Peace and War [Closed]

[Lucyfer]

The blue box finally landed at a time where it would not be too unusual to see it, though the place might have been questionable. A blonde man stuck his head out of the box and took in the fresh air that cool spring day, and let it out a contented sigh. The flowers were in bloom around the pool outside the Pentagon, and the birds were singing over the sounds of what appeared to be a protest. “Mm? Oh, right, right, Vietnam!” He said to himself and reached back for his blue blazer since it was a bit cold. Despite the fact he was wearing long sleeves, the white shirt was made of a thin material. He stepped fully out of the box. He shut the door behind himself.


He didn’t usually find himself in peaceful protests, so this was something unique. It also appealed to his inner pacifist. He thought it would be a good idea to go see how the humans were organizing themselves, and so he walked on towards the crowd with their colorful signs and witty little chants, a charmed smile on his lips as he looked around them in wonder.


“Hey man!” Someone called over to him, and the Doctor turned himself around to see who it was. It was a blonde girl with a bubbly disposition, and a clear accent, “Are you, like, looking to join us?”


“Maybe,” he said, “What’s on the agenda?”


Her eyes lit up and she said, “We’re gonna be marching to Arlington here soon, and remind people that war is a real bad scene. We’re almost home!” The slang went a bit over his head, but he nodded politely anyway.


She seemed to take that as consent, “Come on, then!” and she grabbed the sleeve of his blazer to pull him along. “We need to book it!”


The Doctor let himself be dragged along, though at first he nearly tripped over his own red sneakers. Arlington! That would be a fascinating place, wouldn’t it? Well, maybe not presently, but in the past, before it was a cemetery, he imagined the figures would have been quite interesting to meet. “Here!” She deposited the Doctor amidst the group, and he blinked in confusion. She motioned out to the others, “They’ll help ya get involved,” and to them, she said, “I found this chill cat looking in on us, and he’s totally down with what we’re doing!”


“Erm,” sure. He gave a slightly worried smile, but it was pleasant none-the-less, to the group he’d been dropped into. He brushed one hand down his jeans, and then offered it in a shake to any of them, "Hello there, I'm the Doctor."

 

[DealerLady94]

The campsite was alive with the prospects of a new event. Many were running around tripping whatever they were passing around this morning. Cynthia however was more on the intellectual side of the protests. Most only used the protests as a reason to rebel against their parents or to get high. Yes, Cynthia at first had joined the protests as a way to get away from her parents. Sighing, she sat in front of her tent enjoying the cool spring air. Closing her eyes she thought about her parents, they had wanted so much for her. From the time she was twelve they had her whole life planned out for her. After high school she was going to work as a secretary at her father's company. Not because she needed a job but because then her father could introduce her to the eligible young men. After she married she would quit her job to become a stay at house mom well her husband worked for her father. Eventually he would take over the company from her father. No where in that would Cynthia be able to go to college. She would have always been the women behind the man.


As Cynthia shook off the thought of her parents, people were starting to move towards the cemetery. Pushing herself off the ground she grabbed her purse. She slung the brown bag over her shoulder letting it fall to hit her right hip. Bending over again she grabbed the signs knowing that no one else would remember.Since Cynthia was one of the few who wasn't stoned out of their mind all the time, she often scheduled rallies and made signs. Her a


Cynthia ran to catch up to the group of people move towards Arlington. Her ankle length skirt billowed around her as she ran, the loss skirt she wore did nothing to keep the cool air off her skin. As she got closer she see Crystal, or at least thats what she called herself introducing a stranger. The look of utter confusion on his face and the look of his clothes were evidence of how out of place he way. Pushing her long brown hair out of her face she handed out signs so she could have a free hand to greet the stranger.


"Doctor? Doctor who?" She asked as she shook his out stretched. Being the self educated person that she was, she hated talking like she didn't have a brain. "I'm Cynthia Grace. Kind of the closes thing to a leader we've got."

 

[Lucyfer]

The Doctor’s smile widened, just a tick, at the familiar question about ‘who’ he was. “Oh, Doctor is what everyone calls me, so just Doctor.” Sometimes it was accepted as a nickname until people figured out he really didn’t go by any other name. His real name was known to only a few, now, with Gallifrey gone.


As their hands released, the Doctor brightened as she claimed to be the leader. “Really?” He sounded pleasantly surprised. He was expecting someone not so in-touch, but she looked marvelously lucid. He glanced around, then looked to the signs, “Did you think to go to Arlington? It’s a genius idea, really!” He was speaking more openly, despite his appearance.


He had wanted to meet the leader of this thing, and probe their mind about these peaceful protests thing. Martin Luther King Jr. had been such a fascinating man to talk to, and Gandhi, too. He was certain these lesser-known protest starters were also amazing, since they were removing themselves from the cultures of violence that surrounded them. “Oh, should I take a sign?” he asked, realizing he might look odd without one. Though, he couldn’t imagine there was a sign for everyone. It might be improper for such a new person to take up a sign.


The blonde giggled at his sudden burst of enthusiasm, and with a wink to Cynthia suggested her ‘See? Told you he was chill!’ Before she took up a sign and went to get herself lost in the crowd again.

 

[DealerLady94]

Cynthia caught the Doctor's slight excitement when she asked him 'who' he was. Part of her expected a long drawn out explanation or something. But when she didn't get it she just smiled. "Groovy." Cynthia nodded as she passed out signs to who ever wanted to grab one.


Slowly, she started walking with the swarm of people not wanting to get left behind. She frown a little when the Doctor sounded surprise at the fact that she was the Leader. "It's not really that big of a deal I just enjoy fighting for a cause." She stated sadly looking over the crowds. A smile spread across her face when he started asking more about Arlington. "I took an idea someone else had about a cemetery and just took it to the next level. Instead of death in general this focuses on the deaths of the men fighting the war."


The more the stranger talked the more Cynthia became interested in him. He wasn't like anybody else around her but there was a level of connection between them. "You really don't seem like the protesting type. But anyone's welcome to a sign." She stated handing him a sign that read, 'End the ear before it ends you.'


The crowd moved into the cemetery chanting or signing as they walked. As Cynthia got to the gates, the police were starting to show up. "Always fighting non violence with violence." She said softly to herself as she passed through the gates. Two statues stood of either side of the gate. Angels weeping for the dead, or at least that what the locals said about them.

 

[Lucyfer]

The woman could take an idea and make it better, picking the cemetery to match the message. It pleased the Doctor to hear that, and he accepted the sign that was handed to him, glancing up at the words written on it, and nodding to himself.


Her statement deserved a response, “I try not to,” he said, added, “that is, look the sort. Not a fan of fighting, don’t want to look like I’m about to start one, either. I’ve had my fair share of war.” Enough of it for him to have a grudging respect of soldiers, while always wanting to spare them the hardship.


Oh, to have a universe where war was not necessary!


At the cemetery, he saw the police and let out a breath in a sigh. He sincerely hoped the police would remain peaceful and just do their job to make sure no fights would break out, but he didn’t hold much hope for that. Someone would say something, and it would escalate. The Doctor had the terrible feeling it would be one of the protestors who would take it too far. As he dwelt on that, he turned his gaze from the police to the cemetery.


His eyes found the angel, and he knew immediately what it was. He felt the chill shoot down his back and straightened, “How long have these angels been here?” He asked off-handedly, not certain that Cynthia would even know. His eyes followed them as they passed, his head looking over his shoulder. He almost walked backwards, but got himself together before then.


‘There are enough police here, enough eyes, it’s fine, they’re harmless.’ He tried to tell himself, despite years and years of knowing better.

 

[DealerLady94]

Cynthia was intrigued by the man, he didn't look like someone to protest a war but he also didn't like he had ever been to war. At least that had been her thought until she looked into his eyes. She had seen that look many time in the men coming home from the war. She nodded softly. "I can see it in your eyes. Those eyes aren't of someone young with out loss."


The crowd filed into the cemetery, creating a circle on the edge. Everyone sat and held hands well except a few who were becoming a little more vocal about their cause. Shouting at the police. Cynthia became nervous that this protest would turn into a riot. She looked to the Doctor who looked slightly frightened until he asked about the angels. She was confused. "I'm not sure I'm not from around here. But there are two at every entrance to the cemetery." She looking back at them.


She was about to question why he was so worried about the angels when one of the louder protesters grabbed a rock and chucked it at a cop. "Great." She stated as the cops moved forward to engage. Cynthia took seat on the ground joining in the circle hoping that if they stayed sitting no more violence. But when the cops started beating the one protester a few more broken for the circle engaging in fight. Cynthia was stuck she didn't know how to stop what was already happening.

 

[Lucyfer]

The Doctor’s eyes weren’t young at all. Briefly, he wondered if it was possible for her to even fathom how old he truly was, considering she had no idea he was even alien. ‘And what would she think if she knew what I’ve done?’ A tremble of guilt and shame tugged at his heartstrings, and he looked back to the angels.


“I see,” he mused. He wasn’t sure if it would be better if they’d been there a while or not. They didn’t look to be in decay. This worried him.


However, he was soon distracted by a more pressing issue. Violence broke out, just as he feared. He saw Cynthia set down, and he considered it himself. The problem was, he was never a passive man. He saw others starting to get beaten and he grit his teeth and marched closer to the scene, “Oi! That’s quite enough now!” He didn’t shout, but his voice was raised to resound over the sound.


Of course, it also went ignored, but he had expected that. From his pocket he took his newly fashioned sonic screwdriver, and held it aloft. The red tip lit up, and a high-pitched whistle sound came from it. It was painful to hear, and the Doctor expected that would be enough to defuse the situation for at least a moment.

 

[DealerLady94]

Cynthia watched the Doctor as he moved towards the violence at first she wanted to shake her head. She just figured that he was intending to join the violence not to stop it. When he called out to the men fighting without yelling her curiosity grew. As she pulled herself from the ground to run after him a high-pitched whistle came from the Doctor's direction.


Everyone in the radius of the Doctor closed their eyes and put their hands to their ears. No one was watching the angels. In a split second the Angels at the entrance turned and moved to attack. Instead of the kind looking Angels who had greeted them into the cemetery, fearsome monsters took their place. The stone statues fang were frozen in an almost growl. Claws looked like sharp daggers ready to attack. The Angels themselves were frozen ready to attack.


"Doctor?" Cynthia called out to him as she looked at the Angels a terrified look on her face.

 

[Lucyfer]

The Doctor had not shut his eyes, and so they fell on one of the angels quickly. He couldn’t get all in his gaze, but people were starting to open their eyes quickly and most were now distracted by the angels that had moved from their places. “Well,” the Doctor was not pleased with this.


‘Why would they risk this, out in broad daylight? This is idiocy.’


Not that he knew the angels to be smart. Just hungry, instinctual things, that occasionally took over a city. He still didn’t know how they managed that. “Everyone, keep the angels in your eyesight. This is a much bigger problem than the war right now, as these creatures will kill you.”


“Wha? Woo….” The Doctor almost slapped his forehead at one teen's response.


“Look at them, not in the eyes,” the Doctor directed, then considered his audience. How many of them were drugged? How many had authority issues? “Er, Cynthia?” He started to look for her, but of course, someone had an issue.


The police clearly did, “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to relinquish that weapon,” he gestured towards the still-aloft sonic screwdriver.


“This?” He laughed, lowered it, “This is a screwdriver, it’s not a weapon.” There were enough eyes from the crowd to keep the angels watched, but the Doctor wasn’t sure what to do. He’d always just run from the angels. He couldn’t run from these. He’d be endangering too many people.

 

[DealerLady94]

Cynthia heard what Doctor had said about looking at the angels. As she started to move closer to the doctor she kept her eyes on the angels. For some reason she figure that being near his was the safest way to go.


"Doctor, what are the things?" Cynthia asked just before the police interrupted. She risked a quick glance at the object in the Doctor hand, thinking that it looked nothing like a screw driver. Quickly she looked back at the angels.


Half of the stoned teens ran in fear away from the two angels at the entrance. The other half assumed that they were hallucinating and just laid back in the grass. Cynthia wasn't sure how many other angels there were but from what she could tell they didn't move as long as you were looking at them.


"Doctor what do we do?" Cynthia was serious and she wanted to help.

 

[Lucyfer]

The police weren’t sure how to take the Doctor’s answer, which bought him time. Some began to run off, and though he could yell at them, the Doctor knew it would be a waste of breath. “They’re called Weeping Angels,” he answered Cynthia’s first question, “They live by taking people’s potential lives. Time energy. One touch, and poof!” The Doctor gestured with his hands, throwing his arms wide, “You’re gone. Back in time. They can’t move when they’re being looked at, though.”


Which, the Doctor realized, might be the only way to get the angels to stop being a threat. They’d have to be stopped while looking at each other.


That was the difficulty. Maybe. The Angels were usually quite attracted to his TARDIS. “I think…perhaps we need to get back to my vehicle, and bring it here.” He had to hope that would work, because otherwise it was going to be a terrible game of ‘not tag’ with the angels, and the angels would win.


He took a step back, recalling his way towards the entrance, and then looked over his shoulder. ‘Shoot.’ Just as he thought that, though, his mind kicked into gear, and he offered his arm to Cynthia, “Let’s walk, back to back,” they could keep an eye on all things around them, that way.

 

[DealerLady94]

Cynthia was a few feet away from the Doctor now still looking at the angels. "They are aliens, right?" She asked seriously. For the longest time Cynthia had an interest in the weird, she had read everything out there about aliens. It was truly fascinating.


"Your vehicle? How will your vehicle help us?" She asked and then seen his out stretched arm.


Hesitantly she took his arm and turned so she was back to back with him. She kept her eyes open looking at the angels. "Doctor why are these angels here?"

 

[Lucyfer]

“Hard to call them aliens,” the Doctor said, “when they’ve been on Earth from the beginning,” they weren’t native to earth like the fairies, but they had been here for a long period of time. It was strange how that sometimes worked.


Cynthia’s arm locked with his. He smiled over his shoulder at her, then quickly went back to looking ahead. “If you need to blink,” he added as he started to move back towards the entrance, “Do it one eye at a time,” he didn’t answer her query about why they were here. They were always on Earth, but usually not gathered together, and usually not this stupid.


The Doctor understood they needed energy to survive, but he wished they wouldn’t organize like this. He understood survival, but this was too much. Though, he was biased—the angels had hurt him by taking Amy and Rory from him. Otherwise he might be fine with their intelligence and organizing. Humans, after all, did so much more organizing to do so much more than survive.


He did answer her other question, “The angels like my vehicle. It should be a good distraction.” He added, “It has a particular energy that they liked to feed on. They’ve tried to steal it from me before. Never succeeded.” Bit of pride, there.

 

[DealerLady94]

Cynthia had only used the question to see if aliens were real or not. "So you are not denying that aliens are real?" She asked agains as she locked arms with him as they moved away from the cemetery. When he didn't answer her second she didn't push it either he didn't know or he didn't want to tell. There was no point pushing it.


"What kind of vehicle is it? They feed off gas?" She asked again as she closed her left before opening it to close her right. Her eyes were stinging from staying open so long. "Your not from earth are you?"


It took Cynthia a little bit and she was kicking herself for how long it took her but she came to a conclusion that this man wasn't human. The vehicle that was so interesting that these angels wanted to steal it and that screw driver that didn't look like a screw driver.

 

[Lucyfer]

Denying? Even if the Doctor denied it, he didn’t think he’d earned any credibility just yet to be believable about aliens. Then she asked the obvious. “Nope, not from Earth. Gallifrey, actually.” He said, before she could say anything about Mars.


He was not being called a Martian again.


“My vehicle is a TARDIS, and right over there.” They had managed to get out of the cemetery, but the Doctor didn’t want to change up the position since the angels might be following. He couldn’t see behind him, since he wasn’t looking that way. “Blue police box. Got stuck like that years and years ago,” centuries ago. Almost two millennia ago, when he had been on Earth with his granddaughter, and her teachers had followed after her.


Good times, good times. He still missed those two crazy humans. Of course, he missed all the people he’d ever traveled with. “How are we doing from back there?” He asked her, curious if angels had followed or if they decided to work on the easier prey that had remained in the cemetery. He wasn’t sure which he’d prefer.

 

[DealerLady94]

"That explains a lot," She said as they moved closer to his vehicle. Cynthia looked back at the cemetery, the cops were more worried about the protestors then the angels. The ones in Cynthia sight hadn't moved since they had gotten out of the cemetery.


"What's a TARDIS?" Cynthia asked as they continued to move away from the cemetery. "No movement from the angels at least the two by the entrance. If there are any moving they aren't coming after us."


"How are we going to get your vehicle back over to the cemetery?" Cynthia was full of questions curios about the Doctors plan.

 

[Lucyfer]

“Time And Relative Dimensions In Space,” the blonde answered for her question about what the TARDIS was. “Though, it’s also called a TT Capsule on Gallifrey,” she had deduced he was a Time Lord, might as well confirm it further by naming the planet he came from.


He was glad that none of the angels were coming for them, and led her further from the cemetery and to his vehicle. “Well, it’s a vehicle. Like any vehicle, it moves,” he chuckled, and then unhooked one arm from hers to grab his key. He put it into the door and unlocked the TARDIS, then pulled the door open and led her in, one hand still locked in hers.


He did release her once inside the TARDIS, though, “Please shut the door, if you would,” he said as he walked to the central console of the control room. His TARDIS never changed too much in design. He was such a fan of the roundels, after all. He couldn’t see them vanish.


“Now I just have to figure it out so that the TARDIS doesn’t go too far forward,” he spoke mostly to himself. Despite having piloted the vehicle for years, he had never technically received his license, and the vehicle certainly had a mind of its own. He brought his hands together and laced his fingers together before stretching his arms forward, “Here goes nothing,” he said as he heard a few knuckles crack.


He began to pick at levers and buttons at seemingly random intervals and the vehicle groaned to life around them. The clear cylinders showed movement, compressing the green coils within as outside, the vehicle would begin from its current spot on Earth to move into the cemetery instead.

 

[DealerLady94]

"Wait time? It's a time machine?" She asked a little shocked but kept her eyes open as she watched the cemetery. When they stopped she felt him unhook his arm from hers and reach into his pocket. She followed him in and closed the door behind them. She hadn't really been able to see the outside but had a faint idea what a Police phone box looked light.


When she turned around her jaw dropped as Cynthia seen the massive room she was standing in. "Its... It's bigger on the inside." She said it to herself as she slowly moved into the TARDIS. But she stayed back watching the Doctor move around pulling levers and pushing buttons.

 

[Lucyfer]

Ah, what a wonderful reaction! “Of course it’s a time machine,” he laughed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He knew it wasn’t, knew he should feel bad for the laugh, but he couldn’t help it. Too many 21st century girls hadn’t been as surprised—all those sci-fi movies, no doubt.


He had loved it when that had sealed the deal for Rose. He hadn’t known then what she would become for him.


And he always loved it when they said that about the TARDIS. The TARDIS rocked under his commands and groaned to life, “There, there girl, just a small jump, c’mon now.”


She jumped, of course, that small jump through space-time. She came to an abrupt halt, nearly flooring the Doctor when she stopped. The video monitors showed that outside was, in fact, the cemetery. “Now, maybe we’ll get lucky and we can just wait here for the angels to surround the box,” he sounded doubtful as he looked to the monitors.


Then, he remembered something, and quickly flicked the monitors off.


He would not be capturing an angel in the video.