Disclaimer: I do not own the weeping angels or any other character that may appear from the Doctor Who universe. I only own my own characters. I only write this for entertainment purposes.

(Chapter 1) I've been waiting for you

"Grandma?" asked the small child as she stood at the glass door that led into the garden. "Why is there an angel in your garden?"

Moira was a small five year old with long sunshine colored hair and bright hazel eyes that looked at the world with curiosity and wonder. She wore a pretty cornflower blue dress her grandmother had made for her with a matching bow in her hair on one side that gave her the look of a porcelain doll. This was the first time she had been old enough to travel to the country from London to visit her grandmother for a whole summer. She had just arrived within the hour and had already begun to explore the place that was to be her home for the next few weeks. She had already ventured through most of the cottage and had made her way into the kitchen. She then came across the garden where the stone angel stood.

"They are there to protect us." her grandmother said as she walked over to where her tiny granddaughter stood. Her grandmother was a tall kindly noble looking woman whom always smelled of cookies and fresh strawberries. Moira had always loved when her grandmother came to London to visit. She always wore the funniest hats Moira had ever seen. Today she had worn a large straw hat that was decorated with all manner of flowers just for the occasion of Moira's arrival.

"Why that is my guardian angel that watches over me and keeps me from harm..." She said in her gentle voice. " Your grandfather bought him for me, just before he went to heaven. I also believe he helps the flowers grow." She said with a smile as she wrapped an arm around her granddaughter. "Isn't he handsome?"

Moira nodded with a smile as she continued to watch the angel. Then a curious look appeared upon her face and her smile disappeared. She turned to look up at her grandmother once more.

"But why is he crying?" She asked.

Her grandmother looked at the angel for a moment with a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Well my dear..." She began. "That is... because he is lonely..."

Her granddaughter tilted her head curiously.

"He is?"

"Yes," Her grandmother nodded with almost a sad look across her warm features. "You see...angels are some of the loneliest creatures in the world. They live unseen, watching over us. They never ask for anything...or say a word at all...and they can only come to life when we aren't looking...They cannot even look at other angels..."

A look of wonder crossed the little girl's face as she listened to her grandmother.

"You mean he actually comes TO LIFE?!"

Her grandmother smiled again and whispered. "Of course...but only when you aren't looking.

The little girl looked back towards the angel with wide eyes.

"But wait," She said suddenly turning back to her grandmother with a skeptical face. "Why can't YOU be his friend?"

"Well, because I am too old, my dear." Her grandmother said quietly. "I am so old and slow that it takes me all day long to do my chores...so I do not have time to play with him and read stories to him." Then a serious look crossed her face as she leaned down eye to eye with Moira. "But you know...I think he would rather be friends with you."

"Me?" Moira asked tilting her head.

"Yes you." Her grandmother said leaning in close to whisper. "I'll just bet. That he picked your grandfather to bring him home so that he could wait here just for you to be his friend." She said as she gently poked her granddaughter's tummy softly with her finger to prove her point.

A hopeful look appeared upon Moira's face. She had never really had a friend before. She was home schooled with only a nanny and a tutor who never really seemed interested in playing with her. Her parents were always working and did not have time to take her on outings or to play with other children. She had always dreamed of having a friend.

"You think so?" She asked in a hushed voice.

Her grandmother quietly nodded. She knew how lonely her granddaughter was, and though she did not approve of the way her daughter and son in law raised her away from other children. But she did not wish to impose her views on them. Instead she had offered to keep Moira in the country for the summer so they could freely travel without having to worry about their tiny daughter. Her grandmother was determined that she should find her at least one friend before this summer was done, and even if that friend was this old stone angel, she would be satisfied.

"I know so," her grandmother said with a smile. "Now why don't you go and say hello before we have our tea?"

Moira nodded but did not move at first, still to amazed at the thought of a new friend, someone who had waited just for her. Her grandmother's smile grew and she gently nudged the little girl forward so her feet began to move beneath her. Moira slowly took a step forward, and then another until she surged forward with a burst of energy, running across the garden to get to where the angel stood. She came to a stop in front of the towering statue that stood in the corner of garden. The angel was much taller than her. She looked around to find a way to get closer to him. He stood beneath a tall tree with thick branches that reached all the way to the ground. She quickly went to the tree and began to climb the lower branches. She made her way up to where she was eye to eye with him and slowly made her way out on the branches closest to his head.

"Hello," She said quietly as she shakily sat down upon the branch. "My name is Moira..."

But there was no answer. The angel did not move.

"My grandmother said that you have been waiting for me...to be my friend..." she said almost shyly. "Have you...been...waiting for me?"

The angel still did nothing. Moira could understand why angels were so lonely if they did not even speak when spoken to. She looked at him sadly, and then looked away.

"I wish I had a friend..." She whispered as the wind gently began to blow shaking the branches. "Are you as lonely as me?"

"Moira!" Her grandmother called from the house. "Moira get down from there...those branches are dangerous. You could fall! Come inside for tea now."

"Yes, ma'm," Moira answered before looking back at the angel.

She paused looking curiously at him. Suddenly...it looked as if...his hand had moved. Before his hands had completely covered his face. Now it looked as if his hand had moved to uncover one eye, that almost looked as if it were turned towards her. She stared at him for a moment and then shrugged before getting up from the branch. Then she paused and turned around to him again. She quickly leaned in to give him a peck on his cold cheek and whispered into his ear.

"I've been waiting for you, too." She said before she quickly turned and climbed down the branches and ran to where her grandmother was waiting at the door.

"Why were you in that tree, dear...its very dangerous." Her grandmother asked as Moira reached her.

"Well...I didn't think he could hear me from the ground." She said in a matter of fact voice. "I am so small...and he is so tall...I wanted to make sure he could hear my name."

Her grandmother gave a laugh.

"Oh, my dear...there is no need for that, angels have very good hearing, why...he can probably hear us even now.." She said before her face became stern. "Moira I do not want to see you in that tree again...you could fall. Now come inside so that we may have our tea."

Moira's face fell as she was reprimanded.

"I am sorry grandmother." She said quietly as she made her way inside, pausing to look at her new friend over her shoulder before she was ushered in.

Her grandmother also took one final look at the angel before she followed her granddaughter into the house and closed the door. Outside in the garden, the stone angel stood quietly frozen, looking up at the door with his hands down in front of his chest and a strange, thoughtful look upon his face. A gentle breeze blew across the flowers carrying a wordless whisper.

"I've been waiting for you..."

Authors notes:

Hi, so I hope you enjoyed my first chapter. I have always been a fan of the angels...even if at first they did creep me out a bit. I have always wanted to do a story for them but could not think of a story line I wanted to do...but now I have. I cannot wait to develop this story line and watch as Moira grows up with the angel. There is the possibility the rating will change depending on audience reaction and how the story develops. Anyway thank you for reading I hope you enjoy. Please R&R