For a long moment no one dared move. The angel stood on the platform, its face impassive but its eyes filled with hate. Then the lights flickered and it was gone.

Jarva was slammed against the wall, a forearm pressed against his throat. The angel's face was twisted demonically, its mouth opened in a snarl, revealing its fangs. It nails had elongated into claws. Jarva's feet were off the ground, the angel holding him against the wall with the forearm under his chin, restricting his breath. The other hand was raised as if to swipe out his eyes.

"Don't hurt him," the Doctor said. He didn't know why he said it. If the angel wanted to kill Jarva there was nothing he could do about it. The angel seemed to pause. Then, incredibly, it lowered its hand. Its face returned to its angelic state and the claws reverted to nails. But it didn't take its arm of Jarva's throat. The Doctor watched as Jarva struggled uselessly, his eyes locked on the angel's.

"Just let him go," the Doctor said, his voice gentle. "I can help, I can turn you back. Just let him go."

For a few moments nothing happened. Then, without taking its eyes off Jarva's, it said, "We will be free." The lights flickered and it was gone. Jarva collapsed to the floor, retching and holding his throat. The two guards, who had forgotten about the Doctor, hurried over and helped him to his feet.

"Are you happy now?" the Doctor snarled. "You've just created a nearly unstoppable monster and let it lose on all the men you have out there."

"Doctor…"

"And what's worse is that you've made it angry."

"Doctor."

"What did you think you were going to achieve here? Was this your plan? Did you even consider-?"

"Doctor!" The Doctor stopped, surprised. He wasn't used to being snapped at. Usually he was doing the snapping. "There's something else," Jarva said. "The angel was inside my head. I don't know how but when I looked at its eyes it was like it… reached into my mind and pulled out anything that was useful. I think that's how it could speak English."

"Did you see anything?" the Doctor asked. "Anything about what its plans were?"

"What did it say before?" one of the guards asked. "Something about being free?"

"We will be free," the Doctor said. "We will be free. Who's we?" The answer came quickly. "How many more angels do you have here Jarva?"

Jarva hesitated for a moment. "Four," he said. "They're all in special cells at the bottom of the facility."

"That's what it's after. It's going to let them all out."

"And it knows exactly where to go," Jarva said. "It knows every corridor and room in this station."

"We need to stop it." The Doctor turned to the guards. "Tell everyone in the station to be on alert. Tell them if they see the angel do not engage. If they try to shoot the angel will kill them." The soldiers hesitated and looked to Jarva for confirmation. He nodded and the soldiers left the room, talking quickly into their communicators.

"What are we going to do Doctor?" Jarva asked. The Doctor grinned joylessly.

"We're going to find an angel."

The angel smiled as he gracefully wandered the corridors of the Tempus. He couldn't help it really. They were all just so stupid. It was almost a joke avoiding the humans crawling all over this place. Sure he could have killed them all before they even knew he was there, but then there would be none left for his brothers when he freed them. And that would just be no fair. So he'd let them be, for now.

He reached an intersection and turned left. The holding cages were his end goal, but he wanted to make a stop along the way. Surely his brothers wouldn't begrudge him taking a little longer if it meant more darkness for them. As he walked he passed an open door. The room beyond had a mirror opposite the door and the angel averted his eyes, careful not to look at his reflection. Then he stopped, a strange thought occurring to him. He stepped inside the room, keeping his eyes down. His heart was pounding, whether from fear or excitement he couldn't tell. He took a slow breath to calm his nerves and looked up at his reflection for the first time.

It was… a surreal experience, seeing his own face. Everything was completely unfamiliar, the shape of his nose, the arch of his eyebrows, the colour of his hair. The most startling thing was his eyes. He'd never known his eyes looked like that, the colour constantly rippling and shifting through the whole spectrum. Did all angel's eyes look like that, he wondered. His eyes moved up to his hair, which almost glowed in the artificial light. Silver waves spilled across his head and down the nape of his neck, a strip of brown leather being the only thing that kept it off his face. He scrutinised his reflection for a while, suddenly feeling very critical. The headband looks stupid, he decided. He pulled it off and tossed it away. A few locks fell down, nearly covering his eyes. He brushed them to the side, the affect visually pleasing. He stepped back from the mirror and observed himself with a smile. A quizzical frown passed over his features when he realised he was admiring his own reflection. Does that count as… what was the word? Narcissism? He briefly trawled through the memories he'd stolen from the old human and confirmed that, yes, it would count as narcissism.

As he looked through the memories he remembered what the old human had done to him. Anger surged wildly as he remembered the pain that pathetic piece of carbon had put him through. His claws and fangs grew out in response to the turbulent emotions and he snarled at the mirror, the vision suitably terrifying. The snarl turned into a sadistic grin. He was going to enjoying ending that… Jarva creature. And the last thing the fool would know would be cold terror as he was ripped apart.

The other one though… the angel wasn't sure about him. He seemed young, but his body buzzed with time energy. A time traveller maybe. He didn't smell of human though. His scent was familiar, but not one the angel could place. He would have to be careful around that one, he decided as he breezed out of the room.

The door to the generator room was locked tight, the heavy steel door held in place by thick bolts. The angel observed it impassively before sidling over to the keypad beside it. Sure, he could rip the door in half, but finding the code in Jarva's memories was quicker and less energy intensive. The bolts retracted and the door slid open. In the middle of the room was the main generator, a fat, short cylindrical structure that hummed with power. A large console stood in front of it. The angel ignored them both, instead heading over to one of the panels on the wall. A simple brush of his hand on the right spot caused it to slide away, revealing a tangled array of wires and plugs. The angel frowned at them and searched through Jarva's memories. He sighed in annoyance. A good physicist, yes, but an electrician Jarva wasn't. Then the angel shrugged. Plan B, he decided, reaching in, grabbing a bundle of wires and ripping them out of the wall.

The floor shuddered and the lights started flickering. The Doctor and Jarva looked up nervously. "What's happening?" Jarva said.

"I'd say the angel got to your power supply," the Doctor answered.

"Why would it do that? I thought you said that it wanted to free the other angels."

"It does, but the other angels are still quantum locked. They work best in the dark." The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver and set it to torch mode, sending a narrow beam of blue light down the corridor. The lights kept flickering. "We should keep searching."

"Why don't we just go to the holding cells and catch the angel there?" Jarva asked.

"Because I haven't thought of a way to stop your free angel yet. The last thing I want to do is be in the same room as all five of them at once."

"So you don't even have a plan?"

"I'm sort of hoping a thing will happen."

The angel was smiling again as it descended the stairs to the holding cells. His hands were held over his eyes, so his brothers would not become stone. He walked into the cell room and stretched out his mind to his four brothers, trapped in their cages. Thoughts mingled as he crossed the room, heading for the control panel on the far side. He got halfway when his steps faltered. His smile twitched. For a few moments he was frozen. Then he took a step back, shaking his head. Another step and a flinch, as though he'd been struck. He stumbled back, raising his head from his hands. His gaze passed over the four statues standing within fields of blue light. His eyes filled with shock, agony and despair. By instinct he reached for the energy around him and drew it inwards. The lights flickered and he was gone.

Jarva's communicator crackled into life. "Sir," came Captain Scott's voice. "I think you'd better come and see this."

"What is it captain?" Jarva said into the communicator.

"I'm not too sure," the captain admitted. "But you'd better come have a look."

"Where are you captain?"

"Corridor seven, sir."

"We'll be right there." Jarva lowered the communicator and looked questioningly at the Doctor. The Doctor shrugged.

"Let's go see what the captain's found," he said.

As they approached the corridor a new sound began to emerge amongst the buzzing of the lights and the creaking of the station. At first the Doctor couldn't make out what it was. Then he rounded a corner and the sound became clear.

Crying.

Standing at an intersection with another corridor was the captain, looking very uneasy. He noticed them and beckoned them over with a finger on his lips.

"What is it captain?" Jarva asked when they were close enough.

"It's the angel sir," the captain said. "It's just down there and around the corner. And it's crying."

The Doctor wasn't sure how to react to that. A Weeping Angel actually crying? Part of him wanted to laugh and part of him wanted to run. On the whole the idea made him uncomfortable. He realised that both Jarva and the captain were staring at him. "What?"

"Well, what's your plan?" Jarva asked. "Should we shoot it while it's distracted?"

"Don't be thick," the Doctor said. "It would be on you before you could raise a gun." The Doctor thought a little more, only one idea occurring to him. "Wait here," he ordered. Then he headed down the corridor the captain had indicated. He cautiously peered around the corner, on the alert for anything. This part of the corridor was absolutely wrecked. There were huge dents in the walls. Long gauges ran through the metal and some parts even had chunks torn off. Sparks spouted from some of the larger rends. Huddled against a wall with its legs pulled up to its chest was the angel. Its head was on its knees, obscuring its face, but doing nothing to muffle the sobs. Its shoulders tremored sporadically. Very slowly the Doctor approached. Not knowing what else to do he crouched down next to the angel.

"Are you alright?" he asked. There was no response from the angel. "I'm the Doctor. I can help if you tell me what's wrong." Still no response. "I've never heard of a Weeping Angel crying before. This is a whole new experience for me. I'm not afraid to admit that I'm a little bit lost here. So if you could give me some indication of what's going to help…" he trailed off. Realising he wasn't getting anywhere he heaved a sigh. Then, on impulse, he reached out a hand to put it on the angel's shoulder.

The lights flickered and the Doctor's wrist was caught in a vice-like grip. The angel just kept crying. The Doctor didn't dare move a muscle. Instinctively he knew that one squeeze from the angel's hand could reduce his bones to splinters. There was a moment of stillness. Then the lights flickered and the pressure on his wrist was gone. The angel was in the exact same position, only moved down the hall slightly, away from the Doctor. The Doctor sighed again, and stood up, giving up on trying to talk to the angel. He turned and walked away.

"I'm experimenting."

The Doctor stopped and turned slowly. The angel's head was raised ever so slightly, just enough for the Doctor to see the glimmer of its eyes. "I'm sorry?" the Doctor said.

"That's why I'm crying. The thoughts I took from Jarva taught me many things. One of those things was that humans cry when they get sad. I'm sad. I've already tried several other methods of cheering myself up, but none of them worked. So I'm trying a human method of getting rid of sadness."

"Why are you sad?" the Doctor asked. The angel was silent for a moment, as though considering whether to answer.

"My brothers reject me," it said. "Jarva made me flesh and blood, permanently. To my brothers this has left me deformed. What use am I without my kind's greatest defence? And so they rejected me, and cast me out."

The Doctor was speechless. "I'm… sorry," he said.

"You do not understand. Even though we can never see each other, we are still bonded. Each of us shares in each other's thoughts and feeling. We are all connected in our minds and hearts. But not me. I am alone."

The Doctor nodded sadly. "I know the feeling."

"I don't want your pity," the angel growled. It raised its head a little more. "You said you wanted to help. Then leave me with my sorrow." The Doctor went to reply, but closed his mouth and nodded.

"Oh, you're still alive," Jarva said, sounding relieved, as the Doctor came back down the corridor.

"Did you find out what was going on?" the captain asked.

"It appears the other angels have… excommunicated the angel down there. It seems to have left it rather distressed."

"So what do we do?" the captain asked.

The Doctor thought. "We leave," he decided. "It's only a matter of time before its thoughts turn to revenge. Which means you're in a whole lot of trouble on this station Jarva."

Jarva nodded emphatically. "I'm more than happy to get away from that angel Doctor, I assure you."

"But how will we get everyone off the station?" the captain said. "There's only one shuttle and it's off doing a supply run at the moment."

"We can take the TARDIS. The angel won't be able to follow us that way."

Jarva lit up at once. "Really? You'll take us in your time machine?"

"Don't get too excited," the Doctor said as he reached into his coat pocket. He rummaged for a second before switching to the other pocket. "Where did I put…" Suddenly a look of horror flashed across the Doctor's face. He turned and flew down the corridor, skidding to a halt at the corner. Jarva and the captain hurried after him.

"Doctor," the captain said. "What is it, what's wrong?" he looked down the hall. "Where'd the angel go?"

Indeed the hall was now empty, confirming the Doctor's fear. "It's got the TARDIS key," he said. "The angel has the key to the TARDIS."

This seems like a dramatic place to stop. Hope you're enjoying things so far. See you next time.