Chase The Wind: Doctor Who/Studio C [Book 1]

Blink (Part 3)

2007

Sally Sparrow went to the police.

Suddenly, she understood why no one in the movies ever did. "Look, I know how mad I'm sounding."

"Shall we try it from the beginning this time?" said the desk sargent.

"Okay, there's this house, a big old house, been empty for years, falling apart. Wester Drumlins, out by the estate. You've probably seen it."

"Wester Drumlin?"

"Yes!"

He stared at her for a long moment. "Would you just wait here for a minute?"

A sound that was half sigh, half groan escaped her lips. Thunder rumbled overhead and she shivered, having been caught out in the storm on her way in.

Sally turned, glancing out the window to see if the rain had cleared up any. Instead, her eyes were drawn to the cathedral across the street... where two Weeping Angels appeared to have taken up residence.

She furrowed her brow, stepping toward the window. It couldn't be...

She blinked.

And they were gone.

"Okay, cracking up now," she said to herself, peering out into the rain for a few moments more before turning and stepping back away from the window.

~~~

1969

They passed the two days mark. Then they passed the two weeks mark. They had just passed three when, one cool Tuesday evening, Mallory's voice drifted out of the open door of the bathroom.

"I still can't believe we got stuck again."

Her words echoed through the apartment—or flat, as the Doctor insisted on calling it. When it became apparent that first day that they were going to be here for some unknown period of time, the Doctor had acquired them a place to stay and enough money to live on. Neither of his companions inquired how.

"Yeah," Matt finally answered, watching her take her hair out a severe bun that reminded him too much of 1913. Though he'd never say it, a small smile tugged on his lips as her hair fell down again.

"And that we're working at the nineteen sixties' equivalent of a 7/11 while we wait for the Doctor to figure out how to get us out of here."

"There were 7/11s in the nineteen sixties," the Doctor called from the kitchen.

"Not on this side of the pond," she shot back.

"True." The Time Lord glanced up, watching as Mallory ran a hand through her hair before leaving the bathroom and settling on the couch beside Matt. "Really, it's not as bad as you make it out to be."

She turned around and fixed him with a glare. "Time Lords who spend all day tinkering and rely on the generous financial support of their companions shouldn't throw stones," she told him.

Matt couldn't help but chuckle. "What she said."

"It's not my fault you don't approve of my very slightly less than legal ways of providing room and board," the Doctor said, before stowing the sonic screwdriver in his teeth as he held two wires from whatever he was working on together, yelping as they sparked.

"What are you working on?" Mallory asked.

He mumbled something that neither of them could make out, thanks to the sonic still being in his teeth.