The Rebels of the Fallen

Blink

The three of us unceremoniously landed on our behinds in 1969.

I was the first up, shaking off the added gravel and dirt. My skirt was a little ruffled, so I brushed it down. The groans and grunts of Martha and the Doctor rising up made me turn my attention to them.

I walked up to Martha's side. She flailed a bit, so I held her arm. "Are you okie dokie?"

Martha took a deep breath, standing firmly on the ground. She paused to make sure it stuck. "Yeah, think so."

"Son!" I called out.

A beat.

"Rebel!?" I called out again.

Rebel barked.

"Thatta boy!" The dog ran to my side. That was a relief. For a moment, I thought that my boy had been stuck in modern times. That would've been a tragedy. My new face, committing genocide on Weeping Angels. Nobody wants to see that.

I mean I kinda wanna see it now

But thanks to Angels in Manhattan I know what happens you when hurt them and leave survivors

So I best not strike until I know I can kill them off

"Time travel without a capsule is a wild ride." The Doctor groaned as he got up, leaning against a brick wall. He looked at us. "Are you two alright?"

We nodded.

"Turn around-" I reminded him.

The Doctor gave me a strong look to shut up. "I know."

"Every now and then I get a little bit lonely-"

"I said I know. You told me to turn around. I didn't listen." The Doctor replied.

"Someday you'll come around." I reached up, patting his head. The Doctor moved his head to avoid my hand ruining his hair.

"Where are we?" Martha asked. "Weren't we just at that house?"

"Then we were moved." I reported to her. "By the Angels."

"'Angels'?" Martha repeated. "You mean, that angel statue thing? That moved us here? Where is here?"

"Same place we left." I informed her. "Just earlier."

Martha gave me a look saying my answers weren't very helpful. I tilted my head, wondering what I could do to make them better.

"A lot earlier. 1969, by my estimate." The Doctor answered. He looked around, searching for something with a concerned expression.

"How did we get here?" Martha asked, confused. "We didn't take the TARDIS!"

"There are many roads back home." I told her.

Martha looked at me in confusion.

The Doctor stepped in. "There are lots of other ways of time travel. If I had to guess." The Doctor pulled out the sonic, scanning the area around us. He checked the results. "Yeah...it's-"

"Are you looking for Angels, sir?" I wondered.

"Yes." The Doctor answered.

"Golly gee, sir, that sounds dangerous, sir."

The Doctor gave me a scolding look- one that was almost ruined by his smug smirk. "I don't need your sass."

I tilted my head. "Sass, sir? I didn't know I was giving sass, sir."

"Yes you did. You always know when you give sass." The Doctor countered.

"Me thinks this new one does not know, sir." I joked.