Chapter Two

Lilith crawled out of the bathroom on hands and knees, making her way to the edge of her bed. Alas the vast height of the bed was not promising. This was the third day she had ended up puking her guts out in her bathroom. Unfortunately she was due at work very soon. So Lilith crawled to her closet, forcing herself to stand as she panted into the glass on the closet sliding door. At least with nothing on her stomach anymore, she was feeling a bit better. Better out than in as they say…

She got dressed in her usual work attire including the comfy crocs. The walk in the cold morning air did her good. Lilith had an early shift for the last couple weeks at work. She was pretty sure it was because of that night three weeks ago when she left with a customer. The cook who happened to be a caring man, had shouted at her the next day for endangering herself by having a complete stranger in her home. He was this way with all his waitresses. He had a soft spot for the girls he hired and was always looking out for them. Lilith only worked there for about six months, but apparently she had hit the list of people he liked. Still, Lilith didn't mind the early shifts. The people who came in were usually quiet until their first cup of coffee then they were chatting Lilith up like a storm. And there were few rude customers that she had to suck up and be sweet and flirty to. The customers were pleasant or simply very quiet, and they welcomed a new waitress with her sweet ways.

Now if Lilith could stop vomiting then she would be a happy girl.

When she arrived at the diner she quickly pulled on the apron that sat waiting for her. "Hey Carl." She smiled to a customer that had been waiting outside for the doors to open. She unlocked the doors before setting to the task of making coffee. She heard the bell ring and spotted a beautiful woman with entirely too much brown hair walking in. Her boots clicked with the high heels, and her clothes made her look absolutely fabulous. Lilith walked over to the woman as she picked her booth. "Hello. I am Lilith I'll be your server this morning. Here is our menu, and if you would like coffee it's still brewing and will be done in a few minutes." The woman looked up to her, giving a charming smile. "Hello dear. I already know what I want if it helps. Coffee and a B and G half size please." Lilith quickly pulled out her ticket and starting writing it up. "Alright. I'll get this to the cook and bring you the coffee soon."

The woman nodded, "By the way how long has that statue been there?" Lilith looked up at the statue in the window of a lovely angel hiding its face in a crying posture. "That's new… huh… maybe someone left it there as a prank. Oh well. I'll get your cup of coffee." She moved away. First she poured Carl a cup. He thanked her in a mumble, usually not very sociable before the second cup of coffee. So she walked back over to the woman who sat applying her lipstick. Lilith could only guess why. This woman looked absolutely immaculate. She poured the cup for the woman, and then looked up again at the angel.

"Wait… wasn't the hands… no I must… its early I guess. I'm seeing things." The woman looked up, smiling at the angel that had its hands down as if looking straight at them. "No you're right dear girl. The hands have moved."

Lilith decided it wasn't important. Clearly the angel was not stone but probably animatronic. Oh well, the pranksters would remove it eventually. "It certainly is an interesting piece." The woman smiled, "Indeed you are Lilith." Lilith blushed, not sure if this woman had just come on to her. So Lilith turned and returned to the register. She came back with the woman's biscuits and gravy half plate. She saw the angel had moved across the street. "So they moved it huh?"

"Yes it moved. But it seems very intent on this diner. It's what brought me here. This food smells simply scrumptious, my compliments to the chef."

Lilith smiled to the woman before returning to pour more customers their coffee. She got busy after that, only coming around to refill the woman's coffee a couple times. The angel remained in one place, almost as if watching the diner. And the woman seemed to be admiring the angel.

No, that wasn't the right word. She was watching the angel like a cat watching a mouse. Like any moment she might pounce. It was an eerie thing to see. Lilith remained busy the entire time she was at work. Her shift ending at one o' clock as the relief arrived. And the entire time that woman remained sitting in that seat watching the angel.

Lilith headed out of the diner to get home and put in laundry. Her work clothes smelled like food. And the coffee stain she had gotten that morning would need a proper scrubbing. She passed the window where that woman was seated. The woman smiled to her, waving a moment before Lilith walked around a corner out of sight. She turned back to her path, going down a side alley shortcut to the next street.

At first she didn't really notice. Just out of the corner of her eye she saw the angel statue. She turned, looking to it as she walked.

But then a shadow of wings made her look up. There was another statue on the roof of that building. It looked right at her. That was very creepy.

Lilith picked up her pace, not sure why the statues made her so nervous. She saw the end of the alley in sight and picked up her pace, thanking her lucky stars that she wasn't wearing heels like that strange woman.

Lilith came around a corner, screaming as she felt a hand grab hers. She turned to see that same woman from the diner. "Don't move!"

Lilith turned and jumped, seeing an angel standing right in front of her, a hideous snarling visage on its face. Lilith backed up closer to the woman, away from the hands that seemingly reached for her. "What's going on? They're just statues!"

"Oh no they aren't Lilith. These are Weeping Angels. And they took an interest in you. I was watching them, waiting for them to act so I could figure out why they were so interested in the diner. They are after you. Don't blink, don't look away. If you look away then it will kill you. Quantum locked life form. It only exists when you aren't looking."

Lilith turned toward this woman, "What does that mean?" She turned back, and screamed. The angel had moved to close the distance between them. The woman shouted, "Don't look away! Don't blink!" Lilith heard something beeping but obeyed the woman. Then she heard something like a frizzing sound. Well frizzing wasn't a word but that was what she would use to describe the sound. Suddenly it was like they were being thrown and she screamed as she fell toward where the angel was.

The angel was not there anymore.

Lilith fell on her knees and felt the urge to vomit again. She turned to see the woman standing looking just fine. But the woman quickly took her arm, "Don't worry Lilith. Vortex Manipulator can be a bit nasty when you aren't used to it. Don't worry we haven't travelled far, just to London." Lilith coughed, shaking off the urge to ask questions. This woman talked words that made Lilith question her sanity. She waited for the unfortunate feeling to pass before looking up. She gasped when she saw the London Eye. They were in London! Proper real hand to god London! "We… we traveled! How?" She sat up looking to this woman. "Who are you?"

The woman smiled, "Professor River Song, Archeologist. And I'm wondering exactly what it is that has the Weeping Angels so interested in you." Lilith stood, shaking her head. "Nothing, I'm nobody. Just… nobody." River Song smiled to her, "I have a friend who once said, and in all his years traveling to so many places he has never once met someone insignificant. Right… so shall we get a hotel then?"

Lilith nodded in a dumbfounded manner, following behind River Song toward their destination. Finally she asked, "Miss Song…"

"Actually it's Mrs. And just call me River darling."

"Right… River, those Weeping Angels, are they alien?"

River turned, smiling to her. "Catching on then? I'm glad. You seemed smart talking to Carl this morning about politics."

Lilith was confused by that statement, "All I said was that I can't follow politics enough to form an opinion."

"Smart as a whip you are. Nobody can follow politics and your smart enough to not bother having an opinion," River looked back, earning a grin from Lilith for that joke.

The two women reached a hotel. River was apparently a regular because the staff knew her by name. She asked for one room two beds. They didn't talk much until they reached the room. Then Lilith decided to bring up a burning question that she had ever since asking about the angels. As they stepped inside and River shut the door, Lilith just couldn't stop. "River, can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead sweetie."

Lilith was a little flustered, not sure how to word this. "Um… about three weeks ago I uh… I met a weird man. And when the meeting was over he stepped into a blue box and it vanished…"

That got River's attention. The woman looked to her and smiled, "Hello sweetie. That might have been my husband. What did he look like?"

Lilith was about to faint. This woman looked so dangerous and Lilith was about to reveal that she had gone to bed with her husband. "He uh… had black hair and brown eyes. He was probably… six foot or so, charming smile. But he wore these weird clothes, long flowing robes and these huge collars. Seriously ridiculous collars."

By the end of her Description River was frowning, looking very concerned. "No, not my husband then. Did he have a name?"

Lilith had to think on that one a moment. "No he didn't give me a name. He just called himself The Curator. We only met briefly…"

There was a look on River's face that scared Lilith a bit. It was like River knew some truth that was devastating. "Lilith… were you intimate with this man?"

Lilith was about to deny it. She felt a bit offended the woman even bothered to ask. But that serious look on River's face had her wondering herself. "Yes, I was intimate."

River nodded, a knowing glitter coming to her eyes. "Well Lilith, yes he was an alien. You got into it with an alien. A Time lord to be exact. Not just any Time lord either. He is the curator of a museum full of time traveling machines called a Tardis. And there is more. My dear girl, you are pregnant with my husband."