A/N: This is mostly about an episode in Season Three of Doctor Who called 'Blink'. You should watch it, it's really good...in a creepy way. I sort of explained in the fic what the Lonely Assassins, a.k.a. weeping angels, do, but you really should watch the entire episode to get the full gist of it. Hope you can understand it anyway and enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or Doctor Who. The former belongs to Butch Hartman, the latter belongs to...someone who isn't me. I'll figure it out later.

Danny stumbled inside FentonWorks, his eyes wide.

"Dad?" he called out.

"In the kitchen, Danny!" called Jack.

Danny peered inside the kitchen. His father was sitting at the table, eating some fudge.

"Hey, Dad?"

"Mm-hmm?" he mumbled through the fudge in his mouth, looking over at Danny.

"We don't own any stone angels, do we?" Danny questioned, his eyes darting around the room nervously.

Jack swallowed his fudge, blinking in confusion. Then something seemed to click and he laughed. "Have you been watching Doctor Who?"

"It was Sam's idea," Danny affirmed, shuddering. "She said she found a really good one to keep us awake…and it did...all night…"

"Well, you don't have to worry about the Lonely Assassins at home; we have absolutely no stone angels!" Jack said. "We can't. V-man would totally freak – we wouldn't want to drive him away just because of some decorations!"

"No we wouldn't, would we?" murmured Danny. Then his brain actually processed what his dad had said and his eyes widened. "Hold on, are you saying that Vlad is afraid of stone angels?"

Jack nodded enthusiastically. "That's exactly right! Ah, I remember…see we were back in college and we had recently gotten into Doctor Who. We finally reached the third season and what was on it but 'Blink' and V-man totally—" Jack kept going, but Danny wasn't listening. He had suddenly come up with a diabolical plan. He desperately tried to resist the urge to chuckle evilly. Payback at last!

"Um, sorry Dad, I gotta go…call Sam and Tucker," Danny said.

Jack paused long enough to register him leaving the kitchen and think to himself, 'Didn't he just spend the entirety of last night with them?' before he shrugged and returned to his reminiscing.

The next morning

Vlad woke up slowly, savoring the feeling of the sun shining on his face – wait, what? He always had his blinds closed so the sun didn't wake him up too early.

He cracked open an eye, then leapt out of bed with a startled shout. There was a stone angel, her face in her hands, leaning over his bed right where he had been sleeping.

Vlad slowly back away from the angel, making sure to not blink or look away from it. It was a completely irrational fear, but it also made a twisted sort of sense to him – if ghosts and half-ghosts could exist, then why couldn't the Lonely Assassins?

His path to the door was abruptly interrupted when he bumped into something. He let out a little yelp as he realized there was another angel behind him.

I'm going to be sent far, far into the past and they'll feed on my amazing potential! he wailed miserably in his mind. I don't want to leave! I haven't gotten to kill Jack and claim Maddie as my wife and Daniel as my son!

Suddenly, Vlad had an idea. He changed into Plasmius and quickly tripled himself. He set his two doubles to watch the angels in his room as he, the original, phased through the floor…right into the arms of another angel.

Vlad let out an unearthly shriek of terror and fled his house, going invisible in case they tried to locate him on the way out.

They're after meeeeee, he wailed in his mind. The only safe place he could think of to go to was *shudder* Jack's. His fat, old, annoying friend never had any angels, and if he convinced the idiot to put up the ghost shield, maybe they wouldn't be able to get in and come after him.

Back at Vlad's mansion, Sam, Tucker, and Danny collapsed in laughter. Danny had silently place the angels in Vlad's room as he slept and opened the blinds to wake him up. Then, when Vlad phased through the floor, he had moved the third angel so that Vlad landed right in its arms.

"Please…" Danny gasped out through his laughter. "Tucker, please…tell me you got that on tape!"

Tucker just nodded his head, laughing too hard to be able to speak.

Sam wiped tears of mirth from her eyes. "You know," she said slowly. The boys quieted down a bit to listen to her. "I wonder if 'Midnight' freaked him out, too."

They all collapsed in fresh hysterics.

A/N: This was really fun to write, even if probably only a few people are going to get it. XD I'll try to upload another fic that everyone'll understand later.