Ianto
"Ianto," The voice of my lover came through my communicator, "find Rory and meet us in the cells."
"Ok, Sir," I replied.
"Don't call me 'Sir'!" He feigned offence.
"Alright..." I paused for emphasis "Sir." I quickly turned off the earpiece and smirked as I led Rory to the cells via the more impressive entrance, the Water Tower. After the inevitable gasps of awe from Rory, they were in view.
"Jack!" I beamed and sped to his side.
Amy, I noticed, was transfixed on one of the cells. My gut clenched as I remembered what I had put in that cell.
"Rory," Amy's voice shook, "look."
"Yes, father. Please look," River sounded a little agitated, "I really need to blink!"
"Why don't you- oh," Rory peered over Amy's trembling shoulders, "Ok, blink now."
River thanked Rory profusely but not before blinking three or four times and resuming her stare.
"Jack, why are they-?" I was hushed by the Doctor.
"They are staring because that-" He gestured to the statue, "is a Weeping Angel."
"Blinking...now," Rory announced.
"They are extremely old," The Doctor continued.
"Victorian, I'd say." I interjected, trying to sound clever.
"Oh, a little older than that, and by a little I mean a few trillion years at least," He spoke with a grim, sober expression yet I heard Jack snigger at my massive blunder, "They were there in the Dark Times and they are intrinsically evil. They have no concept of good intentions, they are highly dangerous and they are extremely fast."
"It looks like stone to me," Gwen muttered.
"It is," The Doctor attempted to leave a dramatic pause. I bit my lip, forcing back laughter as I spotted Jack rolling his eyes at the Doctor. "while somebody's watching."
"Blinking now," River called.
"They have this sort of defence mechanisms which means they turn to stone if anyone is looking." The Doctor filled the air with tension.
"So what do they do when you aren't looking?" Jack, as always, asked the right question.
"They move," River spoke, "and fast. One touch will send you into the past and they feed off the energy of the times you would have had."
"Ouch," I stated the obvious and Jack laughed musically. I loved that laugh, it made my heart do back flips in my chest.
Angel
He knows about us, I thought to the group.
We could help you, One of the angels in the house replied. It sounded quieter because I was further away from my family.
No, Our leader began a lecture. While they argued, I searched our collective memory to find out what had happened since I was taken from the house.
As soon as I was taken, the angel opposite me was free. It used one arm to cover its eyes and the other to push the shoulders of our leader until the final angel was free and covering its eyes. My comrades were, at present, facing the stairs with covered eyes, deliberating silently.
What do you think? Someone asked me.
Erm...I-
-Wasn't listening, obviously, Our leader thought.
I said do you think we should go over there and help you?
I thought for a moment before answering I'm trapped at the moment but not for long. You're all hungry, though, so why not hide close to the building's entrance?
Suits me. Hey were already moving.
Amy
They're here, was all I could think. Did they recognise me?
When I came to my senses I realised everyone was staring at me.
"Haven't you?" Rory asked me.
"What?" I blinked and turned to him
"-seen the angels before?"
"Y-yes. Once." I stuttered.
Rory laid a hand on my shoulder, "You've told me about them so many times, I knew what they were straight away but I've never actually met one."
A cacophonous hammering sound stunned the room into silence.
"River," The Doctor turned to her.
"Yes?" River's eyes met the Doctor's.
"Who's watching the angel?"
They slowly turned their heads towards the cell in sync. Under different circumstances this would have been comical but the sight that met them was far from funny. The angel was in a fit of rage, one fist inches from the glass cell door, the other swung back, ready to have another go.
"Jack," I called, not daring to actually look at anything but the angel.
"Yeah," His voice was inappropriately calm.
"How strong is that glass?"
"Strong enough," He answered bluntly.
I heard footsteps away from me and turned just in time to watch Jack flick the lights off.
Clattering! An ear-splitting raucous of alarming decibels filled the room as the angel resumed its attempt at escaping its cell. Gwen was shouting at Jack, asking him what the hell he was playing at. Somebody I really hoped was Rory was clinging to me in fearful embrace. The Doctor was screaming like a girl. More footsteps were just about audible, moving towards the light switch where Jack was. I just prayed that that person would turn the light back on!
They didn't.
We slowly calmed down and the room fell silent.
River whispered, "Listen."
We did.
"Listen to what?" The Doctor asked, "It's all silent-y."
"Exactly."
I gasped. The angel was no longer hammering on the door.
"Told you!" Jack flicked the light back on. Jack was smirking and we could all see that the footsteps before had been Ianto's and he had been moving towards Jack to hold his hand.
"Wait..." The Doctor spoke slowly, "Are you two-?"
"Yes." Jack's voice sounded colder than he had probably meant it to as he levelled the Doctor's confused gaze.
"But you- And he- What-?" The Doctor struggled to comprehend the concept of love.