The Doctor wasn’t afraid of Weeping Angels.

Well, atleast he thought so. At the moment, however, he looked quite afraid of the one stood before him.

He had taken a photo of a Weeping Angel, in order to study them further and… as the Doctor typically does, he forgot...

That an image of an angel, itself, becomes an angel.

Well done idiot, he thought to himself as he stared at the Stone Angel stood motionless infront of him — and he was suddenly wishing he had a companion on board the TARDIS to stare also, so if he ended up blinking, he wouldn’t die…

But, his eyes were already aching… he needed to blink… his eyelids were already quickly flitting shut, before they quickly snapped open and—!

…The Angel hadn‘t moved.

"What?“

He asks himself, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"…You move when I blink, why didn’t you move?“

He then blinks again, only to see the angel didn’t move, but simply had a note in it‘s hand this time.

He gave a small sigh, turning his back to grab his reading glasses, and returned to read it;

I don‘t want to be stone.

"Eh?“

He thinks aloud, bemusement crossing his features as he flickered his gaze between the paper, and the stone cold gaze of the angel.

"…You want no defence mechanism?“

He rephrases what is written on the paper, before giving a… slow… measured nod.

"Okay… I suppose you want my help, with that… since I‘m the… 'smartest‘ Timelord ever…“

He huffs, more to himself and his ego rather than the angel.

———☆☆☆———

Oh just help me already, you sharply thought as you glared down at him through your cold stone eyes.

———☆☆☆———

He gave up, quite easy.

He simply tossed some random concoction that was stood in a bottle at the angel, and looked away and sighed.

"I don‘t think I can help you.“

There was silence for a few moments. From behind him, there was a loud clearing of someone‘s throat.

Now that, that took him off guard. He spun back around, and... no weeping angel. but a... very good looking person instead, you.

"Oh."