Okay, so the 50th anniversary of Doctor Who is almost upon us, so I decided to update!
This one-shot is set between the episodes, "Flesh and Stone" and "The Vampires of Venice." Now without much further ado, may I present: "A Little Unfinished Business"
That which holds the image of an angel becomes itself an angel...
The Doctor catapulted himself out of his bunk bed; bunk beds are cool, suddenly wide awake as he repeated River's words to himself. "That which holds the image of an angel..."
He started to run down one of the many corridors, they could be anywhere in the TARDIS. He had left them for years; his companion could be in danger.
"Amy!" He yelled into one of the rooms, "Are you okay?" How could he leave this so long? He thought to himself. He slammed his head into his hands several times. "Amy!" He yelled again, preparing himself to barge in. "Amy I need to see if you're okay!"
Amy came to the door in her nightclothes. "What? Doctor." She asked sleepily.
The Doctor hugged her.
"I need to check your room!"
"Um, okay..."
The Doctor checked her room armed with his sonic screwdriver. They weren't there. "You're safe. For now..." He said after deciding that the room was secure.
"Right..."
"Amy this is important, once I've left, lock your door. Here's the sonic." He said giving the sonic screwdriver to her.
"Doctor, what's going on?"
"I'd rather not say. If it's safe to come out I'll yell the name of the food I ate when I first met you."
"What? Fish..."
"Stop!" He put his hand to her mouth. "It's possible that this is the most danger we have ever been in. They're in the TARDIS."
"Doctor, you're scaring me...again."
"Good. It's good that you're scared." He ran out of the room and shut the door. He heard the click of the door locking.
"Done it Doctor!"
"Well done Amy. Remember the safe phrase!"
If they were still where he left them they were growing more and more powerful by feeding off the time energy in the TARDIS. They were perhaps at their most powerful. He had one chance and one chance only, if they figured out what he was doing quick enough they could endanger the whole galaxy. He had the element of surprise on his side. He then ran into the console room and started to adjust the controls. Containment facility? No, too easy to break out of. Barren planet? No, someone might inhabit it later, we don't want to put anyone at risk...There's only one way. I'll have to do it. He adjusted more of the controls. "Shields up," he said to himself. "Extended air field up." He held onto the T.A.R.D.I.S. railings until the T.A.R.D.I.S. manoeuvred itself into the right patch of space.
He then went to the attic storage of the T.A.R.D.I.S. which conveniently was underneath the console room, not in the attics. What is in the attics? He asked himself. Perhaps the bowling alley?
"S...S...S...S.Y...Sycorax," he said as he chucked a Sycorax skull across the floor. "S.O, Sontaran?" He then chucked a hammer across the floor. "S.S...Right." He then blinked several times to prepare himself. "Ready. S.S, Sally Sparrow." He opened the box. There were the photos. He grabbed them quickly out of the purple plastic wallet, in which Sally had given them to him. Still staring at the photos of the weeping angels, he ran to the doors of the T.A.R.D.I.S. He opened the T.A.R.D.I.S. doors and chucked the photos into the black hole that they were now orbiting. As he watched the photos disappear from this universe, a tear ran down his face. No matter how monstrous the creature was he always felt horrible destroying a living creature. When he was sure that the photos were gone, he shut the door.
"Amy!" He yelled, now smiling, "Fish Fingers and custard!"
