A/N: I've decided to do some crappy little one-shots. I love the idea of a Doctor Who crossover, and of course the Weeping Angels are the obvious choice, even though angels don't exist. Someone who isn't me and is better at writing should do a full-length episode featuring them, they're great. Also, while writing this I learned that 'nonsubjective' isn't a word, and the Doctor is really good at bullshitting his way through situations and managing to sound smart. He should be a politician. Anyway, on to Cecilos.

"And now…the weather." Cecil looked up from his microphone to discover a shape outside the door to the studio. It was not the shape from Grove Park, thank god, but it was a shape. An unfamiliar shape. It looked human, but there were strange protrusions growing from either side of it. Perhaps…yes, he thought, they looked like wings. He blinked, and the shape moved. He could tell it has a hand on the door. He blinked again, and the door was open. It was…it was most definitely not an angel. Angels aren't real. Cecil's eyes began to water at the thought, and he blinked again. It was closer. Angels aren't real, but if they were, would they normally be made of rock? Cecil was confused, and when he is confused, he often b-

"Cecil no! Don't blink! Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead." Carlos burst through the door, his arms filled with whirring instruments and beeping lights. Cecil didn't know lights could beep. He looked away from the angel for a second to study the machines, but Carols pointed back to the statue. "Keep your eyes on it! Don't bother about what I'm doing. I'll be fine. A scientist is always fine." He moved around the statue, placing sensors all around it. Cecil had a hard time focusing on the statue when Carlos was so much more appealing. Carlos turned around for a moment to do something with his machine, and Cecil can't help it, he really can't, Carlos doesn't have his lab coat on for once and his butt in those jeans is just so perfect…"

"Cecil, what did I just say?!" Carlos was staring at the angel, panic rising in his voice. "Look at it. Don't take your eyes off of it. I have to get it out of here or we will never see each other again." At that Cecil snapped back to the angel.

"Carlos, the weather's almost over. I have to flip the switch and start talking again."

"Well, do it then, but keep looking at the angel. Maybe you can do a story on it."

Cecil slowly reached out and flips the switch without looking.

"Hello, listeners." Carlos bustled about the angel, doing this and that. "We have a special guest in the studio today. Carlos the Scientist is here to explain why there is a malignant angel statue trying to kill me. The statue is also in the studio, but has declined to comment." Carlos glared at him and mouthed, I'm busy.

Then hurry up and explain, Cecil mouthed back, shoving the microphone at him and looking back at the angel, which now had an arm extended in his direction.

"Hello, everybody, it's Carlos, and I'm here to issue a warning. There are currently creatures from another world among us. Not the usual ones, new ones. They look like statues and are called Weeping Angels. If you see one, don't stop looking at it until the Sherriff's Secret Police or myself come to destroy it."

"Thank you, Carlos. Would you care to explain to the audience, and myself, just what exactly these things are?" Cecil was still looking at the angel, but Carlos could hear the sass in his voice. He sighed.

"Um…the angels…rely on time to feed. People don't understand time. It's not what you think it is."

"Well then, Carlos, what is it?" Cecil's eyes were watering, but he didn't want to trade off with his third eye, because Smiling God knows where it would wander off. Probably to look at Carlos's butt again.

"People assume that time is a linear progression of cause to effect, but actually, from a nonsubjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of…wibbly wobbly…timey whimey…stuff." He sighed again. This was too difficult to explain and he had an angel to get rid of.

"Okay, thank you Carlos. In other news…" Cecil prattled on about some school council meeting while Carlos got back to his work. A bit of concentrated C4 in a force-field, and hey presto! No more weeping angel. By that time Cecil's broadcast was over, and it was getting late.

"Come on, my brave scientist, let's go home. Cecil stood and stretched. Carlos yawned and slipped an arm around his waist.

"I hope you plan to reward me for all the hard work I just did to save your life." He held the door open and they walked out into the cool night air.

Cecil looked up, admiring the lights above the Arby's. "My sweet Carlos, I had planned on it all day."

They walked home, blissfully unaware of the statues in the shadows.