Blink
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Tory stared at the Doctor's pleading face, fighting to keep herself together; he'd gone and fallen in love with another woman and just left her by the wayside.
"Take me to Jordan." Tory demanded.
"Please Tory-" he tried to reach out to her but she stepped back and away from him.
The Doctor flinched at the look of betrayal and pain that flashed across her face before she forced it into a neutral mask.
"Take me to Jordan." She repeated, "Please." Her voice broke as her tears took over. She turned and ran deeper into the TARDIS, not caring about where she was going or leaving the Doctor and Martha in the console room, all she wanted was to be able to cry her heart out in peace, get rid of the tears she'd been holding back since she first learned about Joan Redfern.
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Jordan sighed as she looked up from the report she was reading for the tenth time. She cracked her neck as she pushed her wheel-y chair away from her desk and stood to walk out of her temporary office.
She stepped out into the hustle and bustle of U.N.I.T. central; Manhattan.
It was time for lunch.
Jordan turned and walked down the corridor towards the buildings' mess hall where she could eat lunch.
She was almost there when she heard the wheezing, groaning noise of the TARDIS.
Jordan gave the direction of the mess hall one last longing glance before turning to face the faint outline of the TARDIS as it materialised.
The TARDIS landed and the door creaked open, Martha stuck her head out and after spotting Jordan gave her a relived smile and beckoned her into the TARDIS.
"What's up?" Jordan questioned as she entered the deserted console room and pulled the door closed behind her, "Is Tory here?"
Martha shifted in place nervously drawing Jordan's attention to the long skirted, high-necked maids' outfit she was wearing.
"Why….why are you dressed like that?" Jordan asked.
"We were in 1913."
"But you're dressed as a maid."
"For three months," Martha explained, "and the Doctor made himself human." Martha paused to let the information sink in as they walked through the TARDIS and into the kitchen; a large circular room set up a lot like a 1950's dinner complete with round tables and serving counter.
Martha pointed Jordan to a table and walked into the kitchen proper behind the counter. She walked back over to Jordan a few minutes later with two cups of tea.
"The TARDIS makes it how you like it." Martha explained as she handed over one of the mugs and sat down opposite Jordan.
Jordan took a sip of the soothing liquid.
"What does this have to do with me?" she asked; confused as to why she was there.
"Tory asked for you."
"Is she okay?" Jordan asked worriedly, half rising from her seat.
"Physically, yes." Martha answered as Jordan slid back into her seat, "Mentally, not so much."
"I always knew that." Jordan tried to joke. Martha gave her a smile for her efforts.
"I've never seen someone so heartbroken." Martha whispered.
"What happened?"
"The Doctor and I were being chased by these aliens, they called themselves The Family of Blood, and they wanted the Doctor. But he said they only live for three months, like mayflies. So we hid in 1913, in a school, and the Doctor made himself human." She took a deep breath, "We stayed at the school for nearly two months, completely safe before the Family arrived. But I was so concerned with watching for them that I didn't watch the Doctor closely enough; he'd gone and fallen in love."
Jordan's knuckles went white as she tightened her grip on her cup.
"It wasn't Tory, was it?" Jordan asked, praying she was wrong.
"No." Martha answered, "It was the school nurse."
"Oh." Jordan moaned, "I can't believe him."
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Tory was curled up in a ball in the corner of a random darkened room in the TARDIS, trying to contain her tears.
Jordan pushed open the door slowly and stepped inside.
"The TARDIS led me here." She explained without been asked as she closed the door behind her.
"She would." Tory muttered, patting the wall.
"You do realise that it wasn't really him right?" Jordan asked as she eyed her friend across the dimly lit room. Tory sniffed, "He couldn't even remember you." Jordan pointed out. "Would he blame you if the situation was reversed?"
"I wouldn't!" Tory snapped angrily.
"Tory-"
"No!" Tory cut over her, "I literally couldn't! It would probably kill me!"
"Tory-"
"No! Listen to me! My TARDIS half would kill me for betraying my bondmate!"
"Kill you?" Jordan repeated in horror.
Tory just gave her a blank stare.
"The bond is only really one way," she explained in a dead voice, "he can feel me in his head when I'm there and feels like something is wrong when I'm not but I'm bound to him for the rest of my natural life. My life is directly linked to his; if he died I would all but do the same. He can go and love another woman and be happy for as long as he wanted but I would always feel dead inside."
"Does he know?" Jordan answered.
"No." Tory snapped giving Jordan a hard look, "And you won't be telling him."
Jordan and Tory glared at each other each trying to make the other back down. Jordan lowered her gaze first. Tory nodded in satisfaction and stood, wiping the last traces of her tears off her face.
"Come on," she walked passed Tory and out of the room, "I need to bake."
Nearly two hours later in the TARDIS kitchen Tory was still slaving over a hot oven, Jordan sitting at the counter sampling whatever baked-good she produced.
Tory was dancing along the counter as she sang along to whatever song the TARDIS was playing, Jordan honestly wasn't paying enough attention to tell anyone the name of the song.
The song ended and Tory turned back to her cupcakes like nothing had happened. She spread the chocolate icing before placing silver ball-bearings on in random patterns.
"Practice makes perfect." Tory muttered as she placed the cupcakes to the side so the icing could firm.
"Done T?" Jordan teased, knowing full well that Tory wouldn't stop until she solved whatever was bothering her from past experience, Jordan was suddenly glad that she and Tory had to do a lot of running in their line of work otherwise she would end up putting on weight like a freight train.
"I was thinking about sorbet." Tory answered absentmindedly, as she started placing the dirty dishes into whatever machine the TARDIS told her to before pulling them out seconds later completely clean.
"Lemon?"
"And lime." Tory corrected with a glance over her shoulder at Jordan in the process, catching sight of Martha and the Doctor in the doorway, both of them washed and changed from their time in the 1913's. She chose to ignore them and turned back to getting out the ingredients she needed for the sorbet.
Jordan turned and waved the pair in with a smile for Martha and a hard glare for the Doctor.
Martha slid onto the stool beside Jordan easily and smiled at Tory as she placed a plate of the finished cupcakes between the two women. Martha grinned as she picked one up, pulled her finger through the icing before licking it off.
"Mummmm, chocolate!" Martha laughed happily before digging in.
Jordan glared at the Doctor again before turning away from him and taking her own cupcake.
The Doctor gave a silent sigh of relief before taking a seat on the other side of Martha; hoping to keep her in between him and Jordan if Jordan changed her mind and chose to chew him out. He didn't reach for a cupcake through despite his favourite ball-bearings littering the tops.
Jordan silently fumed as Tory gave her a warning look; Jordan was forbidden from telling the Doctor about Tory's dependence on having him in her life and she hated it. Knowing Tory her stubbornness would really come around to bite her in the arse in the future.
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Me: Can anyone tell me what foreshadowing is?
Tory: *very fast* Foreshadowing is a dramatic device in which a an important plot point is mentioned earlier in the story to return in a more significant way!
Timmy: *blink*
Legend-wait-for-it-Dary: who let them watch A Very Potter Musical?
Me: We watched ALL OF THEM!
Tory: Oh the feels! *sobs*
Me: The feels!
Timmy: *sigh*
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Tory turned to face the counter and the three people sitting there. She gave the Doctor a considering look, yes, it wasn't really his fault that John Smith had fallen in love. Yes it hurt. But no she couldn't really blame him. It would just take a while for her to trust him again. Probably a long while.
The Doctor gave her a sheepish look as their eyes met.
Tory gave him a small smile and handed him a cupcake. He perked up and took it.
"Thanks." He took a bite before giving her an icing covered grin.
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The next day, Jordan and Tory having shared a room on the TARDIS overnight, the Doctor, Tory, Jordan and Martha all stepped out of the ship and onto a random street on Earth close to a rather abandoned looking two story house.
"Where are we?" Jordan asked as the Doctor closed the TARDIS door behind them.
"I don't know," the Doctor grinned, "don't you just love that feeling?"
"I think I may hate you." Jordan deadpanned.
Tory snorted in amusement while Martha grinned.
"Well come on!" Martha ordered happily, looping her arm through Jordan's and leading her towards the high, wired, gate that served as an entrance to the house.
The Doctor reached for Tory's hand but she walked away after Jordan and Martha before he could reach her. He looked after her sadly; he had known she wouldn't forgive him straight away but he had hoped….
Jordan and Martha waited patiently for the Doctor and Tory to catch up to them, standing by the gate.
The Doctor and Tory caught up and the Doctor soniced the padlock on the gate. It swung open.
The group of four walked through and up towards the dilapidated looking house.
Tory shivered.
"You alright T?" Jordan asked, concerned, as Tory rubbed her arms.
"Just cold," she shivered again, "that angel statue is freaking me out a little too." She pointed off to the right.
"What statue?" Martha asked as she turned to look.
"That one there….." Tory trailed off as she turned and saw only empty space, "I could have sworn…." She muttered, stepping off the path and onto the grass verge in an effort to get closer.
"Tory." The Doctor spoke in a warning tone.
Tory turned away from the space with a frown and walked back to the others.
They walked up to the house where the Doctor soniced open the door. He walked in first followed by Martha and Jordan, Tory lingering outside.
Tory spun around as she heard a rustling noise behind her. Nothing. She forced herself to laugh at her own paranoia and turned back to the doorway.
Jordan and Martha were just disappearing out of sight up the slightly rotted staircase while the Doctor had wondered off to one of the back rooms on the bottom floor.
Tory span around again; she could feel something watching her.
A statue of an angel was standing in the centre of the path she had walked up earlier, its hands hanging at its side's palms facing towards her and its empty eyes staring at her.
Tory watched the statue for a moment before turning her head to call for the Doctor.
"Doctor?!" she yelled.
Crashes and bangs came from the area the Doctor had disappeared in. Tory shook her head before turning back to the statue.
The statue had moved.
Tory frowned and stepped towards the statue that had easily halved the distance between them.
"Ohhh," she muttered as she reached it, "so what are you?" she whispered as she walked around it in a circle, keeping her eyes on it at all times.
The angel remained perfectly still.
"So you only move when someone isn't looking at you?" Tory mused, stopping when she reached her original position in front of the statue with her back to the house, "Oh you are, aren't you?" she grinned, "You're quantum-locked! And that means that you're a Weep-" she was cut off as she vanished, revealing another angel behind her, its face twisted into an animalistic snarl, one hand outstretched to where Tory's shoulder had once been while the other held a TARDIS key on a piece of long string.
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Jordan and Martha separated from the Doctor at the bottom of the stairs as he moved off to the right to explore.
"Upwards?" Jordan asked Martha.
"Sure." Martha agreed with a shrug.
They climbed up the stairs, giving the angel statue at the top a strange look as they passed it.
"I thought Tory said she saw that outside." Martha muttered.
"She did." Jordan agreed, giving the statue an odd look before walking passed it and following Martha into a side room. They looked around in slight disgust at the trash on the floor before gritting their teeth and starting to search through it, looking for anything remotely alien.
Jordan found a loose piece of carpet in the corner of the room and, on a whim, pulled it back.
"Martha!" Jordan called over her shoulder, "Come look at this!"
"What?" Martha asked as she walked over and looked over Jordan's shoulder.
Scratched onto the floor, by use of some sort of tool, was a message; Don't blink, love T.
Jordan and Martha just stared.
"'Don't blink'?" Martha muttered questioningly.
"There's more!" Jordan pointed out as she pulled back more of the carpet.
Look out the window.
Martha stood and moved to the window. She screamed as she watched Tory vanish and the two angel statues, frozen under her gaze, one with its hand outstretched to where Tory used to be.
"What?" Jordan demanded as she lurched to her feet and ran to the window.
Martha turned and looked her in the eye.
"Tory," she stuttered, "she just vanished."
"She does that all the time." Jordan told her, confused, before turning back to the window.
Jordan screamed.
One of the angel statues was pressed against the glass its animalistic snarl and fangs scaring Jordan more than she'd like to admit.
"Doctor!" Martha yelled over her shoulder, stopping and starring when she spotted another angel in the doorway.
"Don't take your eyes off it!" Jordan warned after she made the mistake of turning to see what had caused Martha to stop and then turning back to the first angel only to see it had moved even closer that before. "Don't even blink!" She backed away from the window into the centre of the room.
"I'd gathered!" Martha answered back as she slowly backed up until she bumped into Jordan's back. "Doctor!" Martha screamed as she closed her eyes by turns so as to keep one eye on the angel at all times.
"We're trapped." Jordan realised.
"Where's the Doctor?" Martha asked desperately as she misjudged her blink and a third angel statue appeared in the doorway making three in total, this one had the TARDIS key in one hand. "Oh my god." Martha stared at the key, "They took the Doctor!"
"What?" Jordan demanded, fighting the urge to turn.
"The statue's got a TARDIS key!" Martha explained.
"Tory doesn't have one." Jordan muttered.
"Oh my god, are they dead?" Martha asked worriedly.
"They better not be," Jordan growled, "'cos if they are I'm bringing them back to kill them again!"
"So what do we do now?" Martha asked quietly still trying to wrap her head around the fact that the Doctor might be dead.
Jordan glared at the Angels somehow knowing that they would be smirking smugly if they weren't frozen.
"Run?" she suggested half-heartedly.
"They move faster than we blink!" Martha pointed out, sounding close to hysterics.
"Well then," Jordan muttered, "Here goes nothing." She closed her eyes.
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Tory moaned as she rolled onto her back. She was laying on something solid and…slightly damp. She grimaced as she felt the liquid seep into her shirt and jeans.
"Oh take it easy," she heard the Doctor muttering over her, "no sudden movements."
"I'm not gonna move," she moaned, "trust me."
He grinned down at her even though she couldn't see, relived that she was finally awake.
"Where are we?" Tory asked him quietly, her eyes still closed.
"London 1969." He answered easily.
"Bloody Weeping Angels." Tory moaned.
"Tell me where it hurts." The Doctor ordered as he pulled out the sonic and scanned her, "Your Huon Particles are acting up," the Doctor explained as he somehow read the results off the thin tool, "and the Meridian Particles are trying to exist in two different places and different time zones at once!" he grinned in excitement before remembering that Tory was in pain.
"It won't kill me." Tory tried to reassure him with a tight, pained, smile.
"Well its giving it one hell of a shot." The Doctor snarked at her.
"It's not my fault!" Tory protested.
"I'm not blaming you." He answered quickly weary of her getting to angry and making the problem worse.
"Good." Tory told him before wincing as the burning pain of the two different types of particles rebelling against her after their forced travel, "Bloody Weeping Angels." She moaned again.
"You worked out what they were too?" he asked proudly.
"I do have the databanks of a TARDIS from my mother." Tory informed him.
"I knew that!"
Tory raised an eyebrow.
"Okay; I didn't know that," he caved making Tory laugh, "but I could have guessed!"
"You keep tellin' yourself that." Tory teased them. He pouted before sitting down beside her.
"Are you going to be able to get us back?" he asked interrupting the comfortable silence.
"Not for a while," Tory answered, "sorry."
"It's not your fault." He reassured her before reaching for her hand. Tory noticed the movement and moved away.
"You'd better not," Tory explained as she saw the hurt on his face, "I don't know if the pain will travel along the bond."
"I can handle a little pain." He promised before reaching out and taking her hand, this time without protest.
The bond opened slowly, reacting to Tory's reluctance, but it did open. The Doctor flinched slightly and Tory tried to pull away but he just tightened his grip and gave her a stubborn look.
Tory dropped her gaze first. She felt a surge of victory through the bond and quickly sent back a wave of exasperation.
You love me really! He teased through the bond.
Tory blushed; if only he knew! Her shock and embarrassment flowed down the bond before she could stop it. They reached the Doctor and he sent back his own confusion; why did she feel that way? Realisation hit the Doctor in the face.
Tory's blush got deeper as she tried to ignore the shit-eating grin that had appeared on the Doctor's face.
You love me! The thought ran through his head and down the bond. Tory loves me!
Tory's blush, somehow, got even worse and was now rivalling an apple in colour.
The Doctor slammed his lips down onto hers in a passionate kiss. Minutes later, when his brain reminded him that Tory was injured and in pain, he pulled away from her and rested their foreheads together.
"Sorry." He apologised slightly breathless.
"Its fine," she panted with a grin that slowly merged into a smirk, "better than fine even."
"Nice to know I haven't lost my touch." He pulled back and away until he was sitting next to her before pulling her into a sitting position against his chest while he leant on the wall.
Tory smiled up at him before closing her eyes and trying to settle her Meridian and Huon particles.
The Doctor placed a soft kiss on the top of her head.
"I love you to." He whispered into her hair.
Tory jerked her head away from his chest and turned in his arms until she could face him.
"Do you mean that?" she asked him, completely serious.
"Always." He answered just as seriously.
They grinned at each other and were just about to kiss again when they were interrupted by two matching thumps nearby.
The pair turned to face the noise, the Doctor standing and moving in front of Tory defensively.
Martha and Jordan were lying in a pile on the floor a short distance away.
"What happened?" Martha moaned as she stirred on the floor.
"Time travel without a capsule," the Doctor answered as he moved forwards and pulled Martha to her feet before giving her a quick but heartfelt hug, "It's a killer."
"You're alright!" Martha cried happily as she hugged him back.
"Of course I'm alright!" the Doctor reassured her, "I'm always alright."
"You gave us a scare!" she scolded, pulling out of the hug and slapping him on the shoulder.
Jordan pushed herself to her feet, watched the two for a moment before turning to Tory, who had stayed on the floor trying not to hurt herself more but with her own loving, shit-eating, grin on her face.
"You look so…" Jordan searched for the right word, "twitterpated."
"What the hell is 'twitterpated'?" Tory asked, as her gaze moved from the Doctor to Jordan her grin fell in her confusion.
Jordan shook her head.
"Bambi?" she prompted.
"What is that?" Tory questioned, "A disease?"
"No…" Jordan answered slowly, "It's a Disney film."
"So what is it?" Tory asked.
"Don't worry," Jordan grinned in a way that had Tory starting to worry no matter what Jordan said, "we'll have a Disney marathon when we get back to the flat."
"I hate to break it to you," the Doctor and Martha stepped forwards, the Doctor was the one talking and in his hand was a purple file, "but that might not be for a while."
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2 Weeks Later
Tory climbed out of the double bed and the Doctor's arms just as the light from the sunrise started to pierce through the curtains.
The Doctor moaned as she moved away and she smiled sleepily back at him before pulling on his trench coat, which she was using as a dressing gown, and walked as quietly as she could out of the room.
She walked past the closed door of Martha and Jordan's room and out into the kitchen/living room area of the flat that Jordan had managed to rent using some money the Doctor had 'acquired'.
The room was very Spartan; the living room area had a wooden floor, white walls with a single bookcase on the wall next to the door that led out of the flat, there was a single three person sofa and an armchair around a low coffee table in the centre of the room, the kitchen was separated by a long counter that gave the impression of splitting the room in half, cupboards hung from the ceiling over the counter where Tory stored everything with the fridge and freezer along the back wall.
Tory grinned and looked over the kitchen it was her domain. The Doctor refused to let her out of the house unaccompanied due to her still getting dizzy spells from her rebellion of her Meridian and Huon Particles, her low energy levels and his simply wanting to keep her nearby to be sure she was safe; now he knew that she loved him back he was always worried about something happening to her or her changing her mind or even something taking her away from him. Thankfully Tory could understand the way he felt and didn't protest. She and the Doctor would stay in most of the day, Tory would; cook, clean, read, knit and do pretty much anything else she could think of to keep herself entertained.
The Doctor tinkered and built things while helping keep Tory entertained with certain, ehm, activates.
It was so very…..domestic.
Tory shuddered at the thought of what the Doctor would be like if she wasn't there to be a focus for all his extra energy….poor Martha.
Tory moved into the kitchen area and started making pancakes for Martha and Jordan; Martha would soon be getting up and Jordan would soon be getting home.
Martha worked an early morning shift at the local corner shop while Jordan had gotten a better pay but harder hours at a bar during the night shift.
Tory had just put a pot of coffee on the table and turned back to follow it with a plate of pancakes when Martha stumbled into the room, barely awake, and rubbing sleep out of her eyes.
"Good sleep?" Tory asked as Martha grabbed the coffee pot and poured herself a mug.
"What I got of it." She answered before grunting her thanks, grabbing a plate and moving to sit on the sofa to eat having no other chairs.
Tory grinned before going back to the stove and starting Jordan's plate.
Jordan walked into the flat, tossed her keys and bag aside, grabbed her plate, ate the pancakes quickly and quietly before walking to her and Martha's shared room, all without saying a word.
Tory bit back a laugh before taking the dishes and placing them by the sink to clean later.
Martha, finished with her food, handed her plate to Tory, picked up Jordan's discarded keys and went out the door.
Tory heard the sound of the lock clicking and sighed; now she could go back to bed. She left Martha's plate with Jordan's before walking back into her and the Doctor's bedroom. She grinned as she saw he had buried his head in her pillow and was clutching it to him like a teddy-bear.
Tory pulled of the trench coat and tossed it to the floor before pulling the pillow out of the Doctor's arms and taking its place. He buried his face in her hair and pulled her closer.
"Mine." He muttered sleepily, not quite awake.
"Yours." Tory agreed before closing her eyes and falling back asleep.
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1 Month After Arrival in 1969
Tory, Jordan and Martha were sitting on the sofa in the living room of their flat, it was one of those rare days when the two humans had the same day off and both of them were very happy to just sit around in the house and relax before going back to work the next day. Tory however was not.
"Please!" she begged.
"No." Jordan moaned.
"I'm going crazy!"
" 'going'?" Martha muttered teasingly.
"Shut up you!" Tory told her playfully before turning back to Jordan, "Please!"
"Why don't you go play with the Doctor?" Jordan moaned.
"'Cos you said I wasn't allowed to do that with you in the house anymore." Tory answered innocently.
Martha, who had just been about to take a drink of water, snorted into her glass.
"Oh god," Jordan sagged into her seat, "the images!"
Tory smirked.
"I know."
Martha laughed at the two just as the Doctor walked into the room from the direction of the bedrooms holding his timey-wimey detector.
"What's up Doc?" Jordan asked.
"My detector went ding."
"Say what now?" Jordan asked after the confused silence stretched on.
"This is my timey-wimey detector." He held up the device in his hand, "It goes ding when there's stuff. Also, it can boil an egg at 30 paces, whether you want it to or not, actually, so I've learned to stay away from hens. It's not pretty when they blow."
Martha and Jordan just stared at him while Tory muttered.
"I knew there was a reason we stopped visiting that farm for milk."
"And it went ding?" Martha questioned.
"Yep." The Doctor rolled on his heels, "It means theirs stuff." He grinned, "Come on." He turned and walked out the door.
The three women shared a look before shrugging, putting down what they were doing and following the Doctor out of the door.
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The Doctor led Martha, Jordan and Tory down a dark street in London following the scans on his timey-wimey detector.
Suddenly down the road a young black man dressed in modern clothing appeared, he stumbled back and hit the wall before sliding down and ended up sitting on the floor.
"Welcome." The Doctor called out as they approached.
"Where am I?" the man asked. His name was Billy according to the purple file the Doctor had.
"1969." The Doctor answered, "Not bad, as it goes. You've got the moon landing to look forward to."
"Oh, the moon landing's brilliant." Martha spoke up, "We went four times. Back when we had transport..."
"Really?" Jordan asked, "Four times?!"
"Yeah." Martha nodded enthusiastically, "Loved it."
"Working on it!" the Doctor muttered.
"How did I get here?" Billy questioned.
The Doctor moved over at sat beside him.
"The same way we did." He answered, "The touch of an angel. Same one, probably, since you ended up in the same year. No no no no no, don't get up. Time travel without a capsule, nasty. Catch your breath, don't go swimming for half an hour."
"I don't." Billy stuttered, completely out of his depth, "I can't."
"Fascinating race," the Doctor continued, "the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely. No mess, no fuss, they just zap you into the past and let you live to death. The rest of your life used up and blown away in the blink of an eye. You die in the past, and in the present they consume the energy of all the days you might have had, all your stolen moments. They're creatures of the abstract. They live off potential energy."
"What in God's name are you talking about?" Billy demanded.
"Trust me." Martha told him, "Just nod when he stops for breath."
"That works for Tory to." Jordan muttered just to Martha making her laugh and Tory slap Jordan across the back of her head.
"Tracked you down with this." The Doctor continued to explain ignoring the women and holding up the device in his hand, "This is my timey-wimey detector. It goes ding when there's stuff. Also, it can boil an egg at 30 paces, whether you want it to or not, actually, so I've learned to stay away from hens. It's not pretty when they blow."
"I don't understand. Where am I?" Billy asked.
"1969, like he says." Martha told him.
"Normally, I'd offer you a lift home," the Doctor explained, "but somebody nicked my motor. So I need you to take a message to Sally Sparrow. And I'm sorry, Billy, I am very, very sorry. It's gonna take you a while."
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Me: okay, hi! *grins* in the next part the bits that Larry and Sally say are in script form as they're being read not said.
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2 Month After Arrival in 1969
Jordan, Tory and the Doctor had just returned from leaving the messages in the house where the Angels would one day take residence, leaving them in the exact placed the pictures in the purple file told them to, when they walked in the flat to see Billy setting up a camera and autocue.
The Doctor sat down in the camera frame. Jordan walked away to get ready for work while Martha joined Tory on the sofa to watch the recording take place.
LARRY : Okay. There he is.
SALLY : The Doctor.
LARRY : Who's the Doctor?
SALLY : He's the Doctor.
"Yep." The Doctor agreed, "That's me."
SALLY : Okay, that was scary.
LARRY : No, it sounds like he's replying, but he always says that.
"Yes, I do." He agreed again.
LARRY : And that.
"Yep, and this."
SALLY : He can hear us. Oh, my God, you can really hear us!
LARRY : Of course he can't hear us. Look! I've got a transcript, see, everything he says. "Yep, that's me". "Yes, I do". "Yep, and this". Next it's...
"Are you going to read out the whole thing?" he asked.
LARRY : Sorry.
SALLY : Who are you?
"I'm a time traveller." The Doctor answered, "Or I was. I'm stuck in 1969."
Martha stood and moved into the camera frame.
"We're all stuck." She added, "All of space and time, he promised me. Now I've got a job in a shop, I've got to support him!"
"Martha!" the Doctor scolded.
"She's just saying what we're all thinking!" Jordan called from her room.
The Doctor sighed.
"Sorry." Martha apologised before moving back to her seat.
SALLY : I've seen this bit before.
"Quite possibly." The Doctor commented.
SALLY : 1969, that's where you're talking from?
"'Fraid so."
SALLY : But you're replying to me. You can't know exactly what I'm gonna say, 40 years before I say it!
"38." He protested.
LARRY : I'm getting this down! I'm writing in your bits.
SALLY : How? How is this possible? Tell me!
LARRY : Not so fast.
"People don't understand time. It's not what you think it is." The Doctor answered.
SALLY : Then what is it?
"Complicated."
SALLY : Tell me.
"Very complicated."
SALLY : I'm clever and I'm listening. And don't patronise me because people have died, and I'm not happy. Tell me.
"People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect," he told the camera, "but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff."
SALLY : Yeah, I've seen this bit before. You said that sentence got away from you.
"It got away from me, yeah." He agreed.
"That's putting it mildly!" Tory teased.
SALLY : Next thing you're going to say is, "Well, I can hear you".
"Well, I can hear you." He repeated.
SALLY : This isn't possible.
LARRY : No. It's brilliant!
"Not hear you exactly," he explained, "but I know everything you're going to say."
LARRY : Always gives me the shivers, that bit.
SALLY : How can you know what I'm going to say?
"Look to your left." He answered solemnly.
LARRY : What does he mean by, "Look to your left"? I've written tons about that on the forums. I think it's a political statement.
SALLY : He means you. What are you doing?
LARRY : I'm writing in your bits. So I've got a complete transcript of the whole conversation. Wait until this hits the net. This will explode the egg forums.
"I've got a copy of the finished transcript." The Doctor explained, "It's on my Autocue."
SALLY : How can you have a copy of the finished transcript? It is still being written.
"I told you. I'm a time traveller. I got it in the future." He answered.
SALLY : Okay, let me get my head 'round this. You're reading from a transcript of a conversation you're still having? Actually, never mind that.(To Larry) : You can do shorthand?
LARRY : So?
"What matters is we can communicate." The Doctor spoke, "We have got big problems now. They've taken the blue box, haven't they? The angels have the phone box."
LARRY : The angels have the phone box! That's my favourite, I've got it on a T-shirt!
SALLY : What do you mean, angels? You mean those statue things?
"Creatures from another world." He corrected.
SALLY : But they're just statues.
"Only when you see them." He answered.
SALLY : What does that mean?
"Lonely assassins," he lent back in his chair, "they were called. No-one knows where they came from. They're as old as the universe, or very nearly. They've survived this long as they have the most perfect defence system ever evolved. They are quantum-locked. They don't exist when being observed. The moment they're seen by any other living creature they freeze into rock. No choice. It's a fact of their biology. In the sight of any living thing, they literally turn to stone. And you can't kill a stone. Course, a stone can't kill you either. But then you turn your head away, then you blink, and oh, yes it can!"
SALLY : Don't take your eyes off that.
"That's why they cover their eyes." He continued, "They're not weeping, they can't risk looking at each other. Their greatest asset is their greatest curse. They can never be seen. The loneliest creatures in the universe. And I'm sorry, I am very, very sorry, it's up to you now."
SALLY : What am I supposed to do?
"The blue box, it's my time machine." He started speaking faster, "There is a world of time energy in there they could feast on forever. The damage they can do can switch off the sun. You have got to send it back to me!"
SALLY : How? How?
"And that's it, I'm afraid." The Doctor sighed as the autocue ran to a stop, "There's no more from you on the transcript, that's all I've got. I dunno what stopped you talking, but I can guess. They're coming. The angels are coming for you. But listen, your life could depend on this. Don't blink! Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast, faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back, don't look away, and don't blink! Good luck!"
Tory walked over and shoved him out of the way.
"Now If I know humans, and trust me I do, then you want to know how." Tory glared over at the Doctor, "And he is an idiot for just trying to leave the explanation there. Get into the blue box using the key you should have by now and another message will tell you what to do." She smirked at the camera, "Now run." Billy flicked off the camera.
"How long will it take?" Martha asked from her seat as Jordan walked into the room, dressed for work.
"No idea." The Doctor shrugged with a grin.
Jordan sighed.
"You and Tory would enjoy anything." She muttered as she turned and walked away; she had a job to get to.
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3 Months After Arrival in 1969
Martha was at work, Jordan was sleeping and the Doctor and Tory were sitting together in the living room reading when a familiar grating wheezing noise rang through the flat.
Tory and the Doctor stared as the TARDIS materialised in front of them.
Jordan raced into the room, her hair standing on end, ran forwards and wrapped her arms around the sides of the blue box.
"I bloody love you." She clung to the wood.
Tory laughed while the Doctor darted forwards, unlocked the door and ran inside.
Tory shook her head and turned away; she had to pack whatever they wanted to keep before Martha got home and then they could leave straight away when she got there.
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Everyone piled into the TARDIS laughing and excited for finally being able to get home. They shut the door and gathered around the console.
"Where now?" the Doctor asked excitedly, "Anywhere! Anywhen!" he grinned around at the others. They all grinned back.
"Freedom!" Jordan cried, punching the air.
Tory started to laugh but choked and grabbed for her stomach.
Jordan tried to move to help but her legs gave out and she hit the floor of the TARDIS hard and didn't stir.
The Doctor and Martha started forwards but it was too late.
Jordan and Tory vanished in a flash of gold light.
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Me: that's it. Book done. Finished. Marked as complete! *walked out of room*
Tory: *stares at computer screen* bloody hell….
Timmy: when's she gonna write the next bit?!
Tory: after she finishes Siren, that Harry Potter thing she was writing….*shakes head* she'll put up a message when the sequel goes up its called: All the Things I've Lost. At the moment it has 16 chapters planned out but she wants to finish Siren before she writes anymore of it even though she's already mostly finished the first chapter.
Timmy: it's so weird to think it's all over…
Tory: I know dino, I know. *lays hand on his back and the pair walk out of the room.*
Legend-wait-for-it-Dary: Don't worry dear readers! We'll be back as soon as Siren is finished, read it while you wait! *grins* bye!