Teen!WhoLock

Chapter Thirteen: Summer

The Doctor came out of the room, looking sad. Sherlock, John, and I were all waiting.

"So... What's with the angels?" John asked curiously. The Doctor laughed humorlessly.

"You wouldn't believe me." he said, looking away.

"First Gabi, now you." I snapped suddenly. "I really wish everyone would just quit trying to hide things!"

Everyone looked at me in surprise. Usually, I'm oh so calm. I never snap at anyone, and I never swear or anything. But tonight I was under a lot of stress.

"Um... Weeping Angels." the Doctor said. "The Lonely Assassins."

Sherlock made a noise of disbelief.

"Shh." I said before crossing my arms and gestured for the Doctor to go on.

"It's... it's kinda hard to explain." the Doctor admitted. "Um... Okay, so the Weeping Angel are Quantum Locked. Arrgh! How do I put this into words... Oh! So, say you see a stone statue. You can't hurt stone. And stone can't hurt you, right? It can't move, either.

"But then you look away. Then you blink, and oh yes it can. Quantum Locked basically means that you can't move while a living thing is looking at you. But once whatever is looking at you looks away, or blinks, you can.

"Weeping Angels are fast. Ridiculously fast. Say your at a 690 meter field. Your at one end, the Angel is at the other. You blink, and suddenly it's right in front of you."

I saw disbelief in Sherlock's eyes, and I don't know if John was paying attention to anything the Doctor said. I, however, was getting less doubtful about this whole angel thing. I was actually really curious about them.

"Is there anything you can do to stop it?" I asked.

The Doctor shook his head. "Unless there are two, one behind you and one right in front of you. Then you can move away, and the Angels would be stuck looking at each other."

"Why would that work?" John asked. Yep. He hadn't been paying attention.

"Because, John," Sherlock sighed. "The Angels are living things. If they can be quantum locked, and they look at each other, then they'll be stuck like that forever."

"Oh..." John said sheepishly. The Doctor crossed his arms. He was looking at the three of us, but his gaze was unfoucused. I could tell he was thinking.

"That's why their eyes are covered. They can't risk looking at each other. The most lethal of killers, yet they're the loneliest assassins in the universe."

I felt a pang of sympathy for the angels. I couldn't imagine going place to place like that, knowing that there are others, but not not being able to have contact with them.

The Doctor shook himself out of his daze. "Anyway, I know two different breeds. One sends you back in time, lets you live out the rest of your life. The other, if it catches you, will just snap your neck."

There was silence. Not even a random gunshot this time.

"Why are you telling us this?" Sherlock asked.

"Because you wanted to know." the Doctor said smoothly.

"No, why are you telling us about the types of angels?" Sherlock said. The Doctor didn't answer, just looked at me.

"Because..." I realized. "Amy was still there, and alive. She wasn't zapped to the past, and her neck was definiately not snapped."

"Which means..."

"There's a third type of angel."
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The whole school buzzed with the information that there was a murder on school grounds. Some people were excited, some people were terrified, and Jack Harkness took it as a sign to flirt with everyone.