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Thinking back, Jedediah had been in a lot of pretty scary situations. There were many times that he had feared for his life. Things that kept him awake at night (metaphorically speaking, of course.)

Nothing had quite chilled him to the bone like Weeping Angels. He felt Octavius at his back, and the most he could do was watch the stone hands protruding out of the breaking box. Both men were trying their hardest to back up as far as possible from their angel. Their legs were tangled and Octavius' armor was digging into Jedediah's shoulder blades. Their feet clumsily moved in a circle to try and stay upright. There really wasn't a way out of this except to wait for The Doctor.

Jedediah had adopted a weird blinking technique to try and keep one eye on the angel at all times.

To say that the men were terrified was an understatement. Jedediah made a mistake, and, for the first time, realized what happens when you blink. Within that instant, the angel had moved from having only it's hands on the broken planks of the box to an entire exposed torso. Jedediah let out a less-than-manly scream and he flinched.

The angel was out of the box, hands outstreched, reaching for the cowboy. Jedediah was frozen in fear.

"DOCTOR, COME BACK!" He shouted.

He felt Octavius reach back for him. The Roman groped at his hand, but Jedediah ripped his fingers away. He heard the Roman whimper, skittering backwards.

"DOCTOR, PLEASE HELP!" Octavius cried. His eyes shut. The angel darted forward. It's hands were stone, merely a foot from the Roman's face.

But The Doctor was not returning; not yet.

Octavius was panicking. He drew his sword and frantically slashed at the angel's arm. Unfortunately, all it did was strike solid stone and bounce back at him. The lash backwards caused Octavius to become unbalanced and fall to the side. The Roman was unoccupied for a moment, unable to stare at the angels.

In the instant that it took Jedediah to leap to Octavius' side and turn around again, both angels had turned monstrous. Their faces were wide in a snarl, hands curled into cruel claws, and their wings were arched, much like a bird of prey ready to strike. Their stone dresses had frozen in mid-lunge; the men could see the motion in the folds.

The two stood up, side by side.

"How long do you think we can hold them off?" asked Octavius, tilting his head to speak to Jedediah, so that his eyes were focused on the statue. Their faces were frozen in fear.

"Not long, partner," Jedediah admitted, "We're trapped...,"

Octavius reached out and brushed the cowboy's gloves.

"Hold my hand."

Jedediah pulled his hand back. "Why??"

"Jedediah! Please. I am unsure of what these things will do if they touch us. I am clueless as to where we'll be sent. I don't know how any of this works, but if one of us gets attacked, I wish for us to go together. I'd like to at least try."

Jedediah paused, and then fumbled blindly for a moment to find Octavius' hand.

They were silent, staring at the cold, blank eyes of the stone angels.

"What happens if we go somewhere sunny?"

Another pause, and Jed squeezed Octavius' hand, as though he really didn't want to consider that.

"I hear heaven ain't that bad. And at least I got ya with me."

Neither of them wanted to consider the fact that this may very well be their last moment together: backs to the wall, hand in hand, unable to even look at each other's faces.

Jedediah reached up and threw his hat to the floor.

"Jus' in case The Doctor or Larry or someone can use that to get us," he explained.

Their eyes were tired. Octavius tightened his grip on both Jedediah's gloved hand and the hilt of his own sword.

"Keep your eyes fixed on me, Jedediah,"

"One," Jedediah stopped winking at the angel. He made peace with his possible doom. And he relished for a moment in his size.

"Two," Octavius braced himself for the end. Scenes of his life didn't flash in front of his eyes the way he expected them to.

"Three." The two tore their eyes from the angel just long enough to steal a glance at each other. That split second. The decision they'd made on their own accord. The gaze that said, quite plainly, 'Thank you for taking the time to be my friend after all I've put you through.'

And in the blink of an eye, they were gone.