Vincent and the Angel: Hope
The Doctor ran back over to Vincent's side, looking intently at the church, but he couldn't see it, "Where?"
"There," Vincent pointed, "On the right."
"As I thought," the Doctor muttered, before nodding to himself, "Come on," he looked at Angel as he picked up the case, "We're going in."
"Well, I'm coming, too," Vincent moved to follow.
"No," Angel held up her hands to stop him, "You can't, your life is far too precious."
"And yours isn't?" Vincent countered, Angel stiffening when he subtly let his gaze flicker to her stomach and back at her.
She swallowed hard, fighting the urge to put her hand on her stomach and give away the fact that Vincent was right, that he somehow knew about her pregnancy. She supposed he would though, the man was the complete opposite of the Doctor, one of the most observant people she'd ever met. As a painter he was used to looking at the details of things, at noticing the slight nuances and shifts about them. But she had to let out a breath when he kept his mouth shut in the seconds that followed, clearly not about to give her away. She was immensely thankful for that, but she supposed they could both understand the need for secrets, even the ones that burdened them.
"We'll be fine," she said, looking at Vincent meaningfully, sounding to the others as though she were speaking about her and the Doctor, though Vincent knew she was really speaking about her and the baby.
"And how do you know?" Vincent shook his head, taking her hand to try and get through to her, a terrible sense of foreboding about this hitting him.
"Psychic," the Doctor cut in, reaching out to lightly tug Angel along with him by the arm. Well, trying to make it seem like he was tugging her along to get started, though the fact that he hadn't moved more than one step made it seem like he was really just pulling her away from Vincent's touch.
"Thief," Angel countered automatically.
"She's right," the Doctor turned to the man,"You're Vincent Van Gogh. No coming."
"But you're not armed!" Vincent shouted, unable to fathom how a man so perceptive about so much could be so blind to the state one of his friends was in.
No, not a friend, something far more precious than that. He could see the colors of the world, of the Universe, in Angel and the Doctor. It was quite startling really, how vividly he saw that. Usually the colors were muted, but...there was something odd about the two, alien. Perhaps that was why. Whatever the reason though, he could see it. The Doctor...he had a blue hue around him, but it seemed dulled by something, with...holes in it. It made him look as though he were surrounded in blue flames that were flickering wildly, but he knew they weren't flickers, they were holes indeed. It was as though there were pieces missing, and the holes, the colors around them, reached out tendrils to Angel's golden-white shine. The tendrils looked almost desperate, needing to attach to her warm glow, but when they touched her, they snapped back, well...more like were pulled back.
And what alarmed him...was that the hue around the Doctor was slowly, ever so SO slowly, growing darker. It was like the tendrils were desperate for her light, to lighten themselves, to push the dark color away and blend into a lighter, better version of itself. But something kept pulling it back. And, when the two stood close to each other, it was like the colors around the Doctor were at war with themselves. It was like there was a clear line between them, the Doctor's color shying away from her own even as the tendrils reached for it. The man was a wreck and didn't even seem to notice and, given the way the colors reacted, longing for Angel but forcing himself away from her.
But why?
"I am," the Doctor countered, pulling Vincent from his thoughts.
"What with?"
"Overconfidence, this," he patted the case, "Angel's intuitiveness, and a small screwdriver. I'm absolutely sorted. Just have to find the right crosactic setting, and stun him with it. Sonic never fails. Anyway, Amy..." he pointed at her, "Only one thought, one simple instruction, don't follow us under any circumstances," he signaled to Vincent to watch her.
"I won't," Amy nodded.
The Doctor gave a thumbs up and headed towards the church with a rather tense Angel.
"Will you follow them?" Vincent asked.
"Of course," she nodded.
"I love you."
~8~
"She's lying," Angel remarked as they walked away.
"Oh, I know," the Doctor sighed.
~8~
The Doctor stopped in the church, setting down the case and opening it, Angel keeping an eye further in, trying to sense if the Krafayis might be near. He pulled out the mirrored device and strapped it on, Angel turning to secure the straps that he couldn't reach behind him. He shot her a smile, holding a finger to his lips, before entering the church slowly and cautiously.
They could already hear a low growling noise in the distance.
The Doctor kept checking the mirror, pulling out the sonic as well, looking at Angel as she stared ahead of her, frowning. He swallowed, blinking, as though JUST realizing he'd taken her in with him to face an invisible monster that she couldn't see and could barely sense, that could hurt her. He reached out, tugging her back by the arm, and moved in front of her, 'Keep back,' he mouthed to her, turning to head on as Angel followed him cautiously.
~8~
Amy paced as Vincent watched the window, "Has he moved?" she asked.
"No, just shifted to the next window. But, wait! He's turning now."
~8~
The Doctor approached the window and checked the mirror, not seeing it, "Damn. He's moved," he put the mirror down and looked up.
Angel's eyes widened, seeing the creature's arm in her mind only a split moment before it swiped at the Doctor. She quickly pulled him back with a shout of, "Doctor!" both of them able to feel the whoosh of air as the arm narrowly missed him.
~8~
Amy and Vincent looked over, hearing Angel's cry, "Doctor!" Amy ran to the door.
"Amy!" Vincent ran after her.
~8~
The Doctor used the sonic as Angel helped lead him to a retreat, both of them doing their best to avoid getting hurt and trying to keep the Krafayis in sight...well, not really in sight, but be aware of it at least.
"Doctor!" Amy burst in.
The Doctor screamed, startled, "Argh! I thought I told you...never mind. We'll talk about it later."
Angel looked around a moment, "Over here!" she shouted, grabbing their arms and pulling them towards a confessional.
The Doctor opened the doors, urging them in, Angel and Amy on one side, him on the other, while the creature moved around outside, "Absolutely quiet," he whispered, sliding the door over the grille between them to look at Amy as she panted, "Can you breathe a little quieter, please?"
"No!" Amy whispered, lifting the curtain to check the room, "He's gone past."
"Shh," Angel warned.
But it was too late, the Krafayis growled, hearing them, and blew on the grating on the girls' side of the confessional, Amy screamed.
"I think he heard us," the Doctor hissed as the creature ripped out a part of the grating from his side, "That is impressive hearing he's got," and then another section, "What's less impressive are our chances of survival!"
"Hey, are you looking for me, sonny?" Vincent yelled as Amy screamed again. They peered out to see him holding up his chair like a lion tamer, "Come on. Over here. Because I'm right here waiting for you," he glanced over and waved them over, "Come on. Quickly! Get behind me."
They ran out behind him, the Doctor flashing the sonic at the Krafayis, "Doing anything?" they backed out of the room, Vincent still holding the chair in front of him defensively while the Doctor looked around wildly, "Where is he?"
"Where do you think he is, you idiot? Use your head," the creature walked towards them and the Doctor stood by Vincent using the sonic again.
"Anything?"
"Nothing. In fact, he seemed to rather enjoy it," they moved apart and the creature swung at the Doctor, "Duck!" he ducked, "Left," he moved left and the Krafayis swatted him away, slamming him into a wall.
"Doctor!" Angel gasped.
"Right, sorry," Vincent winced as the Doctor sat up with a groan, holding his side as Angel and Amy ran over to help him up, "Your right, my left."
"This is no good at all. Run like crazy and regroup!" they scrambled, looking for a way out.
"Over here!" Angel called, running to a back room, holding a door open. They ran in, pushing the door closed but it wouldn't shut all the way.
Vincent made a stomp and the creature pulled its claw away, allowing them to shut it, standing with their backs against it, panting from the run.
"Right," the Doctor nodded, "Ok. Here's the plan. Angel, Amy, Rory…"
"Who?" Amy asked as Angel winced.
"Sorry," the Doctor flinched, more sorry for Angel's reaction than the slip, "Um, Vincent."
"What is the plan?"
"I don't know, actually. But in future, I'm just using this screwdriver for screwing in screws," he slipped it back into his pocket.
"Right," Angel scoffed, she didn't need any of her abilities to know that would NEVER happen.
"Give me a second," Vincent called, "I'll be back," and he ran off.
"Do you think we could talk to him?" Angel suggested suddenly.
"Talk to him?!" Amy gaped.
"Well, yes," the Doctor agreed, seeing the point in it, "Might be interesting to know his side of the story," the creature growled, "Yes, though maybe he's not really in the mood for conversation right at this precise moment," he glanced at Angel as a bang sounded on the door, and paused, seeing her frowning at how he'd seemed to have dismissed her suggestion, his hearts pinging painfully at the look on her face. He shook his head, "Well, no harm trying," he grinned and turned to face the door, "Listen. Listen!" the growling stopped, "I know you can understand me, even though I know you won't understand why you can understand me. I also know that no one's talked to you for a pretty long stretch, but please...listen. Angel and I also don't belong on this planet. We also are alone. If you trust me, I'm sure we can come to some kind of, you know, understanding. And then...and then, who knows?" he listened, but heard nothing...
"Duck!" Angel shouted, pulling them down as the window opposite them shattered, sending glass flying above them as the creature leapt inside, roaring and displacing things as it moved about.
Vincent ran in after it with his easel, "Over here, mate!" he looked at the trio and jerked his head for them to move behind him, which they did.
"What's it up to now?" the Doctor squinted.
"It's moving round the room. Feeling its way around."
Amy, Angel, and Vincent moved behind a sarcophagus to 'watch' it closer while the Doctor ducked behind a column, "What?"
"It's like it's trapped. It's moving round the edges of the room."
"I can't see a thing," Amy remarked.
The Doctor blinked, "...I am really stupid," he groaned.
"Oh, get a grip! This is not a moment to reevaluate your self-esteem."
"No, I am really stupid and I'm growing old. Why does it attack, but never eat its victims?" he moved over to the sarcophagus with them, "And why was it abandoned by its pack and left here to die? Why is it feeling its way helplessly around the walls of the room? It can't see, it's blind. That explains why it has such perfect hearing!"
"Which, unfortunately, also explains why it is now turning around and heading straight for us!" Vincent yelled. He stepped forward, holding up the sharp ends of the easel as a weapon.
"Vincent. Vincent, what's happening?"
"It's charging now," he motioned with his hands to stay there, "Get back. Get back!"
"Vincent no!" Angel gasped, suddenly running from around the sarcophagus...and right in front of him.
"Angel!" the Doctor yelled, about to leap up after her when Amy pulled him back.
"It's alright, we won't hurt you!" Angel called, but not at them, holding her hands in front of her in peace, being very still so it wouldn't sense her as a threat, Vincent's eyes widening as the creature slowed down and came to a halt before her, "You're ok," she told it, reaching forward till her hand came in contact with hard air, "You're safe now. We'll help you," she could feel the creature breathing in front of her, his pants slowing as he calmed, "I promise, we'll get you home…just calm down…breathe…" the Doctor and Amy stood up, watching the invisible air before her.
And then there was a thump.
"It…sat down," Vincent breathed, stunned, as he looked at the creature, able to see it now, how helpless it really was, how scared, "He wasn't without mercy at all. He was without sight."
The Doctor slowly made his way out and stood by Angel, reaching out hesitantly to pet the bloodthirsty beast, "There, there. It's ok. You'll be fine. Ssh."
"He was just frightened and I almost…" Vincent walked up and rested a hand on it too, "He lashed out. Like humans, who lash out when they're frightened. Like the villagers who scream at me. Like the children who throw stones at me."
"But it's alright now," Angel told him, reaching out to take his other hand comfortingly, "He's calm now, we can get him home, thanks to you."
Vincent looked at her and smiled.
"You all look really strange petting the air," Amy remarked, making them laugh.
~8~
The Doctor and Angel walked back out onto the field where Amy and Vincent were lying on the ground, staring up at the stars, having brought the creature home and returned with not two minutes gone by. Angel had insisted she pilot the return trip as she had been needed to keep the creature calm during the ride there. She didn't know why animals seemed to like her all of a sudden, the Doctor had suggested, as he piloted the box to the Krafayis's planet, that it was just natural for everyone to love her like he did. She'd blinked and asked him to repeat that, her hearts racing, and he'd looked up and said that it was natural for everyone to like her like he did.
That stung a little, but...at least he'd said it the first time and even the second he'd admitted that he liked her, liked having her around.
He'd continued on, saying she just had a very...calming aura that people gravitated to and appreciated and animals were always more in tune with the world around them than humans. It made sense that she had a bit of a way with animals, and very useful at that. The Krafayis would likely have died if she hadn't managed to calm it. So it was a very nice moment to see it back with its pack.
Vincent smiled up at them and motioned for them to join him and Amy on the ground. They laid down, Vincent on either side of Amy and the Doctor, Angel across from him. He reached out and took Amy's hand, then the Doctor's, the two taking Angel's hand as well, the Doctor grinning at how Angel wasn't the one holding Vincent's hand but his hand, "Try to see what I see," he whispered to them, "We are so lucky we are still alive to see this beautiful world. Look at the sky. It's not dark and black and without character. The black is in fact deep blue," Angel smiled, it was almost TARDIS blue, "And over there, lighter blue. And blowing through the blueness and the blackness, the wind swirling through the air and then, shining, burning, bursting through, the stars! Can you see how they roar their light? Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes."
"I've seen many things, my friend," the Doctor said, watching as he imagined the colors, creating 'Starry Night' above them, "But you're right. Nothing quite as wonderful as the things you see."
Vincent gripped the Doctor's hand tighter, "I think you see a truly incredible sight everyday," he remarked to the man, "But you don't quite know how to look," he sighed, moving his head back to look at Angel behind him a moment, before turning to squeeze Amy's hand, while he admitted he felt a familiar spirit in Angel, Amy had really captivated his interest from the moment he met her, "I will miss you terribly."
~8~
"I only wish I had something of real value to give you," Vincent said the next morning as the Doctor held out one of Vincent's self portraits.
"Oh, no, no," he smiled, "I could never accept such an extraordinary gift."
"Very well," Vincent nodded, "You are not the first to decline the offer."
"I think he means it more of a 'if he has it, then no one else will be able to enjoy it' sort of thing," Angel smiled at him.
Vincent laughed and pulled her into a one-armed hug of thanks for her kind interpretation before turning to Amy, "Amy, the blessed, the wonderful," he hugged her as well, a full hug.
She kissed his cheek, "Be good to yourself and be kind to yourself."
"I'll try my best."
"And maybe give the beard a little trim before you next kiss someone," she touched her cheek and laughed.
"I will. I will. And if you tire of this Doctor of yours, return, and we will have children by the dozen."
"Eek!"
"Doctor, my friend," he took his hand, "We have fought monsters together and we have won. On my own, I fear I may not do as well."
The Doctor hugged him tightly, looking at Angel over his shoulder, both of them sad because they knew what would be coming for the man.
~8~
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" the Doctor asked as they walked away from Vincent's cottage.
"I was thinking I may need some food before we leave," Amy replied.
"Well, no, you're not thinking exactly what I'm thinking."
Angel smiled and turned to face the house, "Vincent!" he popped his head out of the window, shirtless and with a brush in hand, "There's something you need to see."
"Maybe just tidy yourself up a bit first," the Doctor added.
~8~
The Doctor led the small group through the alleys to the TARDIS, "Now, you know we've had quite a few chats about the possibility there might be more to life than normal people imagine?" he stopped with a sigh, seeing the TARDIS covered in papers and posters.
"Yes…" Vincent began slowly.
"Well, brace yourself, Vinny!" he used the key to slice the crack between the doors and opened it, stepping back with Angel and Amy as Vincent looked inside. He stuck his head out and looked at the exterior before stepping in again.
"How come I'm the crazy one and you three have stayed sane?" he mumbled, walking in. Angel laughed, taking Vincent's hat off and placing it on the coat rack by the door as they all walked to the console, "What do these things all do?"
"Oh, a huge variety of things," the Doctor grinned, "This one here," he turned a knob, "For instance, plays soothing music," he danced a bit as he turned it on, "While this one makes a huge amount of noise," a distorted noise sounded, "And this one makes everything go tonto," he pulled a lever and everything shook.
"And this one?"
"That's a friction contrafibulator!" Angel smiled, moving to set some more controls to get them ready for travel again.
"And this?"
"That's ketchup," the Doctor nodded, "And that one's mustard."
"Mmm. Nice!" he gripped the Doctor's shoulders, "Come on. Back to the café and you can tell me about all the wonders of the Universe."
"Good idea. Although, actually, there's a little something we'd like to show you first," he pulled another lever and the TARDIS was off.
~8~
The last of the papers burned off the TARDIS as she reappeared in Paris, the doors opening and the small quartet stepping out, "Where are we?" Vincent frowned.
"Paris," Angel replied, linking her arm with him, "2010 AD. And that," she nodded at the building across the street, "Is the Musee D'Orsay, it holds the greatest paintings in history inside."
"Oh, that's wonderful."
Two boys walked past with portable electronics which Vincent stared at, "Ignore that," the Doctor said, "We've got something more important to show you."
He led them into the museum, Vincent overwhelmed by the grandness of it all. Amy led the way past some Monets and Rodins, the Doctor nearly having to drag him away from 'Water Lilies' till they entered the Van Gogh exhibit. Vincent looked around, seeing his paintings in a place for the great and not only that, seeing people enjoy them and couldn't believe it.
The Doctor walked over to Dr. Black, "Dr. Black, we met a few days ago. I asked you about the 'Church at Auvers.'"
Angel smiled and squeezed Vincent's arm, leading him closer, "Oh, yes," Dr. Black nodded, "Glad to be of help. You were nice about my tie."
"Yes. And today is another cracker if I may say so," he grinned at the man's bowtie, "But I just wondered, between you and me, in 100 words, where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art?"
"Well, big question. But, to me, Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all," Angel reached out and took Vincent's hand, squeezing it tightly as his eyes teared up at the words, "Certainly, the most popular, great painter of all time, the most beloved. His command of color, the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world, no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world's greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived."
Vincent began to cry as Angel pulled him into a hug.
The Doctor walked over, concerned, "Vincent. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Is it too much?"
"No," he smiled, "They are tears of joy!" he walked over to Dr. Black and gave him a Gallic kiss, "Thank you, sir. Thank you!" and hugged him tightly.
"You're welcome," Dr. Black awkwardly hugged him back, not having a clue who the man was or why he was being hugged, "You're welcome."
"Sorry about the beard," he added before walking back to the Doctor and Amy, the girls linking their arms with his as they left.
Dr. Black slowly walked away but quickly turned, his eyes wide as he wondered if that had truly been Van Gogh, but the man was gone.
~8~
The TARDIS materialized in an olive grove close to Vincent's cottage, Vincent stepping out first, exuberant, "This changes everything. I'll step out tomorrow with my easel on my back a different man. I still can't believe that one of the haystacks was in the museum. How embarrassing."
"It's been a great adventure and a great honor," the Doctor shook his hand, giving him a hug after.
"You've turned out to be the first doctor ever actually to make a difference to my life."
"I'm delighted. I won't ever forget you," he headed into the TARDIS.
"And you are sure marriage is out of the question?" Vincent turned to Amy.
"This time," she hugged him, whispering, "I'm not really the marrying kind," she kissed him on the cheek and joined the Doctor back in the TARDIS.
"And Angel," Vincent smiled, "The light of the Universe," he hugged her, not noticing her slight tensing at his words.
She smiled though and hugged him back tightly, "I'm so sorry for your pain Vincent," she whispered, pulling back a bit, "No one deserves to suffer like you," she leaned in, kissing him on the forehead, a small golden spark jumping out of her and to him. She squeezed his hands reassuringly. She knew, he would still decide to take his life, he would still suffer the pains of his mind but there would always be a comfort there, as though they were still with him in spirit, helping him, giving him strength. In all honesty, she wasn't sure what was wrong with Vincent, no one really was, so she couldn't be sure that she'd be able to heal him anyway, but she still wanted to give him some sort of comfort, "Good luck."
"You as well," he smiled.
She turned and headed back to the TARDIS, running back up to the console as Amy said, "Come on. Let's go back to the gallery right now!"
~8~
Amy exited the TARDIS, beaming, skipping ahead as she ran to the museum, the Doctor and Angel more reluctant, both knowing which paintings would be there, "Time can be rewritten," Amy cheered, "I know it can. Come on!" she led them up the stairs excitedly, "Oh, the long life of Vincent Van Gogh. There'll be hundreds of new paintings."
"I don't think there will," Angel whispered quietly.
Amy ran in, "Come on!" only to stop short and see the same paintings still there.
"We have here the last work of Vincent Van Gogh, who committed suicide at only 37," Dr. Black was saying to a tour group. Amy closed her eyes in grief as Angel stepped up beside her and put an arm around her shoulders, "He is now acknowledged to be one of the foremost artists of all time. If you follow me now..."
"So, you were right. No new paintings. We didn't make a difference at all."
The Doctor walked over, "I wouldn't say that..." he paused, eyeing the paintings.
~oOo~
"I'm sorry," he murmured as she ate the last of her cupcake.
She looked up at him, confused, and he had to chuckle at the small bit of icing at the corner of her mouth, taking a napkin to wipe it off for her, "Thanks," she smiled, swallowing, "But...what are you sorry for?"
"This Christmas," he sighed, "Wasn't exactly the best was it?"
He'd been so determined to see her having a good Christmas, but it just...hadn't happened. It was just...he loved Christmas so much, he always seemed to end up on Earth for it, and he just wanted her to love it too because, really, that holiday seemed to have been made for her with everything it represented.
"It wasn't so bad," she shrugged, winding her arms around him, snuggling into him.
He let out a small laugh, not fully believing her, "Really?"
She nodded, closing her eyes, just letting the warmth of the fire and his arms relax her, "Life is a mess of good things and bad things," she murmured, "The good don't always make up for the bad, but the bad don't always ruin the good. As long as you can find one truly good memory in the bad, then the bad aren't so bad after all."
~oOo~
"The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. Hey," he hugged Amy too, feeling something oddly familiar about the words, "The good things don't always soften the bad things. But, vice versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant," he pulled back.
"And I think we really added to all the good things in his life," Angel told her with a smile.
"And if you look carefully..." he led her over to the 'Church at Auvers,' "…maybe we did indeed make a couple of little changes."
"No Krafayis," Amy realized.
"No Krafayis."
"And…" Angel whispered to Amy, turning her to face the 'Still Life: Vase with Twelve Sunflowers' in the back. Amy frowned but walked over to it, stopping with a smile as the Doctor and Angel joined her. There, written above his signature, were the words 'For Amy.'
"If we had got married, our kids would have had very, very red hair," Amy commented.
"The ultimate ginger," the Doctor laughed.
"The ultimate ginge," she agreed smiling, "Brighter than sunflowers," she turned to look at them, to thank them for the amazing adventure, and blinked, "Oh my God," she let out a little laugh and half-ran across the room to another painting, of an angel that Vincent had made in a style similar to Rembrandt. She looked at her guidebook, completely unchanged due to travel in the TARDIS, to see the angel in IT had ginger hair, but this one...this one had black, "Angel look..." she called as the Time Lords came over, "I don't think I'm the only one to leave an impression."
Angel smiled, seeing that the angel in the painting...looked very much like her, it even had an inscription that brought tears to her eyes, 'For my guiding light.'
She swallowed hard, the Doctor was usually the only one to call her that, but there it was...and it was...it was nice, to know she'd managed to help lead someone else out of the darkness, if only a bit.
A/N: I just want to apologize for the last chapter if the grammar/punctuation/spelling was off, I know that, for about an hour or two Angel's vision was just '...'s, I'm so sorry for that. When I had gone to edit the other night, my mother and brother started fighting (like, yelling/screaming/slapping/neighbors would probably call the cops fighting). It took me four hours of playing mediator to get them to stop, during which time my mother threw a phone and a remote at me and my brother bruised my arm and (as I later found out) wrist shoving me, and by the time it was over it was nearly 3am and I had to forego editing the last chapter for 2 hours of sleep and blanked on editing the vision :( I went through and did it yesterday so everything's all edited by now, but I just wanted to apologize to you all :(
Getting back to this chapter though, ooh Vincent figured out about the baby! Sweet of him not to say, but I think he feels he owes Angel for quite a bit in helping him ;) And how well did that work out? Van Gogh had a painting of an angel :) I did not even know that till I was writing this episode and wondering what he might be able to paint for Angel, since she helped him :)
Not a lot of jealous Doctor here since it was more the life-death situation happening, but little hints of it here and there :) I always felt SO bad for the Krafayis :( How it was just so scared and alone and died :( I think, without its sight it would be more sensitive to the world around it and, if it just sensed ONE person who wasn't going to attack it, that it would have been calmer.
Next couple chapters we get the Lodger! Woo! I'm really excited to see how it all plays out with Angel and the Doctor there, especially since there's only one bedroom for them to share ;) And(!) we're gonna see the garden again :)
Some notes on reviews...
Yup, I'm trying not to embrace my full evilness though :) I think he would have made a good Doctor, but I also think he's so well known for Sherlock that it would have been a bit much like Moffat works on both shows and that would just be too much...favoritism? If that's the right word lol :)
Lol, it was sort of subtle, the shocking part. Mostly (to me) it was that Angel is implying that she feels or felt, at one point or another, so hurt by everything that was happening that...she can truly and deeply relate on that level to a man who wants to kill himself if she can describe exactly what he's feeling back to him :( Poor her :( The Doctor's wife was an arranged marriage created by their families. They were civil at best to each other but there was no genuine true love, maybe a fondness, she WAS the mother of his children, and he would love his children, but it wasn't what he wanted or what she wanted so they mostly just tried to keep it civil and respectful :) I think the Doctor grew up loved and surrounded by friends and family, a little trouble maker who was too curious for his own good and always talking and joking and exploring :) Angel was more quiet and focused and at home in a TARDIS than setting out to explore. She only had one real-ish friend growing up that we'll find out about in a few short weeks, but they were more friends because they were neighbors and drifted a bit at the Academy :) I think that sums them up yeah, he's more the infamous troublemaker at school while Angel's just the quiet girl that no one really notices or wants to notice that the teachers feel is average at best because she doesn't apply herself. She doesn't see the need for it since she's content to be a TARDIS farmer the rest of her life (at that point). I'm not sure if she'd know of him much in the academy. She's about 100 or so years younger than him, he might have been too much older than her for them to interact or her to really hear much of him. She had no idea who he was when they first met so I don't think she heard of him much in school so no crush lol :)
I'm going to try to ignore the Frobisher thing, though I think I'd have to have Angel comment on it since she was the one who saved Frobisher's family and interacted with him more, I'd probably even have Evy and Proffy mention he looks like Caecillius or something too and him brush it off just to establish they're separate characters :) I do have a semi-idea of why 11 might regenerate into someone 'similar looking' to Frobisher for this series though to explain it, but I'll have to see if it works. I'm just hoping it doesn't mean that we won't see Jack with 12 because of that :(
I've found that angst definitely makes me crave fluff yup :) Keta's proof of that, now we just have to hope the same is true for this series. Lol, I was thinking of doing a thing, since we'd hit 500 reviews, that if we made it to 1,000 I'd say, for sure, whether he remembers or not, but I'm not sure lol, that would mean about an average of 21 reviews a chapter to get the hint by the last one and I sort of like the suspense :)
I can say there are plenty of twists to come involving the Dampening Bracelet and what Angel may/not do with it. I can say there'll be times where she comes close, very, VERY close to putting it on but I won't say if she for sure will :)
Oh I can't answer the Doctor/River telling off on that subject :) I CAN say though that there will be an epic Oncoming Storm moment against River that we'll see at one point. I'll leave it up to interpretation as to what it'll be about though. Could be one thing, could be another, could be quite a few things ;)
I think I'd have no issue with the writers making a love interest with a companion...if the companion was a Time Lady and not a human. Because then, I'd feel like they were more a partner than a companion :) I haven't seen much of Classic Who, but I know the Time Lady Romana travelled with him and a lot of people felt they had great chemistry, her and the Doctor. I look forward to being able to see those seasons, but in terms of a human companion with the Doctor, I agree, I don't like it :( Lol, I think that's one reason I wanted to write Time Ladies, just so he's not alone anymore and so that it's not a human :)