Across the Universe and Time and Space: Time of the Angels
“Hey, what are you doing, I’m supposed to be- why am I handcuffed?”
“Spoilers,” the blonde smirked.
“Sara, if you do this, then you die. Let me take your place.”
“No, I can’t let you do that! If I do, then you’ll never know me. Our history will be erased.”
The Doctor stopped struggling, staring at the woman who knew so much about him.
Sara gave a bitter laugh. “And I’ve realized, you’ve always known how I’m going to die. My whole history, you knew what was going to happen to me in the end. That explains why you, the future you, cried at the towers the last time we met. You knew it was the end.”
“Sara,” the Doctor shook his head, trying to reach for the screwdriver sitting out of his grasp.
“Don’t even try,” she told him, shaking her head. “If you die here, we never meet.”
“Time can be rewritten.”
“Those times can’t!” she said sharply. “And don’t you ever try to.”
The Doctor looked like the world had come down on him.
“Don’t be sad,” Sara smiled, but there were tears in her eyes. “It’s not the end for you. It’s the beginning. You’re going to see me again.”
“It’s your future. You and me, time and space. Just you wait. It’s going to be one hell of a ride.”
“Sara, you know my real name,” the Doctor said. “You know every name I’ve ever gone by. Why would I do that? Is it because-”
“Shhhh,” Sara placed a harness on her head. “Spoilers, sweetie.”
“You know what’s interesting about museums?”
“They’re a window to the past?” Lily guessed as Leonard leaned over another case.
“That,” Leonard nodded. “But also that species get worse and worse about dating where the artifacts originate from the longer they stick around.”
“It’s a lot of time,” Lily wrinkled her nose. “History classes must be awful in the future.”
“Depends on the species,” Leonard said. “Also there’s been pretty things to take from museums sometimes.”
Lily raised her eyebrows. “You’ve robbed museums before?”
“Early days,” he replied, pushing off the case and walking down the line of exhibits. “I expected better of the Delirium Archive. This is the final resting place of the Headless Monks and the biggest museum ever.”
Lily decided she would look up Headless Monks later. It seemed doubtful they were human, given humans couldn’t survive their heads taken off. However, there could be some alien technology that allowed humans in the future to survive sans head. How would you be able to walk then not knowing where you were going?
‘Look it up later’ she thought to herself. “So how is the final resting place on an asteroid? Is it a thing in this era for people to live on asteroids now?”
“Higher class people tend to do it. Apparently it’s trendy.”
“And not that this isn’t interesting or anything,” Lily continued. “But what are we doing in a museum when you have a time machine and can see all this when it was being used?”
“I like to see how much people can find and if they get it right,” Leonard replied. “Besides, it’s a more of a thrill to break into a museum…”
He trailed off and approached a glass box that held a rusted box inside it. Lily followed him and leaned in to get a good look at it. She didn’t know what exactly it was, but the top was what sparked her interest. It was covered in a series of symbols that must have been another language.
“Is this one wrong too?”
“It’s a home box from an old starliner,” he murmured. “The Byzantium, to be specific.”
“And for those of us from the twenty-first century who have no idea what a home box is?”
“Think of a black box for an Earth airplane,” Leonard said, tapping the glass. “But if something happens to the ship, this box flies back to the departure point with all of the flight data.”
“That’d be helpful on Earth if black boxes did that,” Lily remarked, thinking of all the aviation mysteries that this technology could unlock.
“That’s not what makes it interesting though. The graffiti on it does. It’s Old High Gallfireyan, the lost language of the Time Lords.”
“Is wherever that language comes from where you’re from?”
“Yes, Gallifrey, but we’re getting off track. This language has been dead for centuries. There were many days, Lily, when these words would burn stars, raise and topple empires, destroy gods.”
Lily nodded. “And this writing says.”
Leonard looked down and sighed in exasperation. “Hello, Sweetie.”
“Hello, Sweetie?” Lily snorted. “I guess even Time Lords had their graffiti.”
Leonard shook his head “It’s not some juvenile stunt entirely. Someone’s said that to me. That same person might be trying to get my attention. Either way, I want to get a good look.”
He pulled out the sonic screwdriver and aimed it at the glass case. There was a click, and Leonard opened it up. He shot her a quick look.
“Get ready to run back to the TARDIS.”
“Because we’re stealing this,” he said as he grabbed the home box and set the lid back down.
Alarms began to wail around the hall. Two guards came out from the end of it and saw them. Leonard took off running with the home box. Lily ran after him a second later, going as fast as she could. She’d just become part of a museum theft.
Sara’s stunts would seem like small potatoes by the time she went back home.
12,000 years ago
Sara Lance strode down the halls of the ship, heels clicking on the metal floor. Finding the door she was searching for, a smile spread across her face. Pulling the gun from her bag, she shot the lock open, revealing the home box inside. Slipping on some protective glasses and making a quick change to the gun’s settings, she tilted the shiny black box toward her. With her new blowtorch in hand, she carved her message into the home box. Once the ship crashed (and it would), it would fly off back home and get stored in a museum. Sooner or later, the Doctor would find it as he mocked artifact dating and would look into it.
At least, she really hoped he would.
After her message was burned into the home box, Sara turned around and walked back out into the hall. She pulled off her glasses as she caught sight of a security camera. Throwing a wink at it, she continued her path down the halls until she found exactly what she was looking for. Reaching into her bag once more, she pulled out the blast charge and attached it to the door.
A second after she’d set it, Sara heard running footsteps slow to a halt and the click of guns.
“The party ended a long time ago, Dr. Lance,” Adam Hunt said behind her. “And somehow you remain onboard.”
“I’m ever the curious type, Hunt,” Sara shrugged. “Sorry, but I had to see what was in your vault.”
She looked back at the soldiers pointing their guns at her. “Do you know what’s down there? Any of you have any ideas?”
Hunt gave her a calculating look.
“Here’s something you might like to hear,” she smirked. “This ship won’t reach its destination.”
“Wait until she runs,” Hunt ordered his men. “I don’t want this to look like an execution. The last thing we need are questions.”
Sara spotted another camera close by. She lifted her wrist and tapped her bracelet to see where she was currently at in space. Better to be exact than to speculate with the Doctor.
“Triple seven five slash three four nine by ten,” she read out, shooting a smile at the camera. “Zero twelve slash acorn.”
Flicking her eyes downward, she saw the charge was getting closer to zero. “And I’d like an air corridor.”
Hunt frowned. “What are you saying?”
“Nothing important to you,” Sara replied. “But how about a piece of advice? You might want to find something to hold onto.”
She stepped aside to reveal the charge. Hunt and his men’s eyes widened before they scrambled over to grasp onto the pipes on the sides of the wall. Sara gave them a wink as the door behind her opened up and she was sucked out into space. She floated away from the starliner, knowing it would be destined to die. Its cargo wouldn’t though.
When she found herself about to breathe and heard the familiar noise, she knew he’d found her.
Leonard opened the doors up as soon as they arrived at the coordinates Sara had sent him. As soon as he did, the woman landed right on top of him, sending them down onto the floor. Sara looked down at him with a smile. She wore a long green dress that looked more fitting for a party than sneaking around in a spaceship. Leonard frowned up at her, wondering if this Sara had met him yet. Was this what she meant when she’d said it wasn’t the end? Was this their beginning, or just his?
“Hello, sweetie,” she laughed.
“Sara?” Leonard gaped up at her.
Lily tilted her head at him. “Leonard?”
“Oh good, you’re going by Leonard,” Sara rolled off him and climbed to her feet. “We need to follow that ship.”
Leonard turned towards the empty doors to see the starliner shooting off into space. The TARDIS suddenly lurched into flight after it. He caught himself against the doors before closing them shut. Whirling around, he saw Sara at the console of the TARDIS hurrying back and forth between switches. Lily was staring at her with her mouth open.
“What the hell are you doing?” he shouted, moving towards the console.
“Following the ship,” Sara told him, swinging the screen on the console towards him. “They’re putting it into warp drive. If I don’t stay close, we lose them.”
“Lose who?” he asked. “And when did there become a we?”
“Later,” she said as the TARDIS began to shake. “The stabilizers, use them now!”
“There are no stabilizers,” Leonard told her.
“Yes, there are.”
“I’ve piloted this TARDIS for hundreds of years, Sara. If there were stabilizers, I’d know about them!”
Sara rolled her eyes. “Try the blue ones.”
Leonard looked down at the blue knobs. Since the console room had changed up, so had the console itself. Most things were the same, but a few things he’d needed to figure out again. But the stabilizers had never been part of the console ever.
“You’re sure?” he asked, hovering his hand over them.
Sara reached over and twisted them. Immediately, the shaking ceased.
“Positive,” she smirked before going back to the other controls.
Leonard was speechless. Lily, who’d been clinging to the railing as they’d been jostled around, now released the bars and walked over to them.
“How can she fly the TARDIS?” she asked, pointing over at Sara.
“Mapping the probability vectors,” Sara murmured. “Running a full backup on the temporalized sonatry and charting the starliner’s destination. We should be at its destination in five…four…three..two…”
The boom of the TARDIS landing echoed through the room. Leonard turned to see Lily staring at Sara in admiration. He glanced over at Sara, who shot him a smile. Shaking his head, he walked over beside her to see that they had indeed landed.
“What about the noise?” Lily asked.
Sara raised her eyebrows. “The noise?”
“You know, that wheezing one,” Lily made a half-hearted imitation of it. “The one it always makes when the TARDIS lands or takes off.”
“That’s because he leaves the brakes on,” Sara turned back to him. “But then again, you do love to make an entrance.”
Well, this definitely wasn’t their first meeting if she knew that about him.
“Come along, Stein,” he said to Lily. “Want to see where she’s taken us?”
“As long as it’s not the insides of a Star Whale, I’m happy with anything.”
“Hold on,” Sara typed in something. “I’m running an environment check.”
Leonard stared at her again. Sara had barely been on the TARDIS and she was already proving to know everything he did about the ship, maybe even more. She was another mystery thrown at him right as he was trying to figure out how Lily existed.
“We’re on the planet Alfava Metraxis,” Sara told him and Lily. “It’s the-”
“Seventh planet of Dundra system,” Leonard finished. “Oxygen rich environment means we don’t need suits to go out. Days are eleven hours.”
He opened the door, staring out at the waves hitting the shores. Looking up, he could see the smoking wreck of the starliner.
“Also, there’s a chance of rain later,” he said, shutting the doors and glancing over at Sara. “Hope you have an umbrella or raincoat.”
Sara narrowed her eyes at him as she stepped down the stairs. “You think you’re so cool when you do that, don’t you.”
Lily snickered and looked at Sara. “So how can you fly the TARDIS?”
“I had my lessons from the very best.”
Leonard began to smile smugly.
“It’s just a shame you were busy that day, Leonard,” Sara added.
He stopped smiling. Sara just kept deepening the mystery around her the longer she hung around.
“So why did they land here?” the blonde murmured, walking up to the doors.
“Define ‘land’,” Leonard said.
Sara frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“We found the home box,” he explained, pushing the door open to show her. “The starliner crashed, Sara.”
Lily watched as Sara exited the TARDIS before turning back to Leonard. There was something familiar about her, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. “Who is she?”
“Part of my future, I believe,” Leonard replied, closing the doors. “But she’s where she needs to be. We can go wherever we want now.”
“How come?” Lily ran in front of Leonard to stop him from getting to the console. “It’s not like this is a taxi and we have to be on a schedule.”
“And she said there was a planet out there,” Lily grinned.
Leonard nodded. “She did.”
“A planet. An actual alien planet.”
“You want to see it, don’t you?” he sighed.
“Well, you may have seen other planets before, but I haven’t!” she said. “I’ve seen the future and the past. What’s the point of running off so soon? Why don’t we stick around and explore it?”
“Because the last time I crossed paths with Sara, it didn’t end well,” Leonard told her. “She’s my future, Lily. I know she gets out alive, but I don’t know if I will, or even if you will.”
“Come on, five minutes,” Lily pleaded. “Please? I’m sure we’ll be fine. What could be worst than a Star Whale mouth or Daleks?”
“A lot,” Leonard opened the doors. “But if you really want to, go ahead.”
“Like you’re not curious about this too,” Lily told him.
As she stepped outside, the scientist found herself gazing up at the cliff in front of her. It looked like some sort of structure was built right out of the rock itself. Whatever had been at the top was now marred by the enormous metal craft that had driven itself right into what could have been a dome. Bits of wreckage were burning on the large flat stones where they had landed. Lily stared around her in wonder before bouncing up and down in excitement.
“I’m on another planet!” she whispered to herself happily. Ray would be so jealous if he could see her right now.
“There’s better ones out there,” Leonard said as he stepped out of the TARDIS too.
“Well, this is my first alien planet and I think it’s amazing,” Lily shrugged as they walked over to Sara.
“Wonder what caused the Byzantium to crash,” she said as they stepped up alongside her. “It wasn’t me.”
“After you breached the airlock, they would have sealed the other sectors off anyways,” Leonard said. “The home box said it happened because the warp engine was out of phase shift. No survivors came out of this.”
“Well, the universe is better off without Adam Hunt,” Sara shrugged, glancing over at Lily. “But if the crash happened because of the phase shift, that means it was sabotaged. Guess they didn’t listen when I warned them they wouldn’t make it to their destination.”
“Did anyone up there die?” Lily pointed up the cliff structure.
“Fortunately, no,” Sara pulled out something from her bag that looked like larger, thicker phone. It reminded Lily of the devices that Liz Ten had had on Starship UK. “It was an Aplan temple at one point, but they’ve been dead for centuries. At least they won’t see one of their temples destroyed.”
Leonard started to turn away.
“Are you going to introduce me?” Lily joked.
Leonard eyed Sara and shrugged. “Dr. Lily Stein, Professor Sara Lance.”
Sara whirled around, eyes bright with excitement. “I’m going to be a professor one day? That’s exciting!”
Leonard groaned. “Timelines.”
“Spoilers, crook,” Sara laughed.
The nagging feeling that she’d met Sara before persisted, but Lily ignored it. “How did you know to write on the home box?”
Sara turned to her and smiled. “Two things always show up at museums. Artifacts like a Category Four starliner’s home box, and then that one to either mock dating methods. Although sometimes he likes to nick something shiny.”
Lily shook her head. “He does really get on how incorrect things are in there.”
“Oh, he does,” Sara said, typing something on the device she held.
“Ha ha,” Leonard muttered sullenly. “I’m not going to be there for you every time you need me, Sara. The next time you decide to throw yourself out an airlock, I might not be there to catch you.”
“Next time for you or for me?” Sara smirked.
Lily began to feel like a third wheel around the two of them. There was definitely something going on between them, or at least between Sara and the future Leonard. Their banter had her convinced of it.
“You’re wrong about survivors,” Sara continued. “There’s actually one in there. A thing is lurking within that wreckage. Something that can’t ever die.”
She seemed to have said the magic words to get Leonard’s attention. Lily was even more intrigued by Sara now. The woman winked at her and held the communicator to her ear.
“Are you all in orbit?” she asked as she walked away. “I’m waiting for you at the crash site. Hone in on my signal.”
Lily tilted her head as she realized who Sara Lance reminded her of as the woman asked Leonard to use his sonic to boost her signal. This Sara was like her own best friend Sara. The two looked nothing alike, but the personalities were the same. Sara Lance seemed just as mischievous and prone to getting into trouble as Sara Saunders was back on Earth.
“We’ve got a minute before they arrive,” she told them, flicking her eyes over to Lily as she pulled a worn blue book from her bag “So where are we anyways? Have we done Jurgen’s Ridge yet?”
Lily watched as Sara flipped the pages. “What’s that?”
“My diary,” Sara told her.
“Don’t read it, Lily,” Leonard warned. “Her past and my future. We can’t seem to meet in the right order.”
“We never do,” Sara corrected. “But we never let that get in the way.”
A gusting noise alerted Lily to look behind her. A series of miniature whirlwinds sprang up and men in combat fatigues appeared from them. One who Lily guessed was the leader started forward with the others following after him. Sara straightened up and gave a little wave to them.
“Hi boys,” she greeted.
The leader stopped in front of her and looked Lily and Leonard up and down. “You promised me an army, Dr. Lance.”
“No, no” Sara shook her head. “What I promised you was the equivalent of an army. And I delivered. I’d like you to meet the Doctor.”
She gestured towards Leonard. The leader’s eyes widened as a look of astonishment crossed his face.
“Father Walter, Bishop Second Class,” he said, shaking Leonard’s hand. “I have twenty clerics at my command. Troops are already in a drop ship and will be landing shortly. Dr. Lance here has been assisting us on a covert investigation.”
Leonard gave a wary look to Sara. “Investigation?”
Walter looked surprised. “Dr. Lance didn’t tell you what we’re dealing with?”
“She hasn’t,” Leonard said, turning towards Sara.
Sara glanced up at the temple and then back to Leonard. Lily again felt awkward. “Leonard, how much do you know about the Weeping Angels?”
Lily watched Leonard’s face go pale. “You can’t be serious.”
It had to be Weeping Angels. Leonard still remembered the time that he’d gotten taken to the past by one without the TARDIS. He’d never wanted to go near them again in any way. But yet now he was roped into helping the Church. As much as he hoped it would be a simple in and out, he had a feeling he and Lily had become roped into something complicated and highly dangerous.
“The Angel is trapped in the wreckage of the ship,” Walter told him, Lily, and Sara (who had since changed into fatigues that matched the soldiers) as he led them across the encampment the Church army had set up. “Our objective is to get in and neutralize it. Getting through up on top of the cliff is impossible. It’s too close to the drives for any entry.”
“Do you have a map of the temple?” Leonard asked.
Walter handed over his communicator. “Have at it.”
Leonard studied the screen for a few minutes before something caught his eye. “There’s a network of catacombs behind the cliff face. They’ll lead right up the temple and the wreckage. Have your men go in that way.”
“I can have them blow through the base of the cliffs to get into the entrance chamber,” Walter nodded.
“Catacombs?” Lily shuddered behind him.
“Dr,” Lily corrected. “Dr. Lily Stein.”
Leonard caught Sara smile to herself.
“Dr. Stein,” Walter said with a nod. “My apologies. Technically, the ‘catacombs’ are known as a maze of the dead.”
“Doesn’t make it sound any better,” Lily replied.
“Father Walter!” one of the clerics jogged up to them. “We need you and Dr. Lance.”
“Excuse me, sir,” Walter said, following after the cleric. Sara walked with them, shooting a smile back at him and Lily.
Lily was giving him a funny look. Leonard shrugged as he studied the equipment of the clerics. “What?”
“People are calling you ‘sir’,” she pointed out.
“They are,” Leonard nodded. “I don’t like it though. I’m on good terms with the Church right now I think. Better to keep it that way.”
“Are they just a military group called ‘the Church’ or are they part of the actual, religious Church?” Lily asked.
“Religious,” he answered. “It’s the fifty-first century. The Church you know on Earth has long moved on.”
“Looks like they become their own military branch,” she snorted. “The Church can’t be the only ones out there as a religion. What if you’re not Christian? What if you’re Jewish? Or if you believe in some other faith?”
“Those religions don’t die,” Leonard assured her. “It’s just the Church that really gets militant.”
“Okay,” Lily leaned against the table they were in front of. “Another thing. These Weeping Angels. They’re bad, right?”
“More than you could imagine,” he turned to Lily. The mysterious aberration could be in danger here if the Angel got to her. “Maybe you should go wait this out in the TARDIS?”
“And miss out on the fun? No way!”
“Lily,” Leonard said sternly. “A Weeping Angel is one of the most powerful and malevolent life forms in existence. Walter and Sara and the other clerics are counting on me to follow after them into that wreckage with my screwdriver and flashlight. If I can survive the radiation and the wreckage doesn’t shift and bury me in a rockslide, then I have to then find a way to neutralize the Angel because I doubt the clerics really know what they’re up against. That’s not fun in any way. Still want to come?”
Lily paused for a moment before nodding. “You’re my ride. I need to make sure you get out alive.”
“I can’t talk you out of this, can I?” he sighed.
“Nope,” Lily shook her head. “Also, can I ask you something else?”
“You’ll ask it anyways so go ahead.”
The scientist grinned. “Is Sara Lance your wife?”
He sighed. “Really?”
“I’m curious!” Lily held up her hands innocently. “You said she’s someone from your future. The whole time I’ve seen you two, you’ve given off a very…married vibe. She’s going to be your wife, right?”
“I don’t know,” he told her. “You shouldn’t know too much about your own future, Lily.”
“I bet she is,” she smirked.
Leonard turned to see Sara standing outside a drop ship. Lily was failing to hid a smirk.
“Come along, Stein,” he said as he left the table and walked towards Sara.
Sara watched Leonard, Walter, and Lily study the four seconds of footage she had on the Weeping Angel. Even if it was just on the screen, she still was repressing a shudder and keeping her eye on it. Leonard looked just as unnerved. Lily, meanwhile, seemed intrigued by it. Clearly this was a very young version of her, and one who hadn’t gotten married yet by the absence of a ring.
“I got this from the security cameras in the Byzantium’s vault,” she told them. “While I was on board, I managed to snag a copy. Sorry I couldn’t get better quality, but I was on a time crunch. But I do have it on a four second loop.”
Leonard stepped forward. “You definitely found a Weeping Angel.”
“You’ve crossed Angels before?” Walter asked.
“Once,” Leonard grimaced. Sara remembered how a future version of him told her the story of it. “But they were scavengers on Earth.”
“This is a statue though,” Lily said, sounding exasperated.
Oh, she had to be brand new to this. Sara wondered how long Lily had been traveling with Leonard.
“It looks like a statue when you see it,” she explained.
Leonard turned around. “Where did this one come from?”
“Excavated from the ruins of Razbahan sometime in the last century,” Sara told him. “Ever since then it’s been circulating through private hands. Fortunately for them, it’s remained dormant that whole time.”
“Are you sure it was dormant?” Leonard asked. “Or is it just being patient?”
Oh, he was still good, even if this version of Leonard was still getting to know her.
“What did you mean when you said it looks like a statue when you see it?” Lily inquired.
“The Weeping Angels can only move if they’re unseen,” Sara told her. “Or that’s what the legends say.”
“Legend? Try quantum lock,” Leonard scoffed. “If any living thing sees a Weeping Angel, then the Angels literally cease to exist and become stone. It’s a great defense mechanism.”
“It’s just…stone for defense? That’s interesting.”
Leonard nodded at Lily. “And it stays that way until you turn your back. Then boom! The Weeping Angel comes to life. It’s one of the fastest predators you’d ever cross…and the last one too.”
According to Walter, the time drive had split open and was releasing out all sorts of radiation and other temporal by-products into the catacombs. While it was deadly to most living things, it was fuel for a Weeping Angel to make it grow stronger. The Aplans had been dead for four hundred years, but the planet had since been populated with a few billion human colonists who were now at risk with the Weeping Angel on planet. Walter was working with his men to get into the catacombs while Sara had taken away Leonard to show him something.
Lily was left with nothing and returned to the drop ship they’d been watching the clip of the Angel in. She stared at the creature on the screen in the time loop. Something was different now though. Instead of hiding its face in its hands, it was now looking over its shoulder. Confused, Lily backed up and peeked her head out of the drop ship.
“Dr. Lance!” she called out to where the woman was now handing a book to Leonard. “Did you have any other clips of the Weeping Angel?”
“Just call me Sara, and no. That one is the only one.”
Weird. Lily shook her head and returned back inside.
The Angel was now facing the camera head on.
Lily looked at the corner, watching the four seconds play on a loop. When she looked back to the Angel, she stepped back with a gasp. It was now closer to the screen. Its palms faced out and upward at its sides. The face was expressionless, but it just made thing creepier.
“How?” she murmured.
Keeping her eyes on the screen, Lily stepped over to a table to grab the remote she’d seen Sara use for the screen. She pressed the off button, smiling as the screen went black. A second passed before it switched back on again. When she repeated the action, the footage kept switching back on. Each time, the Angel seemed to have inched a little closer.
“You’re a recording,” she said aloud, walking closer to the screen. “You can’t move.”
Looking down, she found the plug for the television and tried to pull it out. It wouldn’t budge, even when she tugged it hard. The Angel’s face was right in front of hers on the screen when she glanced back up. Lily immediately backed away. This was starting to feel like a something out of a horror movie.
“Leonard?” Lily called out, walking backwards to keep an eye on the Angel.
The door to the drop ship had been open before. Now it was sealed shut. She looked down briefly to try and turn the wheel to open it. It refused to budge. Lily lifted her head back up to see the expression on the Angel frozen in a menacing, fanged snarl.
“Leonard!” she shouted, staring at the Angel’s eyes.
“This doesn’t make sense,” Leonard set the book Sara had given him down. “Everything in here is a warning about the Weeping Angels, but there’s no pictures. Why would you warn someone about them if you won’t show them what to look out for?”
Sara put her hands on her hips, frowning. “Read that bit about images again.”
Leonard flipped to the page and recited the passage. “That which holds the image of an Angel becomes in itself an Angel.”
“What’s that supposed to mean about the image of an Angel becoming an Angel?” Sara stopped. “Oh.”
“Oh,” Leonard realized what it meant.
“Lily,” Sara looked back at the drop ship and its sealed door. “She’s with it.”
“Leonard!” Lily shrieked, trying the keypad now with the combination she’s seen Walter use. “Sara! Walter! Someone!”
The angel was now a hologram in front of the screen. Lily could feel her heart hammering. All her curiosity was being replaced by fear. She wanted to know what would happen if it got to her since it was a hologram, but at the same time she didn’t with the evil look on its face. Dying on another planet far from home was not something she wanted.
“Lily!” she heard Sara’s muffled voice on the other side. “What’s happening?”
“It’s come out of the screen,” Lily said. “It’s just a hologram but it’s been moving when I look away.”
“Don’t look away!” Leonard’s voice ordered. “Keep watching it and it won’t move. Don’t even blink, Lily.”
She now wanted to blink, but resisted. “Open the door and let me out!”
“It’s not opening,” Leonard said.
“We’ll get you out, Lily,” Sara added. “I swear to you, you will make it through this.”
“I hope you’re right,” Lily thought as she kept her eyes on the Angel.
“Have you tried turning the screen off?” Leonard asked.
“Yes, and it just came back on,” Lily replied. “And the plug wouldn’t budge when I tried to yank it out.”
“Dammit. Just…don’t blink, Lily.”
“I know, I know,” she said, desperately wanting to blink.
Then she finally noticed it. Every four seconds, there was a blip in the tape. The Angel hologram would shudder during that blip. Lily walked forward, keeping eye contact with the angel as she felt around the table for the controller. All she had to do was time it just right.
“Can you at least tell me why the recording is doing this?” she shouted as she missed the blip and it flickered back to life.
“It’s not a recording anymore,” Leonard’s reply came through the door. “It’s an Angel now. Whatever takes the image of an Angel is an Angel.”
“So I’m with a Weeping Angel right now?” Lily swallowed. “What’s it going to do to me if it gets me?”
“Don’t stop looking!”
“No, tell me!”
Leonard didn’t answer.
“Leonard?” she called out.
What if this was it? Was this how the story of Lily Stein ended? At the hands of an alien that turned to stone when you looked at it? She didn’t want it be the end. There was her life back on Earth. She was supposed to be getting married in the next day in her own time.
“Lily, don’t look it in the eyes.”
That’s where she had been staring at it the whole time. She lowered her gaze towards its shoulders. “Why?”
She heard Sara mumble something inaudible, to which Leonard gave an equally inaudible reply. The only words she was able to make out were ‘soul’ and ‘doors’. “What?”
“Don’t make eye contact!”
She couldn’t wait for them anymore. Lily held out the remote, finger hovering over the off button. When the blip happened, she hit the button. The angel froze in the static, and she finally heard the door open behind her. The angel disappeared and the television shut off.
“I froze it,” she sighed, closing her eyes finally. “There was a blip on the tape and I froze it then. It no longer was the image of an Angel.”
She reopened her eyes to watch Leonard approach the screen and yank the plug on it. Sara stood beside her, watching her with concern.
“That was freaky,” Lily confessed. “I really don’t like those things now.”
“But you did amazing stopping it,” Sara told her.
“Sara, hug Lily,” Leonard instructed, giving her a nod as he turned back to the plug with his sonic.
“I’m busy and she’s there.”
Sara looked hesitant. Lily stepped forward, holding her arms out awkwardly. The blonde smiled and embraced her quickly. Lily had a feeling that they’d hugged before. Maybe a past version of Sara was going to hug a future version of her or something.
“You were brilliant,” Sara told her after letting her go.
Lily blushed a little. “Thanks.”
“Nice job under pressure,” Leonard said, dropping the plug.
“So was the Angel was here?” Sara asked him.
“It was a projection of an Angel,” he told them. “It was scouting around to get a look at us. That means it’s no longer dormant.”
“Oh, great,” Lily muttered as an explosion echoed in the distance.
“Doctor!” Walter shouted in the distance. “We’ve made it through.”
Leonard walked over to the door of drop ship. “And now it starts.”
Sara rolled her eyes as they watched him exit. “He’s so dramatic.”
Lily snorted as Sara made her way to the door. Then she felt something. Bringing her hand up to her face, she rubbed her with her finger.
“Lily?” Sara had stopped. “Are you coming?”
“Yeah,” she nodded. “Just had something in my eye.”
It still felt like it was there, and she rubbed it again as she left.
When they all made it down a ladder to the maze of the dead, the clerics distributed flashlights to everyone. Walter ordered a gravity globe to be released into the air. Leonard watched it sail into the air and illuminate their surroundings. All around them were stone statues for the Aplans’ maze of the dead. Finding the Weeping Angel would be difficult in here.
“This is going to be tricky,” Walter said. “One Weeping Angel among hundreds of stone statues.”
“It’s a needle in a haystack,” Sara said beside him. “Then again, when is anything you get involved in easy?”
“You’re going to be around a lot in my future if you know me about me,” Leonard told her.
Sara shrugged. “Spoilers.”
“Check every single statue in this chamber,” Walter ordered all of them. “You know what to look for. Be very through when you inspect the statues.”
A chorus of “Yes, sir” rose up from the clerics as they dispersed in groups.
“What should the course of action be to fight the Angel?” Walter asked Leonard.
There wasn’t a good answer he could give to the bishop. “Just find it and hope.”
With that, Leonard started off in one direction with Lily.
“He doesn’t know yet, does he?” Walter asked.
Sara swallowed, but didn’t reply.
“He has no idea who you are, what you are?” the bishop continued. “He doesn’t know about the Canary and the things you did.”
“No,” Sara shook his head. “For him, it’s too early. He doesn’t really know me yet.”
“Neither of them do,” her brain reminded her.
“Don’t let him figure it out,” Walter ordered. “If he does, then we lose his help. And we need him to stop this creature.”
“He won’t find out,” Sara said, resuming her trek after Leonard and Lily. “I’ll make sure of it.”
Lily gazed around her at the statues as she followed after Leonard. She couldn’t think of anything on Earth that was like in in scale. Sure, it was a little dark and damp and cold. Even though catacombs gave her the creeps, this was incredible. How many humans could do what they were doing right now?
She stopped staring up at the levels of statues. Something was in her eye again, and it wasn’t going away. Whatever it was, it was really beginning to bug her. With a sigh, she rubbed the palm of her hand against her eye.
Something trickled out through her fingers. It felt coarse and grainy.
Lily jerked her hand away from her face. There was nothing in her hand. Smooth warm flesh was beneath her fingers as she traced her finger along the area where she’d felt the stuff come from. She crouched down to the ground, but couldn’t tell if the gray rock dust was already part of the ground or if it had come from her.
“Are you okay?”
The sound of Sara’s voice made Lily start a little. She bolted up in surprise.
“Me?” she nodded. “Fine. Just had something in my eye.”
“Yeah,” Lily shined her flashlight up at the ceiling. “So…maze of the dead?”
“It’s not that bad,” Sara shrugged. “Think of your Earth’s catacombs. Except this is on a larger scale with more dead people buried in the walls.”
“Great,” Lily muttered sarcastically.
“Fine, maybe it does sound a little bad,” Sara admitted. “But at least they won’t be rising up and coming out to play. Now, can you hold out your arm?”
“Why?” Lily asked, extending the limb to Sara.
“Don’t worry,” Sara held up what seemed to be a futuristic version of a syringe that made a whining noise. “It’s only a precaution, and it won’t hurt a bit.”
She pressed the end against Lily’s bare skin. A sharp pain went through her entire arm. Lily gasped out and blinked her eyes as the pain slowly faded.
“You said it wouldn’t hurt!”
“Yeah, I lied about that,” Sara kept the end on her arm for a few more seconds. “Virus stabilizer. Now your metabolism is stabilized against radiation and any other nasty side effects that could happen once we get up the Byzantium.”
“You’re welcome,” Sara let her arm go.
Lily looked ahead at where Leonard was pacing around one of the statues. “Hey, Sara?”
“What’s future Leonard like?” she asked, keeping her voice as innocent as possible.
Sara looked somewhat surprised. “I’m sorry?”
“Come on, you know him in the future, right?”
“Leonard is Leonard,” Sara told her with a shrug. “He’s still the Doctor. That’s all you need to know.”
“So still a bit of a crook who makes snarky comments and has a heart of gold,” Lily examined one of the statues. It didn’t look like the hologram from earlier, so she ruled it out as an Angel. “Nothing seems to change then.”
Sara laughed. “We are!”
“Huh?” Leonard looked back at them.
“Talking about you,” Sara said smugly.
“I haven’t been listening,” Leonard retorted, holding a device to a statue. “Maybe you haven’t heard, but there’s an Angel on the loose.”
“Uh huh,” Sara’s expression grew even more smug. “And you’re holding it upside down.”
Leonard flipped the device over silently, not looking at them. Lily pressed her lips together to hold back a giggle.
“You’re his wife in the future, aren’t you?” she asked Sara.
“Ah, Lily,” Sara tutted. “This is an alien who has lived hundreds of years and can change his face. Can it really be that simple?”
“I don’t know,” Lily looked between them. “It’s hard not to picture you two together.”
That made Sara laugh. “You’re good, Lily.”
“But am I right?”
“You are very good,” Sara told her. “And that’s all I’m going to say about it. Now come on. We have an Angel to find.”
Leonard studied the statue in front of him carefully. It definitely didn’t look like an Angel, so he could rule it out as that. But there was something off about it. He couldn’t put his finger on it though.
A hail of gunfire broke his concentration. Lily and Sara turned toward it in surprise. Leonard abandoned the statue he’d been inspecting and ran towards its source. If one of the clerics had found the Angel, bullets wouldn’t stop it. They’d only make the Angel angrier.
However, they only arrived to see another statue that wasn’t an Angel now marred by bullet holes and a trembling cleric with a gun.
“Sorry,” he said meekly as Walter approached him. “Coulda sworn I saw it move and look at me.”
“We know what the Angel looks like,” Walter said coldly. “Does that look like the Angel?”
“No, sir, it is not,” Walter snapped, shaking his head. “According to the Doctor, we are facing an enemy of unknown power and infinite evil. So it would be good to remain calm and not go shooting your gun about just because you looked the wrong way.”
Leonard couldn’t stand to let the cleric (although he was so baby-faced Leonard could barely believe they’d let him in on this mission) take Walter’s tirade anymore. “What’s your name, kid?”
“Jason?” Lily repeated. Clearly she hadn’t been expecting that as an answer.
“It is a sacred name,” Walter told her. “We all have sacred names that are given to us in the service of the church.”
Leonard tried not to roll his eyes as he approached them. “So, sacred Jason. You’re freaked out now, aren’t you?”
Jason looked between him and Walter before nodding. “Yes, sir.”
“Don’t bother with the sir,” Leonard said. “But it’s a good thing you’re scared. If you’re scared, then you’ll be fast. Anyone who isn’t scared in this room is an idiot.”
Walter gave him a dirty look.
“Well, don’t stand around,” Leonard said to him. “There’s an Angel on the loose.”
Jason smiled briefly. Walter sighed and turned back to Leonard, Lily, and Sara.
“We’ll be moving into the maze itself in two minutes,” he instructed before turning to Jason. “Jason, stay with Damian and Tim and help them guard the approach. The rest of you, follow me.”
Jason moved aside to let them pass. Leonard offered a half smile to him as they walked by him. He hoped that Jason would make it through this. It was a slim chance, but Jason seemed like a good kid. A little trigger happy and too green for this assignment of hunting down a Weeping Angel, but still a good kid.
“The Byzantium isn’t going to cause this to collapse on top of us, right?” Lily asked him as they walked through a small tunnel build into into the rock. “I mean, didn’t you say something about a rockslide earlier?”
“I said it so you wouldn’t stick your neck out for this,” Leonard muttered.
“You don’t have to worry, Lily,” Sara assured her. “The Aplans were extremely skilled builders.”
“You know, I had dinner with their chief architect once,” Leonard told her, remembering the occasion now. “Both of them were good company.”
“Both?” Lily inquired.
“Aplans are a two headed race,” he explained, studying another statue. The nagging feeling that something was wrong came back to him. “Sara…that book you gave me. What did the last passage of it say?”
“One second,” Sara started to rummage behind him. “Here we are. What if we had ideas that could think for themselves? What if one day our dreams no longer needed us? When these things occur and are held to be true, the time will be upon us. The time of Angels.”
Leonard shined his flashlight on at the upper half of the statue before him.
Still not an Angel.
“Are we there yet?” Lily asked, knowing she probably sounded like a whiny seven year old on a long road trip.
“Not quite,” Sara said from up ahead. “There are six levels to this maze. For the Aplans, this represented the ascent of one’s soul. We’re only on level four right now.”
“I’d rather be in the Labyrinth,” she muttered. “At least that was only one level.”
“The Labyrinth is much more complicated than that,” Leonard told her. “We should stop there sometime.”
“I can only imagine what this was like at the height of Aplan civilization,” Sara murmured, swinging her light up the ceiling. Lily gazed at the columns carved right out of the rock and the intricate patterns on them.
“They were a pretty great species,” Leonard told them. “Maybe we should see them after the Labyrinth.”
“You said the Aplans were dead though,” Lily frowned, then realized what he meant. “Oh, right. Time machine.”
“Exactly,” he nodded. “But the times I met the Aplans, they were always relaxed and cheerful. I was amazed by that. If I had a second head, I’d be arguing with myself constantly.”
“Two of you would tear the other apart,” Sara murmured. “Anyone else have the feeling something’s wrong?”
Lily shook her head. Leonard, on the other hand, nodded. “Can’t figure out what yet.”
“Me neither,” Sara murmured.
Lily looked around her. She didn’t know what was making them suspicious. Clearly they found something even more stranger within a maze of creepy statues. Whatever it was, she wasn’t picking up on it. She started to look around her more as Walter took the lead of the group and continued to ignore whatever it was in her eye.
“The wreckage is only fifty feet up from where we are now,” Walter said as they walked past more statues.
“And away from these statues,” Lily muttered before something hit her. “Leonard, you said Aplans had two heads, right?”
“Lily shined her flashlight on the statue to her left. “How come all the statues have one head then?”
Leonard stopped in his tracks as Lily asked the question. It had been staring him in the face the entire time, and now he was getting it.
Sara’s eyes widened as it dawned on her too. “Oh.”
“You’re right,” Leonard muttered, shaking his head.
“How come we never realized this?” Sara muttered.
“Either it’s a low level perception filter or we’re all just idiots.”
Lily looked between them. “Wait, what’s wrong?”
“No one move,” Leonard ordered, backing away from the statue he was in front of. “Bishop, I’m sorry about this. We’ve walked right in the middle of it.”
“The middle of what?” Walter asked.
“An ambush,” Sara said. “Bishop, think about what Lily just said. If the Aplans had two heads, what’s with the statues having only one?”
Lily swallowed. “So these are not the Aplans’ then?”
“Nope,” Leonard shook his head. The statues weren’t Aplans, but he needed to be certain that they were indeed Angels.
“Everyone into that corner there,” he pointed to a spot in the room where there were no statues. “No questions. Just do as I tell you and we might just get out of this alive.”
Walter, Sara, Lily, and all the clerics followed his orders. Leonard walked backwards slowly towards them. He kept his eyes on the statues as he took his steps carefully. When he brushed back against Sara, he stopped.
“All of you shut off your lights,” he instructed.
“Do it, Walter,” Sara snapped.
One by one, the lights went out until Leonard’s was the only one remaining.
“I’m going shut mine off for a second.”
“Leonard,” Sara sounded wary beside him. “Are you sure this is going to work?”
“Only one way to find out,” he replied as he plunged them into darkness before bringing back the light.
The statues had been in different directions before, but now all of them were facing the group.
“Oh crap,” Lily said on his other side as the other members of the group turned their flashlights back on.
“They’re all Angels,” Leonard confirmed. “No one take your eyes off of them.”
He ran past one statue that was now crouched on the floor and out to the edge of a cliff. Lily and Sara were right on his tail. Shining his light down, he could see more statues on the steps they’d taken to get up here. When they’d first taken them, they hadn’t been there. Now, it would be impossible to get up without running into one.
“Every statue in here is a Weeping Angel,” he murmured. “They’re coming after us.”
“So can you tell me now what happens when they catch up to us?” Lily asked him.
“There was only one Angel on the ship, I swear,” Sara protested as the trio ran back to the clerics.
“Were the rest already here?” Lily asked her. “What if they caused the Aplans to go extinct?”
“No one knows how they died out,” Sara told her. “It’s a mystery among archaeologists.”
“I think I know how it happened now,” Leonard muttered, keeping his flashlight on the Angels.
Walter shook his head. “But they don’t look like Angels.”
Lily had to agree. The statues looked more along the lines of Grecian or Roman.
“You said they were fast, right?” Lily said to Leonard. “They don’t seem to be that fast. How fast can they get, actually?”
Leonard shook his head. “They’re in a weakened state. See how they’re crumbling and cracked? The Aplans practically sealed them in. Since Weeping Angels can’t die, they’ve been starving instead for centuries.”
It sounded like a Weeping Angel hell. Lily shined her flashlight on the face of one Angel. She couldn’t see the features on it like she had with the one in the drop ship. However, there was a long crack running down where an eye should have been. “It’s made them lose their image.”
“Not to mention their power since their image is the source of it,” Leonard added. “And since the Byzantium crashed in here, they’ve been getting that through the leaking time drive. I’m willing to bet this wasn’t an accidental crash now.”
“What was it then?” Walter asked.
“A rescue mission to restore the Angels.”
Lily watched Sara glance nervously at her, then over towards Leonard. “We all need to leave right now.”
“Agreed,” Walter pulled out a communicator. “Jason, Damian, Tim, do you read me?”
“Jason reporting, sir.”
“Jason, do you have eyes on Damian and Tim?” Walter asked. “All the statues in here are active. We need to evacuate immediately.”
“I know, sir,” Jason replied. Lily noted that he didn’t sound very scared. “Tim and Damian are dead. They were killed by the statues.”
Lily shuddered as Leonard moved over to Walter.
“Jason,” Leonard took the communicator from Walter. “This is the Doctor. Where are you now?”
“I am making my way up to you. I am homing in on your signal.”
“Something doesn’t feel right about this,” Lily said aloud to Sara.
Leonard didn’t hear her. “Told you that you’ll be fast if you’re scared.”
“What did the Angel do to your friends, Jason?”
“Snapped their necks,” Jason said emotionlessly.
“No,” Leonard seemed confused. “An Angel kills you by displacing you in time and feeding off that time energy. It needs the bodies for something then.”
Walter snatched the communicator back. “Jason, did you check for vital signs on their data packs? If there’s something, we could initiate a rescue.”
“That won’t work,” Leonard told him, taking the communicator back. “The Angels don’t care if you’re dead or alive. Jason, keep moving and tell us how you escaped.”
Lily’s eyes widened. This just got a lot creepier.
“I didn’t escape,” Jason repeated. “The Angel killed me too.”
Sara straightened up. Lily watched as Leonard looked over at her. Her eye was starting to itch again.
“Jason,” Leonard said slowly into the communicator. “What do you mean the Angel killed you too?”
“My neck was snapped. It wasn’t painless, but it was over quickly.”
“How is he talking to us?” Lily asked, and Leonard relayed the question through the communicator.
“You’re not talking with me,” Jason said. “You’re speaking to the Angel. It has no voice, so it stripped my cerebral cortex from my body, then reanimated my consciousness to communicate with you.”
“So you’re not the one coming up,” Leonard sighed. “It’s the Angel.”
“Angels. There are many of us.”
Lily groaned softly. This was getting more and more creepy by the minute.
“Enough of this,” Walter said, taking the communicator back from Leonard. “We need to get out through the wreckage and fast. The Angels will not have mercy on us.”
Sara pulled Lily along as the clerics began to start running. Leonard didn’t run, but instead started talking to Walter. Lily tried to stay, but Sara tugged her along again. They made their way across a stone bridge with her in the rear. She set her hand down on the stone for a moment and looked back before attempting to move forward.
Her arm didn’t budge. Lily looked down to see her hand had turned to stone. Grabbing her wrist with her other hand, she ran a hand over it. There was no sensation in it whatsoever.
“What are you doing?” Leonard demanded as he passed by. “The Angels are coming.”
Lily inhaled slowly. “Leonard, I can’t move.”
He stopped and backtracked to her. “Lily…”
“I can’t,” she glanced down at her hand. “Look at my hand.”
He followed her gaze. “Looks fine.”
“It’s not!” she protested. “It’s stone!”
“Lily, it’s-” he stopped. “You looked into the Angel’s eyes earlier, didn’t you?”
She nodded guiltily. “I didn’t know you weren’t supposed to until you said something.”
“Whatever. But I can tell you your hand isn’t stone. The Angel is messing with your perception. That’s flesh, not stone.”
“It’s stone!” Lily shouted. “I can’t move my hand. Nothing is messing with me. I know what I’m seeing. I even touched it and it’s stone, okay? It won’t move.”
“No, you can move it,” Leonard said. “Once you move it, then you can let go and we can run before the Angels kill us.”
He didn’t get it! How could he not see what was right in front of them? “It won’t move!”
“Not with that attitude,” he snarked as the beam of his flashlight flickered. “Lily, you have to move it. The Angels are coming, they’ll turn off the light, and there’s nothing I can do to save you. So instead of denying it, concentrate and move your hand.”
She tried, but it remained stone.
“Just save yourself,” Lily urged. “You have a future ahead of you with Sara. There’s probably more stuff in between whenever you guys met up. You know you can’t die here.”
“Time can be rewritten,” Leonard countered. “And you told me you have your stuff tomorrow. I can’t lose you to Weeping Angels, Lily.”
He looked over her shoulder. “Turn around and keep watching the Angels.”
She followed his instructions. “Now go.”
“That’s not happening,” Leonard snapped. “I am not leaving you here. I will not lose you before I’ve figured you out!”
She had no idea what he meant by that, but she continued to watch the Angels instead of turning around. “Leonard, go. You are not dying for me.”
“I’m sorry for this, Lillian.”
“Just do it, okay?” she told him, wondering if the Angels had gotten closer as the flashlight kept flickering. “There’s more people to save up there anyways.”
“Sure, but that’s not what I’m sorry for.”
A sharp pain went through the hand that was stone. Lily jerked it away with a shout. Her wrist throbbed, but it was now flesh again. She looked over to Leonard, who was holding a sort of joy buzzer.
“What did you do?”
“Minor electric shock,” Leonard said, pocketing the buzzer. “But now you see it isn’t stone, so let’s get out of here.”
“You shocked me!” she exclaimed as she whirled back around to keep watching the Angels.
“Would you rather I bit you?” he snapped back.
She sighed. “Fine, but I’m still not happy about that.”
“You’re alive, that’s all that counts right now. Go down that tunnel. It goes right to the Byzantium wreck.”
“How do you even have a joy buzzer?” Lily asked as she started backing up.
“You want to have that discussion now or later when Angels aren’t trying to kill us?”
“We’re surrounded on all sides,” one of the clerics was reporting to Walter as Leonard caught up to them. “And my torch keeps flickering.”
“So is the gravity globe,” Sara gestured upwards before turning to look at him.
“That would be the Angels,” Leonard said, studying the globe above them as it struggled to stay lit. “They’re sucking the power from everything as they get closer to us. Soon, we’ll be in the dark.”
“And we won’t be able to see them,” Walter finished. He was starting to look uneasy now.
Sara moved closer to him. “Tell me you have an idea.”
“I did when I came in here,” he replied. “It’s gone off the rails. So that means it’s time for step four.”
She shook her head. “It always comes down to step four.”
“What’s step four?” Lily asked.
Leonard smirked. “Throw the plan away.”
“We can’t go back,” Walter told them. “The Angels are blocking our passage that way. The only other way would be up, but we neglected to pack climbing equipment.”
“So we’re trapped?” one of the clerics said.
“Yes,” Sara said calmly. “But this is when he usually come up with something.”
Leonard studied the surroundings, his eyes finally landing up on the gravity globe hovering above them. It was providing light right now, but that wasn’t it’s only purpose…
“Is the Doctor there?” Jason’s voice came from Walter’s communicator.
Leonard closed his eyes as Walter passed him the communicator. Poor kid didn’t deserve to have his voice used by the Angels. He shouldn’t even have been on this mission. But he had come, and the Angels had killed him. Jason was now another person who he hadn’t been able to save.
Leonard reopened his eyes. “Angels?”
“Your power will not last much longer,” Angel Jason said as the flashlights flickered. “The Angels will be with you shortly. I’m sorry about this.”
“Because the Angels are very eager for you to know something before your end,” Angel Jason said. “I died afraid.”
Leonard frowned. “What?”
“You said that being scared would make me fast, that it was good to be afraid,” Jason’s voice said. “You were wrong. It didn’t make me fast. I died in pain and fear all by myself. You made me trust you, but you lied to me. You let me down. It’s your fault I’m dead.”
He clenched the hand not holding the communicator into a fist.
“The Angels were very keen for you to know that.”
Leonard exhaled slowly. He knew Jason’s death was his fault. The Angels were choosing to mock him about it. They wanted to make him mad, but that was a mistake. A angry Time Lord was the last person you wanted to face.
“You’re making your second mistake with that, Angels,” Leonard said. “Jason, I’m sorry I got you killed. But I will make sure the Angels pay for what you did.”
“How can you do that if you’re trapped and outnumbered?”
“Trapped, huh?” Leonard smirked. “You think you have the perfect trap, don’t you? Too bad it’s got a flaw.”
Leonard turned around to face Lily. “Do you trust me?”
She nodded. “I do.”
“What about you, Sara?” he asked, turning to the woman who would be playing a big role in his future.
Sara smiled. “After everything we’ve been through, yes.”
All the clerics looked towards Walter. The bishop turned to Leonard and nodded. “We have faith in you, sir.”
“Good,” Leonard held out his hand. “I’m going to need your gun. A sonic screwdriver won’t do this effectively.”
Walter passed the weapon to him. Leonard weighed it in his hand.
“What are you going to do with that?” Lily asked. “Will bullets stop the Angels?”
“No,” Leonard shook his head. “But when I do this, jump. I don’t care where, but jump as high as you can.”
“Sir, what are you going to do?” Walter asked.
“Just take the leap of faith on my signal.”
“What signal?” a cleric asked.
Leonard raised the gun towards the ceiling, aiming for the gravity globe. “It’s going to be hard to miss.”
“Doctor, you mentioned we made a second mistake earlier,” Angel Jason said. “The Angels want to know what the first was if our second was angering you.”
“Here’s the thing, Angels,” Leonard announced, flicking the safety off. “You’ve made a big mistake. Don’t you know there’s one thing you never put in a trap? If you have any brain cells, care about your continued existence, or even plan to see the next day, then you should know there’s one thing you never, ever put in a trap. But you went and put it in anyways.”
He fired the gun at the gravity globe. A shower of sparks went up into the air as the bullet hit it.