A huge, giant, massive apology for the late update. I had no internet for most of February and when I finally got it, all my lecturers decided that it would be the perfect time to assign a bazillion essays and tests.

This is the last chapter of Guardian Angel. 24 hours from now, I'll be deleting the old version. Next week, I'll be posting the first chapter of the rewritten sequel: My Sister the Soldier.

Please review! They make my day and motivate me to update early. So please review! You know you want to…

Beatrice wasn't sure how long it had been since she had passed out. She couldn't tell you the time of day, or even the day of the month. All she knew for sure was that she hadn't felt this bad since the first time she drank alcohol.

She pushed herself up just a bit to take in her surroundings. She wasn't entirely sure where she was after all. She just woke up on arguably the most uncomfortable couch she had ever had the misfortune of lying on. She might have been sleeping on stone.

And at that thought, Beatrice shot right up. Stone. Statues. The Angel that took her sister, took her family, followed her throughout her entire life and tried to kill The Doctor.

The Doctor!

Beatrice jumped off the couch and ran towards the only door she could see in the room. She ran down the corridor and quickly found herself in a room with a weird console on the middle. There he was, The Doctor, roaming around the console pushing buttons. Suddenly, and very powerfully, the room shook nearly knocking her off her feet.

The Doctor, having heard the little squeal and the small tumble, turned around immediately. Noticing the finally awake young woman, he couldn't help the smile spread across his face.

"Morning, Beatrice" He said happily. Beatrice looked up again, meeting his eye.

"Is it already?" She rubbed her head, still not feeling a hundred percent. She sighed and simply accepted it. She walked towards the Doctor, her arms crossed. "You, sir, have a lot of explaining to do."

"Do I?" The Doctor asked, now turning around to go back to his console. Beatrice wouldn't allow that and grabbed his shoulder, forcefully turning him around.

"We had a deal, Doctor. I trusted you, now you have to explain everything."

"Fine" he muttered, putting his arms up in defeat. "What do you want to know?"

"That statue. The Weeping Angel. Well, I mean… what is it?"

"They're an alien species. The Weeping Angels, possibly one of the deadliest species there is. They're fast, as you probably already know by now. Very fast. Stare at them, and they're locked in place for ever. Blink and they're gone."

"That's why they cover their eyes, isn't it?" Beatrice asked. "To avoid staring at one another." And again, The Doctor was shocked by her brightness.

"Yes. Very good."

"And so, if you look in their eyes, they go into your head."

"Well… technically, it's an image that they send into your head. And of course, an image of an angel becomes an angel, so yes, I suppose."

"And that's why the mirror worked."

"Yes."

"Oh my God, what happened to the Angel now? I mean, we can't just leave it in some office, can we? That building is used on a daily basis, that office is used my some paranoid, self-centred, odd little business man. We can't just leave the angel in there for him to walk in and meet!"

"Relax, Beatrice. I've already got Torchwood on the case. The Angel will be taken into their custody and it won't be able to hurt anyone again." Beatrice nodded her head, accepting this answer.

"Okay. That's the Weeping Angel sorted out. What about you then? You're an alien. What makes it okay for me to trust you, but not the Weeping Angel?"

"Well, for starters, I didn't just try to kill you." Beatrice glared. "But, if you wanted to know about me, you could have just asked that. I'm a Timelord, over a thousand years old, from the planet Gallifrey. Does that answer most of your questions?"

"You're over a thousand years old?" Beatrice asked, her eyes wide.

"Why is that that is what shocks you the most?" Beatrice only smiled."

"Okay, last question. Doctor, you said that you had to save me. That's why you followed me, that's why you helped me through this whole mess. I deserve to know, Doctor. I need to know. You have to save me from what?" The Doctor smiled sadly at her.

"I don't know."

"Doctor –"

"I don't. Honest.

"Then how do you know I need saving?"

"The same way I know so much about your life."

"And that would be?"

The Doctor reached out his hand and pulled down the last lever on his console. The TARDIS shook and a strange wheezing sound started ring out. The sound faded and the shaking stopped. The Doctor snapped his fingers and the front door swung open. He smiled at Beatrice and gestured towards the door.

"Why don't you go and find out?" Beatrice narrowed her eyes at the Doctor, but walked through the doors. To her surprise, she found herself in a field. There wasn't a building in sight. There wer just fields. Green, beautiful fields. She heard the TARDIS door close behind her and turned around to face the Doctor.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"We're in England, 1844." Beatrice shook her head.

"No way. That's not possible."

"Just forget about whatever you're thinking and look at that little girl." Beatrice turned her head to face a small figure sitting by a tree. "Does she look familiar?" Beatrice hesitated for a minute and then gasped.

"Maya?" she whispered in amazement. The Doctor nodded. "But... how?"

"That's the thing about Weeping Angel. They're terrifying and ruthless, but they're the only species to kill you nicely. They kill by sending you back in time and let you live to death. Meanwhile, they're feeding on your potential life." The Doctor explained. "Now, considering it was the same Angel to touch your family, my guess is that they'll all arrive in the same year." He then stared at Beatrice, hinting at what she must do now.

Beatrice looked at the Doctor, then stared at her sister. She didn't know what gave her the idea of doing it, but before she could stop herself, she was running towards the sister she hadn't seen in too many years. She slowed to a walk when she was close to the tree, and the sight that greeted her made her want to cry. Her dear younger sister, curled up into a ball, crying her little eyes out.

"Hey there, stranger" Beatrice said softly. Maya turned her head quickly. Upon seeing Beatrice, she quickly stood up and took several steps back. "Hey, hey. Easy, I'm good. I'm a friend, okay?" Nothing. The poor young girl kept her distance and refused to speak. "Maya, listen to me. I know you're lost and you're scared, but I'm here to help, okay?" The little girl stared at Beatrice.

"I shouldn't talk to strangers. Especially not ones who know my name." Beatrice couldn't help but smile at her sister. She had taught her well.

"No. No you shouldn't, you're right." Maya didn't move though. "In any other case I would tell you to run away and never look back. But you can trust me, okay?" Maya didn't nod her head or show any other sign of trust, but she didn't run away either. "Do you remember what you mother and father used to always tell you? About being lost?" Maya hesitated then nodded. "What did they tell you?"

"To stay where I was. They'd come to find me soon." Beatrice nodded.

"I need you to stay here. Sit down for a minute because mummy and daddy are coming to get you."

"What about my sister? What about Beatrice?" she asked. Beatrice could have burst into tears then. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying and shook her head.

"She's not coming. But please... just sit patiently, okay?" Maya nodded. "Promise me, Maya."

"I promise" she said. Beatrice knew her sister too well to believe those words so bent down to look her sister in the eye and stuck up her pinkie finger.

"Pinkie promise?" Maya stared at her in a mixture of absolute shock and suspicion. Beatrice didn't say anything. She only maintained eye contact and kept her pinkie there. Maya hesitated for a moment before lifting her own pinkie up and slowly curling her own pinkie around Beatrice's.

"Pinkie promise" she said softly.

A barely audible thud was what broke their eye contact. Beatrice straightened up and looked towards the field, as did little Maya. There was an oddly familiar figure lying there, slowly picking himself up.

"Daddy?" Maya gasped. And before Beatrice could say anything, her little sister went running off towards the field. And before Maya or her father could turn around and recognise her, Beatrice hid behind the tree. It was a long awaited family reunion. One she couldn't be a part of.

It didn't take long for the Doctor to find her and sit beside her. They waited together for another hour until another small thud sounded. Beatrice risked a small peak towards to field. And there she was. Her loving mother had finally arrived. And Beatrice thought that that would be the end of it. Now they'd leave and make their way into a new life. Instead, to her shock and absolute grief, they stayed. They stayed in that field for another two hours, waiting for the daughter that would never come.

"You can't go" The Doctor whispered sadly.

"I know" Beatrice said. And then she cried. She cried like she had never cried before. And the Doctor held her as she did.

The Doctor and Beatrice sat side by side, waiting until finally, her family left. When they did, The Doctor stood up and offered Beatrice his hand. Together, they walked towards the TARDIS. It was when they were just outside that they finally spoke.

"Why didn't you ask if you could stay?" The Doctor asked Beatrice. He'd been curious about that ever since she started crying. Beatrice just stared as if it was obvious.

"You said I did something in the future. Something that affects the Weeping Angels. I'm assuming that it doesn't happen in the year 1844."

"I'm sorry" The Doctor said.

"It's not your fault" Beatrice said. The Doctor only smiled sadly. "You're not going to take me back home, are you?"

"I think I have to.

"Why?"

"Fixed point in time."

"Doctor, you're thick" Beatrice said bluntly. "What if you are the fixed point in time, whatever the hell that means?" The Doctor was about to open his mouth and explain, but Beatrice quickly cut him off. "You said I either do something or meet someone. What if I was supposed to meet you?" The Doctor stared for a moment. "It doesn't seem impossible…"

"Don't make me go back. If you really want to save me, don't make me go back."

"Okay. So… where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere. Everywhere." The Doctor smiled at her.

"I knew there was something I liked about you, Beatrice Ashburn!" The Doctor pushed in his key and pushed open the door. "So many places, Beatrice!" The Doctor walked inside. "Planets you wouldn't have even dreamed abo – Beatrice?" The Doctor turned back and peeked his head outside. Beatrice was still standing outside, holding herself together. "Are you okay?"

"Can I just have a moment, please?" Beatrice asked, her voice cracking slightly. The Doctor nodded in understanding.

"I'll be inside. Yell if you need anything." Beatrice nodded her head, and the Doctor went back inside.

She took one last look at the field where she last saw her family. Who knows, maybe she'd ask the Doctor to drop her back off here once all of this was over. Maybe she could still be with her family. After she did the one thing that supposedly helped the Weeping Angels, maybe she could finally go home. But for now, it was goodbye.

"He still has secrets, you know" a voice suddenly spoke up. Beatrice twirled around to the source of the noise, only to be greeted by a strange small woman hidden in the shadows that the TARDIS was casting.

"I'm sorry?"

"He still has so many secrets. Some of which revolve around you."

"Who are you? What the hell are you talking about?"

"The Doctor. He's not to be trusted." Beatrice tried to take a step closer, but as soon as she did, the woman concealed herself even more. "Think about it. What has he actually told you? About anything?" Beatrice was silent. "There were others. Just like you, they followed him blindly into his little blue box and flew away with him. They all end up hurt, one way or another. Some get lost, some leave by choice, and some die. And you're next."

"I don't have time for this" Beatrice said, and started to make her way back to the door.

"It won't do you any good to ignore me, Beatrice Ashburn." And at the use of her full name, she had to stop and turn around.

"How do you know my name?"

"Where I'm from everybody knows your name." For just a moment, the woman stepped out of the shadows, and Beatrice audibly gasped at the sight of her. Her hair was grey and thing, her posture was slouched and crooked, and her eyes were dead. The once beautiful eyes of mixed colours were dead. That poor woman looked like she hadn't eaten in days. She was skin and bones, the very picture of weak.

"Oh my God, are you alright? Do you need help?"

"Of course I'm not alright, you idiot. I'm dying. And I'm using my last words as a warning. If you travel with the Doctor, you will get hurt. He won't be able to save you."

"Save me from what?"

"Well aren't you the curious one. You will learn soon enough. In the meantime, when you get the chance, ask him about the date May 14th 1861." And with that, the woman retreated back into the shadows.

"Wait!" Beatrice called after her and followed her into the shadow, but there was no one there. The woman was gone.

The door to the TARDIS opened and the Doctor walked out.

"Beatrice?" He called to her. "Are you alright?" Beatrice twirled around to face him again.

"What? Oh… yeah. I'm fine."

"Why don't you come inside?" The Doctor suggested. "It's getting a bit cold."

"Yeah. Yes. Let's go." The Doctor held the door open for Beatrice, and together they entered the TARDIS at last.

Beatrice still had a lot of questions for the Doctor. She still had so much she wanted to know about her life and so much that she wanted explained. But, she supposed. Patience was the only way to actually find out about anything. She trusted the Doctor. She trusted that he would protect her and that he would do everything in his power to save her. She didn't know what she needed saving from, but she was sure he'd be there, and no weird woman was going to change her mind.

Although… a date might. May 14th, 1861. What's so important about that date?