Angels, Soldiers, Criminals

The Angels are Laughing

"Doctor? Excuse me. Hello, Doctor? Angel Bob here, sir." The familiar voice came through the radio, making them all jump. The Doctor dropped into the chair behind the console to answer. Briefly Evie glanced up from the complex tangle of wires, before returning to her task once more. She kept her ears trained on the conversation though.

"Ah! There you are, Angel Bob. How's life? Sorry, bad subject."

"The Angels are wondering what you hope to achieve."

"Achieve? We're not achieving anything. We're just hanging. It's nice in here; consoles, comfy chairs, a forest. How's things with you?"

"The Angels are feasting, sir. Soon we will be able to absorb enough power to consume this vessel, this world and all the stars and worlds beyond."

"Well, we've got comfy chairs, did I mention?" The Doctor said, covering his nerves by joking around and causing Evie to smirk slightly.

Apparently the Angels didn't understand the concept of a joke. "We have no need of comfy chairs."

"I made him say comfy chairs!" The Time Lord muttered, making the women standing behind him laugh.

"Six."

At Amy's words, Evie dropped the metal clasp in her hand onto the console with a loud clang. There was definitely something very wrong happening. The combination of the loud metallic sound and Amy's voice pushed the Doctor into seriousness once more and he leapt out of the chair.

"Okay, well, enough chat. Here's what I want to know; what have you done to Amy?"

"There is something in her eye."

"What's in her eye?" He demanded.

"We are."

Everything else was forgotten at once. Evie jumped to Amy's side, resting a hand on her arm and looking closely into her eyes. She gasped slightly and recoiled. The red-head shot her and anguished look, wondering what the cause of her reaction could have been. Her gaze flickered between the others.

"What's he talking about?" She demanded. The Doctor stared into her eyes, just as the brunette had done moments before. Amy looked past him to Evie and River, who were just watching in stunned silence. "Doctor, I'm five…I mean five. Fine! I'm fine."

"You're counting."

"Counting?"

"You're counting down… from ten. You have been for a couple of minutes." The Doctor told her briskly.

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"Well, counting down to what?"

"I don't know!" He repeated softly.

"There's… in her eyes..." Evie muttered. Everyone turned to look at her, but she found she couldn't speak. Shaking her head, Evie looked at the wires strewn across the console trying to make sense of what she'd seen. Or what she thought she'd seen.

River stared at her, curiously, wondering what she was been trying to get at. The young woman was fiddling with the wires, twirling them between her fingers and looking at them much more intently than she usually would be. Resting a hand on her arm, River tried to get Evie to look up, but she wouldn't.

"We shall take her. We shall take all of you. We shall have dominion over all time and space." The Angel said over the radio.

The Doctor dropped back into his chair. "Get a life, Bob. Oops, sorry again. There's power on this ship, but nowhere near that much."

"With respect, sir, there is more power on this ship than you yet understand."

Without warning, the most horrible noise any of them had ever heard erupted throughout the ship. It was a grinding, screeching, screaming sound. Evie grimaced and clamped her hands over her ears, looking around wildly for the cause. There didn't seem to be anything malfunctioning and there was no immediately obvious source for the sound. She had never heard anything like it before and didn't know where to begin thinking of an explanation for it.

"Dear god, what is it?" River asked, whirling around.

An ominous banging and clanging noise joined the screeching. Octavian looked panicked. "They're back."

"It's hard to put in your terms, Dr Song, but as best I understand it, the Angels are laughing." Bob explained. Evie was more than a little disturbed that the Angel had referred to her mother by name. This scared her more than the Angels threats had before.

"Laughing?"

"Because you haven't noticed yet." It said. "The Doctor in the TARDIS hasn't noticed."

"Doctor!" Father Octavian was trying to urge them to move, to head out into the comparative safety of the forest.

"No, wait, there's something... I've...missed."

The banging and clanging noise grew louder, a rumbling rattle adding to the cacophony. The control room even started to shake slightly; it was barely noticeable at first but it was definitely there. The Doctor turned slowly to look behind him, causing everyone else to follow his gaze. Evie's mouth dropped open, instantly recognising the shape of the crack that had just appeared in the metal wall behind them.

"That's... that's… that's like the crack from my bedroom wall from when I was a little girl." Amy said, horrified. As though drawn by instinct, they all moved closer as one to look at it. The red-head glanced sideways at Evie, who nodded slowly, remembering seeing the crack in little Amelia's bedroom.

"Yes…"

The Bishop had finally had enough. "OK, enough, we're moving out!"

"Agreed, Doctor!" River snapped, as the shaking grew more and more violent.

"Yeah, fine!"

"What are you doing?" She demanded as he climbed on top of one of the transportable cabinets and leant towards the crack, holding his sonic screwdriver into the glowing light that it emitted.

"Right with you."

"We're not leaving without you!" River told him firmly.

"Oh, yes you are. Bishop?"

"Miss Pond, Dr Song, Miss Robinson, now!" Father Octavian ordered from the forest where he and his men were already waiting. Evie jumped, forgetting that she was acting under a false name.

River grabbed the hands of both young women and dragged them out of the console room towards the forest. Running while the room was shaking uncontrollably was difficult, especially as Amy seemed determined to stay and wait for the Doctor.

"Doctor, come on!" She screamed.

As soon as they were out of the room, River let go of their hands and they gathered into a group. Father Octavian barked out orders to his men, forming them into a team and ensuring that the women were closely guarded; whether for their safety or because he thought they'd do something risky, they weren't sure. He stared at his prisoners for a long moment, as though silently conveying a warning. River rolled her eyes and exhaled sharply.

They walked through the forest in silence, ears and eyes straining for any sight or sound of incoming Angels. Evie tripped several times over randomly trailing branches and roots. Once, she went sprawling to the ground covering her camouflage uniform in mud for the second time that night.

"Ouch!" She exclaimed, before she was hauled to her feet by a less than sympathetic Father Octavian.

"Are you alright?" He asked gruffly, almost as though he didn't much care about the answer.

The girl glared at him, shaking his hand off her arm. "Fine."

"Amy? Amy what's wrong?" River asked, ahead of them. Evie hurried to her grandmother's side, peering at her closely. River joined them as well, grasping the red-head's upper arms tightly. "Amy, what's wrong?"

"Four."

"What?" Evie asked, shocked, as Amy slumped to the ground. For a split-second River didn't seem to know what to do. She looked blankly down at the young woman who was curled up on a rock. Squatting beside her and rubbing her back gently, Evie glanced at her mother before urging her into action. "River!"

"Med-scanner, now!"

"Dr Song, we can't stay here, we've got to keep moving." Octavian told her firmly, looking around for any hint of incoming Angels.

"We wait for the Doctor." She replied bluntly, attaching the device to Amy's arm carefully.

"Our mission is to make this wreckage safe and neutralise the Angels. Until that is achieved..."

"Father Octavian, when the Doctor is in the room, your only mission is to keep him alive long enough to get everyone else home. And trust me, it's not easy. Now, if he's dead back there, I'll never forgive myself and if he's alive, I'll never forgive him." She snapped, her eyes flashing dangerously. She spotted an amused smirk on her daughter's face and groaned. "And, Doctor, you're standing right behind me, aren't you?"

"Oh yeah." He said cheekily with a grin. Evie laughed.

"I hate you."

The Doctor grinned even more broadly, before jumping off the rock he was standing on and moving towards them. "You don't."

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