𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧
𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐬
𝟓𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐲

from the eyes of
— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄 —

The backpack, the familiar one that I had carried with me for so many years now, was strapped tightly to my back. From the outside, nothing about it looked like anything special. Stained and faded ever-so-slightly.

A leathery faded brown.

Hell, from the outside, it almost looked like it was carrying nothing. But it was carrying everything.

For this leathery brown backpack was the very entrance into a pocket universe. The hidden small pocket dimension in which my entire force of powers currently resided. Not only was the force of THE POLARIS JADE inside, but so were seven out of nine Arbiter artifacts—I'd thrown the scepter inside just moments ago.

The backpack, being the entrance to the most powerful cosmic energy currently in this universe, allowed me to hastily return my powers to me if I ever so needed.

I hoped that such a situation would never arise—not until I was ready, at least.

Not until I had all Nine Arbiter Artifacts.

Clipped to a belt was the bomb as well as other various tools, gadgets, and weaponry.

I wore the same thing I'd been wearing: the patchy flight jacket, cargo pants, the goggles, and the beloved space boots which brought me up in height by an inch or two. After downing my favorite Red Bull flavor for a good caffeine rush, I clipped a gas mask to protect myself from the radiation that the Byzantium was wafting.

The Doctor and the others no doubt gave themselves viro-stabilizers, a nifty medication in the future that stabilizes people against radiation, drive burn, and anything that such a crash site might risk.

Unfortunately, I was running out of time and did not have any more seconds to spare searching the infirmary for a viro-stabilizer that TARDIS might have. The blue gas mask I found lying on the console will need to—the TARDIS was quite kind in providing me with such a thing.

Plus, that along with the goggles pulled over my face made me look quite cool. Not that it matters, but like, still.

"See ya' in a bit!" I said to the TARDIS, though the gas mask made my voice sound all muffly and robotic, almost like Darth Vader.

With that, I pushed open the doors and leaped onto the sandy beach. It was nightfall—the waves dark but loud as they crashed against the shore. Through the dark of the land, the crash was still very visible.

If not even more ominous with the dark.

Before my eyes sat the enormous crash—fire blazed from the top, debris, and rubble from both the temple it had crashed into and the starliner itself sat around.

Seeing it was even more intimidating, but I only tilted my head. Considering they had a good two hours on me, I had to be fast. Thankfully, they were no doubt moving rather slowly as it was a good-sized group and they did not realize that Weeping Angels surrounded them.

Hopefully, by now the Doctor had caught on that the statues only had one head and not two.

Swallowing, I was quick to start toward an opening in the cavern. It was obvious that they had blasted it open based on the unstable nature of it. I passed through the abandoned camp, this is no doubt where they had all entered.

Standing in its mouth—I sighed.

Pulling a flashlight from the belt I wore, it did the best job it could in lighting up the dark catacombs below. No statues were in sight, but I knew that I would run into one soon after entering.

"Ugh, please don't make me release my force..." I muttered before jumping down into the catacombs, falling for no more than a few seconds before landing on my feet harshly.

With that, I started at a quick-paced run, already beginning to move upward through the twisty pathways and rubble of the caverns.

Thankfully I chose to run multiple miles almost every day before I started traveling with the Doctor. All with the mindset of staying in the best shape possible. Otherwise, I would no doubt be wheezing from even just walking through this mess.

As I ran, I turned on a small electricity device. My body vibrated and I flinched as a surge of power went through me. A monocle. Fun little device—it'll send a strong wave of electricity to anyone or anything that touches me.

Nothing powerful enough to so much as harm an angel. But it makes it so that if one manages to touch me, it'll essentially reverse their powers and zero it out. AKA, they won't be able to send me back in time, it'll probably surprise them just a bit which will—fingers crossed—hopefully allow me to get away before they try to snap my neck.

I once again cursed the Doctor for not just blowing this place to smithereens.

No, girl, don't forget there are most likely fucking people living somewhat nearby who would be affected by such an explosion. But still, send out an evacuation order or some shit. It's not like living this close to a fucking armada of Weeping Angels is safe anyway.

Plus, it's the 51st Century, there is plenty of technology to protect people from explosions and radiation.

I shook it off, it didn't matter at this point: he and Amy were already in here.

It only got darker the further I went, my form moving faster than any human could ever run. I may not have the force of aureum and tenebris in its complete form surging my veins, but at my base, I am still a half-breed.

A half-breed of human and Celestial Titan. By all accounts—both of those species were not biologically compatible in the sense that having a child together was near impossible. It was hard enough for Celestial Titans to have children with their own species given their naturally long lifespans, bordering on immortal: so children were a rarity.

And everyone knows that crossbred children, for the most part, were harder to have than when species had children with their own. Impossible? Certainly not, but harder? Yes.

It was easier with some species, given the closeness of said species and their natural procreation genetics. Like some species, for instance, it was impossible to crossbreed as the genetics were too far apart.

Some species were close enough that it was easier to crossbreed.

Celestial Titan and humans; however, incredibly hard.

Celestial Titans were naturally bigger for one, far more powerful, and again—it was hard enough for Celestials to have children of their own given that naturally, there was really no reason for them to. Not when they lived for many millennia.

I imagine that the TimeLord race was similar. Perhaps not quite as hard to have children as the Celestian Titans of my home dimension, but a bit harder than humanity given that TimeLords lived much longer with regeneration and quite literally paraded time.

This is all to say that I went against the 99.9% chance of humanity and the Celestial Titans of my home dimension being able to unsuccessfully procreate. Not only did my parents manage to procreate but my mother carried me all the way until term: a 13-month pregnancy that by some miracle did not kill her.

Leaping, I jumped against a crumbly catacomb wall and whipped myself onto the next level. If the Doctor or anyone had seen that, he no doubt would have realized there was no chance that I was completely human with being able to move so nimbly.

Either not human or bionic of some sort.

I was already a mile in and I still had seen no angels.

That concerned me. This entire place was crawling with them meaning that if I still hadn't seen one then they were all chasing after the Doctor and company.

I prayed the TimeLord and Amelia were still alive.

Of course, they were, it was the Doctor—the Doctor doesn't die. He has an insane amount of luck.

I once again jumped, clicking my boots and turning on the hover-skate mechanism. Immediately air and energy pulsed from the bottom allowing me to glide through the air as though figure skating.

It caused me to move even quicker, skating air side-to-side as I practically broke all the Earth Olympic track records.

I felt like Shadow the motherfucking Hedgehog.

The tight French braids I knotted my long hair into flopped as I skidded around a crusty dusty cavern corner.

Realization hit me.

The fucking radiation.

The angels were feeding off the radiation from the crash and therefore regaining their strength ten times as quickly. The thought made me go faster.

By level three, I saw the first stone statues. Only a few, slowly having regained their form. It was obvious that they were the stragglers, the last of the lot as they were clearly making their way up toward the crashed ship.

The statues froze the second I looked at them.

No one knew what an unfrozen Weeping Angel looked like, but it was more than likely just a winged humanoid monster with leathery skin.

These angels were not worth using the bomb on—I needed to wait until I found the Doctor and use the stone-shattering bomb (that's what I named it) then. I only have one bomb so I only had one shot meaning I needed as many of these angels in one place and near each other so I could take as many out as possible.

There were too many here for me to get all of them, but I could still try and take out as many as possible.

My form passed by the angels in a blur, the rockets on my boots allowing me to go fast enough that I barely even needed to worry about the angels grabbing me. The angels may have been fast when someone wasn't watching them... but I mean... c'mon... I'm practically Shadow motherfucking Hedgehog in these space boots—no one is finna catch me!

Mere moments passed before I leaped straight past level five and landed on level six, after turning a few more corners and seeing more angels... I came upon the point where the Byzantium had crashed into the roof of the temple.

A few angels surrounded the bottom of it, frozen with their heads tilted upward and taking in the wreckage. It was obvious they had been about to jump upward given the gravity globe of the ship was shot.

The Doctor's doing, no doubt.

It was a smart move, shooting out the piece of technology along with a big enough upward leap and one would be lifted from the ground straight into the crashed starliner.

Reaching down, I was quick to adjust the setting on my boots. With that, they lifted me higher than just a mere hover and I was skating upward toward the wreckage. I was on it in seconds, eyeing the small entrance to the corridor of the ship that was sealed shut.

My head tilted, I was slightly surprised that the Doctor and everyone had managed to get this far. But I doubted that everyone who had started in the group made it, there was no doubt some losses.

Reaching to my belt, I grabbed a small device and stuck it onto the wall of the Byzantium right next to the sealed door. Pressing the side button twice, I watched it blink and slowly unseal the door.

However, before I could even move—there was a sudden hard and heavy hand on my shoulder. I screamed loudly, jumping and whirling around just as the monocle released a strong zap of electricity.

An angel stood behind me, its face frozen with its mouth wide and gaping revealing long stone teeth. The electricity protected me in the sense that it surprised the angel enough to stop it from snapping my neck—which it was no doubt trying to do. Not only did it stop it, but the pulse of electricity was strong enough that it messed with the gravity of the angel and caused it to fall from the Byzantium wall and back onto the ground.

I huffed a shocked laugh as I watched the stone statue hit the ground harshly and shatter on impact.

It was not dead, but now it would need to reform itself from crumbly stone which would take forever.

"AHAHA!" I could not stop the cackle from leaving me as I hopped into the now unsealed door and into a random corridor of the ship.

Skating forward, I quickly made my way through the corridors ship—arriving at the secondary flight deck in no time.

It was abandoned, but to my surprise, the back wall had been slid up revealing an oxygen factory.

A great big oxygen factory that looked so much like a forest.

Right away, I noticed the vast amount of angels lurking around. It was obvious that this was where the majority had congregated—each one looking healthier than any of the others I had seen down in the temple.

The lights of the oxygen factory started flickering causing me to look around.

The angels were taking out the lights.

Looking in front of me, I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sight of an angel frozen—its form having been in the middle of running at me.

"Yep, that's enough standing around...!" I said to myself, quickly leaping into the air, the space boots activating and hovering me a good distance from the ground which kept me momentarily safe.

The gas mask still covered my face tightly, although it was much safer to breathe in this part of the Byzantium. The oxygen factory was no doubt naturally battling off the radiation and providing clean air.

But I was not going to risk it. The mask and goggles would stay in place until I was back aboard the TARDIS.

The sound of... people panicking suddenly met my ears. And through the voices of men, I could hear a familiar womanly Scottish tone.

Amy.

I blasted toward the noise, trees passing instantaneously as well as angels. There were more, so many more the closer I got to the noise of people. They were running from something.

Reaching my belt, I gripped the bomb, holding it tightly and already doing the measurements in my head for where I should throw this thing.

It was beautifully crafted, engineered to only blow up living stone. As soon as I released this, it would stick to one angel and take out the nearest thirty with it.

When I finally got to the noise—I was met with the sight of Amy having fallen to the mossy dirt ground and struggling. For some reason, her eyes were strewn shut tightly. It was odd and dangerous considering she was surrounded by over a dozen angels that were turned toward her, only being frozen because I appeared and looked at them in the nick of time.

Why the fuck were her eyes closed?

"And...!" I sang loudly, pausing and hovering many feet off the ground just as I threw the bomb at the nearest angel. "KABOOM!"

The bomb landed squarely on the angel; a small, sleek device that latched onto the stone surface with a satisfying click. It emitted a rapid series of beeps, speeding up like a countdown to a heartbeat.

Three seconds.

Two.

One.

The world lit up—not with fire, not with smoke, but with an electric pulse that radiated outward in a perfect, almost artistic sphere of light. It wasn't loud in the way you'd expect an explosion to be. Instead of a boom, there was a bone-deep crack, a sound like the earth itself splitting open.

I grinned like a lunatic as the angels started to shatter.

The light washed over them, peeling apart their stone forms in an instant. There wasn't any time for drama—no slow crumbling or ominous toppling—just a satisfying explosion of rubble. Chunks of stone shot outward, pinging against the mossy floor and the trees. Smaller shards flew like glass confetti, catching the flickering light from above before skittering into the undergrowth.

The dust from their destruction hung in the air, a gritty haze that coated everything in a fine layer of stone powder. Where once there had been a cluster of snarling, frozen angels, there was now a mess of debris, piles of shattered rubble spread out like a battlefield's aftermath.

And in the middle of it all was Amy, sprawled on the mossy dirt like she was trying to become one with the ground. Her hands dug into the earth, trembling, and her eyes—still tightly shut—made my stomach drop for half a second.

I let out a shaky laugh, my voice sounding way too loud in the sudden stillness. "Well," I said, flicking a glance at the wreckage. "Guess that's one way to do crowd control." I paused. "Alright, no, that was just cringe, never saying anything like that again. God, I am starting to sound like the Doctor..." I frowned while talking, hands on my hips and shaking my head.

Disappointment in myself, in those words, unfurled within me.

Amy didn't move. Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving like she'd run a marathon while lying down. I wanted to swoop down, maybe shake her, maybe yell—What the hell were you doing with your eyes closed when those things were right there?—but I stayed hovering, scanning the shadows around us.

Because this wasn't over.

The pulse had cleared out the dozen or so angels closest to us, but I could still feel the weight of more out there, watching, waiting.

After the show I just gave them, they were being cautious. Obviously unsure if I had another one of those fun little bombs on me. We needed to move before they realized that it was a one-and-done performance.

Just like my ex-husband... we were only married for a day.

The flickering light above gave them too much cover—too many places to hide.

Still, for now, there was a lull. And in that lull, I gripped the controls of my boots tighter, glancing down at Amy one more time.

"Come on, Amy, why are you lying down at a time like this?" I tutted under my breath. "We've gotta move...!"

But even as I said it, I couldn't help the small flicker of pride blooming in my chest. This mess? I had made it. And it was glorious.

"PJ?!" She suddenly shot upward in a sitting position, her eyes still screwed shut. "Is that you?" Her voice was full of hope and another big emotion.

Happiness? Relief? Something in between.

"That would be me..." I nodded, clacking my boots together and causing the hover systems to shut down as I dropped to the floor.

"Why does your voice sound like that? All weird and Darth Vader-y?" She asked.

"Gas mask to protect me against radiation..." I rolled my eyes. "Sounds cool, right?"

"Sure..." She trailed off, but there was a small smile biting at her lips.

I looked at her in confusion. "Why are your eyes closed? You know you're supposed to look at the angels, right?"

Amy's brows furrowed in offense, but she still did not open her eyes. "Of course, I know that!" She cried out. "There is an angel in my mind using the vision center of my brain or something! The Doctor said I'll die if I open my eyes!" She sounded terrified as she spoke.

While her words weren't clear, I was smart enough to guess what had happened.

"You looked into the eyes of an angel!" I guffawed. "Why would you do that?!"

She let out another frustrated cry. "I didn't know at the time! The Doctor told me too late!"

"So it's his fault... again?"

"Yeah..." Amy sniffed, now on her knees as she tried to stand on shaky legs.

I was quick to grab her arm and hoist her upward. A few feet away there was a militaristic walkie scanner, the voice of the Doctor and River were crackling through it.

"Amy? Amy?!" They were both yelling.

I reached down, grabbing the walkie and toying with it curiously. I did not bother to reassure either one of them that Amy was alive and I was here. They deserved to sit in their panic for a few moments longer considering they just left her here.

"Where are they exactly, and why were you left alone?"

"The crack, the one from my bedroom—it's here...!" Amy slowly started panicking, not answering my question.

"Wait? The time and space one that you and the Doctor told me about?" I raised an eyebrow of disbelief. "I thought the Doctor said he closed it...?"

"He says a lot of things!" Amy coughed. "We didn't know, but it took the rest of the men who were with me! They went into the light and didn't come out! And it was horrible, toward the end they didn't remember each other... it was like... like..." She struggled.

"Like they never existed?" I guessed.

"Yeah!" Amy nodded frantically, holding onto my arm a bit tighter.

I was thoughtful for a moment. "A crack in time and space will do that to you..." I hummed almost carelessly.

However, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on edge. The energy crackled around me—I could not see it, but I could feel it. The crack; the one that was slowly consuming all of time and space.

There was a bright light coming from somewhere behind us, and I did not doubt that the crack was not far away.

The crack's energy clawed at me, rippling through the air with a static charge that raised every hair on my body. It was an unnatural sensation—a tear in time and space, raw and hungry, its edges fizzing with the intent to consume everything it touched.

It tugged at the world around me, pulling at the edges of reality like it was unraveling a tapestry thread by thread. Amy tightened her grip on my arm, and I could feel her trembling. She didn't need to say it—I could sense her fear.

But me? Annoyance simmered just beneath my skin.

Of all the things that could show up right now, it had to be this.

The crack couldn't hurt me—not really. I wasn't tied to existence the way everyone else was. My universe was long gone, snuffed out like a candle in an infinite void. No roots, no anchors, nothing left to delete. The crack could try to take me, but all it would do was trap me in its irritating liminal space for a while before it either spit me out or I crawled out. Nevertheless, it was dangerous because my energy, my coding, might turn it into something worse than it already was.

And yet, there was another problem.

If the crack sucked me in, it wouldn't just stop there. My power—the raw, overwhelming force I kept carefully locked away in its pocket dimension—in my fucking backpack—would come surging back to me.

And that?

That would be a problem for everyone. It would light up this reality like a beacon, screaming to every power in the multiverse I was trying to avoid: Hey, look at me! I am right here, bitches!

I did not need that kind of attention.

I could feel the crack's energy circling me, testing me like a predator sizing up prey. The faint hum of its existence pressed against my mind, trying to find a way in, but there was nothing to latch onto. No memories it could erase, no connections it could sever.

Still, its presence grated on my nerves. Like an itch I couldn't scratch, a constant reminder of the chaos it would bring if I let my guard down for even a second.

"PJ?" Amy's voice broke through my thoughts, soft and trembling.

I blinked, shaking off the pull of the crack's energy, and glanced at her. She was still gripping my arm like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. The walkie in my other hand crackled with static as the Doctor and River's voices came through, frantic and overlapping.

"Amelia? Are you there? Amelia Pond, answer me now!"

River's sharper tone followed, full of urgency. "Amy! If you can hear us, say something!"

I exhaled sharply and thrust the walkie toward Amy.

"Here," I said, a touch more brusquely than I intended. "Let them know you're still breathing. Preferably before they talk themselves into a heart attack."

Amy nodded, then grabbed the walkie with shaky hands. Her eyes were still closed.

"Doctor?" She called into it, her voice still thick with panic. "River? I'm here! I'm fine!"

As she started reassuring them, I took a step back, crossing my arms and glaring into the light emanating from the crack. It was getting closer, we had to go—now.

I spun around, grabbing the walkie from Amy.

"Hey!" She yelped, but I only patted her head kindly.

"Doctor, River Song..." My voice was sharp as I spoke into the walkie. There was a stunned silence for a few moments before the Doctor's voice came through almost unsure.

"PJ?" He said, tone cautious. "Is it really you?"

"I know the gas mask makes me sound slightly different, but honestly, who else could it be?" I snarked. "An angel?"

There was a sullen pause as the Doctor answered. "Yes..." He said simply, voice tinged with regret. "It very well could've been..."

I did not bother asking—it sounded like he's had quite the day.

"Well, it's not. I came to rescue Amy and the rest of you lot considering you marched into the wreckage like idiots..." I hissed.

The Doctor was quick to respond. "Oi! And what would you have suggested?" He snapped.

"Blowing this place to hell!" I sighed. "Honestly—!"

He cut me off.

"What!" He barked humorless laughter. "Blow it up and spreading radiation to the surrounding human colonies? That would've been your plan?!"

"Uhm, yes!" I snapped right back. "It's the 51st Century, the people either leave or they use their technology to protect themselves against it!"

"Okay, well perhaps we might have considered that if we knew this entire place was crawling with angels! We thought it was just one!" The Doctor argued, his tone getting louder. "Even so, I'd hope that we would come up with a better alternative than turning this beautiful temple to fire and ash!"

My voice got louder as well—a nagging lull in it as I told him off.

"You didn't know this place was crawling with angels?! That is why you do research! Seriously, you're a TimeLord who lives in a TARDIS, the most advanced ship in the universe and you couldn't take five minutes to type in 'Byzantium Crash 51st Century' in the matrix?" My tone had somehow gotten more American, the words coming out with extra pronunciation and roundness. "I figured it out within minutes! And I barely know how to use the matrix!"

The Doctor spoke back, but he was the opposite—his words came out extra British. Faster and less pronunciated. "Always need to hit me with the research, research, research..." He mocked, and I could imagine him doing that stupid yapping motion with his hand that he always does when mocking me. "When was the last time you did any research, eh? You only research when you know I haven't just to one-up me!"

"That is not true!" I screeched. "And if you feel that way then maybe you shouldn't be so easy to one-up!" I challenged meanly.

"Oi! Easy to one-up! Easy to one-up?!" His voice was getting tighter. "I am the Doctor! The Oncoming Storm, the last TimeLord! I'm not easy to one-up! Let alone by a woman who sounds like a robot! Why do you sound like a robot?" He bit back.

River Song cut us both off with a loud noise of appallment. She sounded hella disappointed.

"You two need to be joking. Are you both serious?! You guys are actually doing this now? At a time like this?! Stop acting like children!" She scolded, having grabbed the walkie away from the Doctor. "PJ, you and Amy are surrounded by Weeping Angels and a crack that is swallowing everything around. You guys need to come to the primary flight deck! And Doctor, you have minutes to figure out a different way to close that crack because I am not going to let you sacrifice yourself! So why don't both of you stop riling each other up and do as you're meant... now!"

Wow... she was really good at holding the leash.

The Doctor and I both muttered bitterly under our breaths and I heard River groan.

"Sacrificing yourself?" I asked with furrowed brows. "I mean... I guess if it's to save us all, it will be a sacrifice well worth it—"

"Oi!" The Doctor cried in the background. "You're not even going to try to fight for my life?" He sounded offended, but there was a joking undertone to his words.

My own lips pulled into the smallest of smiles as I held the walkie.

"Fine, this is my fight for your life—wait for me and Amy to get there before you do any sacrificing. Proper goodbyes, you know..." I told him. "We'll be there in a few, actually, if you can open the door to the primary flight deck now, that would be good..."

"Why now?" River asked at the same time the Doctor said. "How are you planning on coming here?"

I did not answer, handing the walkie to Amy.

"On my back, Amy, and hold tight!"

"What? You can't carry me the whole way—!"

"Girl, if you don't—!" I grumbled, grabbing her and forcefully placing her on my back.

She yelped but wrapped her long legs around my waist and pinned her upper body close to mine. It was slightly awkward since she was so tall, but I was strong and she had a good grip. It would work for the next few minutes at least.

She literally felt like nothing.

"Do not let go, I'm turning on the rockets of my boots!" I told her, voice coming out deep with the mask.

I noticed more angels suddenly beginning to close in on us, they were realizing that I did not have another bomb.

"Thrusters? Your boots have rockets—? AHH!" She screamed I clicked my boots to life causing us to not only fly off the ground but move quickly as I skated the air like a pro and headed the way that I assumed the primary flight deck was.

Well, not assumed, the walkie in my hand also worked as a scanner. It started sounding like the Doctor's sonic when we moved in the right direction.

I zoomed past the angels and basically sprayed dirt in their faces as I went.

They were fast but not fast enough to catch me.

Suckers.

Amy was screaming as she held onto me harder, burying her face in my neck and screwing her eyes shut even tighter.

My eyes set sight on an open area in a large wall—a small circular opening with River standing in its midst, her brows furrowed.

It was small, only able to fit Amy and I in one at a time.

Shit.

But the good news is that there is no angels blocking the way. I had gotten rid of a good chunk of them with the bomb and the others were currently over by the light from the crack in time and space.

River was speaking into a walkie, and I realized then that I could hear her questioning voice come through the walkie that Amy held.

"Alright, Amy, when I say let go—let go..."

"What? Why?" She demanded. "How far off the ground are we?"

I looked down the 20 or more feet we were flying as I skated. The ceiling was getting closer—this place was tall.

Uhm...

"Only a few inches..." I lied easily. "Just hovering so I can skate the air quickly..."

She relaxed slightly at the news, and I bit my lip trying not to feel guilty as I once again took in how far we were off the ground.

"I didn't know your space boots did this..." She finally told me. "And why are you gonna let me go?"

"Because the entrance to the primary flight deck is small..." I explained. "Only one at a time..." I breathed. "Can you hand me the walkie, real quick...?"

She did as I asked.

With the walkie in hand, I pressed the side button and spoke into it.

"River, I see you..."

Her brows furrowed from where she peering out of the small opening. She slowly brought the walkie to her mouth.

"What? Where are you?"

"Look up..."

She did as I said, eyes widening when she took in mine and Amy's form.

River was just as pretty as she had been when I first saw her a few hours prior, except she had changed. Her curly hair was slicked back tightly in a bun—her body covered in the same military clothing as the other men that had previously been with them.

She looked pretty badass.

Slowly, a smile lifted at her lips.

"Oh, I love you..." She laughed into the walkie.

I laughed back.

"Everyone does..." I said. "Anyway—INCOMING! Catch! Amy let go, and keep your eyes closed!"

"No!" She wailed, but despite her words, her grip was loose enough that I was able to spin through the air, grab her by her arms and fling her toward the opening.

Amy screeched louder than I'd ever heard her as she went flying.

"Don't fling yourself around!" I called, but, of course, she didn't listen. "Amy, arms by your side and legs straight!" I screamed again as she got closer to the opening, panicking.

She might break an arm if she tried to go through that opening flailing.

"This is way higher than a few inches off the ground, you liar!" She screeched in response.

Thankfully, she finally listened to me, going rigidly straight as she flew through the hole. River Song caught her on the other side, Amy landing on top of her in the primary flight deck.

"HERE I COME!" I yelled, soaring through the air throwing myself into the opening.

I flew through it quickly, coming through with such speed that the lid flung itself closed behind me. I yelled loudly, attempting to slow myself as I was heading straight for a wall. Unfortunately, I turned my boots off many seconds too late and I hit the wall harder than I'd ever admit.

The sound of my body hitting the metal wall echoed accompanied by my pained groaned as I literally slid down it and landed on the floor—the air knocked out of me and wheezing on my back.

The backpack sort of broke the fall.

"Oh my god!" I heard River say at the same time the Doctor let out a loud, "PJ!"

Not my proudest moment. Okay, that was more than not a proud moment—that was downright embarrassing. But hey, at least the bomb worked...

Upon opening my eyes, everything was spinning. My vision came into focus.

The Doctor and River Song were both leaning over me, their faces much too close for comfort. Admittedly, they looked like the real angels in this situation.

They were both so so pretty.

Nevertheless, I jumped away, but the Doctor stopped me from moving too far.

"Are you okay?" River was quick to question, worry heavy in her tone.

"Yep..." I nodded, giving a shaky thumbs-up to her.

"AGH!" I yelled as I was suddenly flush against suspenders and a button-up shirt.

The Doctor was hugging me to him tightly while burying his face in my neck.

It lasted only a moment as he had to pull away due to the mask covering my features digging into him uncomfortably. I had no doubt that I looked insane with the gas mask and goggles hiding my entire face. Nevertheless, his eyes scanned my face happily.

"Oh, PJ!" He hugged me once more, pressing a strong kiss to the top of my head. "Why are you here? I can't believe you went through the entire Aplan Temple yourself!"

River Song sat next to us, watching with an almost sad smile on her face. I did not even notice the way that she was clutching my hand in hers, nor did I notice how I squeezed it back subconsciously.

"Rocket boots..." I grunted. "I got through the entire thing in like ten minutes—just skated through the air... angels wouldn't be able to keep up if they tried..."

"Brilliant..." He once again kissed my hairline. "Amazing. Spectacular. Bright. Beautiful. Insane. Wayward. Girl." He pressed a kiss after each word.

River Song squeezed my hand tighter.

"But why?" River asked me. I broke free of the Doctor's strong hug and turned to her.

"Because you all are idiots who would've died! Who comes into a dark cavern full of angels?! I made a bomb—"

"—A bomb?" The Doctor repeated with concern.

"Yeah, targeted living rock only—shatters the angels. I saved Amy and took out a good chunk of them, but the other men were already gone when I arrived..." I told them, trying not to feel guilty about being too late to save the other men. "Sucked up by the crack..."

The Doctor and River Song both stared at me with an unfamiliar emotion. In the next second, the Doctor once again pressed a long kiss to my head before pulling away and stroking my shoulders gently.

"Oh! You are a gift... I could bloody kiss you right now!" He mumbled before leaping to his feet and quickly heading to a control panel.

"Please don't..." I shook my head and rolled my eyes, nose scrunching in disgust.

I purposefully ignored the offended and borderline hurt expression that momentarily appeared on his face. It was wiped away in the next second as he focused on the console.

River looked at me with a small smile, giving my hand one last squeeze before she slowly stood up. She held out a hand to me, I stared at it for a long second before taking it and allowing her to pull me to my feet.

I stumbled slightly, but she was quick to balance me, ensuring I did not fall. Shaking it off, I thanked her and quickly got my bearings. The soreness from hitting the wall was already fading.

We were quick to join the Doctor, grabbing Amy as we went. She clutched my hand tightly, her eyes still closed.

I eyed her clothes and felt bad that this poor girl trekked this crash site in a sweater and a fucking mini skirt. The Doctor really should have had her go back to the TARDIS and change before they set out.

Actually, he should have just had her go back to the TARDIS altogether.

I love Amy, and she really is a badass who can handle herself. But that did not change the fact that she was a young 19-year-old civilian human girl who only went off-world for the first time two weeks ago.

Hold on, wait, no—nope, I am totally wrong. I think Amy is like 21 or 22, same difference!

"All right, so what's the plan? I believe we agreed the Doctor is sacrificing himself for us ladies?" I asked with all the seriousness in the world. "Chop chop, we haven't got all day. Get on with it, old man."

Amy did not respond, likely too frightened by everything she had been through to joke around. River Song; however, she snorted loudly, covering it up with a cough as the Doctor threw her a glare.

He then looked at me—his entire expression reading: Really, bitch?

"While I am more than concerned that my own gir—" he cut himself off with a cough before continuing. "My intern is so willing to throw her boss to the wolves, I am not dying today. I have another plan!"

"Well, get on with it—" I interrupted only to be cut off by him.

"—As I was about to do, dearest if you'd stop interrupting me—" He spoke only for me to interrupt him again.

"I only interrupt you because you talk so much—!"

"See! There you go with the interrupting again! And you're one to talk, you never shut up—!"

"I WILL have you know, Space Lord! Everyone loves it when I talk, I happen to be funny!"

"Telling inappropriate jokes at the worst times does not equal funny, dear! Some people might even call it obnoxious..." He trailed off quietly at the end, face lit up in an amused manner.

I hit my hand on my thighs, speaking loudly, but my voice could only sound so serious with this fucking mask on. "Obnoxious? OBNOXIOUS?! There is no way you of all people are saying that!"

"Bloody hell... PJ technically just met you and it's still this bad..." River scoffed quietly while shaking her head.

That caused the Doctor to turn to her, eyes lit up curiously. "Care to share what you mean by that, River?"

"Spoilers, sweetie..." She delivered a fake smile his way. "You'll find out when you're older..."

I laughed loudly at that and the Doctor looked annoyed.

"BAH! Always spoilers this spoilers that! Ridiculous!" He said with a click of his tongue, throwing his hands upward and shaking his head.

I could not stop myself from looking toward River, the two of us sharing a long look that spoke a thousand words I would never be able to translate. However, considering the goggles were still pulled tightly over my face to protect my eyes, there could only be so much meaning in the look.

"Do you have any more of the viro stabilizer I'm assuming you guys took seeing as you've been here for hours and haven't dropped dead from radiation poisoning?" I pointedly asked.

River shook her head, an apologetic look making its way onto her face. "No, sorry sweetheart..."

"Which means do not take that mask or those goggles off under any circumstance, dearest..." The Doctor snapped his fingers toward me, giving me information that I already knew. "You will die if you're exposed to this high of radiation,"

"Geez, thanks, Space Lord..." I said sarcastically, crossing my arms.

Before any more snappy commentary could be made, the lights started flickering and alarms began going off. The Doctor paused in his finnicking with the Byzantium pilot-control console.

"What's that?" River asked, clutching Amy tightly to her.

Amy was still shaking.

I raised a brow. River Song was rather touchy with Amy.

The Doctor spun around, quickly running from the console and pacing the length of the room.

"The angels are draining the last of the ship's power... which means..." He trailed off, standing in front of the main wall of the room that led back out toward the oxygen factory. "...The shield is going to release..." He said just as multiple whirring and clicks could be heard from the enormous wall.

"You have got to be kidding me!" I groaned as the wall slid upward, completely exposing the flight deck. "And holy fuck, that's a lot of angels and I do not have another bomb..."

"You won't need it, dearest..." The Doctor waved me off.

Standing right in front of us was about seventy—probably even more—motherfucking Weeping Angels. All frozen, all statues looking straight at us. There was even more toward the back, unseen in the brush of the oxygen factory.

River Song, the Doctor, and I were quick to keep our eyes open; not daring to blink or look away from the mass of monsters for even a second. Amy was still in River's grasp, her eyes shut tightly.

The Doctor tilted his head, stepping forward slightly. His tweed jacket was missing, the TimeLord adorned in his quirky get-up. Why he chose to wear suspenders, I would never understand.

There was nothing about his pants that warranted a need for suspenders. It was only by choice that he wore them—a fashion statement. A fashion statement I cannot get behind, but if it was any consolation, he did pull it off rather well.

Anyone else wearing such an outfit would have lost my respect immediately.

"Angel Bob, I presume?" The Doctor asked, his gaze set on the stone angel at the very front and in the middle.

"Who is Angel Bob?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.

I was ignored, but the Weeping Angel apparently named Angel Bob started fucking talking.

My eyes bulged out of my head in surprise. The Weeping Angels are very intelligent creatures, sure, but they had never been known to speak.

"The time field is coming. It will destroy our reality..." The angel said.

Its voice was coming into all our minds telepathically. It had no physical way of speaking.

My mind raced and understanding filled me. The angel—this fucking angel killed one of the men out there, stripped it of its cerebral cortex, no doubt, and reanimated a version of the man's consciousness to use for itself to communicate.

Shivers raced down my spine as disgust filled me. The poor soldier that this angel killed. Not only did the angel kill him, but it mutilated his dead body and mind.

The angel transformed him and forcefully bonded them together.

The Doctor's fists were clenched at his side. "And look at you all running away. What can I do for you?" He asked, lips drawn down as he glared at the army.

There was a reason the angels had stopped running out of the crash, why they were standing amid the Doctor. They wanted something from him.

"There is a rupture in time. The angels calculate that if you throw yourself into it, it will close and they will be saved..." Angel Bob's voice wafted around.

My eyebrows furrowed.

Of course, the Doctor was a solution. A man nearly one thousand years old. The last TimeLord. The Oncoming Storm. The king of time travel himself.

In the vastness of time and space, the Doctor was more than complicated. An event that was entirely improbable and made little sense. Throwing him into that crack would close it because he would provide it with enough energy—enough time energy to settle it.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I could do that. But why?" The Doctor asked, nodding his head toward the angels.

"Your friends could also be saved..." The angel said simply.

"Well, there is that..." The Doctor agreed thoughtfully.

I was concerned that he was actually planning on sacrificing himself. That fucking idiot better not.

...And he better not make me admit that out loud!

River Song quickly surged forward, standing in the space between myself and the Doctor. She stopped till she was right behind him, looking up toward his face. He looked down at her as he spoke.

The pair looked oddly good together.

Even as there did appear to be a physical age difference between them. But physical age meant nothing—not with the life any of us immortals led.

"I am a complicated space-time event, too, throw me in!" She told him, not hesitating in offering herself up.

I blinked in surprise.

"Why the fuck do you guys keep offering yourselves?" I asked, earning a quick glance from the two of them. "I am not offering myself if it wasn't clear enough..."

The Doctor looked amused, lips quirking upward. River Song only shook her head at me in exasperation, but she too, had the ghost of a smile.

Even if I were to throw myself in, I don't think the crack would close. Not permanently.

Not to toot my own horn, but I was an even bigger complication than the Doctor. Then the whole of Gallifrey itself.

All for the simple reason that I didn't hail from this place.

As not only a multiversal traveler—I had no home dimension at all. Technically, nothing was tying me to reality.

Such an event was more than complicated, more than improbable, it was impossible. And yet here I motherfucking stood.

Because nothing was tying me to reality apart from myself.

What would happen if I went into that crack is arguably worse. It would temporarily be closed before eventually tearing back open even wider—except rather than a tear that eats space and time, it would open up a multiversal tear that would throw this reality out of wack.

Multiversal tears were much harder to fix, especially after they opened and started eating. If such a thing didn't obliterate this universe then it would heavily scar it.

"Please..." The Doctor chuckled at River's offer. "Be serious, compared to me, these angels are more complicated than you and it would take every single one of them to amount up to me, so get a grip..."

Bingo.

That is his plan.

With no hesitation, I jumped to the side and grabbed the side of the console harshly. Clicking on the rockets to the space boots; I hovered off the ground by a few inches as well. Just in case someone let go and needed a quick save.

The Doctor grinned my way, having noticed I already picked up on his plan. River Song only looked toward me confused.

"Doctor, I can't let you do this..." River told him.

"No, seriously, get a grip..." Is all he responded.

"You're not going to die!"

"No, I mean it! River, Amy, get a grip! PJ, dearest, you truly are a gift, my clever girl!"

I grunted in response, only holding the console tighter.

"Oh, you genius!" River whispered to him before running to Amy.

"Sir, the angels need you to sacrifice yourself now..." Angel Bob said, me scoffing.

Did those morons really think anyone was about to sacrifice themselves? For the angels, at that.

The thought was hilarious.

River told Amy to hold onto the console tightly, ordering her to not open her eyes and under no circumstance was she to let go.

"It's about to feel even worse than when PJ threw you into the flight deck entrance..." River informed Amy causing her to groan.

"Great..." The Scottish girl sighed.

"The thing is, Bob, the angels are draining all the power from this ship. 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..." The Doctor sighed, a lazy look crawling onto his face. "Goodnight."

With that, the alarms of the ship blared and the gravity failed.

The Byzantium was turning off—and considered it had crashed upside down and on its side... well, it made standing quite a bit harder. Everything tilted and suddenly we were dangling as the ground left our feet.

Amy yelled, her eyes still pinched closed but her hands holding the console so tightly that they were turning white.

The thrusters of my space boots worked in making it slightly lighter from where I was holding. I watched the other three, making sure that if they fell I would be fast enough to catch them.

The angels, the statues, every last one of them all tilted backward in an instant—falling from the ground and toward the bright light. They fed the crack of time and space, the hundreds of them that had been in the forest sucked up by the bright light.

I had no doubt that all the angels from the temple had been in the forest and therefore now all eaten by the light.

The Doctor was grinning madly as he watched the angels fall into the crack.

The sound of stone shattering filled our ears—the angels disappearing. The light from the crack got even brighter as it was fed, shining so dazzlingly that I had to squint my eyes through the goggles.

Finally, the light started dimming as the crack weaved itself closed.

POWER.

My heart rate skyrocketed—adrenaline rushing through my veins as my mind suddenly turned muddy and swampy. It was hard to think, to see straight.

The power from the crack, its energy once again poked at me. Trying to lure me toward it.

It sensed the immense cosmic energy I provided—it wanted some. Wanted to taste me; to eat me as it had the angels.

Aureum. Tenebris. Life. Death. Creation. Destruction.

Gone. It was all gone, wiped away as though it had never even existed. There was no undoing the destruction of a universe no matter how powerful you were. And mine was gone.

As were the laws of the multiverse. Creation and destruction. Universes were born just as much as they were destroyed. An infinite cycle. An inescapable cycle. Stability in a never-ending state of chaos.

But I was going to fix it all.

I was going to stop the game. Create true stability.

I was going take down the entire fucking system.

THE POLARIS JADE TAKES ON THE SPACE JAM.

The crack closed itself fully, but the energy it had caused affected me negatively. Especially with the force of my power located so close to me—just inside a simple backpack. My eyes closed and my grip on the console loosened.

The crack was closed, but we were still dangling. I vaguely heard the Doctor saying something, giving orders on how we were going to crawl out of this without hurting ourselves.

I think he might've asked me something about my space boots and the rockets. Something about me grabbing them and placing them on the nearest upright ground one by one.

"PJ?" The Doctor called. "Dearest? Did you hear me?"

I desperately tried to keep my grip tight, but everything was failing as life became muddly.

River spoke a moment later. "Sweetheart? PJ?"

And like that, my grip failed and I was falling. For only a second before a soft but strong grip had me.

River Song.

She had been next to me, having released one hand to grab me before I fell who-knows-how-many feet to the ground and hurt myself.

Panicked voices met my ears, desperate calls of my name. But the energy was too much, too gross—I could not fight the aura of forced unconsciousness.

Before I went completely under, I felt another grip take my other hand.

The Doctor—he had a grip on my right hand, holding along with River who was holding onto my left.

They were not going to let me fall.