A transport ship had arrived and the soldiers had already set up camp. Father Octavian strode across the ground, myself, Amy, and the Doctor following him.
"The Angel, as far as we know, is still trapped in the ship. Our mission is to get inside and neutralise it. We can't get through up top, we'd be too close to the drives. According to this..." he showed the Doctor and I a device. "...behind the cliff face, there's a network of catacombs leading right up to the temple. We can blow through the base of the cliffs, get into the entrance chamber, then make our way up." The Doctor nodded.
"Oh, good." Octavian raised his eyebrows. I did too, turning to him. This didn't sound like the Doctor.
"Good, sir?" Octavian asked. The Doctor nodded.
"Catacombs, probably dark ones. Dark catacombs, great!" He grumbled. Octavian looked uncomfortable.
"Technically, I think it's called a maze of the dead." I have him a look.
"Yeah, you can stop any time you like." I told him, my arms crossed.
"Father Octavian?" A soldier called. Octavian nodded to him.
"Excuse me, sir." He said. The Doctor waved off Octavian as he leaves. He then used the screwdriver on some of the equipment set up on the table. Amy and I just looked at him.
"You're letting people call you "sir". You never do that. She hopped on to the table. "So, whatever a Weeping Angel is, it's really bad, yeah?" The Doctor looked back at us.
"Now that's interesting..." He muttered. "You're still here. Which part of "Wait in the TARDIS till I tell you it's safe" was so confusing?"
"The part where you said "Wait in the TARDIS.'" I told him. Amy raised her eyebrows.
"Ooh, are you all Mr Grumpy Face today?" To my surprise, I think he was almost glaring at us.
"A Weeping Angel, Amy and Airiana, is the deadliest, most powerful, most malevolent life form evolution has ever produced, and one is trapped inside that wreckage and I'm supposed to climb in with a screwdriver and a torch--and assuming I survive the radiation, and the whole ship doesn't blow up in my face--do something clever which I haven't actually thought of yet, which is what they expect out of Airiana. That's my day, that's what I'm up to. Any questions?"
"Is River Song your wife?" She looked at me. "Or your sister? Cos she's someone from your future, and the way she talks to you, I've never seen anyone do that. She's kinda like, you know, "Heel, boy!", or all just sisterly. She's Mrs Doctor from the future, isn't she? Or River Harkness? Is she gonna be your wife or sister one day?" The Doctor and I looked at each other, then he went back to Amy.
"Yes. You're right. I am definitely Mr Grumpy Face today." The River called from the transport.
"Doctor? Doctor! Air!" Amy giggled.
"Oops! Her indoors!" I shrugged, feeling helpless.
"Amy, I've never met her before today." I said. Amy shrugged.
"You never know..." she said in a singsong voice.
"Father Octavian!" River called. The four of us walked to the transport.
"Why do they call them Father?" Amy asked.
"He's their Bishop, they're his clerics. It's the 51st Century, the Church has moved on." I smirked.
"If the preacher at the church by Torchwood heard that, he'd go balmy!"
River led us over to a screen, where we saw black and white footage of a statue of an angel, its body at an angle to us, hands over its eyes. River was controlling the video with a remote.
"What do you think? It's from the security cameras in the Byzantium vault. I ripped it when I was on board. Sorry about the quality. It's four seconds. I've put it on loop." The Doctor nodded.
"Yeah, it's an Angel. Hands covering its face." Octavian looked to him, a little surprised.
"You've encountered the Angels before?" He asked. The Doctor nodded again.
"Once, on Earth, a long time ago. But those were scavengers, barely surviving." Amy shrugged.
"It's just a statue." She said. I nodded in agreement, but River shook her head.
"It's a statue when you see it." She told us.
"Where did it come from?" The Doctor asked.
"Oh, pulled from the ruins of Razbahan, end of last century. It's been in private hands ever since, dormant all that time." The Doctor and I shook our heads.
"There's a difference between dormant and patient." I told her. "And trust me, I'd know." Torchwood boys liked to play pranks.
"What's that mean, it's a statue when you see it?" Amy asked.
R"The Weeping Angels can only move if they're unseen. So legend has it." The Doctor shook his head again.
"No, it's not legend, it's a-
"Quantum lock!" I realised. "In the sight of any living creature, the Angels should literally cease to exist. They're just stone. Now there's the ultimate defence mechanism." Amy looked at quizzically.
"What, being a stone?"
"Being a stone...until you turn your back." The Doctor told her spookily.
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Daughter of Captain Jack (Torchwood and Doctor Who Fanfic)Fanfiction
My name is Airiana Harkness. I'm twenty years old. I live in London with my dad. I know. Twenty years old and I'm still living with my dad? How lame is that? Well, not exactely. See, i didn't really have a normal childhood. I had been born on a spac...