A/N - Thank you to Whyna Katran, skidney, UltimateDoctorWhoFanGirl, and Ali for reviewing!
This chapter was requested by DoctorsWife.
And, sorry, but this one's a bit angsty.
Disclaimer - I don't own Doctor Who.
"You're going too fast!" Emma yelled as the Doctor pulled her along the corridor. "Doctor, I'm serious, slow down!" He didn't even pay attention to her. "If you don't stop and tell me what the hell is going on, I'm going to kick you in the ba-" He skidded to a stop, making her slam into his back. "Oh!" She yanked her hand out of his and grabbed her possibly broken nose. "God, you are just asking-"
"Behind that door is your death."
She took a step back at that. "Say what?" Her gaze flickered to the wall behind him. "There's no door there."
"Well, of course you can't see it." He rolled his eyes. "You're not smart enough for that."
"Oh, thanks for that! If you're going to be such a jerk, I'm going to-" She didn't get a chance to finish as he grabbed her and pressed his lips to hers. He pulled back within seconds.
"Goodbye, my beautiful Emelyne." With that, he threw her against the wall. No, through the wall. She landed on a cement floor on the other side with a loud smack. She was quick to scramble to her feet, turning back to the wall and trying to get back through. It was solid again.
"Doctor?" She slammed her palm against it. "Doctor, if this is some sort of joke, it's not funny!" She soon realized she wasn't going to get an answer, so she turned back with a sigh. That's when she saw it. In the middle of the room was a Weeping Angel, its head in its hands. "No." She shook her head. "Anything, but that." Though her fear was building up, she kept her eyes on the statue. 'Don't blink', she remembered the Doctor telling her. "Okay, remain calm. The Doctor is acting weird and you're all alone in-" She gasped as the Angel moved forward. "No, no, I didn't blink! I didn't look away!" She continued to stare at it, but it just kept moving forward. Breathing was becoming hard as it got closer, arms out, fangs bared. "Doctor!" She pressed harder against the wall. "Doctor, please, get me out of here!" The Angel grabbed her arms in a painfully tight grip and she screamed.
Its mouth didn't move, but she heard it speak. "Wake up. Wake up, Emma!"
She jolted awake with a gasp, almost headbutting the Doctor if he hadn't been holding her down. "Oh, thank goodness!" He released her arms. "You were screaming for me...I thought..." He trailed off when he saw tears in her eyes. "What's the matter? I mean, obviously you've had a nightmare, but it can't have been-" She threw her arms around him, burying her face in his shirt, crying. "Okay, okay." He shushed her, hesitantly reaching up to stroke her hair. "Emma, you're never like this..."
"Please," she hiccuped. "please."
"What?" He grabbed her chin to lift her head. "You have to tell me-"
"The Angel. Please don't let it get me." She seemed almost childlike as she stared up at him, tears streaming down her face.
He immediately thought back to the first time she'd dealt with Weeping Angels and they almost...
He shook his head at the thought, leaning down and kissing her forehead. "Shh, Emma, I won't let it get you. Come here, let's lie down, okay?" He laid back against her pillows, pulling her down with him. They stayed like that for the rest of the night, her crying on his chest while he told her that she was alright.
A/N - This was surprisingly easy to write, considering I had a nightmare about Weeping Angels a few nights ago. Not a fun nightmare to have, so I hope Emma didn't seem too out of character, crying like she did. Though, you guys have no idea what happened with her and the Angels, do you? ;)