A/N: So sorry this took ages! I'm on vacation and there's no Internet in my province, so I can't update. I'm just at out local cafe which thankfully had free WiFi. Also sorry if there are wrong spellings or grammar cuz I'm writing this on my phone.

The Doctor had fired the laser gun into the Byzantium above them, leaving the world blue and black.

"Look up!" He insisted, bouncing on his heels. Everyone turned their head upward, but there didn't seem to be anything special above them; just a big lump of rock.

"Doctor, what exactly are we looking at?" Amy asked, still looking above them.

The Doctor frowned, but his eyes were sparkling. He sonicked a circle on the floor, giving them more time to come up with the answer. But no one did.

"Oh, come on," he groaned, looking around. "None of you? Think about it. If the ship crashed with the power still on, what else is still on?"

Evy's face lit up as if an imaginary light bulb appeared above her head.

"The artificial gravity," she snapped her fingers and the Doctor grinned.

"Brilliant, Evy! As always. One good jump and we fell – up. Shot out the gravity globe to give us a bit of a boost. All in all it was a rather spectacular idea, if I do say so myself," the Doctor finished with false modesty, puffing his chest out.

"Look at the statues," Father Octavian told them in a hushed voice, "Don't they look more like angels now?"

They looked up at the ceiling- er... floor where the Angels stood. There were four or five of them hanging right above their heads, faces detailed and fangs no longer worn down. They were standing in the exact spot that the Doctor and his little group had been standing in no more than a moment ago.

Amy turned her face to look at them and gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. "But…how've they changed?"

"They're feeding on the radiation from the wreckage, draining all the power from the ship, restoring themselves. Within an hour, they'll be an army," he explained, poking around on the metal floor with his sonic as he spoke.

A hatch slid open in the center of the space, followed by a wave of light from inside. They hadn't realized how dark it had gotten until they saw normal lighting again.

"They're taking out the lights. Look at them. Look at the Angels."

"Doctor, they've mov –"

"Yes, River, they have. Into the ship, now. Quickly, all of you," he commanded, taking the initiative and going first himself, dropping his body into what looked like a very long tube with no definite end.

"Doctor!" Amy shouted, and he stood up, laughing. She quirked her head in confusion, because the Doctor was standing on a wall. Not just any wall, he was standing on a sideways wall.

"It's just a corridor! Come on, gravity centers downward, you're fine," the Doctor assured them, still laughing at a slightly embarrassed Amy. Without hesitation, Evy stepped forward and sat on the edge of the hatch before calmly letting herself drop.

The Doctor had his arms out to catch her, though it wasn't really necessary.

"Hello! Need some help, milady?" he joked, holding out his hand to help her up. But as if he wasn't there, she ignored his hand and landed with her own two feet onto the floor beside him.

"You were saying, Monsieur?" she said with smirk, promptly walking right past him. Somehow, the Doctor found himself smiling.

If she thinks she's so hot when she does that, the Doctor thought, she is most definitely right.

The others soon followed her lead, though the soldiers and River landed beside them with a bit of help from the Doctor. Amy squealed a bit when she came through, and her sister reached out an arm to steady her.

"You alright there, sis?"

"Yeah," she replied, looking back through the hatch, which was closing behind her. "The angels can't get through that, can they?"

The Doctor didn't answer, instead saying, "They can jump up, and we've got to keep the lights on. We're finished in the dark."

He walked up to some sort of control panel on the wall. His head shot up and he started to run further down the corridor, yelling for everyone to follow him.

A big heavy door was slowly sliding shut, and they reached it just as it closed for good. He groaned, banging on the door.

It was sort of like a lift door, Evy noticed, the kind that don't have a handle and can't be forced open without the right buttons.

"What's through there?" she asked, looking around for any buttons. There weren't any.

"Secondary flight deck," one of the soldiers replied, and she nodded, her brows scrunching together.

"Not to be pessimistic, or anything," Amy began, "but what happens if the fake gravity fails?"

He hesitated. "Thought about that."

"…and?"

"And we'll all plunge to our deaths. See? I've thought about it." He turned away from the door, going to a little screen a bit farther back.

After a moment, he said, "The security protocols are still live. There's no way to override them. It's impossible."

Evy smirked and looked up at him. "How impossible?"

"Two minutes," he replied, not even looking up.

River rolled her eyes and looked at Evy and Amy. "I'm not sure he really knows what that word means," she admitted and Evy chuckled, looking at the said man with a grin.

"Oh, tell me about it."

She opened her mouth to say more, but froze when she noticed the door.

"Doctor...That hatch is open."

The lights started to flicker, and a stone arm made its way into the opening. They flicked off again, longer this time, and then the whole Angel was inside, reaching out for them with horrible clawed hands.

"Clerics, keep watching them," Octavian commanded, but just as he'd said this, the lights went out. For a second, maybe two.

Amy screamed when they came back on. There were now four Angels inside the corridor, and the hatch had shut behind them. The lights were still flickering.

"Doctor?" Amy said, voice shaky, "Can't you fix the lights?"

He made a noncommittal noise, flipping some switches and yanking a wire from the side of the panel. The lights immediately stopped flickering and he turned to them with a triumphant grin.

"Isolated the lighting grid. They can't drain the power anymore."

"Good work, Doc," someone said in an appreciative manner. River.

"Don't call me Doc."

"Can you open the door?" Octavian asked, trying his hardest not to blink.

"Oh, you're not going to like this. Yes, I can open the door. I'll have to route all the power in this section through the door control," the Doctor said. He opened his mouth to continue, but the bishop cut him off.

"Do it."

"Including the lights. I'd need to turn off all of the lights."

"How long?" Evy asked, not looking at them.

"Fraction of a second," the Doctor replied. Then he thought for a moment. "Maybe longer." More consideration. "Maybe quite a bit longer."

"Maybe?" Father Octavian hissed at him, still keeping his eyes glued to the Angels. They hadn't moved yet.

"If we turn off the lights, we'll be in total darkness," he said slowly, like he was trying very hard to remain calm. "We haven't got the torches any longer."

"No other way, Bishop," the Doctor muttered, turning back to the panel. "Keep watching the Angels."

The Bishop turned to look at River, who stood up straighter under his scrutiny.

"You trust this man?" he asked quietly, jabbing his thumb in the Doctor's direction a few feet away.

Evy had to fight the urge to protest, but she could hear the confidence in the woman's voice as she replied,

"I absolutely trust him."

And despite the Doctor's doubts, Evy couldn't help but smile. Even though they had just met, the both of them seemed to click immediately. She couldn't help but feel excited to finally understand this... River Song in the future.

"He's not some kind of madman, then?" The bishop asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.

River paused, hesitating for a moment. "I... absolutely trust him."

The Bishop lowered his voice, saying something that Evy could only make out as blurred murmurs. She itched to turn her head and read their lips, desperate for information and not wholly trusting the Bishop, but she stayed put, staring at the Angels before them.

Only the arms. Not the eyes. She most definitely was not going to look at the eyes.

"Okay, Doctor, we've got your back," the Bishop announced for everyone to hear. Then he addressed his men, barking out orders to continually shoot once the lights went out.

Evy clenched her hands into fists, wishing – despite the Doctor's distaste of them – that she could use her hardly-used gun.

Old habits die hard, she supposed, and being a policewoman, she had definitely ingrained in herself that a weapon was her lifeline. But because the Doctor has a distrust of them, she only uses one at a last resort.

"Amy, could you come here?" the Doctor asked, grabbing her arm and pulling her back a few feet. "When the lights go out, this wheel should release. Spin it four times. Clockwise."

She nodded, placing her hands on the wheel.

"Ten," she affirmed, and the Doctor raised an eyebrow.

"No. Four."

"Yeah," she said, sounding a bit confused. "Yeah, that's what I said. Ten. No – four. Sorry, bit distracted."

The Doctor narrowed his eyes. "Right. Evy? How about you turn the wheel. Amy, you sure you're feeling alright?"

Evy backed up until she was standing beside the Doctor and Amy. She turned her back to the Angels against every one of her instincts and grabbed the wheel with both hands.

"Lights out, four times, clockwise. Got it."

"Good," the Doctor turned to look at her before drawing back to face the adjacent wall, sonic screwdriver held before him. "Ready?"

"On my count," the Bishop said, "Three…two…one."

Several things happened simultaneously at this moment. The lights went out, the small corridor filled with gunshots, Evy spun the wheel, and the bulkhead door began to open.

"Door is open," she shouted over the clamor, grinning excitedly at the faint lights streaming through the opening.

"Fall back!" she hollered once it was wide enough.

The Bishop slipped through, followed by River, followed by the clerics, followed by Amy, and at last followed by the Doctor, who grabbed Evy's hand and yanked her through at the last second.

The bulkhead slammed shut and leaned onto it but immediately jumped as the wheel began to turn. The Angels.

The Doctor leapt over to the computer, his fingers flying over the controls, his eyes darting back and forth over the screen.

"What're you doing?" Amy asked, but he didn't answer, too preoccupied.

"Magnetized the door," Octavian announced. "Nothing can get through that door now."

"Yeah, better check again, mate," Evy scoffed as the wheel slowly began to turn again.

"Dear God!"

"Yeah, now you're getting it," the Doctor said, not looking away from the controls, "But you've bought us time. That's good. Time's good."

Evy spied movement in the corner of her eye and whipped around, spotting the wheel of another door turning.

"Seal that door!" she hollered, pointing at it. A cleric rushed over and slapped a little box on the wall, a red light beeping on the top of it.

Another door began to open, and then another. The clerics rushed around, slapping their magnetizers onto all of the doors.

"We're surrounded," River breathed, her eyes wide. "How long?"

"Nine," Amy said, so quietly that almost no one heard.

"No, five. If even that," the Doctor said, his hands still flying over the controls as he attempted to stop the Angels from entering their safe haven.

"There's gotta be another way out, though," Evy asked nervously, brushing her hair behind her ear as she began to type on the device.

The Doctor finally looked away from the controls and pulled her into a bone-crushing hug. He pulled back and looked at Evy - who was dazed and blushing slightly - to grin madly.

"You've given me an idea," he told her, then he turned to everyone else, taking his hands from her shoulders and flailing his arms about as he exclaimed,

"Yes, we're surrounded! Angels on all sides! But we're on a galaxy class ship! They go for years without stopping on a planet. What do they need?"

River's eyes widened. "Of course," she breathed, her face alight with realization. Evy followed.

"Oh, yes, that is brilliant!"

"What?" Amy asked, "What do they need?"

River and Evy just looked at each other for a moment, winking and giggling despite the dangerous and completely serious circumstances.

"Can we get in there?" Octavian asked the Doctor, who ran over to the only wall without a door on it. There were little grates by the floor – maybe it was some sort of air conditioning?

"It's a sealed unit, but they must've installed it somehow," the Doctor muttered, his ear pressed to the wall.

His hands roamed around, looking for something that could allow them access to whatever was behind that wall.

"This whole partition should slide….up! There's clamps! Help me release the clamps!" The clerics rushed to his aid, releasing all of the clamps.

Amy looked on for a moment, still a bit lost. "What's behind there?" she asked, thinking of all the things it could be. None seemed very likely.

"It's an oxygen factory," Evy informed her. They heard the familiar buzz of the Doctor's screwdriver and all turned to look as the wall slid up and away to reveal…

"It's a forest. They'd need the trees to make oxygen, of course!" Amy said with a giddy little grin.

"Eight..." she added, a bit breathlessly and Evy turned to her in confusion.

"What?"

Amy raised an eyebrow at her. "What?"

"Is there another exit?" The Doctor asked loudly, clapping his hands together, "Scan the architecture; we don't have time to get lost in there."

"On it," the Bishop told him, rushing into the forest, gun in one hand, scanner in the other. "Stay where you are until I've checked the Rad levels."

"Isn't this lovely?" the Doctor asked them, stepping into the forest despite Octavian's warnings.

"And not just trees," he added, pulling off the bark on one to reveal wires and blue light.

"Treeborgs! Trees plus technology. Branches become cables become sensors on the hull. A forest sucking in starlight, breathing out air. It even rains. There's a whole mini-climate. This vault is an ecopod running right through the heart of the ship."

During his little ramble, Amy and Evy had wandered into the forest, looking around with awestruck excitement.

"I've seen a lot of things but, this? This is... amazing," Evy whispered, and the Doctor's mouth twitched up into a smile.

"Yeah it is," he replied, though he wasn't looking at the forest.

"Seven," Amy whispered, still looking at the trees.

"I'm sorry?" the Doctor asked, narrowing his eyes. Something was up.

"What?" Amy asked, startled. "I didn't say anything"

"Yeah you did," Evy told her, sharing a concerned look with the Doctor. "You said 'seven'."

"No I didn't," Amy denied, looking at them as if they'd both lost their minds.

The Doctor frowned. "Yes you did."

"Did not!"

"Doctor," Octavian interrupted, "There's an exit at the far end of the ship. Leads to the Primary Flight Deck."

"Ah, good," he said turning away from Amy. "That's where we want to go."

"Plotting a safe path now."

"Lovely," the Doctor said, walking out of the forest and sitting in the chair in the control room. "Do hurry."

"Excuse me? Doctor? Angel Bob here, sir," came a voice from somewhere around the Doctor's waist. He pulled the comm from his belt and held it up to his mouth.

"Ah, yes, there you are, Bob. How's life? No, sorry, forget I said that," he added, realizing what he'd said.

"The Angels are wondering what you'd like to achieve, sir."

"Achieve?" he asked, eyebrows raised. "We're just hanging, aren't we? Comfy chairs, consoles, a forest. Forests are cool. How're things with you?"

"The Angels are feasting, sir. Soon, they'll be able to consume this ship, this world, and every star and planet in the galaxy. I think you'd better hurry with whatever you're doing, sir," not-Bob added in a slightly quieter voice.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow, looking at the Ponds in surprise. "Do you want us to stop the Angels, Bob?"

A long pause. And then, "I…I'm not supposed to, sir."

"But you do," the Doctor breathed, looking a bit awestruck. "That's a rather impressive feat, Bob. Bet you were excessively stubborn."

"Rude," Evy mumbled, and Amy had to bite back a laugh.

"Six," she said, crossing her arms.

The Doctor frowned. "Okay, Angel Bob, tell me this; what have you done to Amy?"

"There's something in her eye."

"What is it?" Evy asked, looking at her sister with concern.

"The Angels."

"What? Doctor, I'm five, really!" Amy said, a bit desperately.

"I mean – I meant fine. I'm fine," she said louder and more final.

"You're counting," Evy said, looking up at the Doctor, who nodded, confirming her suspicions. "You're counting down from ten. Why?"

"But I'm not….." she trailed off. "What am I counting down to then? End of the world?"

"Close enough. The Angels want to take this ship and its power. They'll rule over entire galaxies," Bob said from the comm, his voice still hushed, as though he were trying to hide what he said from anyone near him.

Amy wondered briefly if he still looked like Bob or if he had been put into a statue, but she shoved those thoughts away. She'd rather not dwell on that.

"This ship hasn't got that much power," the Doctor scoffed, looking around. "It's nearly dead!"

"With respect, sir, there's more power on this ship than you yet understand."

Evy's hands flew to her ears as a loud and terrible screeching noise filled the air and slowly tapered off after a moment or two. Once it was over, she lowered her hands.

"Dear God, what was that?" River asked, coming up behind them.

"It's hard to put it how you'd understand, Doctor Song, but I think that was the Angels laughing," Bob informed them calmly, as if the sound hadn't bothered him at all.

"Why?" River asked, lost.

"They said it's because the Doctor doesn't know. They know something the Doctor doesn't."

"Doctor," Amy said, but he shushed her.

"No, I'm missing something. I know that I am. I just have to…"

"Doctor," Amy said again, tugging on his sleeve. He turned his head to her and she pointed up. There, on the wall, was a very familiar crack, pouring out blindingly white light. "It's the crack on my wall. H-how can it be here?"

The Doctor jumped to his feet, and walked over to it, standing with his face merely a hair's breadth away.

"But….that's the crack that was in our house," Evy said, coming to stand beside him.

"Enough. We're moving out," Octavian announced. "Doctor?"

"Yeah. Yeah, fine."

"What're you doing?" River asked as he began to scan the crack. "We're not leaving without you."

He didn't look away from the wall. "Yes, you are. You too, Evy," he added when gripped his sleeve tightly.

She opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off with a kiss on the forehead, making her shut up.

"Please," he said softly and she reluctantly let go, a bit red in the face.

They followed the Bishop and his clerics out of the room, only looking back once. But by then they were too far to see anything but trees and the faint reflections off of the metal inside the control room.

Amy began to stumble, and she paused for a moment, rubbing at her eyes. Her head was hurting. It hurt….pretty badly…..maybe she'd just lay down. Just rest here for a moment and then catch up after she'd had a nice kip.

She laid her head down, her cheek pressing up against the wet moss on the fallen tree. She didn't remember sitting down.

"Amy? Amy, what's wrong?"

Who was that? Sis? Evy?

"Four," she mumbled, her mouth sluggish. Her lips didn't seem to want to move to form the word.

The word. What did I say again?

"River, I need a med scanner, now," Evy ordered.

Amy remembered a distant memory of Evy taking care of her when she was young and had measles. Heh, her chicken soup was the best. She snapped out of her thoughts as he felt something touch her head. Her vision was going blurry. Did she need glasses?

"We've got to keep moving. We can't stop here." It was the voice of a man. Bishop Octavian.

"Does it look like she can go anywhere right now?" someone snapped at him. That was River. Amy could see her hair. It was very curly. Blurry, but curly. "And we have to wait for the Doctor."

"Ah, yes. Hello. Amy, are you alright?" The Doctor asked. Amy's vision had cleared very slightly.

"I think I need to get my eyes checked," she mumbled, still laying on the mossy tree. "What happened?"

"Angels."

"How'd you escape?" River asked, looking at some sort of little box. Maybe it was the med scanner.

"Told the Angels the crack was the end of the universe," he said nonchalantly. If she had the strength to, Amy might have laughed.

"Was it?"

There was a pause. "So, let's have a look. What's wrong with Amy then, eh?" He took the med scanner from River and looked at it for a few moments, Evy peering over his shoulder.

"What's wrong with me?" Amy prompted when he said nothing.

"You're fine," River said, trying to comfort her. Amy almost rolled her eyes.

"Everything. You're dying."

"Thanks," she mumbled, throwing an arm over her head in a vain attempt to stop the pounding she felt. "Why?"

The Doctor knelt beside her and moved her arm, looking at her face. He was still very blurry, even up close.

"I don't know yet. What happened? You looked into the eyes of the Angel. That's when you thought your hand had turned to stone. Remember?"

"Yeah, 'course I remember."

He took a breath, looking at Evy and River and then back to Amy.

"A living mental image in a living human mind. But we stare at them to stop them getting closer. We don't even blink, and that is exactly what they want. Because as long as our eyes are open, they can climb inside. There's an Angel….in your mind."

He looked into her eyes and a shudder went down his spine when he saw that an Angel was looking back at him from inside.

"I'm going to die," she said. It wasn't a question. It was a statement.

"No. Shut up; I'm thinking. What do I do – Evy!" he exclaimed, jumping to his feet and pointing a finger at her. "You're good at creepy mind-stuff. What should we do?"

Evy pursed her lips, thinking of a possible solution for this situation. "Yes, I can do something about that. But, I need to know what I'm up against."

"So what do we already know?"

She faltered for a moment, but then snapped to attention, listing everything they knew. "The Weeping Angels. Image of an Angel becomes an Angel. Don't look at the eyes. Counting….Amy's been counting."

He snapped. "Yes. Alright, Angel Bob, why is Amy counting?" he asked, pulling the comm from his belt again.

"To scare her, sir."

"Why?"

"The Angels…they think it's fun, sir."

He dropped the comm in aggravation, hands tearing at his hair.

"Doctor," Evy said calmly, hoping that if she was level-headed it might wear off on him. "Doctor, what is happening to my sister?"

"Inside her head, in the vision centers of the brain, there's an Angel. It's like there's a screen, a virtual screen inside her mind and the Angel is climbing out of it, and it's coming to shut her off," he explained, slightly calmer than he'd been.

"How do we stop it?" she asked, her voice calm but her mind racing and fearful.

His hands flapped about, his mouth struggling for an answer. "I-I don't know, you tell me! You're the one good at creepy-mind stuff."

Evy bit her lip, formulating an answer. "I….if it were a real screen, we'd just pull the plug, shut it off. We've got to knock her out but keep her conscious."

"What?" Amy asked incredulously.

"What do we do then?" River asked, her voice nowhere near calm, "Think, Evy, quickly!"

"Yes, we need to shut down the vision centers of her brain. Close her eyes. Make the Angels think she's unconscious."

"Three," Amy said weakly, and the Doctor's head snapped to her. He dropped to the ground beside her, holding her face in his hands.

"Close your eyes," he ordered, and she fought it, trying to keep them open. "Amy, listen to me. The Angels won't want you to, but close your eyes or you will die."

She paused, using the time to look at her sister, who gave a nod of approval. Then she turned to the Doctor. And with a deep breath, she closed her eyes.