《Stoned is Angel's Grace》The Trapping of Stone
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"Gaaabriel. Hey Gaaaabriiiieeellll. Gabriel!" Sam pokes Gabriel in the back. "Wake up! For an angel, you're a heavy sleeper," Sam comments. He shakes the Archangel gently, then he gets a little rougher.
"Gabriel! So help me, I will-"
"Wha- Legolas? Hey..." Gabriel rolls over and sits up, rubs his slightly purple eye and looks at Sam, who's sitting on his bed. "Why'd you wake me up? I thought you were the one who commanded my sleep."
"I did. Yesterday."
"Oh..."
"Anyway, I need you to translate these notes. So I guess you're going to be actually useful after all," Sam hands Gabriel several notes. "They're all in Enochian, so you should be able to translate them," Sam adds.
Gabriel takes the notes and goes over them. "These aren't useful, it's just a pile of crap. Don't worry about them," Gabriel says. Sam moves closer to the Trickster, "Gabriel," he looks the Archangel in the eye. "No matter how irrelevant one note may seem, it could be the missing puzzle piece in the future. So please, just tell me what they all say."
Gabriel sighs, he tosses the piece of paper between him and Sam, filling the little empty space between them.
"They basically say what we already know, and how the Doctor is an important friend to have," Gabriel explains. "So it's just a load of crap," he adds. He leans back against the bed head, wincing slightly at the pain in his back.
"Your face is still shades of purple, yellow, black and blue. I suggest you get medical attention, not to mention that even the slightest movement causes all you wounds to open again," Sam says. "You're getting a little blood on the bed," he adds.
"See, now you're not even going to comment on the information on the notes."
"Well you were right, it is just a pile of crap. And ah, do you want me to get a first aid kit? I mean, your angel healing reduced the swelling and the bruising slightly, and when your wounds open, there's not that much blood, but I think you should be saving your angel mojo."
"You really just want me to take my clothes off don't you?"
"I want to help you, that's all."
"Well I guess not having blood leaking everywhere from my stomach might be nice."
Sam smiles and stands up, he magically finds a first aid kit and walks back over to Gabriel.
"You have to take your jacket off, and your shirt."
"Oh stop it, I can take a hint, I may as well slip into something a little more comfortable," Gabriel shrugs off his jacket as Sam rolls his eyes and sits back on the bed. Gabriel peels his shirts off and drops it on the floor.
"Do you have any idea how much more this room is going to cost because you can't stop your stomach from bleeding?"
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Gabriel shrugs.
Sam opens the kit and begins to patch Gabriel up. There are three long cuts along his chest and torso and one deep stab wound in the centre of his stomach.
"I guess your angel mojo really did help. Some of these wounds should have killed you, or me at least," Sam says. Gabriel jumps at the pain of a needle stitching up his stab wound. "You're an Archangel, can't just make it so there is no pain?"
"I have used what I can without running out. Healing myself isn't at the top of my priority list," Gabriel explains. "Why not?" Sam asks, he was genuinely curious to why the Trickster didn't care about himself enough to heal himself properly. "Because I need some tricks up my sleeve for when we run into trouble again," the Trickster responds.
Sam finishes up and puts everything back in the box. He stands up and puts the box away, he quickly returns.
"So I got all these notes when I woke up, and I read them all except for the ones in front of you. Now the Enochian ones just say what we know, but this one," Sam picks up a piece of paper for the desk. "This one says: Your talk with the Doctor is true, now hurry up and save the idiot. What do you think?"
"I think that I need a new shirt," Gabriel says. "Then just snap a new one here," Sam suggest. Gabriel snaps his fingers and he wears a plaid shirt, Sam gives him a questioning look. "What? It was the first shirt that come to mind, and I was looking at yours, so I got one."
"Anyway, what do you think of what I said?"
"I think someone is growing really impatient. They are desperate for us to figure this out," Gabriel replies. He stands and walks over to Sam, he snatches the note away from him and studies it for himself. He quickly tosses it back to Sam, "I really have no idea," he says.
Sam throws the note back on the table and sits down, he faces his laptop and typs the password in. "When I woke up, I saw this," he shows Gabriel the Web page. "So I looked around and found nothing on Time-Lords, but I did see an interesting picture," Sam clicks on a picture to enlarge it. "That's the TARDIS," Gabriel comments. "Exactly. So I was thinking, maybe the Doctor could find who is sending the messages by going to their time," Sam suggests.
"You are a very clever moose," Gabriel admires. "Thanks...?" Sam responds. "But I'm not sure if we should call the Doctor a few days after him leaving us," Sam adds. "But if it's our only idea, we should do it," Gabriel says. He looks at Sam, who appears sad or angry, or some emotion that makes Gabriel... concerned?
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"What the Hell is bothering you Sammy?"
"Nothing, nothing at all."
"Don't make me read your mind, or appear in one of your dreams. You know I can find out about those happy sounds you make while you're dreaming."
"I do not make 'happy' sounds, and nothing is bothering me, really... It's just that it's always me who's sucked into some sort of problem that's a matter of life and death. Why am I telling you my problems?"
"Because I want to know about them..." Gabriel confesses shyly.
"You? You genuinely want to know about my problems?"
"Yes, I do," Gabriel responds, though he is slightly hurt by Sam's words. "Back to the problem, we should call the Doctor," Gabriel adds.
"And say what? 'Hi, remember us? Sam and Gabriel? Yeah, anyway, we don't know this answer, so could you tell us?' I'm not sure the Doctor would appreciate being used," Sam says.
"Look, call him, don't call him. Either way, we need answers, and we need them before this guy gets too pissed," Gabriel says. "Try that blue book if you don't want to call the Doctor," he adds. "I would, but there's a lock on it. I couldn't get in even if I wanted to," Sam explains.
Gabriel wanders over to a bed and sits, thinking.
"Hey Samoose, what if we try to capture a weeping angel? Preferably the helpful one, but the others would be helpful," the Trickster offers. "And why would we do that?" Sam inquires.
"To find out what's really underneath the stone, that way it can help us find out who's sending the notes."
"How would we capture one?"
"Well they're always looking for us, all we need is a little holy oil and a lighter."
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The double trouble duo walk down the street, acting as normal as they can. A weeping angel should find them soon enough, right?
"I can't believe I'm going through with this ridiculous plan," Sam hisses. "C'mon, it's not that bad," Gabriel defends, leans over and playfully knocks Sam.
"How do you know the holy fire will trap them?" Sam inquires, "I don't," the Archangel replies darkly.
The two keep walking casually, constantly checking for weeping angels, but it would seem none of them are interested today.
Sam looks over his shoulder but accidentally walks into someone. He stops to help the girl gather he things.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going, here, let me help," Sam says. Gabriel stand awkwardly to the side.
"Whoa, Rapunzel, just calm, it's okay," the pretty, short blonde with gold eyes replies. She flicks her hair and adjusts her belongings.
"Sorry, again, by the way, have a nice day Miss," Sam smiles politely, the girl walks away ans Gabriel tugs on Sam's arm to keep walking.
"Could you be more obvious kiddo?"
"Sorry, what?"
"You were totally into that chick. But trust me, she has more sarcasm in her left pinky than you have in your body," Gabriel says.
"How do you know?" Sam asks, "because it was obvious. She had about twenty million sarcastic comments in her mind, but she went with a mocking, light hearted nickname instead."
Sam rolls his eyes at Gabriel's explanation, he smiles though. He felt calm and worry free, for an instant, he forgot all about the weeping angels.
"Whoa, Sammy," Gabriel grabs Sam's jacket to stop him. Gabriel stands on his tip toes and leans over into Sam's ear, "there's a weeping angel on your right," he whispers. The two keep walking, making sure that the weeping angel is following them to where they set up their trap.
They spot another weeping angel to Gabriel's left, the two move closer together and quicken their pace. Another weeping angel appears, so now there's three following them.
The moose and the Trickster get to their desired location, weeping angels still behind them. The two keep blinking until two of the three weeping angels are inside the trap, Sam pulls out a lighter and tosses it towards the ring of holy oil.
"Are you sure this will work?" Sam asks, "blink and we'll find out," Gabriel shrugs. "On the count of three?" Sam questions, "you're not scared are you?" Gabriel inquires, "no! No way!" Sam replies, "good, so blink."
They both blink and the only weeping angel that moves closer is the one that is outside of the holy fire. Gabriel walks up and kills it.
"Who's jumping in there with them?" Sam asks, the Archangel jumps in as a response. "So you?" Sam inquires, sass laces his tone. "I'm sorry, did you want to jump in?" Gabriel asks sarcastically, he moves around the two weeping angels.
Sam stands, he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. Gabriel gets his angel blade out and stabs one weeping angel in the chest, he drags the blade down to its stomach, causing a long, painful scream. Blue essence leaks from the wounds as the blade is drawn further down. Gabriel removes the blade and the weeping angel shatters. Gabriel leans down to inspect the blue essence.
"It's angel's Grace," Gabriel announces. "So the weeping angels are real angels?"
"The Doctor was right," Sam utters. "What did you say?" Gabriel asks, "the Doctor was right, we're dealing with your dead brothers and sisters," Sam explains. Gabriel quickly stabs the weeping angel next him, "get me out of here and explain exactly what you mean," the Trickster commands.
Sam's eyes go wide in realisation.
"We have to save you."
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