Turn Your Back, Look Away and Blink

By Lumendea

Chapter Twenty-Five: Six Months Later

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who and gain nothing from the creation of this story

AN: Thank you to everyone who has left comments. Keep your eyes open for the sequel Survivors of Gallifrey which I'll start posting soon.

The Doctor turned and gave his hand to Rose as they stepped out of the taxi. Even after six months of having her back, he still felt the need to reassure himself that she was still there. He knew that his tendency towards clingy annoyed her sometimes, but she seemed to understand. Acceptance and support was something that Rose had always provided him with and he often wondered just how he'd managed not to get himself killed without her. Though thinking about there had been a lot of close calls when Martha had traveled with him. That didn't bare much thinking about.

Yet just how she'd returned to him remained a mystery. Rose hadn't been able to give him any information that explained her travel through time. He had a few theories, but all of them seemed too violent for the instant trip that Rose recalled. A time storm seemed most likely given, but Rose hadn't seen anything remotely like that. Those were rather nasty and a person was certainly aware of them.

Still, whenever he thought about it, he had the nagging feeling there was a possibility he had forgotten or overlooked. Course, given that it was all arranged by Bad Wolf, he supposed it didn't really have to make sense. Deep down he still wondered why a Time Goddess had chosen their lives to take such a path, but Rose's words about him always trying to keep her at arms length certainly ran true. He'd had a list in his head for a very long time to remind him of why it was all so dangerous.

Still it didn't really matter. Not really, Rose was here with him and had been traveling with him for the last six months, well him and Timothy. Together they had seen the English revolution of 2056, the 3014 Olympics, the planet Comesian and... oh there was too much to name. All brilliant and gorgeous with occasional bits of trouble. Rose laughed and kept tight hold of his hand and Timothy proved himself even more clever than his human form had ever imagined, and infinitely more adaptable.

Snapping back to the present, the Doctor quickly looked about for any sign of the Varginans. Their migration should be starting any moment. Timothy handed Rose the quiver and swung his own bow over his shoulder. The Doctor nodded to them as the cab pulled away, but stopped when he heard a voice calling to him from behind. He spun to see an attractive brown haired girl rushing toward him. Her eyes were wide with excitement and recognition.

Having no memory of her, he quickly said, "Hello! Sorry, bit of a rush, there's a sort of thing happening, fairly important we stop it."

The young woman stared at him in a mixture of shock, relief and awe as she breathed, "My God, it's you, it really is you." She was a little surprised when he looked at her carefully, clearly confused. Then she murmured, "Oh, you don't remember me, do you?"

"We don't have time for this. Migration's started," Rose told him urgently as she shifted nervously beside Timothy.

The young woman looked over at his companions with looks of recognition. Feeling both the pressure of the migration and some concern for the girl the Doctor quickly assured her, "Look, sorry, I've got a bit of a complex life. Things don't always happen to me in order. Gets confusing, especially at weddings, I'm rubbish at weddings, especially my own."

Then her mouth went a bit slack for the briefest moment and then she smiled brilliantly in realization. "Oh, my God! Of course, you're a time traveler," she gasped. "It hasn't happened yet! None of it, it's still in your future!"

Now very interested in the young woman the Doctor looked at her seriously and asked, "What hasn't happened?"

Next to him, he heard Timothy say, "Doctor! Twenty minutes to red hatching!" He nodded quickly to the boy and Rose before turning back to the girl.

"It was me," the young woman half groaned as she shook her head in amazement. "Oh, for God's sake, it was me all along. You got it all from me!" He glanced down at the purple folder in the girl's hands before looking back up at her.

"Got what?" This girl clearly knew him and needed to inform him of something, unfortunately he was on a tight schedule. Couldn't expect Rose and Timothy to stop the hatching by themselves. Granted, Timothy was a good shot, but Rose was rubbish with a bow.

The girl in front of him took a deep breath to gather herself and then started to explain, "Okay. Listen. One day you're going to get stuck in 1969." He nodded making an odd look, but there were worse years. Lots of years in fact like before humans sorted out basic plumbing. The girl held out the purple file for him to take with a smile. "Make sure you've got this with you. You're going to need it."

Down the walk, Rose shouted to him and he nodded, glancing over at her. Turning back to the girl, he tightened his grip on the folder. "Yeah, listen, listen, got to dash . . . things happening. Well, four things. Well, four things and a lizard."

The young woman nodded and smiled, "Okay. No worries, on you go." He turned and began moving back to Rose and Timothy. "See you around, some day," she called to him.

Unable to resist, he turned back and asked, "What was your name?"

"Sally Sparrow," she replied with a large smile.

He smiled at the girl, Sally and nodded, "Nice to meet you Sally Sparrow."

A tall young man caught his attention as he came up the walk, staring at him in shock. The lad was looking at him absolutely dumbstruck and the Doctor was quite sure he was going to drop that milk he was carrying. He noticed Sally turn and look at the lad with a long gaze before taking his hand.

The lad looked down at their hands as Sally turned back to him and said calmly, "Goodbye, Doctor."

He watched them return inside the shop, unable to stop a small smile. "Doctor!" He jumped at the combined voice of Rose and Timothy and turned quickly, running to join them.

Handing the Doctor a cuppa, Rose sat down on the sofa next to him as he opened the file he had gotten from the girl earlier. He'd been a bit distracted ever since he'd gotten it and she was more than a little curious. During the migration he'd just shouted something about timelines when she'd asked if he'd know the young woman.

Timothy took a sip of his own tea and watched with interest, leaning forward to better see. Around the soft hum of the TARDIS surrounded them as they all lounged comfortably in the library. The Doctor smiled at them as the file opened and he pulled the stack of images and papers. Tossing the empty file on the table, the Doctor began flipping through the papers and stopped on the transcript. Frowning, he read it quickly aware of Rose reading over his shoulder. She grumbled and leaned back, crossing her arms.

The Doctor glanced up to see Timothy smile at her and ask, "What is it Rose?"

The Doctor found the spot on the transcript and smiled, "Says here Timothy that she's going to be working in a shop again when the two of us get pulled back in time."

"Any mention of me?"

The lad questioned and the Doctor paused, "Not that shows up on the transcript, but no worries. Even Rose only pops her head in the once." She grinned at him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek before grabbing some of the pictures as the Doctor handed the transcript over to Timothy.

Rose froze as she flipped to a new picture and saw the images of the weeping angels. "Doctor," she said softly trying to gain his attention for his conversation with Timothy. He didn't hear her and Rose felt like she couldn't look away from the picture, "Doctor!"

He jumped and asked, "What Rose?"

She swallowed and forced herself to look up from the picture. These creatures that are going to send us back, what are they?" Rose asked him in as calm a voice as she could manage.

The Doctor took the photo and grinned at it before frowning slightly in thought. "Fascinating race, the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely," he explained distastefully. "No mess, no fuss, they just zap you into the past and let you live to death. The rest of your life used up and blown away in the blink of an eye. You die in the past, and in the present they consume the energy of all the days you might have had, all your stolen moments. They're creatures of the abstract. They live off potential energy."

He grabbed the transcript from Timothy and flipped through it with a grin that made Rose smile a bit, "Lonely assassins, they were called. No-one knows where they came from. They're as old as the universe, or very nearly. They've survived this long as they have the most perfect defense system ever evolved. They are quantum-locked. They don't exist when being observed. The moment they're seen by any other living creature they freeze into rock. No choice. It's a fact of their biology. In the sight of any living thing, they literally turn to stone. And you can't kill a stone. Course, a stone can't kill you either. But then you turn your head away, then you blink, and oh, yes it can!" He waggled his eyebrows at Rose and flipped to his next line, "That's why they cover their eyes. They're not weeping, they can't risk looking at each other. Their greatest asset is their greatest curse. They can never be seen. The loneliest creatures in the universe." He set the transcript down and grinned. "You know I think this is going to be fun."

Rose nodded and took the picture from the Doctor as he watched her, "This is it Doctor."

"Pardon?" He asked, blinking at her.

Smiling, she held up the picture for him and answered, "The day in the park, I had walked over to look at some new statues in the park. They were weeping angels, four of them." She paused, grabbed the transcript and flipped it open to the last page. Reading something at the bottom she giggled and said, "I turned my back, I looked away and I blinked."

The Doctor looked at the picture and back to her with a grin, "Thank goodness you did Rose Tyler." Even with Timothy in the room he couldn't resist and leaned over to kiss Rose quickly. "Almost makes me like them."

"Me too," Rose agreed with a soft expression as she laid her head on her shoulder. "They got me home."