While the Doctor and I spent most of the day apart, the night was ours. Since our arrival, he'd been planning little dates, whether it was a stroll through the park, a night in cuddling, or a night of dancing, although he still had two left feet. It was nice, being as normal as we could be, without any real worries. We were living a life we never could and it was great. It was something we never had truly accomplished on Gallifrey and it was nice to finally experience the freedom to be an actual couple. He'd even gone through the trouble and purchased a small topaz ring for me, saying it was about time I had one on my finger. When I had questioned him about having one of his own, he reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a plain silver band. Smiling, I placed the one he had given me on, not bothering to hide my Cheshire cat grin as he slipped his on as well. Apart from our long awaited marital bliss, Martha found herself a nice bloke named Alan, who was a bartender at the pub we frequented. He was nice, having fit in perfectly in our little group. The nights he didn't work, he and Martha often joined the Doctor and I when we went out on some outings, mainly to the cinema. We had settled into a nice routine, but we were still ready in case something happened.

Our second month in 1969, was a bit more fun for Martha and me. With the both of us working and having only a few hours with each other, we often had impromptu shopping trips, thoroughly enjoying the attire of the year. While Martha stuck to jeans and shorts with turtlenecks, I adored the skirts. Usually I rarely ever wore them but after seeing how flustered the Doctor became the first time I tried one on, I decided to make skirts my staple, at least while we were stuck in 1969. I suppose that was the main reason I loved wearing skirts, the look on the Doctor's face as well as the thoughts that raced through his mind, utterly unfiltered. It sent a rush through me and often, it led to he and I racing to our room for a while, emerging to find that Martha had left to see Alan.

Although Martha and I were enjoying ourselves, after the passing of another month, the Doctor began to get antsy. He was worried we wouldn't get back and that the Tardis would be lost in the present until we finally made it to that year… the joy of being Time Lords, the Angels would never stop feeding off our energy if we were stuck. I could understand his restlessness, I too wanted to return to our home; I was beginning to miss the blue box. To ease his troubles we decided to make the trip to Wester Drumlins on my day off so that we could paint the message for Sally.

The Doctor stood before the wall, examining it as he looked for the perfect spot to paint the already known message. "What should I put? It's not like she knows what's going on."

"'Beware the weeping angel'," I answered, glancing down at one of the pictures we'd received in the file Sally'd given us. Nodding, he painted it onto the wall. "'Oh, and duck! Really, duck!' All right, then put 'love from the Doctor and Rys (1969)'." He did as I said and we waited for the paint to dry. When it had, we added the wallpaper, something I physically helped with. Somewhere in the middle of that, we found ourselves… distracted.

"That really needs to stop happening," I breathed as I readjusted my skirt. All right, so it was probably my fault we had diverted from adding the cruddy wallpaper. The era's fashion did nothing to help his self-control and my teasing just removed the little restraint he did have. Yep, it was definitely my fault, not that I was complaining at all. I quite enjoyed our distraction.

"I quite enjoyed myself."

"I never said I didn't. I just meant, while we worked, that's all."

"We're always working, Rys, you especially since we got here. What's a little break?" he said, pulling me to him and nuzzling my neck, placing light butterfly kisses along it. I shivered and leaned into him, beginning to give in. Without a doubt, I was a sucker for his kisses, especially since he knew exactly what points to target.

'Theta…'

'Hmm.'

'You're distracting me again.'

'You always distract me. It's only fair.'

"Let's finish this up and then we can go back to the flat and finish this up," I said as I faced him and pressed a firm kiss on his lips before pulling out of his grasp.

"Fine." We both quickly finished applying the wallpaper, making sure to leave a piece of it off the wall so that when Sally found it, she could easily pull it off. Returning back to the flat, we barely said hello to Martha, more so the Doctor, as he dragged me to our room. That was where we stayed for the next day, with me giving in to him again and calling out of work.

Returning to the flat from work a few days later, I found the Doctor sitting at the kitchen table messing with the toaster. While I was irritated that he'd destroyed yet another toaster, the third one, I sighed, knowing he needed to fiddle with something while we were away. Martha and I were able to convince him to leave the actual apartment wiring alone so the fact that he was messing with another appliance was better than the alternative. Grinning to myself, and shielding my thoughts, I went over and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, blowing a puff of air onto his ear before kissing his cheek. Almost a second later, the toaster sparked and a fire started up. I jumped back, laughing as he struggled to put it out. When it had died, he faced me, his cheeks flushed as he glared at me. "You did that on purpose."

"Maybe." I shrugged and moved to the sofa, plopping down and throwing my legs up. It had been a long day for me, with the clinic having twelve surgeries that day, and one of the veterinarians had left early due to a family emergency. That basically threw most of his responsibilities onto me, having been the only one with enough knowledge to perform the surgeries. The Doctor joined me, lifting my legs so he could sit and placing them on his lap. Removing my shoes, he began to massage my feet. I closed my eyes, enjoying the tension that left my body and appreciating the man even more. "You're just so cute when you get flustered." He rolled his eyes and groaned. He didn't particularly like being called cute; often saying he was more foxy than anything and I wholeheartedly agreed. Doing a quick glance around the flat, I noticed Martha wasn't home. She normally got there before I did. "Have you noticed Martha spends most of her time out of the flat? I'm glad she's with Alan but I'm starting to miss having her around."

"You're such a tease." I stuck my tongue out at him. "Well, let her enjoy her time with Alan. Doubt we'll be here any longer… at least I hope we aren't. You can cook up a girl's night with her."

"Of course I am. Would you prefer a prude for a wife? But that's a brilliant idea."

"No." He shook his head and leant forward, kissing me quickly before resting his head on my chest. "Wouldn't let me do half the things we've done."

I clicked my tongue, moving my hand to his hair. This ended up being our position on the nights we spent indoors. I loved his hair, and he loved when I stroked his. It had a soothing effect on us both and at the moment, it was calming him of his fear of being stuck in 1969. I knew he was terrified of not getting back, but I knew we wouldn't be trapped, especially if what was written in the file was true. If anything, it felt as if we were nearing our time in 1969, something I was both happy and sad about. I was happy we would get back to travelling but there was the sadness of leaving behind the domestic life we were able to acquire, the life we'd never have. Shaking the thoughts away, I smiled down at him, running my fingers through his unruly hair again. "Exactly. So, what were you making?"

"Timey-wimey detector."

"Alright, then." I pushed him up and stood, pulling him back to the kitchen table where he had all the tools. "Let me help."

He groaned as I pushed him onto the chair. I could tell he was quite comfortable in the position we were in, but he needed to finish up his device so that we would know when Billy arrived. "You'll only distract me."

"Then I'll be doing part of my job," I replied with a smile before sitting on his lap. I picked up the sonic and started to help him put together his timey-wimey detector, making sure to fix a few kinks that had showed up.

A few days later and once we had finished up the detector (it was still a bit faulty but it seemed to at least be functional), we decided to record the video for Sally. Martha stood behind the camera, recording us while the Doctor sat a table with me on his lap. I'd taken a liking to it- just sitting there. It was the mere closeness that was associated with it. Sometimes I'd lean back on him, loving being in his arms but times when we were working, I leaned forward, giving my undivided attention to the task at hand, although he was always quick to distract me, feigning neglect. I glanced up, seeing Alan standing close to Martha. She'd asked if she could tell him about our situation and after months of knowing the man, I figured what the hell. He was trustworthy enough and if anything did slip, the Doctor or I would erase us from his memory, not that that was an option I would take. Besides, a part of me felt sorry for the man. He was crazy about Martha and while they were practically perfect for each other, he knew from the beginning she wasn't going to stay long. However, when I threatened the man with memory erasure, the poor soul flushed red, sputtering that he'd keep it to his dying day, something I laughed at and highly approved of.

"Yep. That's us."

"Yes, he does," I inputted, replying to what Larry had said.

"Yep. And this."

"Are you going to read out the whole thing?" the Doctor and I questioned at the same time, knowing that Larry had been going on with us.

"We're time travellers. Or, we were. We're stuck in 1969."

Martha handed the camera to Alan who moved the lens to her. "All of space and time, he promised me. Oh, where's your sense of adventure, Martha, she said. Now, we've got jobs… supporting him!"

"Martha."

"Sorry." She moved and grabbed the camera from Alan. I watched as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pecked her temple. Just watching them made me want to bring the man along with us. Yet, I knew he would never leave his time, he had too many ties that would keep him wanting to return. He was content with the life he lived, it was enough for him and I held nothing against him for that and I'm sure Martha didn't as well.

"Quite possibly."

"'Fraid so."

"Thirty eight," I corrected the woman.

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

"Complicated."

"Very complicated."

I lightly elbowed him, not appreciating that he felt that she wouldn't understand. It reminded me of how he was the same with Martha in 1913. The man had no clue that people could understand complicated things, especially if they were asking questions. Nothing was better than curiosity and Sally wanted to know what was going on, she wanted to understand why she was involved in the situation and how she could be communicating with people thirty eight years in the past. "Stop it." He glanced at me. "She's listening. She wants to know."

The Doctor sighed, giving into my words. As much as I loved him, he knew just how much I disliked that trait of his. It was one that carried on with each regeneration and it only seemed to get worse with each one. "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-wimey… stuff."

I shook my head, knowing that explanation escaped him mid-sentence. "Yes, that helps so much, dear."

"It got away from me, yeah," he confessed, rubbing the back of his neck. I chuckled and turned, kissing his cheek. He gave my torso a quick squeeze as I turned back to the camera.

"Well, we can hear you, Sally."

"Well, not hear you, exactly. But we know everything you're going to say."

"Look to your left." I nodded my head.

"We've got a copy of the finished transcript." I held up the file. "It's on our Autocue."

"Time travellers. We got it in the future."

"Yeah." I smiled. "Wibbly wobbly, timey-wimey."

"What matters is, we can communicate. We have got big problems now. They've taken the blue box, haven't they? The Angels have the phone box."

"Creatures from another world."

"When you see them, yeah."

"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."

"But that's why they cover their eyes, Sally. They aren't weeping. They just can't look at each other. It's their greatest curse and advantage. They can never be seen. They're the loneliest creatures in the universe," I explained, glancing from the screen. I couldn't help but feel bad for the Weeping Angels, never being able to see another like them. It was disheartening but it also made me so appreciative that the Doctor and I had both escaped the Time War and that we'd received a second chance.

"And I'm sorry- I am very, very sorry- It's up to you now."

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

"Sally, they're coming. The angels are coming for you. Your life will depend on this. Don't blink. Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast. Faster than you could believe. Don't turn your back. Don't look away. And don't blink. Be safe."

I stood, going to stand by the edge of the room. I felt bad, having the girl fighting against the weeping angels. They were the nicest killers I'd ever met but they were deadly nonetheless. A part of me wished we had stayed but that wasn't how it worked. We were supposed to be there, the transcript was proof of that and I knew Sally would be fine, considering she had given me the file. Still, I felt some responsibility; I doubt I would be okay if she was hurt. Sighing, I turned as I felt the Doctor wrap his arms around me, his mind reaching out to mine, comforting me the best he could. Smiling up at him, I took his hand and the four of us returned to the flat.

Two long weeks later, and after a lot of trial and error, the timey-wimey detector was working properly, without any problems but one. Two days after that, it went off. Lucky enough, the three of us were surprisingly home at the same time and the moment we heard the alarm, the three of us raced out the flat, following the beeping down an alleyway. That was where we found a young black man sliding down a wall. We slowly approached him, the Doctor still holding the device. "Welcome!" he cheerily said. I could understand why he was enthusiastic about Billy's arrival. It meant that we were one step closer to being home. We were all ready to return to the Tardis; four and a half months had passed since we'd first arrived.

"Where am I?"

"1969. Not bad, as it goes. You've got the moon landing to look forward to."

"Oh, the moon landing's brilliant. We went four times, back when we had transport…"

The Doctor turned to her, an unhappy look on his face. "Working on it."

"How did I get here?"

"The same way we did- the touch of an angel. Same one, probably, since you ended up in the same year." Billy tried to stand but the Doctor pushed him back down and sat beside him. As he did that, I knelt in front of the man, examining him for any time sickness. "No, no. No, no, no, don't get up. Time travel without a capsule- nasty. Catch your breath. Don't go swimming for half an hour." I rolled my eyes at his last comment, not understanding exactly why the man would go swimming after being ripped from his time.

"I don't- I can't…"

"Fascinating race, the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely. No mess, no fuss. They just zap you into the past and let you live to death. The rest of your life used up and blown away in the blink of an eye. You die in the past, and in the present they consume the energy of all the days you might have had- all your stolen moments. They're creatures of the abstract. They live off potential energy."

"What in God's name are you talking about?"

"Trust me, just nod when he stops for a breath. Rys is the only one who can keep up." I reached a hand out to slap Martha's leg but she stepped back, chuckling as I fell backwards. Grumbling under my breath, I stood and went to lean against the opposite wall.

"Tracked you down with this. This is my timey-wimey detector. It goes 'ding' when there's stuff. Also, it can boil an egg at thirty paces. Whether you want it to or not, actually, so I've learned to stay away from hens. It's not pretty when they blow."

"John really wasn't happy with you about that. Still isn't." John was the farmer we'd run into on one of our nightly walks. He had invited us up to his farm one weekend for a bit of relaxation and the Doctor had taken the timey-wimey detector with him in the last few days of experimentation. We had discovered the flaw as we sat near the hen house early one morning and John had been leaving with a basket of eggs. It didn't end well.

"He'll be fine."

"I don't understand. Where am I?"

"1969, like he says."

"Normally, I'd offer you a lift home, but somebody nicked our motor. So I need you to take a message to Sally Sparrow. And I'm sorry, Billy. I am very, very sorry. It's going to take you a while."

A week later, the Tardis finally materialized in the park. The moment I heard the distinctive wheezing of her breaks, I jumped from the bath and threw on my old clothes in lightning speed before bolting outside and throwing my arms around the box. To those around me, it probably looked odd but I was so happy to see her that I didn't care. It had been five months since we'd seen the beloved box. The Doctor arrived next, patting her. "All right, come on. I want to go inside." Martha ran up to us, taking in gulps of air as she came to a stop. A broad smile played on her lips as she took in the sight of the Tardis. She was just as happy as us that we were leaving.

"What about all your stuff?"

"I have your old jacket and the clothes I arrived in. Don't need that stuff. Just you, Martha, and the Tardis." He smiled and led us inside. Before he could input coordinates, I realised I was missing something and ran back outside, racing up to the flat. Rushing to the bedroom, I rummaged through the bedside table, finally finding what I was searching for. Picking up the small ring the Doctor had given me, I raced back to the Tardis, seeing Martha sitting on the jump seat. "I did forget something," I said holding up my hand, showing him the ring. I saw him beam as he pushed up a lever and putting us in the vortex.

When we were safely drifting, I went to my room, wanting to be alone. Ever since 1913, I've had Kiere on my mind. I had been blocking it from the Doctor, knowing just how much his death had hurt him. Lying on the bed, I let out my tears. I was happier than I'd ever truly been but those thoughts still hurt, the potential he had, the life he could have had. I could see the three of us, travelling through time and space seeing the amazing and saving the universe. He would have been remarkable, just like his father.

"Well, I think more like his mother."

"Theta! What are you doing in here?"

"I could hear you. Although you were blocking your thoughts, you were also projecting them."

"Oh." I wiped away the lingering tears and chuckled. "I really didn't want you to hear that."

He pulled me against him, holding me tightly. "I know but I really don't like you crying. I couldn't help myself."

"You never did. It was always worse when you were the reason for my tears," I whispered, thinking back to our early life on Gallifrey.

"I still haven't forgiven myself."

"I have. I was angry but it was because you were leaving, finally doing what we had spent so many years talking about. You didn't even come back, and when you did, you'd regenerated… and I wasn't even there for you."

"In all fairness, I hadn't been there for any of yours."

"We should have been there for each other, Theta."

"Yes, but things are different now. We're together and I am never letting you go. That's what I do, hold on tight."

"And running."

"But I'll always run to you."

"Same for you. Always and forever."

8/01/2015

Hey there all. I am finally updating early. Well, early enough. We now have the conclusion to BLINK. I had so much fun writing the chapter, as well as adding more and fleshing it out a bit. Before, it was literally nothing so I'd have to say it came a bit of a way. Like the previous chapter, this one is a bit short but with UTOPIA coming up, I think that'll make up for it in length.

Oh, and who's irritated at the fact there's no preview button anymore? I definitely used that to gauge chapter lengths and whether or not more could be added. Is it just me? Maybe it is, I don't know. I just want the button back :(

In other news, I have started working on the new DW fic. All of you who voted will definitely see which name won the poll. I have decided on the starting episode but if you have any requests on what should be the second chapter/episode, please let me know. With that said, thanks to all who favourited, reviewed, and followed. I really appreciate it. Can't wait to hear from you all.

Nicole85: So glad that you enjoyed it. Hopefully you liked this one. And the next few will definitely be surprising.

Jasmine- The True Believer: Yep, I wanted it to be a conscious decision amongst the three of them, even if Martha was against it. Same, I do love Donna as well. I am up to her in my writing and I will say that she's a wonderful addition to the Tardis family. Hopefully you enjoyed the chapter.

Squidtastik: Yeah, he almost succeeded the second time. That was when Rys was called in to remove him. Haha, was it worth the wait :)

Takara Matsudaira: Glad to hear. Haha, that was an option but I really wanted them to be sent together. I might actually do that for the new fic I plan on writing. Although, there was one I thought of where the Doctor was a complete dick to my OC and that would probably fit better but eh, that idea will probably pop up in one fic or another.

Anytime. It was a really good oneshot and credit is always given where credit is due, at least that's what I tend to go by. I will say, however, your comment left me grinning like Nine when he was on Platform One in THE END OF THE WORLD haha. Yay, I can't wait to check it out. I can guarantee I'll probably be bugging you for a new chapter each time I reach the end . I'll try not to do that though. I know things come before writing but if I happen to, just let me know and I'll make sure not to.