me know what you think of it. See you next chapter.
Shadownebular