The Doctor resisted shouting out at Donovan as the man moved forward. He was relieved when he saw the man just pick the woman up, carry her from the panel, though she struggled to break free. Of course, he only saw all of this out of the corner of his eye. His gaze remained on the siren.
It was getting tiresome, though. He did want to blink.
And then Donovan gave him horrible news. He looked away, only to quickly regret it.
The siren was now right in front of him, towering over him, held up by the tail, wings outstretched—but her hands were over her eyes. “Oh, you’re good. Quick.” With covering her eyes, at least.
He assumed the other Weeping Angel trapped in Donovan’s gaze, but this situation couldn’t last. “Well, this is an issue. Ok. Yes, you know I live quite a long time. Lots of energy to absorb from me. Don’t talk, we'll figure something out for you two that doesn't involve anyone going back in time,” he stepped backwards from the siren, keeping his eyes on it. They burned to blink. “Really, you don’t need to be doing this. You’re both in good health. I think, I can’t see the other one.”
He managed to step his way to where Donovan was, and reached out to pull a mirror from his grip. “But you certainly are. Was it really necessary to lie to this woman?” Mirror in hand, he kept it behind his back as he began to walk around, closer to the angel that Donovan must be looking at. ‘A little longer, Don.’
“You’re not thinking of repeating what happened in Manhattan are y—oh, no, you don’t know of that. Paradox,” he frowned. “It was a very, very bad idea for your kind. Very bad.” He was rambling purposefully.
He was close to the other. He could see its shadow fall upon him. “I know how difficult it is for you to communicate, so I’ll just tell you what I expect you to do. If you do not do it, then I’m afraid…I’m sorry, I’ll have to harm you.”
He turned himself so he was in profile to the angel closest, averting his gaze just a moment to set up the mirror between himself and the one who’s hands were outstretched.
He turned his gaze back just in time to catch the siren. Now her eyes were uncovered. “See, that really makes me doubt you’re going to listen to me. Do you know who I am?” They couldn’t answer. “I’m the Doctor.” Oh, if only they knew, if only they cared! His reputation tended to precede him with some species out there. The Vashta Nerada at least respected him. And the Ood.
Angels, not so much. “Really, I can help you. You just have to—” it was intentional, his mannerisms, to throw them off, to make them think he wasn’t thinking.
He blinked.
Siren touched him, and he felt himself hurled back into time, not a comfortable experience outside the TARDIS. It was quick, though, and he fell on his butt in some field. He glanced around, “Now where am I?” He asked aloud. Well, no matter. He had to find some way to arrange to get the TARDIS back. He’d done this before, he could do it again!
~***~
Back in the present, the siren was frozen solid, as was the other angel. It had snaked its way forward to touch the Doctor, and was now gazing up at the other angel. A mirror was broken in the space between them. The angel’s gaze had moved to follow the action when it fell, and now it was trapped in the gaze of the siren.
It almost looked like the siren was trying to rise up, as if, perhaps, it had just gotten wings to join the other in the sky.
Christine let out a cry as she realized the angels were frozen, and her hope was lost for the time being.