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***

"Up!" the Doctor ordered. "Look up!"

Amy blinked as she stood, looking at the metal surface under her. "Are you OK?" River asked, going to her side.

"What happened?" she asked.

"We jumped."

"Jumped where?"

"Up," Jessie smiled. "Look up."

"Where are we?" Amy repeated.

"Exactly where we were," River answered.

"No, we're not!"

"Move your feet," the Doctor ordered, going for the metal hatch in the floor.

"Doctor, what am I looking at?" Amy asked in confusion. "Explain!"

"Oh, come on, Amy," the Doctor rolled his eyes. "Think! The ship crashed with the power still on, yeah? So what else is still on?"

"Artificial gravity," Jessie explained. "One good jump, and up we well. I shot out the gravity globe to give us the updraft. Ta da!"

"Doctor, the statues," Octavian said. "They look more like Angels now."

"They're feeding on the radiation from the wreckage, draining all the power from the ship, restoring themselves," the Doctor explained. "Within an hour, they'll be an army."

Jessie jerked back when the Doctor got the hatch open and a light exploded. "They're taking out the lights," she warned.

"All of you, look at them," the Doctor ordered. "Look at the Angels. Into the ship, now. Quickly, all of you!"

"How?" Amy asked, then gasped when the Doctor dropped into the hatch. "Doctor!"

"It's still a corridor," Jessie assured her. "The gravity oriented to the floor. Get in, all of you, and don't take your eyes off the Angels. Go!"

"OK, men," Octavian said as she dropped in. "Go, go, go!"

"Need help?" Jessie began to ask, then squeaked when the Doctor stopped working to give her a kiss that made her squeak. Once he was done thoroughly kissing her, she pulled back, blinking slightly. "What was that for?" she asked.

"Out of the catacombs," he smirked, making her blush and swat him.

"The Angels," Octavian cut in, even though River was snickering and Amy looking very . . . jealous, almost? "Presumably they can jump, too?"

The hatch shut, and Jessie sighed. "They don't need to jump if they're already in here. In the dark, we're done for."

"Run!" the Doctor shouted as the bulkhead down the corridor began to close.

"This whole place is a death trap!" Octavian shouted as they ran.

Jessie experimentally tried to push through the closed bulkhead, but cursed when she found out she couldn't. "No, this is a time bomb," she growled. "Well, a death trap, a time bomb, and a dead end. They always do come in threes."

"Nobody panic," the Doctor said. He just got blank looks in return. "Oh. Just me, then." He looked at River. "What's through here?"

"Secondary flight deck," she answered.

"OK, so we've basically run up inside of a chimney, yeah?" Amy asked. "So what if the gravity fails?"

"We all plunge to our deaths," Jessie deadpanned.

"The security protocols are still live," the Doctor explained. "There's no way to override them. It's impossible."

"How impossible?" River asked, working on the keypad.

"Two minutes," he answered.

Jessie eyed the hatch as it opened. "Here we go," she muttered.

"The hull is breached and the power's failing," Octavian reported.

The lights flickered, and when they turned on, a stone arm was silhouetted against the hatch. "Sir, incoming," one of the Clerics reported.

"Doctor?" Amy asked nervously. "Lights!"

With a few more flickers, four of the Weeping Angels were stationed inside, the hatch closed. "Clerics, keep watching them," Octavian ordered.

"And don't look at their eyes," the Doctor added. "Anywhere else. Not the eyes." He nodded at the controls. "I've isolated the lighting grid. They can't drain the power now."

"Good work, Doctor," Octavian praised.

"Yes," he nodded. "Good, good, good. Good in many ways. Good you like it so far."

"So far?" Amy repeated.

"Well, there's only one way to open this door. I guess I'll need to route all the power in this section through the door."

"Good," Octavian nodded. "Fine. Do it."

"That includes all of the lights," Jessie told him.

Octavian frowned. "How long for?"

"Fraction of a second?" the Doctor shrugged. "Maybe longer. Maybe quite a bit longer?"

"Maybe?"

"I'm guessing. We're being attacked by statues in a crashed ship. There isn't a manual for this."

"Doctor, we lost the torches," Amy said. "We'll be in total darkness."

"Not total," Jessie said, holding out a hand, and flames crackled across her fingertips. "It's not much, but I hope it's enough."

"No other way, Bishop," the Doctor said.

Octavian stared at them before turning and cornering River against the wall. "Doctor Song, I've lost good Clerics today. You trust these two?"

"I absolutely trust them," River confirmed.

"They're not some kind of madmen, then?"

River paused. "I absolutely trust him," she said. "I know she isn't."

"Oi!" the Doctor complained as Jessie smirked before he pushed past to get to the controls. "Excuse me."

Jessie turned to the statues, but paused when she overheard Octavian. "I'm taking your word, because you and she are the only ones who can manage this guy. But that only works so long as they don't know who you are. You cost me any more men, and I might just tell them. Understood?"

"Understood," River answered after a moment and a dirty glare.

"OK, Doctor," Octavian told him. "We've got your back."

"Bless you, Bishop," the Doctor grinned.

"Combat distance, ten feet," Octavian told the Clerics. "As soon as the lights go down, continuous fire. Full spread over the hostiles. Do not stop firing while the lights are out. Shot gun protocol. We don't have bullets to waste."

"Amy, when the lights go down, the wheel should release," the Doctor told her. "Spin it clockwise four turns."

"Ten," Amy nodded.

The Doctor blinked. "No, four. Four turns."

"Yeah, four. I heard you."

The Doctor frowned, then turned. "Ready!" he warned, putting his sonic screwdriver into the control unit.

"On my count, then," Octavian said. "God be with us all. Three, two, one. Fire!"

The lights went out, and Jessie held out her hand, the flames still in it, crackling to reveal the Weeping Angels approaching. The Clerics started firing, trying to stop them. "Turn!" the Doctor ordered.

"Doctor, it's opening!" Amy grinned. "It's working!"

The bulkhead opened slightly, and the Doctor turned. "Fall back!" he ordered.

The Clerics went through first, along with Amy and River, then Jessie jumped through. The Doctor followed, then closed the bulkhead.

"Doctor, Bad Wolf! Quickly!" River shouted from the next flight deck.

"Doctor!" Amy called.

Jessie grabbed the Doctor's hand, and they phased through the closing doors. The Doctor ran right for the controls as Jessie kept an eye on the door. "Doctor? What are you doing?" Amy asked.

Octavian put a small device on the door, and the wheel stopped turning. "Magnetized the door," he answered. "Nothing could turn that wheel now."

"Wait for it," Jessie told him.

The wheel started turning again, and Octavian stared in horror. "Dear God!"

"Now you're getting it," the Doctor complimented. "You've bought us time, though. That's good. I'm good with time."

"The other one!" Jessie shouted as the other door's wheel began to turn.

"Seal that door!" Octavian ordered. "Seal it now!"

"We're surrounded," River said as another door's wheel began to turn.

"Seal it," Octavian ordered. "Seal that door. Doctor, how long have we got?"

"Five minutes, max," the Doctor answered.

"Nine," Amy nodded.

He frowned at her. "Five."

"Five," she nodded quickly. "Right. Yeah."

"Why'd you say nine?"

Amy frowned. "I didn't."

"We need another way out of here," River interrupted.

"There isn't one," Octavian shook his head.

"Yeah, there is," the Doctor nodded. "'Course there is! This is a galaxy class ship. Goes for years between planet falls. So, what do they need?"

River's eyes lit up. "Of course!"

"Of course what?" Amy blinked. "What do they need?"

"Can we get in there?" Octavian asked.

"Well, it's a sealed unit, but they must have installed it somehow," the Doctor answered, working on the console. "This whole wall should slide up. There's clamps. Release the clamps."

"What's through there?" Amy asked. "What do they need?"

"They need to breathe," River answered.

Jessie whistled as the wall slid up to reveal - "That's a nice forest."

"But that's . . . " Amy gaped. "That's a - "

"It's an oxygen factory," River told her.

"It's a forest."

"Yes, I'm sure I just said that," Jessie folded her arms. "And it's an oxygen factory. It's both."

"And if we're lucky, an escape route," the Doctor added.

"Eight," Amy nodded.

River blinked, looking at her. "What did you say?"

"Nothing," Amy frowned.

"Is there another exit?" the Doctor asked the Clerics. "Scan the architecture. We don't have time to get lost in there."

"On it," Octavian nodded. "Stay where you are until I've checked the Rad levels."

"But trees on a spaceship?" Amy asked.

"Oh, more than trees," the Doctor grinned. "Way better than trees. You're going to love this. Treeborgs!"

"Treeborgs?" Jessie echoed, raising an eyebrow.

"Treeborgs!" he nodded. "Trees plus technology. Branches become cables become sensors on the hull. A forest sucking in starlight, breathing out air. It even rains! There's a whole min-climate! This vault is an ecopod running right through the heart of the ship. A forest in a bottle on a spaceship in a maze. Have I impressed you yet, Amy Pond?"

"Seven," Amy nodded with a grin.

The Doctor blinked. "Seven?"

"Sorry, what?"

"You said seven."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did," River told her.

"Doctor?" Octavian called. "There's an exit far end of the ship, into the Primary Flight Deck."

"Oh, good," the Doctor smiled. "That's where we need to go."

"Plotting a safe path now."

"Quick as you like."

"Doctor?" Bob's voice called. "Excuse me? Hello, Doctor? Angel Bob here, sir."

"Ah," the Doctor grinned, taking the walkie-talkie. "There you are, Angel Bob. How's life?"

"Doctor," Jessie warned.

He winced. "Sorry. Bad subject."

"The Angels are wondering what you hope to achieve," Bob said.

"Achieve?" the Doctor looked around. "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?"

"We have no need of comfy chairs."

He grinned. "I made him say comfy chairs!"

"Six," Amy grinned back.

The Doctor straightened from where he sat. "OK, Bob, enough chat. Here's what I want to know: what have you done to Amy?"

"There is something in her eye," Bob answered.

"What's in her eye?"

"We are."

"What's he talking about?" Amy frowned. "Doctor, I'm five." Everyone gaped at her. "I mean, five." She shook her head desperately, eyes wide. "Fine! I'm fine!"

"You're counting," River breathed to her.

"Counting?"

"You're counting down from ten," the Doctor told her. "You have been for a couple of minutes."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"Well, counting down to what?"

"I don't know!"

"We shall take her," Bob answered. "We shall take all of you. We shall have dominion over all time and space."

"That would really suck," Jessie rubbed her forehead.

"Get a life, Bob," the Doctor began to say, then he squeaked and winced when Jessie headslapped him this time. "Oops. Sorry. Again. There's power on this ship, but nowhere near that much."

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

River cringed when a loud and shuddering screech rang out through the deck. "What's that? Dear God, what is it?"

"They're back," Octavian guessed.

"It's hard to put in your terms, Doctor Song, but as best I understand it, the Angels are laughing," Bob answered.

"Laughing?" the Doctor echoed.

"Because you haven't noticed yet, sir. The Doctor in the TARDIS hasn't noticed!"

Jessie turned when she saw bright light out of the corner of her eye, and she narrowed both of them at the familiar crack above the bulkhead that was widening. "Like that."

"That's . . . " Amy gaped. "That's . . . that's like the crack from my bedroom wall from when I was a little girl!"

"Yes," the Doctor nodded. "Two parts of space and time that should never have touched."

"OK, enough," Octavian decided. "We're moving out."

"Agreed," River nodded. "Doctor? Bad Wolf?"

"Yeah, fine," the Doctor answered, scanning the crack with his sonic screwdriver.

"What are you doing?"

"Right with you!"

"We're not leaving without you!"

"Yes, you are," Jessie told her. "Bishop?"

"Miss Pond, Doctor Song, now!" Octavian told her, shepherding his Clerics through.

"Doctor?" Amy asked nervously.

"Come on!" River told her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into the forest.

"So, what are you?" the Doctor asked, looking at the readings. "Oh, that's bad. Ah . . . that's extremely very not good."

"Double extremely very not good," Jessie warned.

The Doctor looked around to see her staring at Weeping Angels all around them. "Do not blink," he told her.

"Am I blinking?"

The Doctor yelped when one of the Angels grabbed the back of his jacket, and another snagged Jessie's coat. "Why are we not dead then?" he asked.

"That's why," Jessie nodded at the Angels reaching for the crack.

"Good, and not so good," the Doctor nodded, working with his jacket. "Oh, this isn't even a little bit good. I mean, is that it? Is that the power that brought you here? That's pure Time Energy. You can't feed on that! That's now power, that's the fire at the end of the universe. I'll tell you something else - "

Jessie shot at the Angel holding her, and they ran into the forest, their jackets gone. "Don't let him talk!" she laughed over her shoulder.

***

"Amy, what's wrong?" River asked as Amy swayed.

"Four," she mumbled, sinking to lie down on a tree trunk.

"Med scanner, now!" River ordered.

"Doctor Song, we can't stay here," Octavian told her. "We've got to keep moving."

"We wait for the Doctor and the Bad Wolf," River insisted.

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

"Father Octavian," she glared, "when the Doctor and the Bad Wolf are in the room, your one mission and only mission is to keep them alive enough to get everyone else home. And trust me, it's not easy. Now, if they're dead back there, I'll never forgive myself. And if they're alive, I'll never forgive him." She paused. "And you both are standing right behind me, aren't you?"

"Yep," Jessie popped the "p" as they walked up, their coats gone.

River rolled her eyes. "I hate you."

"No, you don't," she grinned, making River smile as well.

"Bishop, the Angels are in the forest," the Doctor warned.

"We need visual contact on every line of approach," Octavian ordered the Clerics.

"How did you get past them?" River asked.

"I found a crack in the wall and told them it was the end of the universe," the Doctor shrugged.

"What was it?" Amy mumbled.

"The end of the universe," Jessie deadpanned.

"Let's have a look, then," the Doctor said, checking the med scanner.

"So, what's wrong with me?"

"Nothing," River assured her. "You're fine."

The Doctor blinked at the readings. "Everything. You're dying!"

He squeaked again when Jessie punched him in the shoulder. "Doctor!" she scolded.

"Yes, you're right," he rolled his eyes. "If we lie to her, she'll get all better."

"Fair enough."

"Right. Amy, Amy, Amy. What's the matter with Amelia? Something's in her eye. What does that mean? does it mean anything?"

"Doctor?" Amy rasped.

"Busy!"

"Scared."

"'Course you're scared, you're dying! Shut up!"

"She stared at the Angel, remember?" Jessie said. "She looked into the eyes of an Angel for too long. What did the book say?"

"The image of an Angel is an Angel," Amy whispered.

The Doctor's eyes widened. "A living mental image in a living human mind," he realized. "But we stare at them to stop them getting closer. We don't even blink, and that is exactly what they want. Because as long as our eyes are open, they can climb inside. There's an Angel in her mind."

"Three," Amy said hoarsely, and Jessie checked her eyes, seeing an Angel in one of them. "Doctor, it's coming. I can feel it. I'm going to die."

"Please just shut up," the Doctor told her, much more calmly this time. "I'm thinking. Now, counting. What's that about?" He held up the walkie-talkie. "Bob, why are they making her count?"

"To make her afraid, sir."

"OK, but why? What for?"

"For fun, sir."

The Doctor held up the walkie-talkie, and Jessie fired her blaster at it, disintegrating it. "Doctor?" Amy asked. "What's happening to me? Explain."

"Inside your head, in the vision centers of your brain, there's an Angel," he answered. "It's like there's a screen, a virtual screen inside your mind, and the Angel is climbing out of it, and it's coming to shut you off."

"Then what do I do?"

"If it was a real screen, what would we do? We'd pull the plug. We've got to pull the plug. Starve the Angel."

"Doctor, she's got seconds," River warned, checking the scanner.

"How would you starve your lungs?" Jessie suggested.

The Doctor blinked. "I'd stop breathing," he realized, dropping to his knees by Amy. "Amy, close your eyes," he told her.

"No," she whimpered. "No, I don't want to!"

"Good, because that's not you, that's the Angel inside you. It's afraid. Do it. Close your eyes."

Amy swallowed, then closed her eyes. The scanner turned from red to green, and River beamed. "She's normalizing," she reported. "Oh, you did it. You did it!"

"Sir!" one of the Clerics called. "Two more incoming!"

"Three more over here," another one said.

"Still weak," Jessie shook her head. "It's too dangerous to move her."

"So can I open my eyes now?" Amy asked.

"Amy, listen to me," the Doctor told her. "If you open your eyes now for more than a second, you will die. The Angel is still inside you. We haven't stopped it, we've just sort of paused it. You've used up your countdown. You cannot open your eyes."

"Doctor, we're too exposed here," Octavian said. "We have to move on."

"We're too exposed everywhere," Jessie told him.

"And Amy can't move," the Doctor added. "And anyway, that's not the plan."

"There's a plan?" River asked.

"I don't know yet," the Doctor shrugged. "I haven't finished talking." Jessie snickered as he jumped to his feet. "Right! Father, you and your Clerics, you're going to stay here, look after Amy. If anything happens to her, I'll hold every single one of you personally responsible, twice. River, Bad Wolf, you and me, we're going to find the Primary Flight Deck, which is - " He licked his finger, then held it up. "A quarter of a mile straight ahead, and from there ,we're going to stabilize the wreckage, stop the Angels, and cure Amy."

"How?" River asked.

"I'll do a thing."

"What thing?"

"I don't know. It's a thing in progress. Respect the thing. Move out!"

"Doctor, I'm coming with you," Octavian spoke up as the Clerics took up positions. "My Clerics'll look after Miss Pond. These are my best men. They'd lay down their lives in her protection."

"I don't need you," the Doctor shook his head.

"I don't care," he countered. "Where Doctor Song goes, I go."

"What, you two engaged or something?"

"Yes, in a manner of speaking. Marco, you're in charge till I get back."

"Sir," the Cleric nodded.

"Exchange," Jessie suggested. "I'll stay, Octavian goes instead."

"No!" the Doctor blurted, turning to her.

She rolled her eyes. "I can keep you updated on Amy easier that way," she reminded him, tapping the side of her head.

"We don't know the limits of the metacrisis," he told her, not seeing River swallow hard and close her eyes.

"Well, then we can start now," she told him. "Doctor, go."

"Doctor?" Amy begged. "Please, can't I come with you?"

"You'd slow us down, Miss Pond," Octavian told her.

"I don't want to sound selfish, but you'd really speed me up."

"You'll be safer here," the Doctor told her. "No one's safer than anyone protected by the Bad Wolf. I'll be back for you as soon as I can, I promise."

"You always say that."

"I always come back for my wife," he told her bluntly, not seeing Jessie blush or River smile fondly. "Good luck, everyone. behave. Do not let that girl open her eyes. And keep watching the forest. Stop those Angels advancing. Amy, later. Angel - " Everyone turned around desperately except River, trying to find it, but the Doctor just kissed Jessie. "Stay safe," he told her. "Let me know if the metacrisis kicks in." She smiled and nodded. "River, going to need your computer."

"Yeah," Amy mumbled, a prick of jealousy in her stomach that she wasn't the one the Doctor called angel. "Later."

Jessie walked up to a few of the Clerics, the Doctor starting to walk off, before he ran back to crouch in front of Amy. "Amy, you need to start trusting me," he whispered to her. "It's never been more important."

"But you don't always tell me the truth."

"If I always told you the truth, I wouldn't need you to trust me."

"Doctor, the crack in my wall. How can it be here?"

"I don't know yet," he admitted. "But I'm working that out. Now, listen. Remember what I told you when you were seven?"

"What did you tell me?"

He swallowed. "No. No, that's not the point." He kissed her on the forehead. "You have to remember."

"Remember what?" Amy asked, but the man just ran off. "Doctor? Doctor!"

"Shh," Jessie whispered, sitting on the trunk next to her, putting an arm around her shoulder, feeling the girl shiver. "It'll be all right."

***

"What's that?" River asked as the Doctor put his sonic screwdriver into her computer.

"Er, readings from a crack in the wall," he answered.

"How can a crack in the wall be the end of the universe?"

"Don't know, but here's what I think: one day, there's going to be a very big bang. So big every moment in history, past and future, will crack."

"Is that possible?" River gaped. "How?"

"How can you be engaged, in a manner of speaking?"

"Well, sucker for a man in uniform," she grinned, but it seemed tense.

"Doctor Song's in my personal custody," Octavian cut in. "I released her from the Stormcage Containment Facility four days ago, and I am legally responsible for her until she's accomplished her mission and earned her pardon."

"You were in Stormcage?" the Doctor blinked, looking at River. All he got out of her was a glare going to Octavian.

River blinked, looking at the computer when it beeped. "What? What is that?"

"The date," the Doctor answered. "The date of the explosion, where the crack begins."

"And for those of us who can't read the base code of the universe?"

The Doctor's eyes widened at the date: 26/06/2018. "Amy's time," he whispered.

***

"So, what's happening?" Amy asked. "Anything happening out there?"

"The Angels are still grouping," Marco answered as the lights began to flicker. "Are you getting this, too?"

"The trees?" another Cleric said. "Yeah."

"What's wrong with the trees?" Amy asked.

"Here too, sir," another Cleric said. "They're ripping the Treeborgs apart."

"And here," another Cleric said. "They're taking out the lights."

"What is it?" Amy asked. "What's happening?" She turned in the general direction the Bad Wolf was sitting. "Tell me!" she begged. "I can't see!"

"I've said something like this before, but I don't think I've said this specifically," she answered. "The trees are going out."

***

"It doesn't open it from here, but it's the Primary Flight Deck," Octavian said, pointing at the hatch in the wall. "This has got to be a service hatch or something."

"Hurry up and open it," River told her. "Time's running out."

The Doctor blinked, looking at her. "What?" he asked. "What did you say? Time's running out. Is that what you said?"

"Yeah. I just meant - "

"I know what you meant," he cut her off. "Hush. But what if it could?"

"What if what could?"

"Time," he answered. "What if time could run out?"

"Got it!" Octavian called.

***

"Angels advancing, sir!" one of the Clerics called.

"Over here again!"

"Weapons primed," Marco ordered. "Combat distance five feet. wait for it."

"What is it?" Amy asked nervously.

"It's OK," Jessie told her. "Just stay . . . calm . . . what the hell?!"

Marco frowned, looking around as bright light flooded the forest. "The ship's not on fire, is it?"

"It can't be," one of the Clerics shook his head. "The compressors would have taken care of it." He blinked. "Marco, the Angels have gone. Where'd they go?"

"What, the Angels?" Amy asked.

"This side's clear, too, sir," one of the other Clerics said.

"The Angels have gone?" Jessie asked.

"There's still movement out there, but away from us now," Marco frowned in confusion. "It's like they're running."

"Running from what?" Amy asked.

Marco nodded towards where the bright light began. "Phillip, Crispin, need to get a closer look at that."

"No," Jessie said firmly. "Octavian said to stay here, and that's what we're going to do."

Marco frowned. "No offense meant, ma'am, but - "

"No," she repeated, standing up and walking up to him. "I don't care if you're a Cleric or whatever, but my husband and I have never followed the rules. Octavian has taken orders from both of us, so you take them from me as well. Every single one of us stays here, because who's going to be the first to admit it?"

"Admit what, ma'am?" Crispin asked.

She nodded at the light. "Whatever that thing is, it's making us feel sick?"

***

"Cracks," the Doctor muttered to himself, completely ignoring the two in camouflage working on the hatch. "Cracks in time. Time running out . . . no, it couldn't be. Couldn't be! But how is a duck pond a duck pond if there aren't any ducks? And she didn't recognize the Daleks . . . OK, time can shift. Time can change. Time can be rewritten . . . " He blinked. "Ah. Oh!"

***

"It does," Marco breathed.

"It's like a curtain of energy, and it's making us feel sick," Jessie nodded. "All of you, stay here."

"Yes, ma'am," the Clerics answered.

"And you think it scared the Angels?" Amy asked.

"What could scare those things?" the currently unnamed Cleric asked.

"What's your name?" Jessie asked.

"Pedro, ma'am," he answered with a small salute.

She nodded. "Well, Pedro, I think I have an answer." She pointed over her shoulder. "That thing could scare them . . . and what are you doing?" she asked Amy as she tried to move.

"Point me at the light," she said.

"You can't open your eyes!" Marco told her.

"I can't open them for more than a second, that's what the Doctor said," she said. "Still got a bit of countdown left."

"Amy, that's not a good idea," Jessie began.

"I need to see it," Amy insisted. "Am I looking the right way? I have to be quick."

Jessie looked at the Clerics. "Phillip? Crispin?" The two Clerics helped Amy move to the light. "OK, Amy, this needs to be quick."

Amy nodded, taking a deep breath, before she slowly opened her eyes to look. "It's the same shape," she breathed. "It's the crack in my wall!"

"Close your eyes, now," Jessie ordered.

"It's following me!" she cried, dropping to her knees, making Jessie run over. "How can it be following me?!"

"Are you OK?" Jessie asked worriedly, putting a hand over her eyes.

"Yeah," Amy whimpered. "It was the same shape."

"Which means this is very bad," Jessie said, looking at the Clerics. "Trust me now?"

"Absolutely, ma'am," Marco nodded.

"Right. So, it's Marco, Phillip, Pedro, and Crispin, yes?"

"Yes, ma'am," Marco saluted. "Names of the Church."

"Now, there's something I need to say to all four of you." They shuffled nervously, but she just grinned. "Nice to meet you."

Despite her predicament, Amy burst out laughing, making the Clerics grin as well.

Jessie might act like a soldier, but she still had the ability to make them laugh during a difficult time.

***

"Doctor Song, get through, now," Octavian told River, and she nodded, slipping into the hatch. "Doctor? Doctor!"

"Time can be unwritten," he realized, turning to look at him. "It's been happening all around me, and I haven't even noticed!"

"Doctor, we have to move," Octavian began.

"The CyberKing. A giant CyberKing walks over all of Victorian London, and no one remembers!"

"We have to move it! The Angels could be here any second!"

"Never mind the Angels, there's worse here than Angels."

"I beg to differ, sir."

The Doctor blinked, turning to see an Angel had its arm around Octavian's throat. "Let him go," he ordered.

"Well, it can't let me go, sir, can it?" Octavian pointed out. "Not while you're looking at it."

"I can't stop looking at it. It'll kill you!"

"It's going to kill me anyway. Think it through. There's no way out of this. You have to leave me."

"Can't you wriggle out?"

"No, it's too tight. You have to leave me, sir. There's nothing you can do."

The Doctor shook his head, putting his hands on his shoulders, intending to shake some sense into him -

When Octavian suddenly stumbled through the Angel's arm, the Angel unmoving. He blinked, gaping. "What?!"

Octavian looked startled as well. "Sir, what was that?"

The Doctor shook his head warily before his eyes widened, remembering a vital conversation he and his wife had had back on their honeymoon.

"First of all, our blood mixed together. I think that's why, on the Titanic, you could control time. While it's not as strong as a full Time Lord's ability to control it, I think you have a strong grasp on it."

"Does that mean you might have some of my mutations?"

"I'm not willing to see if I do. But, maybe."

"Oh, that's brilliant," he grinned. "Oh, that is incredible!"

"Sir?" Octavian asked in confusion.

"My wife," he grinned. "Let's go!"

Octavian took a deep breath, looking at the Angel as they backed up towards the hatch, before he put his hand on his shoulder. "Sir, before we go . . . listen to me. It's important. You can't trust her."

The Doctor blinked, looking up at him. "My wife? 'Course I can trust her!"

"No, not her," Octavian shook his head. It was one of the reasons why he'd been worried about River being on this mission. He didn't trust her, especially when she had said who she wanted to bring in. Because what she would do, who she would do it to . . . if the Doctor knew, he wouldn't help them at all, no matter what his wife said. He could at least give him this warning, and hope he figured it out later. "River Song. You think you know her, but you don't. You don't understand who or what she is."

"Then tell me."

"I've told you more than I should."

"Then tell me why she was in Stormcage."

Octavian took a deep breath. He could give the man this, too. "She killed an amazing person," he answered. "A good woman. A hero to many. And through her death, it destroyed the man she loved most. They were heroes to everyone."

The Doctor narrowed her eyes. Oh, Octavian knew he was starting to get it now. "Who?"

"You don't want to know, sir. You really don't."

"Who did she kill?" the Doctor insisted.

"Sir, the Angels are coming," Octavian told him. "We have best leave."

The Doctor frowned, then ducked into the hatch. Octavian climbed in after him, and they shut the grate before crawling after River. "There's a teleport," she said, working at the console. "If I can get it to work, we can beam the others here." She frowned, looking up. "What took you so long?"

"Bit of a problem with the Angels," the Doctor answered. "And there's a bit of one with that teleport, too. You're wasting your time. I'm going to need your communicator."

***

"Any time now, dear," Jessie grumbled.

As if on cue, the communicator on Marco's belt turned on. "Bad Wolf?" the Doctor asked. "Bad Wolf? Amy? Clerics, is that you?"

"We're here, sir," Marco answered, taking up the comm. "All of us, safe."

"Doctor, did you figure out what that light was?" Jessie asked.

"Time running out," the Doctor answered. "I'm sorry, Amy, I made a mistake. I should never have left you there."

"Then tell us what we do now," Jessie told him.

"You come to us. The Primary Flight Deck, the other end of the forest."

"Tell us how to get there, sir," Marco requested.

"Turn on the spot."

Marco blinked. "Repeat that, sir?"

"Just do it. Turn on the spot. When the communicator sounds like my screwdriver, that means you're facing the right way." Marco turned, and when the buzz sounded, he paused. "Follow the sound. You have to start moving, now. There's Time Energy spilling out of that crack, and you have to stay ahead of it."

"But the Angels are everywhere, sir," Pedro said.

"I'm sorry, I really am, but the Angels can only kill you."

"What does the Time Energy do?" Jessie asked.

"Just keep moving!"

She took Amy's arm and started following Marco, the other Clerics surrounding them as they moved. "Tell us, will you?"

He sighed. "If the Time Energy catches up with you, you'll never have been born. It will erase every moment of your existence. You will never have lived at all." The Clerics all swallowed hard. If they'd gone towards the light, that would have been them. If the Bad Wolf hadn't stopped them . . . well, they wouldn't be there right now. "Now, Amy, keep your eyes shut, and all of you, keep moving."

***

"It's never going to work," River warned.

"What else have you got?" the Doctor snapped angrily. "River! Tell me!"

Octavian looked up as a clang rang through. "What's that, sir?" he asked.

"The Angels running from the fire," the Doctor answered. "They came here to feed on the Time Energy. Now it's going to feed on them." He lifted the communicator up. "You lot, listen to me. I'm sending a bit of software to your communicator. It's a proximity detector. It'll beep if there's something in your way. This is important. The forest is full of Angels. Bad Wolf, keep Amy walking like she can see."

"That Time Energy, what's it going to do?" River asked.

"Er . . . keep eating."

"Then how do we stop it?" Octavian asked.

"Feed it."

"Feed it what?"

"A big, complicated space time event should shut it up for a while."

"Like what, for instance?" River wondered.

"Like me for instance!" the Doctor shouted.

***

"Angels incoming, ma'am," Crispin warned.

Jessie tensed, wrapping an arm around Amy. "Keep an eye on them," she ordered. "Marco, keep walking."

"Yes, ma'am."

The Clerics aimed their guns as the Angels started to emerge from the forest. Amy suddenly tripped with a yelp, startling Jessie enough that she was pulled down as well. The Clerics all turned to them to check on them, and the Angels started to move -

Jessie squeaked in surprise when suddenly there was a metal floor under their feet. "Holy mother of Odin!"

"Don't open your eyes!" River warned Amy, grabbing her as the Clerics blinked. "You're on the Flight Deck. The Doctor's here. I teleported you." She smirked at the Doctor. See? Told you I could get it working."

"River Song, I could bloody kiss you!" the Doctor cheered, running to hug Jessie.

River made a face. "That's sissy's job."

An alarm went off around them, and Octavian frowned. "What's that, sir?"

"The Angels are draining the last of the ship's power, which means the shield's going to release," the Doctor answered. The bulkhead into the forest rose up, and the Clerics took aim at the multitude of Angels in front of them. "Angel Bob, I presume?""

"The Time Field is coming," Bob's voice answered. "It will destroy our reality."

"Yeah, and look at you all, running away. What can I do for you?"

"There is a rupture in time. The Angels calculate that if you throw yourself into it, it will close, and they will be saved."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Could do, could do that. But why?"

"Your friends will also be saved."

" . . . well, there is that."

"I've traveled in time," River cut in quickly, looking at Jessie, knowing that if the Doctor went in, Jessie would be right behind him. "I'm a complicated space time event, too. Throw me in."

"Oh, be serious," the Doctor rolled his eyes. "Compared to me, these Angels are more complicated than you, and it would take every one of them to amount to me. So get a grip."

"Doctor, I can't let you do this!"

"No, seriously, get a grip."

"You're not going to die here!"

Jessie grinned, turning to the Clerics. "Men? If you'll all get a grip?"

Octavian stared at her before his eyes lit up in realization. "You two are geniuses," he breathed, grabbing onto one of the handles on a console nearby. Crispin, Phillip, and Pedro grabbed the wheels on the doors, and Jessie and Marco grabbed the other console handles.

"Sir, the Angels need you to sacrifice yourself now," Bob said.

"Thing is, Bob, the Angels are draining all the power from this ship," the Doctor said casually. "Every last bit of it. And you know what? I think they've forgotten where they're standing. I think they've forgotten the gravity of the situation. Or, to put it another way, Angels - "

River clenched Amy's hand on the console handle. "You hold on tight and don't you let go for anything," she ordered.

The Doctor grinned. "Night night!"

Jessie held on tightly as the gravity failed, and her feet were lifted off the floor. Octavian and Marco held on with her, the other Clerics hanging on tightly to the door wheels. She could hear stone crumbling, and then with a rush, gravity came back, and she slammed into the console. "OW!" she shouted.

Everyone around her burst out laughing, and she grumbled.

Why was she always the one to lighten the situation?

***

"Ah," Amy complained where she was huddled in a blanket, the Doctor attending to her as Jessie talked with the Clerics. "Bruised everywhere."

"Me, too," the Doctor smirked.

"You didn't have to climb out with your eyes shut!"

"Neither did you," he pointed out. "I kept saying, the Angels all fell into the Time Field. The Angel in your memory never existed. It can't harm you now."

"Then why do I remember it at all?"

"You're a time traveler now, Amy. It changes the way you see the universe, forever. Good, isn't it?"

Amy smiled. "And the crack? Is that gone, too?"

"Yeah, for now," the Doctor sighed. "But the explosion that caused it is still happening. Somewhere out there, somewhere in time."

He walked over to River, who smirked and held up her handcuffed wrists. "You. Me. Handcuffs. Must it always end this way?"

"What now?" he asked.

"The prison ship's in orbit," she answered. "They'll beam me up any second. I might have done enough to earn a pardon this time. We'll see."

The Doctor took a deep breath. "Octavian said you killed someone."

River's gaze hardened. "Yes, I did."

"A good woman."

"A very good woman," she agreed. "And utterly destroyed her husband after it. She was the only one who ever understood me. And then . . . " She shrugged, biting her lip.

"Who?" the Doctor asked, narrowing his eyes.

"It's a long story, Doctor," River said. "It can't be told, it has to be lived. No sneak previews." She tilted her head. "Well . . . except for this one." She winked. "You'll see me again quite soon, when the Pandorica opens."

"The Pandorica?" the Doctor repeated before snorting. "Ha! That's a fairytale!"

"Doctor, aren't we all?" River grinned. "I'll see you there."

"I look forward to it," the Doctor smiled.

"I remember it well."

"Bye, River," Amy waved.

"See you, Amy," River nodded before looking down when her handcuffs beeped. "Oh. I think that's my ride."

"Can I trust you, River Song?" the Doctor had to ask.

"If you like," River grinned. "Ha! But where's the fun in that?"

The Doctor grinned as well as she was beamed away.

***

"Doctor Song is going, and so must we," Octavian told Jessie as they prepared to leave. "I cannot thank you enough for saving my men."

"No one ever deserves to be forgotten," Jessie smiled warmly at the Clerics. "Especially such good men as yours."

Octavian smiled before taking a deep breath. "Bad Wolf." She raised an eyebrow. "If I can make one request?"

"Shoot," she answered.

"Do not trust River Song."

Jessie frowned. "Why not?"

Octavian shook his head. "She killed two very good people," he told her. "Two amazing heroes. One was killed, the other one utterly destroyed without her." Jessie swallowed. "Please. Do not trust River Song."

"I'll keep that in mind," she nodded slowly. "Good luck, Father."

"And you, ma'am," Octavian nodded, backing up.

"Thanks, boys," Jessie grinned at the Clerics.

"Yes, ma'am," they answered, saluting.

Jessie saluted back as the Clerics were teleported away, and she walked back over to the Doctor and Amy. She tilted her head, looking at the Doctor. "What are you thinking?"

"Time can be rewritten," he answered.

"Well, I'm thinking I need a new coat and a shower," she said bluntly, heading into the TARDIS.

The Doctor grinned. "You do that."

She smiled and left her blaster on the console, heading off further into the TARDIS. The Doctor started flipping levers, ready to leave, when Amy took a deep breath and said, "I want to go home."

The Doctor blinked, looking at her in surprise. "OK."

"No!" Amy blurted, shaking her head quickly. "Not like that. I just . . . I just want to show you something. You're running from River. I'm running, too."

***

The Doctor was still staring at the wedding dress hanging from Amy's wardrobe door five minutes after he first started staring. "Well!" he finally managed to say.

"Yeah," Amy grinned.

"Blimey!"

"I know! This is the same night we left, yeah?"

The Doctor checked his watch. "We've only been gone five minutes."

Amy picked up her ring box from her bedside table and opened it, smiling at her engagement ring. "I'm getting married in the morning."

"Why did you leave it here?"

"Why did I leave my engagement ring when I ran away with a strange man the night before my wedding?" she countered.

"Yeah," he hummed.

Amy frowned. "Hmm," she said, sitting down next to him. "You really are an alien, aren't you?"

I would have thought that was obvious, he thought. "Who's the lucky fellow?" he asked instead.

"You met him."

"Ah, the good looking one! Or the other one?" He mimed a nose.

Amy glared at him. "The other one!" she hissed, shoving him in the arm.

"Well, he was good, too."

"Thanks." Amy smiled. "So, do you comfort a lot of people on the night before their wedding?"

"Why would you need comforting?"

"I nearly died. I was surrounded by friends, yes, but it felt like I was alone, in the dark, and I nearly died. And it made me think . . . " She eyed him.

"Well, yes, natural," the Doctor nodded. "I think sometimes. Well, lots of times."

Amy did her best to keep from rolling her eyes. "About what I want. About who I want." She smiled suggestively. "You know what I mean?"

"Yeah," the Doctor nodded before pausing and shaking his head. "No."

"About who - " She looked him over. "I want."

"Oh, right, yeah," he nodded again before pausing and again shaking his head. "No, still not getting it."

Amy sighed. "Doctor, in one word. In one very simple word even you can understand . . . "

The Doctor quickly pushed her off when she dried to climb on top of him and kiss him. "No!" he shouted, jumping over the end of the bed. "You're getting married in the morning!"

"Well, the morning's a long time away," Amy shrugged, sliding off the bed and stalking over to him. "What are we going to do about that?"

"Amy, listen to me," the Doctor told her, pulling up his braces when she tried to slide them off. "I am nine hundred and seven years old! Do you understand what that means?"

"It's been a while?" Amy suggested, pinning him to the TARDIS.

"No!" he shouted, trying to push her away, even though she kept coming at him. "Amy, I'm married! I'm nine hundred and seven, and look at me! I don't age, I just change! You get older, I don't, and this can't ever work!"

"She wouldn't know," Amy smirked, managing to just barely kiss him -

Only to gasp as she was shoved back onto the bed. "But I would!" the Doctor yelled at her, glaring at her harder than he'd glared at anyone. Oh, he'd been furious when anyone flirted with Jessie, but she'd brushed it off easily. Amy, though, kept coming at him. He suspected it had to do with the idea she'd never even known they were married until a few hours ago, but still, to know that she would still come after him, ask him to have a one night stand, when her wedding was just hours away . . . no. That was too far. As if he would ever betray his wife, anyway! "I would never, ever betray her," he snarled at her, seeing her eyes wide. "And you're getting married in the morning!" He paused, realizing. "In the morning . . . " His eyes flickered to the clock on the table.

"Doctor?" Amy asked, a bit scared. He'd gone from threatening to thoughtful in a span of a few seconds.

"It's you," he told her. "It's all about you. Everything. It's about you."

Amy grinned, taking that absolutely the wrong way. "Hold that thought," she smirked, lying back suggestively on her bed.

"Amy Pond," he shook his head. "Mad, impossible, Amy Pond. I don't know why, I have no idea, but quite possibly, the single most important thing in the history of the universe is that I get you sorted out right now."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you!" Amy rolled her eyes.

"Come on," the Doctor told her, grabbing her arm way too tightly and pulling her to the TARDIS.

"Doctor!" Amy called, still flirty.

He just shoved her inside, not caring at all that she nearly tripped and fell, and he took one last look at Amy's clock as the time clicked over. 12:00 am, 6/26.

"And for those of us who can't read the base code of the universe?"

"Amy's time."

He shook his head and closed the door, hoping to every God that existed that Jessie didn't have any idea about what just happened.

Because if she did . . . Amy was going to be in a black hole very soon.

And depending on what happened inside the TARDIS . . . he might help Jessie do the piloting.

***

O.O Well, good for you, Doctor, for putting Amy in her place! I could not see him happy at all about Amy trying to seduce him, especially when she knows he's married. And Jessie is definitely going to find out what happened here . . . and by golly, she's going to have a few choice words to say.

Depending on who's with the Apocalypse at this point in the story, we may or may not get the end scene at all. No, Amy would not try seducing the Apocalypse, it would just go to a different person. And I can say this scene definitely will be here during "The Creators Saga" . . . but there will be a different intention behind it. }:)

But yay, the Doctor's starting to get Jessie's phasing ability! :D And almost all of the Clerics lived! There were still Angelo, Christian, and Bob, but they really couldn't be saved here. But since Jessie knows more about the cracks because she's seen them, she wouldn't let anyone get hurt. And Octavian is saved, too!

And I know a ton of you are wondering just what the hell I'm doing saving all of these people. I will say there is a very specific reason why, and it'll come up with the 11s. It has to do with why River got upset about the jab about the metacrisis.

But onto another note, I've been thiking about doing an OC takeover trend for all of my Time Lady OCs! They might be two or three days apiece, depending on when the other stories get updated, but basically, Jessie/the Bad Wolf will take over Wattpad a few days, then the Apocalypse a few more, and finally the Alchemist. Would you guys like to see me try that? You could ask questions, comment about the stories, and just talk with them, just so you could get an idea about how I take my characters. Would you guys like that?

I'm gonna shut up now. :) Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Next one: there's a reason why the Doctor and Jessie are called the Oncoming Storm and the Deathbringer. }:)