The Doctor's Angel

Army Of Ghosts/Doomsday

Merandria, an angel who had spent millennia understanding the mysteries of life and death, knew what ghosts were supposed to be—remnants, echoes, fragments trapped between worlds. She had seen them, felt their anguish, and witnessed the devastation they left in their wake. But when the false ghosts appeared on Earth, her curiosity was piqued. These weren't souls lost in transition; these were something else entirely. And despite her orders to remain by the Doctor's side, to guard him and ensure his survival, she couldn't resist the pull of this mystery.

She had shadowed Torchwood for months, watching their secretive experiments as they manipulated the ghosts, bringing them forth in controlled shifts. The more they tampered with them, the stronger these apparitions grew, and Merandria's divine senses tingled with foreboding. Deep down, she knew the Doctor should have been here, investigating these false spirits. Yet, she stayed hidden, unwilling to expose herself—still too hesitant, too cautious, to interfere openly.

In her travels, she visited America, checking in on Castiel and the Winchesters. Their world was in chaos, battling the apocalypse with Lucifer and Michael at the brink of war. The brothers, always resourceful, were struggling to stop the end of days, and Castiel—ever loyal—was fighting alongside them. Merandria longed to tell them she was watching over them too, that she had one eye on their plight and another on these mysterious ghosts. But she dared not. Heaven would never allow her to openly assist them. Associating with a fallen angel like Castiel, let alone helping the Winchesters, could get her expelled from Heaven entirely. So, she kept her distance.

But the moment she felt that familiar ripple—the unmistakable presence of the Doctor—her purpose snapped back into focus. He was here, at last. Merandria felt the unmistakable compulsion to act, her duty burning bright within her. Without hesitation, she materialized just behind the Doctor and Jackie Tyler, her celestial form invisible to most. She heard the Doctor's cheerful exclamation, "Allons-y! But not too fast, her ankle's going." Recognition flooded through her. She had been right; he should have been here all along.

But before she could move, her presence was detected. Yvonne Hartman, ever vigilant, caught sight of her. "Seize her!" came the command, but it was too late. Merandria vanished in a blink, her form dissolving into light as she reappeared miles away, gasping for breath in the familiar setting of the Tyler flat. Her heart raced. She had almost been caught—so close to exposing herself. She cursed under her breath, shaking her head in frustration. She was better than this, a warrior, not some fledgling who stumbled in the face of danger.

Steeling herself, she returned to the Doctor's side, once more invisible, standing just behind him as the situation escalated. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of the metal creatures emerging—the Daleks. The Doctor's words were sharp, but his face was grim with recognition. "Oh yes. Harmless is just the word. That's why I like it! Doesn't kill, doesn't wound, doesn't maim, but I'll tell you what it does do. It's very good at opening doors."

Daleks. The very name struck an ancient, primal fear in her that she didn't expect. She had read the files in Heaven, heard the whispered tales of the Time War, of the chaos these creatures had wrought. Their existence was a blight on the universe. And now they were here, threatening the Doctor. Her protective instincts flared to life.

Without waiting for the Doctor's orders, Merandria surged forward, her angel blade sliding from her sleeve into her hand. Her eyes blazed with divine light as she raised her hand toward the nearest Dalek. A surge of bright white energy burst forth from her, striking the Dalek in its core. The creature shrieked as its systems overloaded, temporarily incapacitated. It wasn't enough to destroy it, but it bought them time.

The Doctor's voice rang out, urging them to run. Her focus was solely on the enemies before her. The Cybermen began to flood in, cold and relentless, but she was faster. Her blade danced through the air, slicing through their steel bodies with ease, her movements fluid and precise like a well-rehearsed dance of death. Each strike was accompanied by a burst of divine energy, and the clattering of metal echoed around her as the Cybermen fell.

To the others, she would have looked like a vision from a myth—an angelic warrior, her blade shimmering in the low light, her figure a blur of motion. But Merandria wasn't fighting for glory or spectacle. She was fighting to protect the Doctor. She felt his eyes on her as she cleared the path for their escape, but she didn't dare turn to look. The moment was too critical, and the stakes too high.

Only when she was sure they had gone did she finally vanish again, disappearing in a blink as she reappeared in a new location. But this time, something was different. She stood now in front of the Doctor, and to her surprise, he was alone. He seemed...broken. The pain etched across his face was so deep, so raw, that Merandria instinctively stepped forward to heal him.

But before she could, a figure materialized beside him—a blonde woman, radiating with energy that Merandria couldn't quite place. Rose. The lover, the one who held his hearts. Merandria froze, her hand falling to her side as she watched their reunion, her chest tight with uncertainty. Should she be witnessing this? She had only come because she had felt the Doctor's pain, but now she wasn't sure where she belonged.

Rose's voice shattered the moment, bringing urgency back into the room. "We've got Cybermen on the way up."

Merandria snapped into action, her fingers twitching as she prepared to fight once more. She disappeared with the sound of wings, vanishing from the Doctor's side before he could realize she had been there.

As the Doctor and Rose prepared to face their fate, Merandria fought in the shadows, taking down Cybermen one by one, her angel blade gleaming with celestial light. She moved like a storm, dodging their attacks with ease, every strike landing with deadly precision. Her mission was clear: protect the Doctor, no matter the cost.

And as the Doctor's device whirred to life, signalling the end of the battle, Merandria vanished once more, retreating to the Winchesters. She watched as they struggled to prevent the apocalypse, her heart heavy with the knowledge of the battles still to come. She shook her head, knowing that their fight was only just beginning.

But her thoughts, as always, drifted back to the Doctor—the man she was destined to protect, the one who stood at the centre of so many conflicts. She couldn't help but wonder what the future held for him. And whether she would be by his side when the time came.