Whovian Fun! Doctor Needed!

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    Jenny suddenly saw someone out of the corner of her eye. Two people actually. They were both looking at her ship. The light in the ship flickered on and off. "The angel is draining its power. Keep an eye on it I got to go look at something." Jenny stepped past Ginger then slowly walked backwards, making sure not to trip. After a while she spun around and came face to face with the doctor, her father. She smiled warmly, her two hearts skipping a beat. Jenny quickly reached into his pocket, grabbed his sonic screwdriver and pecked him on the cheek. "Thanks!" she called and spun around and ran back to her spaceship. Her feet splashing In the mud. Jenny kept a close eye on statue as she went inside.

    The doctor stared at her, stunned. He regained himself and dashed quickly after her. "Tara! Stay, watch the angel!" He called and reached the strange girl. The time lord plucked his screwdriver from her hands and shoved it back in his pocket with his hand on it. "Who are you?" He demanded, glaring at her.

    "Awwww, your so sweet." Jenny stole back the screwdriver and threw it at Ginger and it fumbleed in her hands. "Fix the cloak!" she ordered. Jenny turned back to the doctor. "Long time, no see," she said casually.

    Ginger caught it and buzzed the screwdriver at the hard drive. In front of her, the ship turned invisible. "Tara, I saw you, you didn't see me, put it that way." He shot a glance at the Doctor, "he didn't see me either." Once the cloaking device was stable, Ginger tossed the screwdriver over the Doctor's head and back to Jenny.

    "Great, now thell drain the hips power and humans will study it but they will have no idea what it is," Jenny continued on casually. Jenny turned to the Doctor. "You just left an inexperienced companion to look after a weeping angel, the most dangerous creature in all the galexies." Jenny put a hand on her hip. "Go watch the angel with her Ginger."

    Jenny threw the screwdriver into the doctor's hand and ran back to the ship to come out many, many moments later in jeans, a black tank top and combat boots. The handle of a dagger poked out of her right boot and a blaster was strapped to her belt. Jenny had a backpack full of supplies. She threw it at the doctor and nudged Tara to rest her eyes. She then joined Ginger in helping watch the angel.

    Ginger patted Jenny and Tara on the shoulders, "I'll be right back." She ran into the ship and opened a supply closet, "I love you." Ginger pulled out a sledgehammer and walked back outside. She raised the hammer and slammed it into the angel's neck, decapitating it and sending the head flying to shatter on a tree. Ginger grinned. "I couldn't find a mirror."

    Ginger hugged her back and laughed, "Yeah I know....I've done that three times now. I think the Angles need to evolve against sledgehammers, maybe put a 2x4 in the neck area." She let go and turned to Tara and the Doctor, "Home? Or did you come here to tell me that I'm not leaving 1912."

    Tara wasn't paying attention. She turned, her eyes wide with fear. At least ten angels stood in the shadows of the trees. Some buried their faces in their hands. Others shyly hid behind their arms. But there were others who were snarling grotesquely. Then she felt it. A cold hand clasped around her wrist. But she couldn't turn to face it. Or she would lose sight of the others. Tara swallowed hard. "Umm doctor? We have a bit of a situation." She called. The doctor wheeled around at her voice, his eyes widening. "Nobody move." He said slowly. The angel holding Tara had a horrible expression on its face. A murderous expression. Another stone angel stood at least seven feet behind Jenny. It was not snarling, but it's hands were down and it's eyes were empty. "Don't look them in the eye! Whatever you do,don't look into their eyes." He warned, still rooted up the spot. The time lord kept his main focus on the angel holding Tara. If he looked away, it would kill her. He was certain. Using his peripheral vision, he could still see the angel behind Jenny.

    Jenny wheeled around and stared at the angel behind her. She hadn't been looking at it so it reached its claws for her and it was snarling. "Ginger, free Tara with the sledgehammer. Be careful not to taker her hand off! And keep your eyes open when she's free, then run but don't stop looking!"

    The doctor held out his hand. "No!" He shouted. "Don't move. Don't even move!" He kept his hard gaze on the angels. "If you move, one of them will kill you." The time lord started slowly inching his way closer to the angels. "Be extremely careful. The angels are deviously clever." The doctor averted his gaze for one moment as he tripped on a rock. He heard a gasp of terror from Tara. Immediately. The doctor snapped his gaze back up. The angel he'd one arm wrapped around her throat, enabling her from freeing herself. The other arm was arched over its head, claws extended.

    The doctor couldn't blink. He knew that as soon as he did, Tara would be murdered by the heartless statue. It's stone fangs showed as its face was frozen in a growl. Tara grappled helplessly at the cold arm wrapped around her neck. The angel was pressed up against her. There was no way she could escape. "Help." She whimpered, staring pleadingly at the doctor.

    Ginger narrowed her eyes, "Humans blink Doctor and when that happens, we'll all get sent back again! I don't want to see everyone die because you tell us not to blink. If we were supposed to stare at the angels, we wouldn't have eyelids!" Ginger grinned, "Doctor, look at where we are all standing!" Each of them were positioned between at least two angels, like a wall from one to another, "Look at the way they have themselves around us. They can't move as long as they're looked at right? So if they look at eachtother, they can't move and they can't get away because they're stone." Ginger lowered the hammer.

    "What you doing that for?" Jenny cried, then she got it. Jenny turned and stood right next to the angel, it's stone hand still clasped around her arm like iron. Jenny had her head tuned to it but she did something so dangerous. She slowly closed her eyes. The grip on her arm closed tighter and was as cold as ice.

    Ginger hurled the sledgehammer at the angel before it could get Jenny, "You're not going anywhere." She turned back to the Doctor, "What was going to happen if I moved?"

    "It couldn't," jenny said."the doctor wouldn't have let it send me back." Jenny tried to get it off but it wouldn't budge. Jenny grabbed her blaster, flipped a switch and pressed it onto the the angel's wrist and pulled the trigger. Small stones flew everywhere. The angel's hand fell to the ground leaving a dark red mark that stung.
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    "I was kind of getting anoyed of it." She walked over to Ginger. "I just found that out," she whispered and smiled. She walked over o Tara, held up her gun and blasted the angel's face. She then blasted the shoulder of it and ripped it off, throwing to the grroound.

    The doctor heard a blast and flicked his gaze away for a moment. Idiot! He flung his eyes back and gasped. The angel had moved closer to Tara. One arm was on her lower jaw. The other covered her mouth and nose. A wickedly evil grin was on the angel's face. It was playing with him! The doctor stood straight, his dark eyes blazing. "Hurt her, and I'll blow you inside out." He threatened. "She has a grandmother to get back to." The doctor met Tara's terrified eyes. He winked, keeping his other eye on the angel, and hoped she got the message. Tara must have because she immediately went limp and hung against the angel. She worked her way out of the angel's grasp. She fell to the ground and immediately began crawling toward the doctor and Jenny. Her face was cut, scraped, and bleeding from where the rough stone had rubbed against her skin. The doctor kept his eyes on the angel, its evil grin still written across its stone face.