Statues in the Night - 10th Doctor x Reader Oneshot

Statues In The Night

The glow of the Christmas lights cast a soft, comforting ambiance in my living room. Tinsel sparkled, baubles shimmered, and the scent of pine filled the air, creating a cozy holiday atmosphere as the mug in my hands sent warmth through my body. My favourite Christmas music played softly in the background, filling the room with festive cheer.

As I gazed out the window at the twinkling decorations adorning the neighbouring houses, a sense of serenity washed over me. It was a tranquil scene, one that filled my heart with joy and contentment. But amidst the holiday cheer, something caught my eye—an anomaly amidst the festive decorations.

Across the street, in the garden of the house opposite mine, stood a collection of stone statues. They were a familiar sight, their owner's prized collection and part of the neighborhood's quirky charm. But tonight, there was something different, something unnerving about them. Amongst the familiar figures, a new addition had appeared—a figure cloaked in darkness, crafted with unearthly gracefulness, hands covering its face.

A chill ran down my spine as I studied the eerie figure, a sense of unease settling in the pit of my stomach. The other statues seemed to pale in comparison to this new arrival, its presence casting a shadow over the cheerful holiday scene.

I dared not look away, my eyes fixed on the menacing figure across the street. With trembling hands, I reached blindly beside me for my phone, my thumb hovering over the speed dial for the TARDIS. I refused to break eye contact, willing myself to keep my gaze fixed on the Weeping Angel for as long as possible.

I pressed the button, my heart pounding in my chest, and watched the Angel as the phone began to ring. Ring after agonising ring, the sound echoed in the silence of the night. The cheerful melody of the Christmas music was drowned out by the relentless ringing, the once comforting tune now a jarring cacophony.

As the phone continued to ring, unanswered, I felt a surge of panic rising within me. My thumb still hovered over the button, I pressed it again, desperate for a response, desperate for the Doctor to pick up.

But there was only silence, the music faded to a stop, the ringing of the phone now the only sound in the stillness of the night. I struggled to keep my eyes open, my vision blurring as exhaustion and fear threatened to overwhelm me, and my body gave in, eyes closing before opening again half a second later.

And then, with a sudden slam, a door echoed through the silence. I twisted around, my heart pounding in my chest, to see the Weeping Angel standing, clawed fingers reaching towards me, in the doorway of my living room.

The phone stopped ringing once more, leaving only deafening silence with still no answer.

Against my will, I blinked one last time, the world spinning around me. And when I opened my eyes, I was face to face with the Weeping Angel, fangs bared, as its stone features contorted into a menacing grin.

I jolted awake, gasping for breath, my heart racing as I sat up in bed. Beads of sweat dotted my forehead, and I clutched the blanket to my chest, trying to calm my racing thoughts. It took a moment for the realisation to sink in that it was just a nightmare—a vivid, terrifying dream that felt all too real.

Shaking off the remnants of fear, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, steadying myself against the wave of dizziness that washed over me. With trembling hands, I wrapped myself in my blanket, making my way out of the bedroom and into the familiar corridors of the TARDIS.

The soft hum of the time machine surrounded me, a comforting presence in the darkness of the night. Each corridor echoed with the gentle thrum of the TARDIS's engines, a soothing melody, wrapped around me like a warm embrace.

I followed the well-worn path to the control room, my steps quickening with each passing moment. I needed to see the Doctor, to feel his reassuring presence and know that I was safe.

As I entered the control room, I found the Doctor hunched over the console, his brow furrowed in concentration. The soft glow of the TARDIS's displays illuminated his features, casting shadows that danced across his face.

He looked up as he heard me approach, concern etched into his features. "Couldn't sleep?" he asked softly, his voice filled with warmth and understanding.

I nodded, my throat tight with unspoken fear. Unable to find the words to describe the terror that still gripped my heart, I crossed the room and sank down onto the chair beside him, the weight of exhaustion settling heavily upon my shoulders.

The Doctor watched me as I settled in the seat, his gaze full of understanding, sensing my fear. Without hesitation he sat beside me, pulling me in for a comforting hug.

'Nightmare?' He murmured gently, tracing soft patterns on my arm.

I slowly nodded again. 'Weeping Angels,' I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

'Ah, yes. Weeping Angels,' he acknowledged, his tone thoughtful. 'Terrifying creatures, no doubt.'

I simply made a sleepy noise in agreement, grateful for his validation of my fears. I leaned further in to his embrace, using him as a hiding spot from the things that might lurk behind closed doors. Or closed eyes.

As the steady rhythm of his dual heartbeat calmed my own, I let out a small yawn, exhaustion washing over me.

'Sleep. I'm here. I reckon, even nightmares are too afraid of me to come anywhere near whilst I'm around,' the Doctor hummed above me, his arms tightening around me in reassurance.

I smiled faintly into his chest as my eyes closed once again, this time a peaceful darkness enveloping me.