Title: The Angel's Voice
Author: DWDuck
Pairings: Faith and the Doctor (10th), Wes and Fred
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the rights to BtVS or Doctor Who. Joss Whedon and the BBC do, I'm just playing with their stuff. I am not musically talented and all of the songs, videos, and lyrics used belong to those who are and have put a great deal of work into them. Some of the lyrics have been modified and/or mixed for this story.

Author's Note: This is the third story in "The Doctor's Faith" Series. The series starts with "The Doctor's Faith Healing".

The Angel's Voice
Chapter 1

A hush had fallen over the lobby of the LA branch of Wolfram & Hart. Angel and Spike had been knocked unconscious and Wes was leaning against a wall, holding his shoulder. In the center of the room was what remained of Fred Burkle. Illyria, the Old One, was wearing Fred's body and had done some minor cosmetic changes. She now had blue hair and pale, icy blue eyes. Illyria turned those cold eyes on Spike and started walking towards him, intent on destroying the vampire half-breed.

Spike regained consciousness in time to see the blue haired woman who had brutalized him walking in his direction. "Oh bugger," Spike moaned.

Illyria stopped when she heard a noise she had last encountered millions of years ago. She spun around as the sound of the TARDIS materializing echoed through the large lobby. A large blue box emblazoned with the words "Police Public Call Box" took form in a corner. When it was finally fully present, the doors were thrown open, allowing a man and woman to run out. The woman was a little younger than the body she had taken as her own. The woman had long brown hair and looked like she was ready for a fight. Illyria would gladly give her one, and then tear off her head and use it as a footrest. Illyria glanced at the man and she stopped to stare at him. She could see beyond his physical form- that of a man in his 30's with messy brown hair, wearing a brown pin striped suit. What see saw of him in the higher dimensions made her pause. He was one of the Elder Races, the group of beings that had banded together to defeat her kind. The man stopped about 10 feet away from her and glared.

"Who are you and what have you done with Fred?" demanded the Doctor.

"I am Illyria, the Old One, King of this part of the planet and object of worship and fear," Illyria said. "As too this Fred you speak of, her death was necessary to let me return to this plane and take up my reign again," she said without a trace of pity.

The Doctor balled his fists at her use of the term, "Old One". "Illyria, leave her body peacefully, or else," he warned.

Illyria recognized the tone in his voice and smiled when she was able to put a name to his new face. "Other, it's been too long," she said acidly.

The Doctor looked shocked at her calling him by the name he had used before he threw himself into the loom and emerged thousands of years later as the Doctor. "It's the Doctor now, if you don't mind," he said.

"Other…Doctor…it matters not," Illyria said. "I will take great pleasure in inflicting years of torture on you for what you did to us," she said with a smile.

"Back off, blue bitch!" Faith yelled. She wasn't about to let anyone threaten her lover and friend. She took a few steps forwards, ready to beat what was left of Fred Burkle into a bloody pulp. Faith was stopped by the Doctor's hand on her arm.

"Not this time, Faith," the Doctor said softly. "I have to deal with this on my own. It's my duty as last of the Time Lords," he said.

"If she lays a hand on you, I'm kicking her ass! I don't care whose face she's wearing," Faith assured him. The Doctor gave her a quick smile of thanks before looking at Illyria again.

"Illyria, you and your kind were originally defeated by the Shadow Parliament and therefore are subject to their rules, the Shadow Proclamation," the Doctor told her. "As designated representative of Gallifrey to the Shadow Parliament, I demand that you adhere to Convention 15 of the Shadow Proclamation and submit to parlay," he said, authority ringing in his voice.

It grated on Illyria that a semi-mortal like this was right; but she knew that if she didn't want the combined powers of the Elder Races focused on her solely, she had to go along with his request for parlay. "What do you suggest,Doctor?" she asked.

"You believe that you have a right to enter and remain in this plane, I believe that you should return Fred's body the way you found it and leave for good," The Doctor pointed out. "We are at an impasse and therefore should submit ourselves to the Arbitrator for a ruling," he said.

Illyria paused to think things over. She thought she had a good case when it came to existing and could argue it well before the Arbitrator. She looked at the Doctor and nodded her head ever so slightly. "Agreed," Illyria said.

As soon as the word escaped her lips, Illyria and the Doctor vanished in twin flashes of blue light. Spike used an overturned couch to help himself stand. He looked at the disarray of the lobby and his injured friends. "Maybe I should have gone with Buffy to Rome after all," he said weakly.

The Doctor and Illyria arrived in the Arbitrator's court in flashes of light. The Doctor looked around in amazement. Even he had never seen anything quite like it. They were standing in a "room" with dark blue marble tiles forming the floor. The walls and ceiling were nonexistent. Instead, an observer could look out and see the multiple Time Vortexes that made up the Multiverse. The Doctor knew that he should have been driven mad by the mere sight, but the powers of the courtroom kept him sane. Just in case, the Doctor focused his sight on the lone object in the room (a simple desk) so he wouldn't risk staring off into something far worse than the Untempered Schism.

A green skinned man dressed in a business suit flashed into existence behind the desk. He pushed up his glasses on his face and leafed through a file that appeared in his hands. He clucked his tongue as he reviewed the application for arbitration.

"Arbitrator?" the Doctor asked. The green skinned man wasn't exactly what he was expecting to see when he met the being responsible for overseeing cosmic justice.

"Oh heavens and hells no," the green skinned man said, amused. "I'm simply the Clerk, the Arbitrator's assistant," the Clerk told him. "The Arbitrator is far too busy to mediate something as unimportant as a disagreement between the last of the Old Ones and the last of the Time Lords," he said.

"Then why are we here?" Illyria demanded. "If there is to be no arbitration, I demand to be returned to Earth so I may rule as I see fit," she said.

"I never said there would be no arbitration, I only said the Arbitrator himself wouldn't be doing it," the Clerk said. "As this case falls into the realm of Dark versus Light, we shall call up one of the pro-tem judges on our list to oversee things," he explained. The Clerk whistled to himself as he leafed through a book that had appeared on the table. "Ah, it looks like we used a judge from the side of Light last time; so that means we will be using a Dark judge this time. Seeing as you are both powerful higher beings, that means we have to find someone of equal strength," the Clerk muttered as he flipped to another section of the book. He ran his finger down a column printed on the page he found. "I think a either a Lord or perhaps a Prince of one of the hells should fit the bill nicely. Ah…here is one that signed up for pro-tem duty this millenium," the Clerk said. He snapped his fingers and a puff of black smoke took form in front of his desk.

The smoke swirled and condensed into a red skinned devil wearing a bright blue zoot suit. He kept spinning for another rotation after he had fully formed. When he was facing the Doctor and Illyria again he held one arm up and the other down at an angel from his body. "Yeah…" he said with a flourish.

"Sweet, thank you for coming on such short notice," the Clerk said.

Sweet smiled. "Always willing to do my civic duty," he said in a voice that most jazz singers would (and few had) sell their souls to have.

"Here is the case," the Clerk said as he handed over the file.

Sweet closed his eyes and stretched his neck from side to side as the file dissolved and was absorbed into his hand. When the file was completely gone, Sweet opened his eyes and looked with even keener interest at the two petitioners. "This should be fun," he said with a literal twinkle in his eyes. "All right kiddos, this is how it is going to play out," Sweet said. "Since I am a judge on the side of Darkness, the burden of 'proof' rests with you, Doctor," he told the Time Lord. The Doctor started to speak but he was silenced by a motion from Sweet. "I don't really care what laws your Shadow Parliament set up in the form of the Shadow Proclamation," he said. "What I am more interested in is a duel of sorts to determine who wins," Sweet told them.

"With pleasure," Illyria said, smirking. She knew that one on one, the semi-mortal stood as much chance of beating her in a fight as the vampires did.

"Glad you agree, Illyria," Sweet said. "Especially since the duel will be on my terms; which means this will be a fair competition," he told her. Illyria looked confused as to what the Devil Prince meant. "This isn't going to be a physical fight," Sweet said. "Think of it more as a…competition of hearts and will," he said.

Sweet slid off the desk and tap danced over to the petitioners. "Here are the rules. The winner gets their claim upheld and the loser forfeits their lives to the winner," he said. "You will both submit to my magic and then we are going to reset the clock to two days ago. After that, we begin the trial," Sweet said.

"What does your magic entail?" Illyria asked him.

"Song and dance, of course," Sweet said as he did a short tap number to a burst of big band music that came from thin air. "Since the burden of proof lays with you, Doctor; you and your friends will be responsible for delivering a true show stopping number within those 48 hours in order to win the competition," he told the Doctor. "And since poor Miss Illyria there won't be in control of the human's body yet, I will let her summon enemies to interfere with you, within reason of course," he said, putting in the last bit when he saw a cruel, confident smile play across Illyria's lips.

Sweet clapped his hands and rubbed them together. "This promises to be quite entertaining," he said happily. Sweet looked at the Doctor with malicious glee. "Let the show begin," he said while snapping his fingers, causing the Doctor to disappear in a flash of light.

Doctor Who Opening Credits

The TARDIS passes by in the red stormy Vortex. Names fly by slowly one at a time:

David Tennant

Eliza Dushku

Tom Lenk

The names are followed by a flattened, golden ellipse with the words "Doctor Who" written on it. This flies away to be replaced by the words:

With
David Boreanaz
Alexis Denisof / J. August Richards
Amy Acker / Andy Hallet
And
James Marsters

The names fly away and are followed by:

"The Angel's Voice"
By DWDuck

The TARDIS

Faith Lehane came to consciousness slowly. She stretched luxuriously in the oversized bed she shared with her alien lover. Keeping her eyes closed, Faith put out her arm and felt around the bed for the Doctor. Not finding him, she opened her eyes. When she did, the TARDIS began raising the light level in their bedroom ever so gently. Faith looked over to the closet where he stored the clothes his current regeneration wore. His brown suit was missing. Faith sighed. Getting used to her lover's odd Time Lord sleep habits was still a pain. They went to bed together every night, but sometime after she fell asleep, he would get up and go back to monitoring the Vortex and the time flow.

Faith got out of bed and walked over to the dresser the TARDIS had added for her connivance. She was completely nude and slipped on a pair of dark blue panties she grabbed out of the top drawer. She paused when she saw a handwritten note on the top of the dresser. Faith grinned as she tried to read the note, which was written in High Gallifreyan, the one language the TARDIS would not translate. The Doctor had been teaching her his language and she was slowly getting the hang of the alien language. She picked up a quill and dipped it in the ink well next to the note. Faith carefully and deliberately wrote out a response below the Doctor's handwriting. She wrote what could be translated as "I love you, too."

Smiling to herself, Faith walked over to the Doctor's closet and grabbed one of his button-down dress shirts that he always wore. She then made her way to their large bathroom. She noticed that today's theme was Roman and slid her hand down one of the marble columns next to the vanity. Faith went through her usual morning rituals. When she was done with brushing her teeth, she started tapping the end of the toothbrush on the sink counter. Faith was tapping out a classic 4/4 time. She was so overcome with happiness with her relationship with the Doctor that she started to hum. Faith grinned broadly and grabbed her hairbrush, pretending it was a microphone and started singing. She was so happy that she could have sworn she heard music backing her up. Faith raced out of their suite and into the control room, where she found the Doctor hunched over the central console.

Bad Case of Loving Who

Faith tossed her head to the side, sending her hair flying.
" Wooah

A hot summer night, fell like a net
I've gotta find my baby yet
I need you to soothe my head
Turn my blue heart to red" she sang.

The Doctor looked up and smiled at Faith. She ran forward and stopped just short of touching him. She leaned forwards and shook her hips and shoulders in time with the music.
"Doctor, Doctor give me the news
I've got a bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I've got a bad case of lovin' you" Faith belted out. She reached forward and grabbed his tie, pulling him closer to her.

The Doctor continued to grin at Faith and then began to sing himself.
"A pretty face and oh so pretty heart
I've loved this girl, right from the start
You think I'm cute, a little bit shy
Faith, I ain't that kind of guy" he sang.

Faith let go of the Doctor's tie and danced backwards, seductively.
"Doctor, Doctor give me the news
I've got a bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I've got a bad case of lovin' you" she sang again.

The Doctor ran forward and took Faith in his arms. He spun her around and held her so her back was facing him. The Doctor leaned down and softly sang into her ear,
"I know you like it, you like it on top
Tell me, Faith, are you gonna stop"

Rolling her eyes in mock sarcasm, Faith turned in the Doctor's arms and pressed a finger to his lips.
"You had me down, 21 to zip
Smile of Time on your lip
Shake my fist, knock on wood
I've got it bad and I've got it good

Doctor, Doctor give me the news
I've got a bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I've got a bad case of lovin' you" she sang the chorus once again.

The song ended and Faith threw her arms around the Doctor's neck. She kissed him passionately and the Doctor's hand slipped down to cup her bottom. Their kissed was stopped short by a voice from the doorway into the interior of the TARDIS.

"That was awesome," Andrew exclaimed from behind his video camera. "Just like a real music video, complete with background music and everything," he said. Andrew turned off his video camera.

"You heard the music, too?" Faith asked. "I thought it was just in my head," she said a little confused.

"Oh…no…not again," Andrew moaned.

"What again?" Faith asked.

"A musical," he moaned. "Don't get me wrong, I love watching them; but I hate living in one," he said.

"What do you mean living in one?" Faith asked, not liking where this was headed.

"A couple years ago, a dancing demon was summoned to Sunnydale. He was able to enchant the entire town and make them sing about anything and everything," Andrew explained. "I sang about Dungeons and Dragons," he admitted.

"Well as invasive magics go, I guess that isn't too bad," the Doctor said hesitantly.

"It was really embarrassing," Andrew said. "You never knew what was going to come out of your mouth. People ended up singing about whatever they were thinking about. Jonathan and Warren sang a duet about internet porn," he said.

"I guess it could be worse. I mean…" Faith started to say.

"…in the grocery store?" Andrew asked, interrupting her.

"Shit," Faith said.

Wolfram & Hart, LA Branch – Angel's Office

Angel was looking over the days reports on his desk when his intercom buzzed. He pressed the talk button and spoke with his personal, vampire assistant. "Yes, Harmony?" he asked.

"Sorry to bother you, Boss, but there is a young man here who wants to see you. He doesn't have an appointment," Harmony said.

"What's his name, Harmony?" Angel asked, trying to keep his patience with his vacuum headed assistant.

There was a pause and then Harmony said, "He says his name is Connor."

"Show him in at once, and clear the rest of my appointments for the day" Angel said. He jumped out from behind his desk and ran to open the door.

Once Connor was through the door, Angel shut it quickly stopping Harmony in her tracks. She huffed and walked back to her desk. "Jerk," she murmured low enough that not even a fellow vampire could hear.

Inside the office, Angel embraced his son for an instant and then let him go. "Connor…what are you doing here?" he asked, concerned.

Connor had recently regained his memories from his life before being sent to his adopted family. These old memories stood side by side with memories of a life that never happened so that he could fit in with his "normal" family. The fake memories told him that he was the son of two loving and entirely human people who had raised him since birth. His old memories told him he was the impossible – the human child of two vampires.

Connor smiled at his vampire father and then shrugged his shoulders. "Ever since regaining my memories, I've been restless," he said.

"What do you mean?" Angel asked.

"I'm the son of a champion," Connor said. "It's not like I would be satisfied with just an average life where I didn't risk getting killed on a daily basis," he said and playfully punched his father in the shoulder. The punch would have knocked an ordinary human to the ground, but only managed to knock Angel off balance slightly.

Angel took in a deep breath (entirely unnecessary for him) and let it out in a sigh. "I had hoped your false memories would have held and you would be kept safe," he said.

"Come on, Dad," Connor said. "Do you think you could ever just sit on the sidelines?" he asked. Angel shook his head; a small, proud smile beginning on his face. "I didn't think so. I'm as stubborn as you are," he said.

The family reunion was interrupted the sound of the TARDIS materializing next to his desk. Connor crouched in a fighting stance, ready to attack whatever came out of the strange blue phone booth. He looked back at Angel when Angel put a restraining hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, it's a couple of friends of mine," Angel said. "You remember Faith, right?" he asked.

Connor straightened up and then absent mindedly rubbed his shoulder in remembered pain. "Yeah, I remember her kicking my ass pretty well," Connor admitted.

Angel nodded towards the TARDIS. "That's her boyfriend's ride," he said. Connor looked Angel with a complete "You got to be shitting me" expression on his face. "Trust me…it's a lot cooler on the inside," Angel said earnestly.

The Doors to the TARDIS opened and Faith walked out, followed by the Doctor and Andrew. This was followed shortly by the door to Angel's office flying open and Fred, Wesley, and Lorne running into the room.

Fred ran over and hugged first the Doctor and then Faith. "We were walking by and heard the TARDIS arriving," she squealed with her Texan accent.

Wesley walked over, happier than the Doctor had ever seen him. He extended his hand and shook the Doctor's. "Welcome back, Doctor. Glad to see you in human form," he said.

"Actually it's Time Lord form, we were first; but I agree with you with both of my hearts. Being a puppet is not something I ever want to repeat," the Doctor said with a friendly grin.

"Hey, twerp," Faith said to Connor.

Angell and Connor looked at her in surprise. "You know who I am?" Connor asked. Part of the deal that Angel had made when he agreed to be CEO of Wolfram & Hart, LA division, was that his son be hidden and all memories of him be wiped from everyone but Angel.

"Of course I do," Faith said. "I used your face to polish the floors of Angel's hotel enough times," she joked. She saw the looks of confusion on the rest of Angel's team. "What's going on?" she asked.

Wes was the first to say anything. "I must have been absent that day," he muttered.

"I don't remember this guy either," Fred said. Lorne just shrugged his shoulders.

"Memory block?" the Doctor asked Angel. Angel nodded slightly. "Faith's time in the TARDIS has severed her link with whatever was blocking the memories," he explained.

"Our memories have been tampered with?" Wesley asked, concerned.

"Listen…I'll explain every…" Angel started to say. A red panic light began flashing on his phone. He had it put in so that Harmony could warn him of extreme danger. "Now what?" Angel asked in exasperation. He walked quickly out of his office into the lobby. The Doctor followed right behind him, ever the curious adventurer.

Harmony was backing away from her desk where a young, blonde woman was standing. The young woman, the same age as Faith, was wearing a black flight jacket covered in space mission patches. She was tossing a silver canister up and down in her hand. "Last time I'm gonna ask, Miss secretary," she warned. "Tell your evil boss to get their ass out here and explain why I'm being sued by over a dozen of your clients or I give this lobby a nitro9 redecorating" she said, barely keeping her cool.

"Ace?" the Doctor asked incredulously. Dorothy "Ace" McShane spun around and looked at the skinny, tall guy gaping at her. She glanced through the open door and saw the familiar sight of the TARDIS in the nearby office.

"Professor?" Ace asked in disbelief.

The songs used in this chapter are from the following artists and the rights to those songs belong to their respective owners (not me.)

"Doctor Who theme, 2009" – The BBC National Orchestra of Wales

"Bad Case of Loving You" – Robert Palmer