An Angel Amongst the Stars (Supernatural x Doctor Who)

Angela Meets Torchwood

"You don't have to go back there," The Doctor told me as I exited the TARDIS and headed for the Tylers' flat.

"Well in case you forgot, I still left my stuff there after the last adventure we had...and Cas wouldn't let me grab them...or send a letter telling them to send it off," He only continued to look at me worried "You don't have to come with, I understand you were close to her." I kissed his cheek "I'll be quick," I walked off until I heard a scream and turned back towards where the Doctor was "He'll understand," the scream came from a parking deck, a creature stood over the body. I instinctively took out my gun and aimed at the creature when someone came up behind me and covered my mouth, before I could react.

"Don't...."

All the training with Dean paid off as I elbowed my captor and turned aiming my gun at the man "You were saying?" I quipped

The man smirked "An ego...I like that,"

"Mind telling me why you stopped me from killing that monster..."

"What monster?"

I turned "The one over..." but it was gone "Hope you don't have a conscience because if that thing kills again...it's on you," I turned around but the man had disappeared as well. "Lovely," I turned back around and went back to the original task of going to the Tylers' flat. The door of course was locked "Of all the times I wish I had the Doctor's screwdriver...but that would ruin the fun," I took out my lockpicking kit, one of the picks fell onto the mat. I leaned down to get it when everything went dark.

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"IMI Jericho 941 R, Smith & Wesson 5906, a custom engraved nickle plated Colt MKIV Series 80 with pearl grips, and a whole bunch of fake US IDs," was the first thing I heard as I woke up and noticed I was locked up in a clear glass cell. I stood up and faced the man from the parking garage. "I take it I'm dealing with a Winchester,"

"Angela Winchester at your service," I snarked "But it's not fair that you know mine...but I don't know yours,"

"Captain Jack Harkness,"

"Okay Jack Sparrow,"

"Captain Jack Sparrow," I rolled my eyes at his joke as he smirked

"Mind telling me why I'm in here...Jack,"

"Wanted to figure out why you were busting into a flat that didn't belong to you...but then I found this..." he showed me the picture of Sam I kept on the nightstand and I lunged at the glass separating us.

"You have no right..." I seethed

"Why was your stuff in that flat..." he continued

"Why do you care so much about the Tylers' flat?!" I glared at him "Unless you're really Jimmy Stone,"

"How do you know that name?"

"Jackie was lonely, she'd chat...mostly about Rose," I saw him grow tense "That's why you're that bloke who..."

"I'm not Jimmy Stone, and he should be greatful he never met me." I could see he was telling the truth and nodded, going back to sit on the bench "How?"

"Jackie needed help with the rental...I came across her ad in the travels, I figured I could settle down for a bit and I took her offer,"

"But you're not with the now..."

"Something happened stateside...was basically forced to return." I looked down sadly "Never even got to say goodbye," I shook my head and looked back up at him "Sorry, but the Winchester name shouldn't have an impact here...so how'd you know,"