What if the Angel that touched Amy gave her power?
She didn't know exactly what had happened when the angel touched her.
Perhaps, it seemed, calling them a merciful assassin was an apt description. Since when she arrived in wherever it was that she landed, Amy Pond noticed that her hands were glowing.
Not a golden light, as the Tessalecta had done at Lake Silencio, or when Mels regenerated into River. A bluish-red, alternating every few moments. The colour of the Time Vortex.
Something washed over her. Something went through Amy's mind as she gained her bearings. A smile appeared on her face as she realised exactly what the Angel had gifted her.
Looking around, she saw that she was standing in the exact same graveyard where she would be buried in seventy years' time. Rory was standing by a wall roughly twenty feet away. Tilting her head to the side, Amy took the scene in.
"Amy?" he asked cautiously, as if not quite able to believe what he was seeing, as she came closer. Was it disbelief that she was here? Or perhaps he could see whatever was happening to her? It certainly seemed as if Amy was gliding. Or perhaps it was giddiness in her stomach.
Cupping his cheeks in her hands, Amy's eyes glowed the same bluish-red as she kissed him.
The two of them stood for a second in the graveyard, embracing each other as they had when falling from the rooftop in Winter Quay. But instead of time changing around them, two pairs of huge, stone wings grew out of their backs.
Memories flashed through Amy's head. Seven years old, sitting in her garden as the sun came up, disappointed that her Raggedy Man wasn't coming back. In the Pandorica, waking up as it opened. Standing by the window with baby Melody, looking out at her prison.
Waiting.
The Girl thatalwaysWaited.
Waited for the Man Who Always Died.
Lost, alone, furious at everyone around her. Madame Kovarian for taking her, stealing Melody and rendering Amy infertile. Although Amy was still unsure as to whether that last part was intentional, since as soon as Melody had been born and taken away, it had been a while before anyone came to treat her.
Furious at Mels for not ever telling Amy who she was. True, it would cause a paradox, but she could have done nearly everything other than force the Doctor to travel to 1938 and let herself get shot. A few more years with Mels wouldn't have been raising the baby she wanted, but it would have beensomething.
But most of all, angry at the Doctor for landing in her garden that lonely night all those years ago and now nearly sixty years in the future.
Why her?
Why wasshethe one he imprinted?
She couldn't imagine life with the Doctor, but she couldn't imagine life without him. A difficult, terrible addiction that was neither of their faults.
But still...Something that she craved.
The Doctor slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurred. The last thing he'd been aware of was dropping River off at Stormcage.
The dingy hotel room he found himself in was somehow familiar, but he didn't think that he had ever been here before.
Groaning as he tried to strain, the Doctor found that he was tied to a chair. His arms were at his sides, tied so tightly that he couldn't move an inch. Looking up, he saw that River was in another chair a few feet away, also bound and just about waking up.
The door opened and the Doctor's attention was instantly diverted. Seeing Amy come in, his hearts skipped a beat as he felt relief, but then he saw the wings in her back, so big that they filled up the part of the room she stood in. Behind her came Rory, now wearing his centurion outfit, with two Weeping Angels entering at the blink of an eye. The Angels stood behind the Doctor and River's chairs, cold hands gripping the backs.
"Amy?" he managed to ask in shock.
Amy's expression was as cold as the Angels' touch. She turned to look at River, who was now fully awake and terrified. Not even in her darkest moments River ever believed that she would look at her mother like that.
Then the Doctor noticed Amy's eyes.
"Time manipulation," he whispered, "When someone is given power over time. It can be brief, but even when it's gone there's still some admiration. That's probably a gift from the Angel who sent you back in time – extremely rare, as doing so kills them. Amy, you've got the power to control pockets of time –"
"Shut up, Raggedy Man." Amy turned to the Doctor and made her way over. Grabbing him by the bow-tie, she was centimetres from his face.
"It feels delicious," she said, her eyes flicking about as she examined him, "The Angels are my friends. Friends that don't have secret backgrounds like dear Melody. The power to remove you and River was only temporary, but enough to make them satisfied. Don't even try and use the sonic; the cherubs like the pretty light right now. As for the TARDIS, it's still in the graveyard. Just not for several decades.
"Recognise this?" she asked, spreading her arms and taking a step back. "Winter Quay. The place gave me a perfect idea. You know, we never got the chance to do things as a family, the four of us."
Rory placed an arm around Amy's shoulders. Amy took his right hand and smiled.
"We're one happy family at last."
If the Weeping Angels had the ability to laugh, the whole building would have shook.