A/N: Quick note, Angel = Time Lady, angel = Weeping Angel, Weeping Angel = ...well, I think you know :)

~8~

The Time of Angels: The Projection

A transport ship had arrived on the beach that night, soldiers already setting up camp as Octavian walking swiftly across the beach, followed by the Doctor, Amy, and Angel. Angel had her arms crossed, unable to help glancing at the Aplan building, the ship still sticking out of it. She didn't like this, not at all, she still remembered what happened the last time the Weeping Angels had been involved, the fear that had raced through her at the Doctor's disappearance. She supposed though, it was slightly better this time, they wouldn't have to rely on another person to help them, they were there together, the TARDIS was fine and safe, and they hadn't been displaced in time.

She rubbed her head, she still didn't like it, because...the Doctor didn't remember her being in 1969. At all. She'd seen the memories flash before his mind when River had mentioned the Weeping Angel just before. She wasn't there. She honestly didn't understand how his mind was making these outrageous compensations to make up for the gaps in his memory. To him, she had been in the TARDIS the entire time, but, somehow, just been unaware of what had happened to the box, that the angels had gotten her. She knew she had been oblivious at times in her last two bodies, but she was not THAT bad, by any stretch of the imagination, especially when it came to the TARDIS.

But in his mind, she just wasn't there, so she had to be somewhere else, and the last place he remembered her being was in the TARDIS. To him, he'd been trapped in 1969 with Martha and just Martha, that he'd been pouty and sullen because Martha had ordered him to remain in the small flat they'd rented while she worked and that he was bored. She hadn't gotten him flustered with that outfit Martha had put her in, she hadn't gone on a date with him and he hadn't gotten jealous of that man with the horrendously bad pickup lines (she now realized what they were), they hadn't taken a walk in the park and kissed before those sweet children. She hadn't been there to meet Billy, the timey wimey detector had led him to the man, she hadn't been part of the filmed conversation, it was just him.

And it hurt to realize that, in his memories, she wasn't there and that his new mind didn't care enough to wonder why, especially when she was and had always been right by his side. It made a slight bit of sense though, right from the moment she appeared in 1969, that entire trip had been nothing but sweet moments between them, especially considering the fact she had let herself be 'killed' by a Weeping Angel to get to him in the first place.

"The angel, as far as we know, is still trapped in the ship," Octavian explained, pulling Angel's attention over to them again, "Our mission is to get inside and neutralize it. We can't get through up top, we'd be too close to the drives. According to this," he showed them a handheld device with a scan of the tunnels, "Behind the cliff face, there's a network of catacombs leading right up to the temple. We can blow through the base of the cliffs, get into the entrance chamber, then make our way up."

"Oh, good," the Doctor nodded, though they could all see him shifting as he glanced at some equipment on a nearby table, looking for all the world like he wanted to not talk about that.

"Good, sir?" even Octavian seemed to notice.

"Catacombs, probably dark ones. Dark catacombs, great."

"Technically, I think it's called a 'maze of the dead.'"

"You can stop any time you like," he turned to Octavian, with a...look in his eyes that made the man pause.

He was worried, he admitted it, and Octavian wasn't making it any better. There was just...something about the angels that struck him, that unnerved him, that...scared him. It was like...there was this pressure in his chest that tightened terribly. Like there was a weight on it that was crushing him, but he didn't know what it was. He'd faced the angels before, he'd survived, so why would now be any different? Back then there had been 4 angels! There was just the 1 this time.

But something inside him just wouldn't let it go, wouldn't let him reassure himself. He couldn't help but feel like they shouldn't be there, like he should go back to the TARDIS and get them all out of there. He didn't want Angel...or Amy...around the Weeping Angel, not for a moment, not at all. There was a danger there, the Weeping Angels were deadly, and he would be exposing others to it, he'd be exposing Angel to it.

He frowned and spun around, resuming his examination of the equipment, why did his mind keep returning to Angel over Amy? It was like...it was natural, too natural, for him to fee concern and protectiveness over the Time Lady more so than Amy. In reality, Amy should be the one he worried about more since she was human, Angel was a Time Lady, she was psychic, she had the Vortex inside her, she'd be able to protect herself if anything happened, more so than Amy could. So why did he keep feeling this...worry flare up inside him when he thought of Angel and the Weeping Angel being in the same place?

He shook his head, it was probably just because she was the last Time Lady. Yes, that as it. Amy was human, but there were unending amounts of them, Angel was the last of his people, the only thing he had left besides the TARDIS. Yes, if anything happened to her...well...he'd be alone again. He winced, resting a hand to his chest as a pain shot through him, feeling like...if he lost her...it would be so much worse than just being alone.

"Father Octavian?" one of the men beckoned to him, making them all glance over at the shout.

"Excuse me, sir, ma'ams," Octavian nodded and headed off.

The Doctor sighed and eyed the equipment, sonicing it this time.

"You're letting people call you 'sir,'" Amy commented as she sat on the table between him and Angel, "You never do that. So, whatever a Weeping Angel is, it's really bad, yeah?"

"Now that's interesting..." the Doctor glanced at Amy, "You're still here. Which part of 'Wait in the TARDIS till I tell you it's safe' was so confusing?"

"Ooh, are you all Mr. Grumpy Face today?"

Angel smiled a bit at that, her mind drifting to when the fifth Doctor had appeared in the TARDIS, the frowning face he'd told her his fifth self did at times, oh there were so many similarities between that Doctor and his last self. There were quite a few similarities between his current self and a few of his past selves really, from what she knew of them. She looked over at the equipment as well, at the items on her side of Amy, trying to see if she recognized any of them. One or two looked familiar, or at least similar to pieces of the TARDIS. She felt a little...happy...that she recognized the pieces, she knew her last selves would have looked at them and been confused as to what they were, but she really had been paying attention to the Doctor, she felt like she knew more than she had before as a result.

"A Weeping Angel, Amy," the Doctor continued, "Is the deadliest, most powerful, most malevolent life form evolution has ever produced, and one is trapped inside that wreckage and I'm supposed to climb in with a screwdriver and a torch and, assuming I survive the radiation…"

"Which you will," Angel interjected.

"And the whole ship doesn't blow up in my face…"

"Which it won't."

"Do something clever which I haven't actually thought of yet."

"But you will."

"That's my day, that's what I'm up to. Any questions?"

Amy smiled a bit at their banter. They'd long ago explained that Angel and her psychic abilities and while she didn't really understand exactly how her abilities worked, Angel had reassured her that neither did she, "Is River Song your wife?" she smirked at him, "'Cos she's someone from your future, and the way she talks to you, I've never seen anyone do that. She's kinda like, you know, 'Heel, boy!' She's Mrs. Doctor from the future, isn't she? Is she gonna be your wife one day?"

The Doctor frowned at that word, wife...if felt...like the wrong word to use...

~oOo~

"To honor and obey?" he smirked.

"Tell me about it, mate," Lance rolled his eyes.

"OI!" Donna shouted, rounding on Lance, as the doors to the lift shut.

"I don't know," he muttered, draping an arm around Angel's shoulders, "Might not be too bad," he looked at Angel as she looked away, blushing, "What do you think? Wanna get married after this?"

Angel laughed lightly but shook her head, "No."

He pouted, he'd actually really been asking just then. Probably not in the best manner, but...he really had been asking her to marry him, "Why not?"

Angel looked up at him, seeing the hurt look on his face and reached out to touch his cheek, "Because I'm your Mate," she said simply, stroking his cheek.

He reached up to her hand, taking it, not pulling it away but just holding it, the back of her hand, resting on his cheek, "And you could be my wife too."

"But loads of people have wives," she smiled, "Not many have a Mate. I think that's far more special, far more amazing, far more meaningful, a title than wife. And..." she trailed, "Husbands and wives can leave each other. I'd never ever want to leave you."

He blinked, letting out a little laugh and shaking his head as he smiled at her, "I see it now," he breathed, moving her hand from his cheek to kiss the back of it.

~oOo~

The Doctor hummed a bit in thought at the word, he didn't quite agree with the notion of wives. There could be wives on Gallifrey, he'd had a wife at one time, more like a civil friend with whom he shared children, but...he just felt like there was something...more...out there, something better. Well, there was Mating of course, but that was only between a Time Lord and Lady who were deeply in love. He didn't sense River Song as a Time Lord and there was only Angel and she wasn't his Mate. Well she was, but his friend, his mate, not his Mate.

Angel swallowed hard as that hit her in the gut, every single time he denied it, denied how close they'd been, how much they had meant to each other, every time he denied that she was his Mate it just...stabbed her in the hearts, made them hurt to beat. She closed her eyes a moment, turning and pretended to look at a setup of equipment even more intently, moving slightly to the left so her back was just a bit to the two of them. It was the only way they wouldn't see the heartbreak in her face.

Because, yes, she had considered that as well, she'd considered that it was possible that River was...someone important to the Doctor in the future. It had hit her in the Library, the fears of who River could be, and they still didn't know. At first, she had thought that the River they'd seen in the Library had been from a timeline where she had never been ill, but it didn't explain the woman's anger towards her.

Now though, she was starting to suspect that, perhaps, River had lied. Or even if she hadn't, she'd said they hadn't mentioned an illness to her. If that River was the only one who met her when she'd been dying, then they wouldn't have any cause to talk about it around any other River. She knew she didn't want to even think on that time in her life, the fear and the pain, she doubted the Doctor would want to talk about it even with his memory loss, to come that close to losing the last of your people. Now, if she had been there in River's future, healthy or sick, what if...what if this had happened in River's timeline, what if the Doctor had forgotten, what if he never remembered and that was why River seemed to dislike her so much, because the River in the Library had seen the Doctor being sweet to HER, and if he never remembered and if River was someone important to him in the woman's timeline then River had every reason in the world to be cold to her in the Library.

But why did she still act that way now? The Doctor wasn't being sweet to her anymore.

She rubbed her head, she was starting to get a migraine. She'd actually been looking forward to a nice calm trip to a museum. Everything that had happened, with his regeneration and the Starship UK and Bracewell and the Daleks...it was draining her. She'd barely slept since the Doctor had regenerated, she was just so...tired. Emotionally, mentally, physically just...exhausted. She'd been hoping for a calm trip, a quiet trip, where she could just walk around and listen to the Doctor jabber on before getting some sleep. She'd had it all planned, let him make his way through the museum, put him in a good mood, ask about taking Rory as a companion, and then take a nap. Nothing of the sort had happened and she was just...so tired. She just wanted to sleep and she couldn't and she doubted the rest of the trip would be calm either.

"Yes, you're right," the Doctor muttered, and Angel's hearts twisted painfully at the thought that he was answering Amy's question, until he continued, "I am definitely Mr. Grumpy Face today."

"Doctor?" River stood in the door of the transport, waving him over, "Doctor!"

"Oops!" Amy smirked, "Her indoors!"

"Father Octavian!" River called as they all turned and joined her in the transport.

"Why do they call him Father?"

"He's their Bishop, they're his Clerics," the Doctor sighed, "It's the 51st Century, the Church has moved on."

~8~

On a screen in the transport ship, a black and white footage of the Weeping Angel was playing, its body turned on an angle, back to the screen, its hands over its eyes. River stood there with a remote in her hand as the clip played, four seconds of footage over and over. The Doctor stood right by the screen, watching it, as Angel stood across from him, shifting from foot to foot, her arms crossed, biting her lip in worry as she eyed it as well.

"What do you think?" River looked at the Doctor, "It's from the security cameras in the Byzantium vault. I ripped it when I was onboard. Sorry about the quality. It's four seconds. I've put it on loop."

"Yeah, it's an angel," the Doctor agreed, "Hands covering its face."

"You've encountered the angels before?" Octavian frowned.

"Once," Angel answered, "A while ago, on Earth though, four of them."

He nodded, "But those were scavengers, barely surviving."

"It's just a statue," Amy argued.

"It's a statue when you see it," River emphasized.

"Where did it come from?" the Doctor wondered.

"Oh, pulled from the ruins of Razbahan, end of last century. It's been in private hands ever since, dormant all that time."

"Dormant and patient have two different meanings," Angel murmured as she watched the angel closely, feeling like it was...watching her...even with its back turned. She didn't like it.

"What's that mean, it's a statue when you see it?" Amy frowned.

"The Weeping Angels can only move if they're unseen," River stated, "So legend has it."

"No, it's not legend, it's a quantum lock," the Doctor argued, "In the sight of any living creature, the angels literally cease to exist. They're just stone. The ultimate defense mechanism."

"What, being a stone?" Amy scoffed.

"Being a stone...until you turn your back."

~8~

The Doctor led the others out of the transport, across the beach, eyeing the crash, "The hyperdrive would've split on impact," he turned to Octavian, "The whole ship will be flooded with radiation, cracked electrons, gravity storms, deadly to almost any living thing."

"Deadly to an angel?" Octavian smiled, feeling a bit of hope.

"Dinner to an angel. The longer we leave it, the stronger it will grow. Who built that temple? Are they still around?"

"The Aplans," River read off the handheld, "The indigenous life form. They died out 400 years ago."

"200 years later, the planet was terraformed," Octavian nodded, "Currently there are six billion human colonists."

"You lot, you're everywhere!" the Doctor groaned, "Like rabbits! I'll never get done saving you."

"Sir, if there is a clear and present danger to the local population..."

"Oh, there is. Bad as it gets. Bishop, lock and load!"

"Verger, how we doing with those explosives? Dr. Song, with me."

"Two minutes," River waved him on, "Sweetie, I need you."

The Doctor mouthed 'sweetie' before realizing River meant him and turned to head after her, Angel watching him go as he didn't even protest at being called 'sweetie' or even hesitate to follow the woman, a difference from his earlier remarks of River not dragging him anywhere, a difference she was trying not to think about.

"Anybody need me?" Amy watched them go, still standing in the transport door, "Nobody?" she crossed her arms.

"I'll stay with you Amy," Angel smiled lightly at the girl, walking into the transport with her, adding quietly to herself, "No one needs me either. Not anymore."

It was just like the Library all over again. River truly was much better than her, smarter, braver, a much better match than she was for the Doctor. And that was what killed her, because the River in the Library was obviously very close to the Doctor, how close she could only guess though the fact she knew his name worried her immensely. But the fact that the Doctor didn't remember he'd Mated to her…it left him open to others.

To River.

"You're a Time Lord too yeah?" Amy asked her as they stepped in, "A Time Lady?"

"Yeah."

"Why don't you sound like the Doctor?"

Angel had to smile at that, it was a very polite way of asking her why she wasn't as smart as him, "You know how when you're in school there's always that student who's just brilliant, top marks and all, who'll probably end up changing the world one day?" Amy nodded, "And then another one, just barely getting by, who'll probably never make much of themselves?" she frowned but nodded again, "Imagine the Doctor is the first student and I'm the other one. I was just…average during school, probably below average."

Amy linked her arm with Angel's, "Me too," she admitted, "Never really paid attention to anything that didn't interest me first. Like the Romans," she smirked, "The hottest Italians in the world," she laughed, "Rory dressed up as a Roman Centurion once for a party."

Angel laughed a bit at that, "Rory the Roman..."

...when something caught her eye.

The angel on the screen had its hands moved away from its face.

~8~

River handed the Doctor a book, "I found this. Definitive work on the angels. Well, the only one. Written by a madman, it's barely readable, but I've marked a few passages."

The Doctor flipped through it quickly, "Not bad, bit slow in the middle, didn't you hate his girlfriend? I hate girlfriends too, well girls who are friends aren't bad though," he nodded, like Amy and Angel, they were very nice girls, and very good friends to him, "No, hang on, wait, wait!" he sniffed it.

"Dr. Song?" Amy peeked out from the transport, "Did you have more than one clip of the angel?"

"No, just the four seconds," she replied.

Puzzled, Amy turned back inside.

"This book is wrong!" the Doctor said, "What's wrong with this book, it's wrong. Angel?" he looked over to ask her, knowing she'd sense what it was, probably open the book to just the page he needed, only to see the girl wasn't there and shrugged, "What's wrong here?" he mumbled to himself, absently rubbing his chest, feeling like...there was more wrong than just the book.

~8~

"What did she say?" Angel asked as Amy stepped back in.

"Just the one clip," Amy confirmed.

Angel swallowed, she'd truly wanted to believe that it was just a different clip, but when they looked back, the angel was facing forward, its hands down at its side. Amy frowned and bent over to peer at it closely, watching the time code loop from 11:24 to 11:28.

"Amy?" Angel called softly as the angel's position moved just a bit.

Neither of them noticed the door close.

~8~

River observed the Doctor a moment as he examined the book, seeing him glance back at the transport unit from time to time between flipping pages, "Oh, it's so strange when you go all baby-face. How early is this for you?" she held open her journal.

"Very early," he skimmed the pages, a small frown of frustration coming to his face. Every time he got to the word 'angel' his mind immediately went to Angel, it was rather difficult to keep his mind on the statues when Angel's lovely face popped into his mind, but he just shook his head and tried to focus.

"So you don't know who I am yet?" she grinned, eyeing him a moment before adding delicately, "And Angel?"

"What about her?" he asked, still flipping through pages.

River just smirked at that, at the tone, at the flippant way he'd replied, at the lack of...something...in his voice when the woman was brought up, "Nothing. Nothing at all."

"How do you know who I am? Who Angel is? We don't always look the same."

"I've got pictures of all your faces," she told him, she'd thrown the images of Angel out after a quick glance through, not wanting or caring to keep them, "You never show up in the right order though. I need the spotter's guide."

"Pictures?" he stiffened, "Why aren't there pictures?"

~8~

Angel picked up the remote for the video and tried to turn it off, but the image kept coming back on. She tried it once more but it happened again. She set the remote down, really not liking this and cursing herself for not sensing this earlier, she supposed...she was just tired. She'd noticed that she didn't get clear feelings or visions when her head hurt too much or when she was just...too tired to sense something.

"Amy…I think we should leave," she reached out for the ginger woman.

But Amy just shook her head, "But it's just a recording," and walked towards the screen, "It can't move," she bent down and tried to unplug the screen.

"Amy!" Angel called.

Amy looked up to see the angel's face close to the camera and scrambled back, Angel helping her up, "Doctor!"

They ran to the door, trying to open it but it wouldn't budge. They looked back at the screen to see the angel with its mouth open, ready to attack.

"Doctor!" Angel cried.

~8~

"This whole book, it's a warning, about the Weeping Angels," the Doctor frowned, "So why no pictures? Why not show us what to look out for? He couldn't have known we'd have a psychic with us, he'd have to give some sort of warning."

"There was a bit about images," River recalled.

"Yes! Hang on..." he flipped through the book, "'That which holds the image of an angel becomes, itself, an angel.'"

~8~

"Doctor!" both girls shouted, pounding on the doors.

Angel tried to think of what she could do. There was the Vortex yes, but...she'd really only ever been able to use it as a shield when using it herself, she wasn't consumed by it at the moment, she didn't know how to use it to blast the doors open. Sometimes she could snap ropes or little things, but this...this door was sealed shut.

~8~

"What does that mean?" River frowned, "'An image of an angel becomes, itself, an angel.'"

~8~

"No…" Angel gasped, seeing that the image of the angel had become solid in the center of the room, projecting out of the screen.

"Doctor!" Amy screamed, "It's in the room!"

"Doctor!" Angel tried.

~8~

The Doctor winced, feeling something flash through him, something that felt like...fear...before he heard the girls shouting for him, "Amy!" he ran to the transport, "Angel!"

"Doctor!" Angel shouted.

"Are you alright?" he ran up to the door, "What's happening?"

"Doctor, it's forming in the center of the room."

"The angel is here," Amy added.

"Don't take your eyes off it!" he pulled out the sonic and used it on the keypad, "It can't move if you're looking. What's wrong?" he checked the readings, "It's deadlocked."

"There is no deadlock," River argued, trying to override the controls.

"Don't blink, Amy! Either of you! Don't even blink!"

~8~

"Doctor!" Amy yelled as she banged against the door.

Angel stepped to the side, her eyes on the angel, "Amy, get out of the way," she ordered as Amy backed up as far as she could. Angel concentrated hard, pulling the Vortex through her, needing to try at least, needing to do something to try and get Amy out of there. She had used the Vortex something like this in the past, so she had to try now. She held out into her hands, pushing the energy towards the door, trying to open it from that side, trying to blow it off its hinges.

But it didn't work.

She felt to her knees, panting at the effort, one day she might be able to do something like that, but right now she wasn't strong enough.

~8~

"What are you doing?" River demanded as the Doctor fumbled with a box to her left.

"Cutting the power," he worked, "It's using the screen, I'm turning the screen off. It's no good, it's deadlocked the whole system."

"There's no deadlock."

"There is now!" he snapped at her, growing quite agitated at how she really was not helping the situation.

He could feel it, that feeling that had sparked when Octavian had been talking about the angel before. It was racing through him now, telling him to get them out, telling him to keep them safe, to get them away from the angel in the room. It was desperate, it was consuming him, it was...actually starting to frighten him a bit at how powerful a sensation it was. He had to get in there, he had to get Angel...and Amy...out of there!

"Help!" Amy shouted.

"Amy! Can you turn it off? The screen, can you turn it off?"

"Angel tried."

He nodded, he should have expected that, beyond being psychic, Angel was clever, a clever old Time Lady, rather brilliant really...he shook his head, focusing, "Try again but don't take your eyes off the angel."

"We're not!"

"Each time it moves, it'll move faster. Don't even blink."

"I'm not blinking! Have you ever tried not blinking?"

~8~

Amy blindely reached for the remote, not taking her eyes off the angel.

"Amy we can't blink," Angel told her, having moved to sit against the wall, panting, her eyes on the angel, that last blast of the Vortex had taken even more out of her, she'd tried to use all she could, as much as she safely could, to get the door open, now she just felt weak...and useless, "If we do it'll absorb enough energy to form entirely."

Which meant using the Vortex against it was out, if she hit that projection with the energy of the Vortex that would be able to feed it and then some.

Amy grabbed the remote and backed away, trying to switch it off but it just kept turning back on, "It just keeps switching back on!"

"Yeah, it's the angel," the Doctor called.

"But it's just a recording."

"No, 'anything that takes the image of an angel is an angel.'"

~8~

The Doctor looked over at River, "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to cut through," she said, holding a small blowtorch to the wall, "It's not even warm."

"There is no way in, it's not physically possible," he ran a hand through his hair, growing more frantic. His hearts were pounding, his blood racing, his mind throbbing, telling him to get in there, to get them out, to protect them, to stop the angel, to save his Angel, to help Amy, but he was just...standing there, unable to do anything.

That was really frustrating!

~8~

"Doctor!" Amy gasped, "What's it gonna do to us?"

"Just keep looking at it," he ordered, "Don't stop looking!"

"Just tell me. What's it gonna do to me?"

Angel winced, forcing her eyes to stay open as her mind was sucked into the future.

…Amy was lying curled up in a ball on a forest floor, tears and fear in her eyes…

"Amy, not the eyes!" the Doctor called, "Look anywhere but don't look at the eyes."

"Why?" Amy frowned, looking in its eyes.

'…everything, you're dying…'

"What is it?" River called.

"'The eyes are not the windows of the soul, they are the doors," the Doctor read, "Beware what may enter there.'"

'…as long as our eyes are open, they can climb inside. There's an angel in her mind!…'

"No!" Angel shouted and half threw herself forward, throwing out her right hand and shooting a blast of golden energy at the screen behind the angel, destroying it, causing the projection to flicker. The doors unlocked just as the image faded. The Doctor and River ran in just as Angel collapsed back against the wall again, the golden energy fading from around her, leaving her gasping for breath.

She'd never shot a bolt of energy out of her before and destroyed something while in complete control of the Vortex.

That was new.

Might be useful too.

"Angel!" Amy ran to her side as the Doctor looked at the destroyed TV in shock, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," she nodded, taking a few deep breaths, "Fine…just…give me a moment…"

"So it was here?" River looked at the TV, making Amy frown at how the woman was more concerned with the projection than the girl sweating and panting on the floor who had just likely saved them all from dealing with the angel that early, "That was the angel?"

"That was a projection of the angel," the Doctor corrected, "It's reaching out, getting a good look at us. It's no longer dormant."

Something exploded outside and they ran out the door, Amy helping Angel, supporting her a bit, "It's gone positive!" a soldier reported to Octavian.

"Doctor!" he turned, "We're through!"

"Ok," the Doctor looked at them, "Now it starts."

He walked over to Octavian as Amy rubbed her left eye, "Coming?" River called back to them.

"Yeah, coming," Amy nodded, "There's just...something in my eye."

"Are you alright?" Angel asked her, the vision repeating in her mind.

Amy nodded and followed River off, but she knew, instinctively she knew, she'd been too late to stop the angel…

A/N: Oh wow you guys! We might make it to the next sneak peek by the next chapter! I can say it's a Rory one ;) I think you probably need some Rory love after this chapter eh?

I can say that Angel will also have some of her own theories about who River Song is to the Doctor (and her), but it'll be quite a while before we see who she is }:)

Also, just wanted to put a quick note, Recollections should be posted on the 20th :)

Some notes on reviews...

I can say that Rory will find out before Amy :) At the moment, Angel (after the Doctor/Amy (almost?) kiss) will be even more hesitant around Amy, though she will be having words with her about how she treats Rory. But Rory will be her companion, he'll be the one she confides in most things first before Amy, which I think is nice, that he's special like that :) I can say that there will come a time where he'll learn a secret not even the Doctor knows and one that he keeps from Amy right to the very end for his beloved Pilot ^-^ As for Angel and Amy in the TARDIS for the Lodger, we'll have to see :) I've done one of each (one TL in the TARDIS, one out of it) so it could go either way :)

He doesn't like River...at the moment }:) Lol, no, I'm not saying he'll like her, but I'm not saying he won't. It's a big old mess at the moment, but we'll have to see how it goes :) We'll be seeing a little bit of Rory/Amy fluff popping up soon, no worries :) I'm glad that each of my stories inspires different feelings on River :) I was definitely trying to do that with her and Rose, really challenge myself to write them in different, yet believable ways (River might not seem quite believable at the moment, but just bear with me because we'll be finding out in reverse order her story and it'll all make sense (and hopefully be more believable) when we know it all). And yay! I'm glad you're excited for OUAT :) You're right, it's the Pied Piper ;) I'll also be blending her story with a few others (similar to what they did with Rumple :)) so I'm excited for everyone to see how that plays out too :) It'll be taking place in both the Enchanted Forest and our world, I'm planning to do a chapter of one followed by the back story/Enchanted Forest after instead of breaking up the episodes, that way we get the complete story in one chapter :) Oh Rory will have quite a few little things he'll share/do with Angel that will get to the Doctor :) A bit more in Series 6 (but only because he's just starting the relationship with her in Series 5, but still a lot!) The flashes are...tricky. There are times where he seems like he almost remembers them, or almost sees them, but others where they more inspire a sensation or feeling (like the one here). I can say that some will be remembered at times :)

I didn't like River much in the show at first either, I felt like she was too manipulative and manipulating the Doctor into a relationship with all her innuendo and comments. Writing the stories with an OC and River NOT paired with him helped me see her in a better light though (except this story lol). I think Angel had a similar theory here ;) Great minds think alike don't they? :) But with Angel's thoughts, she's seeing River at the end of her life being cold to her and wondering why the woman is cold to her now before that moment even happened in the Library. It could be that River is aware, from the start, that Angel is his Mate and worried she might one day steal him away, which would explain River always being cold and distant to her. But we'll have to see :) I didn't see the point in the wedding either, too sudden, too pointless, too...not meaningful. Marriage is (to me) a sacred bond of love between two people and not one to be taken lightly and I almost feel like the show made it into a joke by having him do it as a last resort to a woman he still barely knows and we barely saw him develop feelings for. Blah. Amy will definitely notice a lot of what River does to Angel (like in this chapter) and she'll comment on it to River and Angel and get both sides of the story (as much as they can give her). I can say that Amy (and Rory) will likely both find out about what happened before the Doctor, Amy will have a moment of wanting to literally beat/slap the Doctor and Rory will have to legitimately hold her back ;) Rory will definitely find out first, but...in a way where it might take him a while to really work out what happened, but he will be brought into it first :) We might not have an Oncoming Storm moment out of jealousy, but we'll have a little bit of some from worry (saw a tiny tiny bit here) :) Mostly it'll be confusion though :) I might do an AU for that, you never know ;)

And I think that quote fits perfectly! Thanks! :)

Oh the Doctor will eventually yell at River, no worries, there will be a very big Oncoming Storm moment against her at one point. Won't say when or why (for all we know it might not have anything to do with Angel) but it'll be...pretty big :)

I would never skip over a review! :) To me, if you are taking the time to write me your thoughts about something I've written, it's only right that I read them :) I read each and every review no matter the length (they literally make my day :)). I think the song is lovely and it definitely fits to Angel's story very well :)

I never really understood how River was how she was either, I suppose the only way to explain Donna was that River was born that way and it was in her DNA where as Donna just sort of got a mental transfer or something :) I can say there's a twist for TATM that will make it hard for River to hate Angel for not stopping the Weeping Angel first, a few twists really, but we'll have to wait and see :) I think River would love that, for Angel to be corrupt by the Vortex, but I think she knows it might not happen (another reason to hate Angel lol), but I think that the Silence and Kovarian would still see the Doctor as the bigger threat since Angel's too nice to really do much harm to anyone, it's more the Doctor who gets her dragged into situations like that. I can say Angel will at one point stand up to River, but not for a while :) There's also a twist for River and LKH too, but I won't say what :)