A/N: Seriously…I don't feel like I should need to tell anyone I don't own Doctor Who. Like this is what I would be doing if I did..Anyway, rant aside. Just wanted to let you know that there are reasons I believe that the Weeping Angels are telepathic- if you need them let me know- so I'm just not going way off base with this. Not sure why I wanted to say that, Okay. That's it. Hope you enjoy.
They watched the door, fingers entwined, and he couldn't make himself feel scared. That could have been Grace pushing emotion through their connection, but he suspected it was more just her presence. He should have been running through all the options, anything he could do to protect her. But while he would lay down his life, not that it would stick, for her she was the one who had the answers. He wasn't used to letting someone take the lead, always the one in control, but he felt okay with her.
After sometime, the doors opened, and what Jack knew must be their guards wheeled a Weeping Angel into the room, facing them, hands over its eyes. When they had deposited two more, facing them, but not each other, they left the room again without a word. He watched them intently, eyes starting to burn.
"Whoever got you here, whoever is controlling you, how are they doing it?"
"Grace, honey, they are stone." Jack didn't look at her.
"Shhh. I'm working. Just look pretty." She grinned and though he couldn't see it he knew that she did.
He didn't know if he should be offended. She was something special, more than he had ever seen before. And someday she would be able to build a wall with her mind that no one could break through, but she wasn't there yet. "Grace, really. You're wasting your time."
"Working," she responded and returned her attention to the Angels. "No response. Strong silent type? Well, that's not going to work for me?"
"Grace, don't antagonize the Angels."
"Thought they were stone?"
"Grace," he sighed. She was more stubborn than stone.
"Can't you hear it? Feel it?"
He tried to listen, but didn't hear anything but their breathing. "Not a thing."
"In your head? Like they would like to be in there, but can't make it."
"You're saying their telepathic?"
"Makes since, how else do they work as a group?"
"All right I'll give you that, what's your end game."
"Can't you ever just go with the flow? Why do I have to know the end when I'm still making up the middle?"
And for some crazy reason he laughed. "Sorry, please. Wow me."
"Maybe later." He forgot to breathe again. "You know that they tricked your right? That what you were offered you won't receive. I'll bet that makes you a little mad?"
Silence. "Going well?"
"Shut up," she mumbled. "I'm trying to think. " She paused. "Close your eyes."
"This again?"
"Now," she demanded.
And he did and she did. When they opened them the Angels were closer but still set back. Still being held back by something.
"I can feel it," Jack thought she was talking to him, but she was looking at the Angels. "The only time someone looks at you, and you can't move. So lonely. And I'm sorry for that, but things are going to go a little differently now, okay. When I close my eyes, you are going to move back, arms down."
Jack closed his eyes, before she asked him to and when they reopened the Angels had backed up and their arms were at their sides.
"How did you do that?"
"Get the guards in here, Jack," he voice sounded strained and he looked at her, her face suddenly pale and starting to sweat.
"Grace, stop." He didn't know for sure, but he suspected she had stolen telepathic control of the Angels.
"Guards, Jack."
"Hey, you big idiots. I'd like to see you."
And to his surprise they came in as called.
"They need to let us down, tell them. Make them see." Grace sounded weak and sick.
"She has control of the Angels, now. I think it would be in your best interest to let us down."
The Guards looked at her and for a reason he couldn't fathom they believed them. Or they thought Grace had an illness, but they wanted to leave. One guard undid Jack's chains and he pulled his arms down and grabbed the keys. "I'm only letting you live, because that's what she wants. Go before I stop caring."
As they ran he moved to undo Grace's chains. She slid into his arms, and he tried to hold her there but she shook her head. "I have to look like I'm in control."
He let her go, but stayed close. Her body had warmed rapidly, like a sudden dangerous fever, and when his hands left her she fell to her knees. She rolled away from him, puking in the corner. He squatted down, rubbing her back until she finished. She pulled back, face pale but still undeniable beautiful.
"This is hurting you Grace," he brushed damp hair away from those green eyes. "Please stop. We can do this a different way."
"No," she shook her head. "This is the only way; I have to hold them until I can send them away."
"It's hurting you," he repeated, wanting to take her place, but knowing that he didn't have the capabilities to hold an army of Angels in his mind.
"No," she said again, her voice soft and for the first time a little scared. "I think it's killing me."