A Christmas Carol: Fish

A crashing ship hurtled through a dense white-blue atmosphere of a planet, alarms ringing out in the main flight deck, though the other halls outside the room were silent. There was no sign that anything was wrong except for the computerized announcement coming over the speakers, "Would all passengers please return to their seats and fasten their safety belts?" which was made all the more justified and calming by the added, "We are experiencing slight turbulence."

Simply to not disturb or alarm the passengers...

However the same could not be said for those in the main flight deck, those with a direct look at how out of control the ship was and how much danger they were actually in.

The captain ran in, struggling to remain stabilized from where she'd run to check on some equipment the moment the shaking had become unbearable, "Both engines failed and the storm-gate's critical. The ship is going down! Christmas is cancelled."

"Entering atmosphere now!" one of the pilots called, before turning in his chair to speak to the second pilot, "Level, keep her level!"

"Level with what?" the second pilot retorted, "I can't see! What is that stuff?"

"Clouds?" the captain looked out the main window, seeing just the murky white-blue fog ahead of them, lightning striking in the distance, the ship twisting to avoid it.

"What kind of clouds?" the first pilot asked when a beep began to sound.

The captain turned, frowning as she looked at a flicker of light flashing in time with the beep on a panel, "Are you sending a distress signal?!"

"It's not me!"

The captain turned and tapped on the panel, trying to check the ship to locate the signal, frowning in confusion as she saw where it was coming from, "Who's in the honeymoon suite?"

Just then the doors opened and Amy, wearing her police costume, stepped in, "I've sent for help!" she reassured them as the captain spun to look at her.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Look, there're two friends of mine, ok, and they can help us. They'll come!"

"And what ARE you wearing?" the captain shot an odd look at her outfit of choice.

Amy flushed and tugged at the hem of her most likely too-short skirt, "That doesn't matter."

"Are you from the honeymoon suite?"

"Oh, shut up!" she blushed even more.

And, to make the matter worse, the door opened again and Rory stepped in, dressed as a Roman soldier, which made the two pilots look at each other with a small grin despite the situation. He stumbled into the wall as the ship shuddered, holding a device in his hand, "Amy, the light's stopped flashing...that doesn't mean they're not coming right?"

He couldn't tell, the turbulence...there was lightning in the storm, they'd seen it on their way over, it must have been interfering with the frequency set on the comm. in his hands. They hadn't heard anything after Angel had shouted that she and the Doctor were coming. He trusted them, yeah, he trusted Angel with his life, but...when the Doctor got involved well...it had taken the man 14 years to get them back to Amy again and he'd said 5 minutes. He was afraid that they didn't even have 5 minutes to spare this time. While he had never been to many places, he did know that shaking and sparking and extreme 'turbulence' was NOT a good thing...unless it was the TARDIS, but even then he was sure that the sparking was not meant to happen but Angel was never too far away to fix the box and make sure everything was going just fine.

So he supposed he just had to hope that everything would be just fine, because...well, he had to smile. He could imagine Angel slapping the Doctor's hands away from the controls and taking charge, flying the TARDIS herself. He had to admit, Angel was a MUCH better pilot than the Doctor, but he supposed that was understandable, she'd been around them her whole life, had repaired them, grown them, adapted them...apparently her family had even written the manual on how to pilot one...which was the one the Doctor had thrown into a supernova. Though it didn't seem like the manual was even needed with Angel there, she was like a walking manual and one that was much easier to understand than a few of the manuals he'd read in his life about ordinary objects like cars and computers and...book shelf assembly. He was very proud of the fact that he could successfully change the thermo-couplings all by himself! And it had only taken Angel two times of explaining it for him to get it. The first time she'd 'pulled a Doctor' and rambled about what they were and what they did and he'd just stared at her, blinking in confusion. But she'd seemed to realize what she'd done and gave him an apologetic smile, before explaining it slower and simpler, which he'd actually picked up on rather easily.

They'd talked during that, she'd trusted him to do it himself on the first go, claiming she would just be beside him and watch him work. Which she had, she really had just let him try his best and make a good effort, only commenting on it here or there when he hesitated or seemed to forget what to do or nearly put them in the wrong slots, but it was always done gently and in a way that didn't make him feel like an idiot that he hadn't gotten it completely right. Other than that they had just talked, about lots of things, she'd told him a bit more about Mickey Smith during that moment, how she'd also taught him to help with the TARDIS.

It was strange, how he didn't feel resentful of Angel bringing up Mickey to him. It could have been easy for someone to feel like she was comparing them or that she wasn't quite over the fact that Mickey was no longer her companion, but...he knew it had been years for her since Mickey had left. And, to be quite honest, it actually...made him feel rather good that she talked about Mickey as fondly as she did. Because he knew Mickey hadn't been there as long as he had, and the fact that she still talked of him and remembered him...well, it made him feel like she would be the same if he left the TARDIS one day. He liked to think that she'd talk about him to her next companion and think of him fondly and remember him as the great man she considered Mickey to be.

It made him feel...nice...to know that she always kept not only HER companions in mind but the Doctor's as well. Oh she'd told him stories of Mickey's wife Martha, of Rose and Donna and Jack. She had promised, crossed her hearts, that she'd take him (and Amy) to meet all of them one day. He was really looking forward to that too, because he knew how important they must be to her. She'd called Martha the best human friend she'd ever had, referred to Donna and Rose as her sisters (though he knew the chances of meeting Rose were slim as the girl was in a parallel world though Angel had mentioned it might be possible to look at Rose at an earlier point in her timeline) and Jack and another man, Gray, as her brothers, and since he was her 'brother' too he was eager to meet her extended 'family' too. He'd grown up an only child, much like Amy, which was why he rather liked the idea of being Angel's brother, so meeting her other siblings meant that he'd have more siblings too! And it was sweet how she kept the companions in her hearts and on the same level as family.

Because there was nothing more important than family.

Which was why he KNEW Angel was coming, family didn't abandon each other, family was always there, and Angel was his 'sister' so he knew she'd be there.

Now it was just a matter of if the Doctor would get in the way.

"Honeymoon suite?" the first pilot looked back at him.

"Oh, oh," he shook himself from his thoughts, "The clothes, um..." he smiled, "It is just a bit of fun..."

"Really, shut up!" Amy snapped, blushing even more.

"Sensor-loss on 80 percent of the hull..." the second pilot cried as the ship bucked again.

"This means they're coming right?" Rory looked at Amy, "Or does it mean I need to change the bulb?" because he'd hate for it to mean he needed to change the bulb and, because of that, he was missing some sort of message from them.

"They'll come," Amy nodded, "They always come. Angel's said they were coming, they're coming."

"Right, well, they are cutting it kind of fine!" he had infinite faith in Angel's abilities but…things tended to get a bit clinchy when the Doctor got involved.

"If we can't stabilize the orbit, we're finished," the captain called as the ship shook again, sending Amy crashing into Rory's arms, him holding her stable.

"There's nothing to lock on to," the second pilot shouted, "I am flying blind."

"Come on, Doctor, come on Angel..." Amy prayed, Rory squeezing her a bit in comfort.

"There's something coming alongside us. Something small, like a shuttle."

"Just this once, Doctor listen to Angel! Don't be late!"

"Ma'am...incoming message," the first pilot turned back, "It's from the other ship."

"On screen," the captain called and the words 'Come Along Ponds' appeared, the TARDIS whizzing by as Amy and Rory sighed in relief, "What does that mean?"

"It's Christmas!" Amy grinned as Rory hugged her tightly, beaming, both of them knowing it would be ok now.

~8~

An old, severe-looking man stood at the window of his large mansion, looking down at the Victorian-styled city below, the houses seemingly mixed with high technology. There was a faint red light glowing above, reflected in the clouds of the sky, where an energy spire controlled the clouds.

"On every world," the man began, smirking out the window, "Wherever people are, in the deepest part of the winter, at the exact midpoint, everybody stops and turns and hugs as if to say, 'Well done. Well done, everyone, we're halfway out of the dark.' Back on Earth, we called this Christmas or the Winter Solstice. On this world, the first settlers called it the Crystal Feast. You know what I call it?" he turned around to face a family of four that had gathered in his sitting room. He glared at the man standing with two children and an old woman, the head of the little family, "I call it expecting something for nothing!"

"Sir," the man pleaded, "Mr. Sardick. We're only asking for one day. Just let her out for Christmas," he glanced over nervously when two men wheeled in a cryogenic pod with a young blonde woman frozen inside, the woman visible through a small round window, "She loves Christmas."

"Does she?" the man scoffed, rolling his eyes as he stalked over to the pod, "Oh, does she? I see! Hello!" he tapped her window with his cane, "Wakey, wakey, it's Christmas! Do you know what? I think she's a bit cool about the whole thing," he laughed but no one else did, "That was funny," he shot the servants a look and they laughed nervously.

"She's frozen," the young boy remarked.

"She's what, sorry?"

"She's in the ice, she can't hear you."

"Oh, what a clever little boy. You must be so irritated," he sneered at the boy's father before he turned to a servant, "How much?"

"Er...it's 4,500 Gideons, sir," the servant reported, checking the amount of money the family owed on a small clipboard.

"You took a loan of 4,500 Gideons and Little Miss Christmas is my security," the old man continued, when a phone rang somewhere and another servant moved to answer it.

"We're not asking for her back," the father tried to explain, "Just let her have one day. Let her have Christmas with us," they needed this one day. His mother, the woman beside him, the sister of the frozen woman, was ill, they doubted very much that she would make it to the next Christmas, and they just wanted to give her this one Christmas with her sister again.

"Sir, it's the President," the servant called, holding the phone up with his hand over the bottom.

"Tell him I'm busy," the old miser waved him off, "Now...where were we? Oh, yes!" he looked back at the frozen woman, "She's pretty, though, your daughter. Maybe I should keep her."

"She's not my daughter, sir," the man replied.

"She's my sister," the old woman cut in, "She volunteered for the ice when the family were in difficulties many years ago..."

The servant with the phone walked over, hesitant, "Sorry, sir, the President says there's a galaxy-class ship trapped in the cloud layer and...well, we have to let it land."

"Or?" he looked at the servant.

The servant blinked, "Well...or it'll crash, sir."

"Oh. Well, it's a kind of landing, isn't it?"

"It's from Earth, sir, registering over 4,000 life forms onboard!"

He chuckled, "Not if we wait a bit!"

"You can't just let it crash, sir," the man shook his head, knowing he should be used to the man's callous behaviour and regard for others but...this was 4,000 people about to die in a horrible crash!

The little boy looked up at a slightly mechanical wheezing sound that seemed to be coming from the roof...

"Says who?" the old man sneered, "Oh, give it here," he snatched the phone, "Look, petal, we already have a surplus population. No more people allowed on this planet," he rolled his eyes as the little boy watched a bit of soot fall from the chimney into the fireplace, "I don't make the rules. Oh, no, hang on...I do," he hung up, "Right, you lot...poor, begging people, off home and pray for a miracle."

The father sighed and moved to usher his family out...when a huge amount of soot fell out of the chimney, spreading the embers across the floor in a gust.

And then the Doctor fell out of it, somersaulting into a roll and stood up, dusting himself off, "Ah!" he coughed a bit, "Yes, blimey. Sorry! Christmas Eve on a rooftop, saw a chimney, my whole brain just went, 'What the hell!'" he walked to the children, "Don't worry, fat fella will be doing the rounds later. I'm just scoping out the general...chimney-ness. Yes," he turned and headed back to the chimney, looking up it again as though waiting for someone else to join him...

"Don't touch it," a voice warned and they looked over to see Angel walk in from a side room, "It's hot."

"But it's a great chimney," the Doctor said with a smile as he leaned against it, pulling her from her thoughts, "Nice size, good traction...big tick!" he pulled his hand away from it as it burned him, "You should have tried it."

"I'm not going to jump down a chimney," she sighed, shaking her head at him, forcing her hand not to drop down onto her stomach.

She was NOT about to jump down a chimney! The Doctor, as soon as he'd seen it, had run for it with a shout of 'Come on Angel!' and dove into it. She'd just stood there a minute longer and shook her head. She'd bitten her lip and sighed, the Doctor hadn't noticed anything about the pregnancy and...she wished Rory was there. During the last adventure with the Orient Express in space, Rory had hung back with her a little, seeming to sense himself that she was hesitant to really throw herself into the adventure for fear of the baby and had stayed with her, kept an eye on her, made her feel better and more secure that there was someone watching out for her.

But Rory was on his honeymoon and in danger and he wasn't there. And that might be a good thing because, ever since she'd called him 'Uncle Rory' he'd taken to that role with gusto. She could only imagine his reaction to the Doctor encouraging her to jump down a chimney while pregnant. She knew it was only a matter of time before Rory came off his high of marrying Amy and being on his honeymoon and realized he didn't know much about what had happened to produce the baby in question. She had begun to tell him when he'd found out, but then he'd been erased from time and then he'd come back as time itself was collapsing...and then he'd gotten married. So it was understandable that his mind wasn't on finishing that conversation, but she knew that it would be coming soon.

She was actually scared for the Doctor, as he had said, Rory had a 'hell of a gun-arm' and she didn't want Rory to overreact. She...got the impression that he still retained a bit of his memories as a Roman soldier. She saw it at times, a look in his eyes, and she just...she wasn't sure how she could explain it in a way that would keep the Doctor safe from any rash actions when she herself wasn't even sure what was going on or why he'd forgotten her. And, to be honest, she didn't want to really talk about it at the moment. Rory was SO happy with Amy, with starting his life as the girl's husband, well...happy besides for the ship crashing...and she didn't want to dampen that feeling for him. She knew she'd likely cry having to talk about everything and the last thing she wanted at the moment was to upset Rory too or put a damper on his wedded bliss.

So she'd wait, till he was settled and ready and things had calmed down, and then she'd set him aside and...they'd talk.

"But it was fun!" he argued.

"So was visiting the President again," she countered, they'd met the man once before, helped him out when he'd been stranded on another world when he'd been but a teenager and had been amazed that he was now president of an entire world.

"That wasn't fun," he pouted.

Angel frowned and blinked, "Why not? He was perfectly polite and very welcoming..." the man had given her a large hug and a kiss to the cheek before complimenting her on her appearance and asking what he could do for them.

"He didn't say hello to me," the Doctor muttered.

Well that was a lie, he HAD said hello to both of them, but...to him...the President had focused on Angel a bit too much. Which had put him in a fouler mood than he was already. The President...to him...had fawned all over Angel, tripped over himself to make a call to try and help the starliner, and that second kiss on the cheek the man had given her when they'd left had been completely unneccessary. And Angel shouldn't have kissed the man on the cheek in return for thanks because the man hadn't been able to help at all! Whatever call he'd made had failed and so they'd had to go to the TARDIS and trace the call to this mansion with a spire and an old man and Angel shouldn't have kissed him back even in thanks and now the children were staring at him as though he were mad.

"Fat fella?" the little boy asked, an adorable confused expression on his face.

"Father Christmas," the Doctor turned to the boy, thankful for the distraction of recalling that meeting with the President, "Santa Claus...or, as I've always known him, Jeff."

"There's no such person as Father Christmas."

"Oh, yeah?" he pulled out a black and white photo, "Me, Angel, and Father Christmas, Frank Sinatra's hunting lodge, 1952. See him at the back with the blonde...Albert Einstein. The four of us together...hrrroom! Watch out! I think we nearly gave Angel a hearts attack that night. Ok? Keep the faith, stay off the naughty list," he winked at the kids before spotting a flashing device in the back, "Oh! Now, what's this? And I love this, a big flashy lighty thing, that's what brought us here," he walked over to a large control panel covered with knobs, buttons, and flashing lights, "Big flashy lighty things have got me written all over them. Not actually, but give me time...and a crayon."

"Don't," Angel warned the children, "Please don't. And don't give him any sweets for that matter. It took me hours to get his drawings off the walls and convince the TARDIS not to kill him the last time he had both."

She'd actually been rather sad to have to get the drawings off the walls. Because of what they were. It seemed when the Doctor had sweets he was even more hyper than normal and his mind raced even more so...he'd gone a bit mad and started drawing on the walls in markers, made an entire long picture all along one particular hallway. It was...lovely, really, and...she noticed little hints of...something...in it. There were sketches of past companions and...her. But the images of her were of her in outfits and with scenes in the background of memories he claimed he couldn't remember, memories that, when she looked, were really missing. And the Doctor hadn't even seemed to notice he'd just drawn it quickly and then run off down the hall when a 'brilliant' idea had struck him of another adventure to go on, that had been right before they'd met Craig now that she thought about it. It had hurt her to have to wash those little moments away but the TARDIS had started to hum very, VERY loudly and very angrily at being drawn on by her Pilot so she'd had to clean it away.

The Doctor pouted and sat in a chair before the controls, swiveling to face the old man, "Now, this big flashy lighty thing is connected to the spire in your dome, yeah, and it controls the sky," he stood up and walked forward, glancing over when he noticed Angel hadn't gone with him but was frowning and looking at a pod set up a few feet away, "Well, technically, it controls the clouds, which technically aren't clouds at all. Well, they're clouds of tiny particles of ice. Ice clouds, love that. Who's she?" he pointed at the blonde woman in the pod.

"Nobody important," the old man sneered.

"Nobody important?" the Doctor scoffed, moving over to the pod and glancing in, "Blimey, that's amazing. Do you know," he glanced back, "In 900 years of time and space, I've never met anyone who wasn't important before."

"And she is very," Angel remarked, eyeing the container from across the room.

'...I've warned you before about this, you stupid, ignorant, ridiculous child...'

...the blonde woman reached out and pulled what looked like a younger Kazran into a kiss...

'...all my life, I've been called heartless. My other life, my real life, the one you rewrote. Now look at me...'

Angel smiled and glanced at the old man, "Or she will be," the Doctor looked at her smile curiously before turning and heading back to the controls and started fiddling with them, "They won't work," Angel told him quietly.

"Oh, they will. 'Cos, this console is the key to saving that ship, or I'll eat my hat...if I had a hat. I'll eat someone's hat. Not someone who's using their hat, I don't want to shock a nun, or something. Sorry, rambling, 'cos...'cos this isn't working!"

"I told you."

"The controls are isomorphic, one to one, they respond only to me," the old man added.

"Oh, you fibber..." the Doctor looked back at him, "Isomorphic! There's no such thing."

"The Master's laser screwdriver," Angel reminded him.

The old man rolled his eyes and stepped forward, flipping a switch and turning the machine off and then back on. The Doctor tried the same switch and nothing happened. He flicked the toggle a few more times with the same result before sonicing the controls and then the old man, looking at the readings before declaring, "These controls are isomorphic!"

"No…" Angel replied sarcastically, "Why didn't I sense that and tell you…oh that's right, I did tell you that!"

"You're in a very snarky mood," he commented.

"The skies of this entire world are mine," the old man cut in, "My family tamed them, and now I own them."

"Tamed the sky? What does that mean?"

"It means I'm Kazran Sardick. How can you possibly not know who I am?"

"We're very easily bored," Angel remarked, crossing her arms.

"Yup snarky," the Doctor nodded before spinning around to Kazran, trying to remember the main point of them being there but...it was rather difficult.

He wasn't used to Angel being...snarky. She was usually so kind but, he had noticed lately she was a bit...odd. There were times where she was so happy but then fell quiet, or was laughing and then snarky like now. He knew Time Lords could have rather extreme mood swings, he had them all the time, but he was so used to Angel being constant, calm and collected and soothing...to hear her being sarcastic or snarky was off-putting. It made him worried that something was bothering her. She'd had a lot to deal with lately, what with his regeneration and then losing Rory and being hit by a Dalek and then erased from time and now...

Oh. He blinked, NOW he understood what was going on. She'd lost Rory and it had been truly so hard for her to bear, but then she'd gotten him back and now he was in danger again! Yes, that had to be it! She was worried about Rory, of course she was, he was very worried about Amy as well, and this man, this Kazran Sardick wasn't helping them at all and it WAS rather upsetting. Angel only ever got very extreme in her reactions when the people she cared about were in danger.

"So, we need your help, then," he looked at Kazran.

"Make an appointment," the man dismissed the Doctor.

"4,003 people are trapped in a spaceship that's being tossed about by your cloud belt," Angel walked forward, frowning, "If you don't do something they could die!"

"Yes?" he looked at her as though waiting for her to finish.

"You don't have to let that happen," the Doctor said.

"I know, but I'm going to," he smirked, "Bye bye. Bored now…Chuck!" one of the servants grabbed the Doctor and Angel's arm, escorting them out. The Doctor ducked out of the man's grip but that only meant he gripped Angel tighter so she couldn't get out as well. He walked over to Kazran who had sat down in an armchair and looked up at the Doctor, "Oh, look at you, looking all tough now."

"There are 4,003 people I won't allow to die tonight. Do you know where that puts you?"

"Where?"

"4,004."

"Was that a sort of threaty thing?"

"Whatever happens here tonight," Angel called, eyeing Kazran with a sad look on her face, "Remember...you brought it on yourself."

"Yeah, yeah, right," he scoffed, "Get them out of here. And next time, try and find me some funny poor people."

The Doctor was forced towards the door, along with Angel and the family, when the little boy picked up a lump of coal and threw it at Kazran, hitting him on the head. He stormed over to the boy, raising his hand to strike him.

"No, stop, don't!" the Doctor yelled...when Angel grabbed his arm and simply watched, tense.

"Don't you dare!" the boy's father threatened, "You leave him!"

Kazran lowered his hand, "Get him out of here! Get that foul-smelling family out of here! Out!" the family was pulled out of the room as Kazran stalked back to his chair, pausing when he noticed the Doctor and Angel still there, "What? What do you want?"

"A simple life," the Doctor replied, though Angel was silent, not about to say 'my baby to be ok' with the Doctor right beside her, "But you didn't hit the boy."

"Well, I will next time!"

"You won't," Angel said knowingly, a small smile on her face.

The Doctor looked at her, seeing the smile, and then back at Kazran, and back to Angel, realizing why she'd held him back from stopping Kazran hitting the boy, she knew he wouldn't go through with it, but why? The Doctor turned back to Kazran and eyed him, "What am I missing?" he walked past Kazran, looking at the room while Angel stood before the man and watched.

"Get out!" Kazran snapped, "Get out of this house!"

"The chairs! Of course, the chairs! Stupid me, the chairs!"

"The...chairs?"

"There's a portrait on the wall behind me," the Doctor spun around to face him, but pointed at a portrait of a very familiar-looking man hanging behind him, "Looks like you, but it's too old, so it's your father. All the chairs are angled away from it. Daddy's been dead for 20 years. But you still can't get comfortable where he can see you. There's a Christmas tree in the painting, but none in this house, on Christmas Eve. You're..."

"Scared," Angel cut in softly, seeing the Doctor's words overwhelming the man, "Of your dad. Even more scared of becoming him."

The Doctor nodded and pointed at her with a brilliant smile, "And good for you, you're not like him, not really. Do you know why?"

"Why?" Kazran frowned.

"Because you didn't hit him," Angel said, with a soft smile, "Merry Christmas, Kazran."

"I despise Christmas!"

"You shouldn't," the Doctor said, walking away, "It's very you."

"It's what? What do you mean?"

"Halfway out of the dark," he smiled, turning to leave with Angel as the servants returned.

"Get her downstairs with the others!" Kazran glared at the pod, "Clean up this mess!"

~8~

"Everything's offline!" the secondary pilot shouted, "Secondary furnace just vented."

Amy quickly grabbed the comm. Angel had told her to bring and called up the Doctor, "Have you got a plan yet?"

~8~

"Yes, I do," the Doctor nodded as they reached the front door and stepped out into the cold.

"Are you lying?"

"Yes," Angel replied.

"Doctor either don't treat me like an idiot or give Angel the comm.," he winced at that.

"Was he lying?" they heard Rory speak.

"No, no," she laughed tensely.

"Ok, the good news," the Doctor continued as they walked own into the street, "I've tracked the machine that unlocks the cloud belt. I could use it to clear you a flight corridor and you could land easily."

"Oh, hey, hey, that's great news."

"But he doesn't have access or control of it," Angel told them.

"Less great."

"But I've met a man who can," the Doctor stated.

"Ah, well, there you go!"

"But he doesn't really like the Doctor," Angel finished.

"Was he being extra charming and clever?"

"Very much so."

"How did you know?" the Doctor frowned, "You're not psychic too are you?"

"Lucky guess."

The father from inside the house called over to them, "Sir...ma'am…"

"Hang on," the Doctor called into the comm. as they walked over to the father.

"I've never seen anybody stand up to Mr. Sardick like that," he laughed, eagerly moving to shake their hands, "Bless you, sir, and Merry Christmas ma'am."

"Merry Christmas," Angel offered.

"Lovely," the Doctor agreed, before holding up the comm., "Sorry, bit busy."

"You'd better get inside," the father added, "The fog's thick tonight, and there's a fish warning."

"Oh, right, yeah," the Doctor nodded, before realizing, "Sorry, fish?"

"Yeah. You know what they're like when they get a bit hungry."

"Yeah, fish, I know fish. ...fish?"

"It's all Mr. Sardick's fault, I reckon. He always lets a few fish through the cloud layer when he's in a bad mood. Thank you. Bless you once again, sir, ma'am," and he pulled down his goggles and left with his family.

"Fish?"

"Doctor, the captain says we've got less than an hour..." Amy called, "What should we be doing?"

"Doctor," Angel murmured, drawing his attention, "Fish…" she nodded at the street light where small fish were swimming around it like moths.

A/N: Awww, got a little look into Rory's head there :) And Angel :) And yay! The Doctor is noticing something is off about Angel, too bad he brushed it off as her being worried about Rory :( I really enjoyed writing this episode and I can't wait till you get the last chapter, there's a little bit of a twist in it ;)

Quick question though...I was just watching the Snowmen again, and I'm probably the last to think of this but...is the woman at the end who shouts about graveyards being creepy...Mrs. Maitland? Artie and Angie's mother? They have her listed as 'Clara's Friend' in the credits but now I'm wondering if that was the 'week Clara came to stay' and the mother died. Just because that was the only time we saw her and the Doctor remarks to young Clara on the swings that he'd been searching for her a while (could be the year Clara was with the Maitlands) so if it is I think I'd be like O.O

Some notes on reviews...

I can't say if Angel will leave or not, we know she's there for the Doctor's Wife and God Complex, but there's no saying she might not have left between them ;) We'll have to wait and see :)

I'm excited for the reason behind the amnesia too, especially to see if Angel's theories are right :) River could be to blame, we might get more of a hint to that at the start of Series 6 :)

I can't say when the Doctor will remember lol, but I can say that at some point (whether before or after remembering) he will have an Oncoming Storm moment against her so that might help with the annoyance :)

Lol, that's a great dream :) Especially how it blends so many different fandoms ^-^

Thanks! Angel was a bit sad wasn't she? I think the reason she didn't tell Rory everything yet is because when she was going to he was killed and erased and then came back and she was shot by a Dalek and then he JUST got married and I couldn't see her pulling him aside and telling him everything when he was enjoying his wedding and honeymoon. But the moment is coming very soon ;) Lol, not saying if he remembers before the Doctor's Wife or not, but I can say that episode...Idris is SO funny, it's like those you don't know whether to slap them or hug them moments :)

Well, there's no saying it'll be Angel killed at Utah. For all we know the Doctor might remember and River gets SO angry that she wants to kill him (sort of a jealous rage before she calms down and comes up with a plan) and does in Utah and tries to kill Angel in other ways with all her little digs and her plans ;) I can say the First Question will still be what it is in the show, no changing it in this saga ;) Lol, that's ironic about the Sneak Peek story :) Oh I had Angel written up ages ago lol yup :) And thanks for the break down, that's awesome! I'm glad the story is doing so well and that people like it as much as they do :)

Interesting theory :) I think though, that anyone trying to harm Angel would have to face down the Doctor though, I can't quite see him not retaliating even not remembering her as his Mate because she's still the last of his species. And Angel might not be as much of a threat as people think lol, mostly because she doesn't often (ever) use her powers to harm and only to help whereas the Doctor can be a destructive force with just his mind. But we'll have to see :) I do think Angel will get a bit more protective yeah, we saw it in the last chapter that she's starting to take the adventures more seriously and try to be more aware :)

That's a great one-shot, I can say that for Series 7 there will be quite a few original chapters, that might just be one of them ;)

Lol, that line did kill didn't it? But there's also that line about him having not stopped thinking about her lips since the wedding ;)

That's going to be painful, I can say, the shark-drawn carriage happening and not because he remembers :( I can't wait till the companions find out too :) I could see Donna doing nothing but slapping him lol :)