No Ordinary Fan Fiction...

Chapter 12

Darren and Sami leaped away from eachother as though they had been electrocuted.

The sound of the scream made Darren's stomach twist into a tight knot and his heart thumped in his chest.

Sami looked at Darren, terrified, then in the direction of where the scream had come from.

Darren held out his hand and she took it. They began walking in the direction of where they had heard the scream, holding their breath.

After a while and as they got closer and closer, they began to hear whimpering. They followed the sound of the quiet cries until they rounded a large book capinet to find, of all people, Lauren, curled up with her knees pressed to her chin as she whimpered quietly on the floor. The Doctor had his arms around her as he tried to calm her down.

Darren's jaw dropped at the bizarre sight. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Then Sami gasped and pointed at something. Darren followed her finger and saw a blue telephone box with the door left wide open. Sami trotted over to it and peered inside.

"Merlins Pants," she whispered. Then she whipped round to stare at the Doctor.

"What the hell happened?" Asked Darren.

Then out of nowhere came a low, calm voice that Darren didn't recognise.

"It was the Angels," came the voice, then Sami moved out of the way and a man stepped out of the telephone box, closely followed by another, shorter man.

"Who...Who are you? What? Angels? I don't understand," Darren said, looking from The Doctor and Lauren to the two men.

"My name is Sherlock Holmes, this is John Watson. My daughter happened to be unfortunate enough to come face to face with the Weeping Angels. They may be made from stone but they're dangerous, merciless and if you blink too many times, you're dead."

Darren looked at Lauren. She was getting up from the floor and was wiping away her tears fiercly.

"I didn't need any help, dad. I could have handled it," she said, sending a glowering look at Darren. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"What the hell were you doing in this room anyway?" Sherlock asked.

"I just...I like to come here to be alone. And when I saw the statue I didn't know it was dangerous. But then I blinked and it seemed to come closer, and closer...I just..." Lauren began shaking at the memory.

"It's okay," The Doctor said, "We took care of it, you're alright." He started to put his arm around her but she pulled away and turned to face Darren, pointing a threatening finger at him.

"You better not tell anyone about this," she said fiercly, "Or I'll make you pay for it."

Darren didn't say anything, but Sami stepped forward and faced The Doctor.

"You're a time-lord, aren't you," she said. "I've read about them, and that box," she pointed to the blue telephone box, "that's how you travel, isn't it.."

The Doctor smiled at her and said "Well I suppose there's no point in denying it. Don't worry, Dumbledore knows. We're actually old friends, him and me. I was there for him when Ariana died and-"

"Yes yes enough about your bromance with Dumbledore," said Sherlock impatiently. "Doctor, we really should go now."

"Yes, right. Well I suppose I'll see you kids in class tomorrow," he said. The Doctor saluted them, smiled at Lauren who glowered back and then walked over to the telephone box, following Sherlock and Watson inside.

"Cheerio!" He called, and he closed the door. There was a strange whirring noise and the box faded from sight.

"This year just gets weirder and weirder," said Darren.

*..*..*

Darren was alone, pacing around in the Gryffindor changing rooms of the Quidditch stadium. His nerves were getting the better of him. He hadn't practiced nearly as much as he should have and this match was really important.

"Hey..." came a voice. Darren turned around to see Sami stood in the entrance-way. She was leaning against the frame and her eyes were twinkling. Her hair was pulled back in a messy, sporty pony-tail, her side fringe swooping over one gooseberry-coloured eye.

"Hey!" Darren replied, smiling. Sami walked in further.

"I just wanted to come to say good luck, I know you'll do great."

"Thanks, I guess I'm just not feeling... myslef today," Darren said with a sigh. He sat down on the bench and Sami sat next to him.

"Maybe I can perk you up?" said Sami, and she leaned in, pressing her lips against his and immediately he felt a warm, tingly feeling rush through him. Darren's hand moved up to caress one side of her face. The kiss was gentle and tender, making Darren's insides squirm as he moved in closer to her. He would be happy so stay attached to Sami's lips for the rest of his life until...

"Darren! It's time to get this show in the road! Lets g-WHOOAA EXCUSE ME look what we have here!"

They pulled away from each other in an instant. Darren looked up to see the goofy grin of Joey Richter stood in the doorway to the changing rooms. Joey leaned one hand against the door frame and dramatically placed one hand on his hip. He cocked an eyebrow and winked at them.

"Having a pre-game snog are we Darren?"

"Oh bugger off you nosy git," said Darren and he picked up his towell and threw it at Joey's head. It hit him straight in the face. Sami giggled and blushed, but stood up to leave.

"Anyway Darren, good luck, I'll see you around." And she left. Joey grinned at her as she passed him.

Darren shook his head at Joey as he stood up, picked up his broom and followed him out of the changing rooms.

"You floppy-wanded twat," he grumbled playfully at Joey, who smiled sheepishly back.

"My wand is anything but floppy."

"We were kind of in the middle of something you know."

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"Just wait til you're kissing Bonnie, then I'll get my revenge." Darren winked at him and made his way into the stall where the rest of the team were waiting with their brooms mounted, ready to take off onto the pitch.

Then Joey sensed someone behind him. He turned around to see Bonnie.

Her mouth slightly ajar, staring at him.