DISCLAIMER: None of the characters from Dr. Who belong to me, only the characters I have created for this story. This story is for pure enjoyment and not for sale or profit.
River Song stood in a dark alley off a darkened street in South London. She looked skyward at the sound of the TARDIS approaching. She loved that sound even though the Doctor was flying the space-time vehicle incorrectly by leaving the brakes on. No matter, the sound was music to her ears. River flashed her beautiful smile as the TARDIS appeared beside her. A moment later the Doctor opened the door and stepped out of the blue box.
"Hello, Sweetie," River said.
"Hi, River," the Doctor said. "I got your message."
"Oh, it's you!" River exclaimed, shocked at seeing the Tenth Doctor instead of the regenerated Eleventh Doctor.
"Of course it's me. Who were you expecting?" the Doctor asked.
"Oh, I was expecting you to be…I sent the message to….how did it get to you?" she stopped before she revealed anything more.
"River…what's going on? You sent for me didn't you? Why are you surprised to see me?"
"No, I'm not, really. It's just that I was expecting, hmmm, the messages were somehow diverted and one went to you…oh, never mind. I'm just glad you came." River said sweetly.
"Of course I came. Messages? What aren't you telling me?" asked the Doctor suspiciously.
River smiled. "Spoilers!"
The Doctor shook his head knowing he wouldn't get anything else out of the woman. "So, why am I here?"
"Well, I need your help in saving a very important man, a Father Octavian. He was sent here to keep Winston Churchill safe.
"Winston's in danger?"
"Yes, that's why Father Octavian was sent here."
"Yes, you don't know him now, but you will meet him in the future, when…" River again stopped herself from revealing too much to the Tenth Doctor who knew nothing at this moment in his time stream about her experiences with his regenerated self, Father Octavian and the Weeping Angels on the starship Byzantium.
"When what?" The Doctor asked.
River smiled again. "Spoilers."
"Will you stop saying that and tell me what's going on," the Doctor said, losing his patience.
"All right, Father Octavian is here on a covert operation."
"A priest, on a covert operation, in 1942?" the Doctor asked. "What's this all about?"
"Well, Father Octavian is a Bishop Second Class from the 51st Century church. He and his militarized clerics were sent here to protect Winston Churchill. Someone is going to try and assassinate the Prime Minister."
"Assassinate? Do they know who's behind it?"
"A militia of androids is all we know. Sorry, Doctor, I don't know the whole story. I was detained when this plot was discovered."
"Oh, really? Detained?" the Doctor said as the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile.
"Yes, detained. That's all you need to know," River said anxiously.
"No, no, you're not getting away with that. Come on, spill it out," the Doctor said. He was enjoying seeing the blonde squirm.
"All right, I was being held at the Storm Cage Holding Facility! Are you happy now?"
The Doctor chuckled. "At the Storm Cage Holding Facility? And why were you there?"
River smiled sweetly and batted her eyelashes. The Doctor answered for her. "I know, spoilers. Then what are you doing here?"
"Well, I was offered this mission in exchange for a pardon, which I expected the other time but unfortunately, it didn't happen."
The Doctor shook his head and decided not to ask any more questions. It was getting too confusing. He just wanted to know what he could do to help.
"So, Winston is the reason you called for my help," the Doctor stated.
"No. Mr. Churchill is safe now. Actually, it's Father Octavian. He and his clerics are missing. We need to know what happened to them."
"And why is this bishop so important?"
"Because he is instrumental in a future encounter with the Weeping Angels."
The Doctor's eyebrows shot up in surprise, remembering his experiences with the Weeping Angels. They had sent him back and trapped him in the year 1969. It wasn't until Sally Sparrow returned the TARDIS to him that the Weeping Angels were defeated by permanently locking them into place.
"We need to find him, Doctor. His tracking device is no longer transmitting, so it's like finding a needle in a haystack. And, that is why you're here."
Father Octavian, confused and disoriented, found himself on the front line in the middle of a fierce battle between German soldiers and the British army. What was he doing here? And where were his clerics? Suddenly, the bishop felt the impact of the explosion across his chest. His body was hurled backward, his back crashing to the ground with a hard thud.
Well, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Reviews are welcomed and are what keeps a writer motivated to continue. :o)