angels and daemons

[Sarah Jane]

"Izzy, I'm not abandoning you. I'm going to find you." She tapped the letter in her jacket pocket over her heart "This you. I swear I will. And someone has to tell Unit what is going on. But first you." She hugged his small frame hard.

"You be careful, Izzy Smith." She said, pressing her flashlight into his hand.

But she was abandoning him. She was afraid of Victor and afraid of what crazy stunts Izzy might pull. Not all were as charmed as he and she worried she'd wind up dead. Better to be in charge of her own efforts. Still, she would find him.

[Alec Harrison]

Among a long and tedious list of things a certain Timelord certainly didn't like stone Angels that moved had to take the metaphorical cake and eat it, too, when no one was looking.

They weren't easy on the eyes, to start. Literally, he had seen people ruin their eyes by taping them open. 

Because, (and this was the most important fact), when you were watching them, they couldn't kill you. Greatest strength, doubling back on themselves as their absolute greatest weakness. It was laughable.

So, for this particular Timelord, the fish were biting, and he readied his fishing rod. After all, what was the point of twelve chances to escape death if you couldn't live a little?

Bursting out the doors of the red "phone booth," Alec sonic'd the door of the nearest car. He was about to hot-wire it when he saw the passport of it's owner on the dashboard.
"No way..."

[Sarah Jane]

She'd taken a cab back to her car to save time, and reached it just in time to find it being broken into. When she saw who it was she was livid. She strode over and yanked open the door.

"Harrison, get out. What the heck do you think you're doing with my car? What the heck do you think you're doing with my life!? I'm busy, get out." Incensed, she takes his arm and starts trying to pull him out of her car. She didn't care how attractive he was. Well, not much, and besides Izzy was in trouble.

She is perfectly rumpled glamor and anger.

[Alec Harrison]

"Harrison, get out. What the heck do you think you're doing with my car? What the heck do you think you're doing with my life!? I'm busy, get out." Sarah Jane insisted, tugging his arm.

Alec looked up, a brilliant gleam in his eyes.
"You recognized me!" he grinned.

He jumped put of the car, shaking her hand.
"I regenerated and you recognized me! That means that- oh, you're...younger...than last time." he realized.

"What kind of trouble are you in anyways?" he asked, not mentioning he was in her future very particularly.

[Sarah Jane]

"Of course I know who you are. You run though my life like a wild thread in the warp." She makes a sound of profound exasperation.

"Go get in the other side. I'll explain on the way. I've got trouble alright. I've got Weeping Angels, you and too many Izzy Smith's whom I cannot precisely locate."

As soon as she is in, she is starting it up, giving it a good rev, and barely waiting to see if Alec is in with his door closed before taking off.

"Sorry." She said, quietly, her eyes fixed hard on the world around her as she drove at inappropriate speeds.

[izzysmith]

Izzy made his way inside of Victor's lair. not suprisingly it was furnish with antique funriture. and decorated with some of histories most priceless works of art that he had stolen. he sat in his chair listening to his french cronner records which iradiated threwout his santum.

"Hello Victor..." Said Izzy sounding iritated. after all he tended to take it personally when people tried to kill him.

"there you are. where is your little friend."

"Safe, no thanks to you." Said izzy. "Victor I want you to turn yourself into the daemons. if you don't they will destroy the city looking for you."

"Now why would i want to do that?"

"I was hoping that you might do it for me."

"Same old Izzy, always trying to see the good in people. when are you going to wake up and learn that their are just some people that are all bad, baby."

"I have learned that Victor. But when are you going to grow up and learn that there are some people in this world that are all good."

"you know what's funny. this whole time that you've been talking to me. one of the angels manage to sneak up behind you."

Izzy turned his eyes winded in horror. he turned to face victor, but victor had gone. he took his eyes off the angel for only a second. when he turned back he realized it was right in front of him

Victor had taken off with his vortex manipulator and locked him in with no way out. he wouldn't be able to keep his eyes open forever. knowing his fate he closed his eyes and found himself stranded in the middle of a desert.

He only hopped that Sarah Jane would receive the second note he would have to send telling him where to find him.

Sarah Jane Smith

if ive timed this right then you should receive my second letter after You and I parted ways. well old girl the angels got me and sent my sissy butt back to 1865. in the middle of bloody winter. well i was pissed, but i came across Harriet Tubman and deiced to attend a show.

You can pick me up outside ford theater on April 14th 1865 noon-ish. course i'm gonna wanna stay till the end of the show...

[Alec Harrison]

"Don't be sorry, Sarah," Alec grinned mischievously, pulling out his Sonic.

To anyone outside, a screeching sound was made as the motor sped the car up significantly.

"Have we done Zeus yet? No? Splot?" he supplied, as the car zoomed on the road.

[Sarah Jane]

"Ahg, Izzy, stop that!" She is having to work triple time not to run into traffic, having to swerve once rather desperately into the other lane. "Do I tell you how to drive!" She can't look at him, but she shoots a venomous snarl out the windshield.

"New Splot, Alec. That statue was the ugliest thing I've ever seen in my life. What are you doing here, and are you going to help me or hurt me, Harrison, I don't have time for mystery?"

She drove with a hip-shot grace and quite a bit of confidence, her little car jetting right along and making some non - standard moves. If the cops pulled them over, Alec could deal with them, certainly. It seemed unlikely a traffic ticket would slow the Dark Lord down.

[Alec Harrison]

"Ahg, Izzy, stop that!" Alec tilted his head. She had mentioned the name before, but...who was Izzy? "Do I tell you how to drive!"

"Not until you're older," he replied, "When you've seen me drive."

"New Splot, Alec. That statue was the ugliest thing I've ever seen in my life. What are you doing here, and are you going to help me or hurt me, Harrison, I don't have time for mystery?"

Alec's smile curved awkwardly.
"I'm sorry about that." he said sincerely.
He was reliving that day with the Angels, yet Sarah still hated him. He grinned mentally. He would just have to change that.

[Sarah Jane]

She'd called him Izzy instead of Alex, but he was dragging her into danger just like Izzy often did. Sarah ran a red light and they got lucky. She shot Alec a measuring look, wondering if she really wanted to bring him right to her doorstep. After all, his other chosen name was "The Dark Lord." However, if he wanted her dead, he probably would have made a move by now. Part of the reason she'd taken him along was if he'd dared planted a bomb or something, he never would have gotten into the car. Besides, she'd been looking at that sweet little brownstone on Bannerman road.

The pulled up at her house and she didn't bother to say anything as she got out of the car. There was a package from Izzy on the step. She shared a glance at Alec before picking it up and deftly opening it with a knife from her pocket.

Izzy's message made her drag in a worried breath.

"Well, he's not dead, but we'll have to go get him." From the box, she pulled out a well cradled Vortex Manipulator. She'd seen one before. Not only did she not know how to use it, she wasn't even sure if humans could. With another deep sound from her chest, she held out the heavy, well made soft circlet of circuitry.

"I'm supposed to use this to get back to 1865. I have no idea how." She confessed reluctantly.