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frenchy_chicksTitle: The Truth About Angels
Rating: FRT
Characters: The Doctor (10th), Martha
Summary: They were called a lonely assasins, believed to be psychotic killers, but nobody ever bothered to talk to them...
Word count: 1022 (I know, a little over my promised 1000, but I needed those 22 words)
Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish they were, but they're not.
Author's notes: I've had this idea floating around my head for a long time and finally got to write it down. I may or may not write this as a longer story later on.
Nobody could say they truly understood them. Not even the Doctor. They were thought to be incredibly vicious creatures, only concerned with keeping themselves alive, but if you believed that to be true, then you’d be dead wrong.
They had been around almost as long as the universe itself. Nobody knew for sure where they had come from, whether they had been created or born. Their entire existence was one, big mystery, but only because nobody had ever bothered to stop and ask them. When someone came across them, they would panic and run away, but, just like any other creature in the universe, they had those who were good and those who were bad. It was just an unfortunate coincidence that most of the good ones were kept locked away, never to be seen… or so they had thought.
The Doctor was an equally curious creature. The last of his kind, he took it upon himself to be the protector of Earth, a planet that these supposedly psychopathic creatures liked to frequent almost as much as he did. There was something special about those humans and neither the Doctor or the lonely creatures could tear themselves away from them for long.
It had been a freak meeting, one that never should have happened. Humans never should have been able to survive at those depths, but the Doctor and his TARDIS made even the impossible, possible. And that was how he found them. There were only a few left, mostly intact. The rest had been slowly crushed by the pressure, but a handful of the young ones had survived relatively unscathed.
“Doctor, are those what I think they are?” Martha asked.
“They can’t be… that’s not possible…” the Doctor muttered.
Running back to the console, the Doctor pushed buttons and flipped switches, forcing the TARDIS’ protective shielding outwards, extending it to enclose one of the impossible creatures. He hadn’t thought it was possible, it shouldn’t have been possible. These angels were placed here on purpose, but not by humans… by other angels.
“Come on, then!” the Doctor called, walking out onto the bottom of the ocean floor.
Martha cautiously stepped down, looking around. There was sea life all around them, which surprised her. She didn’t think anything was capable of living this far down. She shook her head. Life always finds a way. The fish were swimming over her head, and they were some of the strangest creatures she had seen, and she had seen quite a lot while travelling with the Doctor.
“Martha, don’t dawdle. We have a mystery to solve here,” the Doctor called.
Martha stepped over to where the Doctor was standing, keeping her distance and refusing to look away or blink. She’d experienced first hand what happened when you didn’t keep a careful watch on one of those things. “Doctor be careful. Don’t touch it, whatever you do. I really, really don’t want to have to go through this again.”
The Doctor stared at the angel, ignoring what Martha was saying. This angel was different, not like any other he had seen before. “You’re a peculiar one, aren’t you?” he spoke softly.
The pressure must have been getting to the stone, as the tops of the wings were crushed, and there were fracture lines right through where the wings and the body connected. She was broken and he couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. “What happened to you? Why are you here?” he wondered aloud.
He reached forward to touch her face and Martha pulled him back, “Are you insane? Properly insane? Did you suddenly forget what happened the last time we met with a weeping angel? You said yourself that they’re vicious creatures,” she hissed.
“I was wrong, Martha. I think I was wrong. Look at her, look at the others behind her. These ones look sad, oppressed.. and they were put here by other angels. That is highly unusual, don’t you think? I need to know what happened. I need to understand,” the Doctor confessed.
Martha nodded. She couldn’t stop the Doctor once he had his mind set on something. She didn’t believe that there was such a thing as a good angel, not these kind, anyway, so she would keep her eyes locked on the statue until the Doctor moved away. She wasn’t going to lose him, not again. “Just make it quick yeah? I’d really like to get out of here.”
The Doctor grinned at Martha and turned his attention back to the angel. He was going to figure her out. “Now, my guess is that the angels are telepathic, otherwise, how would they be able to communicate with one another? Now, if I can tap into that, maybe I can understand. Maybe I can help,” the Doctor babbled.
Reaching forward, the Doctor placed his hands on either side of the angels face and closed his eyes. He was surprised at how easily he was able to make contact – he’d assumed that stone would be harder to penetrate, but this girl was lonely and desperate for communication. “Help me understand,” he whispered.
He saw her life story flash inside his mind. She explained to him how the angels were created and he was amazed the Time Lords hadn’t known any of this. They had been a thriving community; they hadn’t originally been stone. But a rival clan cursed them for not joining them in war. They turned to stone and were forced to cover their faces, for fear of staying in their unmoving state. Over time, the angels became vindictive, psychotic and evil. Only a handful had stayed kind, carefully choosing the people they would feed from – those who wanted to escape, those who had nothing. They sent them back in time to a place where they would be happy. They were caring angels, and for that they were condemned to be slowly broken by the weight of the water, their silent screams going unnoticed by all the universe.
The Doctor pulled back and looked sadly at the angel in front of him. “I’m sorry… I’m so, so sorry,” he whispered.
END… ?
Rating: FRT
Characters: The Doctor (10th), Martha
Summary: They were called a lonely assasins, believed to be psychotic killers, but nobody ever bothered to talk to them...
Word count: 1022 (I know, a little over my promised 1000, but I needed those 22 words)
Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish they were, but they're not.
Author's notes: I've had this idea floating around my head for a long time and finally got to write it down. I may or may not write this as a longer story later on.
Nobody could say they truly understood them. Not even the Doctor. They were thought to be incredibly vicious creatures, only concerned with keeping themselves alive, but if you believed that to be true, then you’d be dead wrong.
They had been around almost as long as the universe itself. Nobody knew for sure where they had come from, whether they had been created or born. Their entire existence was one, big mystery, but only because nobody had ever bothered to stop and ask them. When someone came across them, they would panic and run away, but, just like any other creature in the universe, they had those who were good and those who were bad. It was just an unfortunate coincidence that most of the good ones were kept locked away, never to be seen… or so they had thought.
The Doctor was an equally curious creature. The last of his kind, he took it upon himself to be the protector of Earth, a planet that these supposedly psychopathic creatures liked to frequent almost as much as he did. There was something special about those humans and neither the Doctor or the lonely creatures could tear themselves away from them for long.
It had been a freak meeting, one that never should have happened. Humans never should have been able to survive at those depths, but the Doctor and his TARDIS made even the impossible, possible. And that was how he found them. There were only a few left, mostly intact. The rest had been slowly crushed by the pressure, but a handful of the young ones had survived relatively unscathed.
“Doctor, are those what I think they are?” Martha asked.
“They can’t be… that’s not possible…” the Doctor muttered.
Running back to the console, the Doctor pushed buttons and flipped switches, forcing the TARDIS’ protective shielding outwards, extending it to enclose one of the impossible creatures. He hadn’t thought it was possible, it shouldn’t have been possible. These angels were placed here on purpose, but not by humans… by other angels.
“Come on, then!” the Doctor called, walking out onto the bottom of the ocean floor.
Martha cautiously stepped down, looking around. There was sea life all around them, which surprised her. She didn’t think anything was capable of living this far down. She shook her head. Life always finds a way. The fish were swimming over her head, and they were some of the strangest creatures she had seen, and she had seen quite a lot while travelling with the Doctor.
“Martha, don’t dawdle. We have a mystery to solve here,” the Doctor called.
Martha stepped over to where the Doctor was standing, keeping her distance and refusing to look away or blink. She’d experienced first hand what happened when you didn’t keep a careful watch on one of those things. “Doctor be careful. Don’t touch it, whatever you do. I really, really don’t want to have to go through this again.”
The Doctor stared at the angel, ignoring what Martha was saying. This angel was different, not like any other he had seen before. “You’re a peculiar one, aren’t you?” he spoke softly.
The pressure must have been getting to the stone, as the tops of the wings were crushed, and there were fracture lines right through where the wings and the body connected. She was broken and he couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. “What happened to you? Why are you here?” he wondered aloud.
He reached forward to touch her face and Martha pulled him back, “Are you insane? Properly insane? Did you suddenly forget what happened the last time we met with a weeping angel? You said yourself that they’re vicious creatures,” she hissed.
“I was wrong, Martha. I think I was wrong. Look at her, look at the others behind her. These ones look sad, oppressed.. and they were put here by other angels. That is highly unusual, don’t you think? I need to know what happened. I need to understand,” the Doctor confessed.
Martha nodded. She couldn’t stop the Doctor once he had his mind set on something. She didn’t believe that there was such a thing as a good angel, not these kind, anyway, so she would keep her eyes locked on the statue until the Doctor moved away. She wasn’t going to lose him, not again. “Just make it quick yeah? I’d really like to get out of here.”
The Doctor grinned at Martha and turned his attention back to the angel. He was going to figure her out. “Now, my guess is that the angels are telepathic, otherwise, how would they be able to communicate with one another? Now, if I can tap into that, maybe I can understand. Maybe I can help,” the Doctor babbled.
Reaching forward, the Doctor placed his hands on either side of the angels face and closed his eyes. He was surprised at how easily he was able to make contact – he’d assumed that stone would be harder to penetrate, but this girl was lonely and desperate for communication. “Help me understand,” he whispered.
He saw her life story flash inside his mind. She explained to him how the angels were created and he was amazed the Time Lords hadn’t known any of this. They had been a thriving community; they hadn’t originally been stone. But a rival clan cursed them for not joining them in war. They turned to stone and were forced to cover their faces, for fear of staying in their unmoving state. Over time, the angels became vindictive, psychotic and evil. Only a handful had stayed kind, carefully choosing the people they would feed from – those who wanted to escape, those who had nothing. They sent them back in time to a place where they would be happy. They were caring angels, and for that they were condemned to be slowly broken by the weight of the water, their silent screams going unnoticed by all the universe.
The Doctor pulled back and looked sadly at the angel in front of him. “I’m sorry… I’m so, so sorry,” he whispered.
END… ?