This fan fiction is based on the Doctor Who television series. Doctor Who is a trademark of the BBC. The stories from the television show and Doctor Who characters within are copyrighted by the BBC. The original character Eva is of my making. This story is written for the sole purpose of Doctor Who fans enjoyment.

NOTE: Despite usually writing in American English, I'm attempting to use the British English spelling in these stories. Thought it might keep me focused when I'm writing dialogue for characters who are British.

Chapter 1 – Evangeline

"Please!" Eva groaned and scrunched up her nose in disgust, "I don't even want to think about that!" As though trying to wash the very idea away, she lifted her martini glass to take a drink and frowned when she found it empty. She eyed it sceptically. Hadn't it just been full?

"Well, what do you think supposed to happen tomorrow night!" Sara laughed as she stumbled over to refill Eva's glass from the new martini shaker someone had given Jackie.

"I would like to remain blissfully unaware!"

Sara refilled Eva's martini glass. "Right. But you know very well if it weren't Pete you'd be dying to know. I'm sure!"

Eva closed her eyes and shook her head dramatically. "I've seen more of Pete than I've ever wanted to see."

"That's just because your mum used to bathe you together." Sara teased.

Eva rolled her eyes, "I just don't need to hear anything more about my brother's dangly bits."

"Well, it's not like it's anything new!" Jackie laughed and lifted her cup of tea in salute.

"Immaculate conception," Eva responded. "I refuse to consider that little Rose will take after Pete. He was an ugly kid."

"Oi!" Jackie frowned at her soon-to-be sister-in-law.

"Well, he was." Eva took another large drink of her martini and then raised it in emphases, "mum and dad were saving all the good genes up for me."

"Besides, Rose might be a Richard," Jackie reasoned, "and I find Pete rather handsome."

"Good thing someone does," Eva told her. "But that," she gestured to Jackie's slightly rounded stomach, "is a Rose. I just know it."

"Well, I'm glad you're so sure Aunty Eva because Pete and I've decided we want you to be Rose's… or Richard's godmother."

Eva's eyes widened, and she nearly dropped her martini glass. After a moment of dead silence, she cried, "But I'm not even through Uni! How could I take care of a kid!"

Jackie rolled her eyes, "Well it's not like we're plannin' on going anywhere anytime soon. Besides, I thought you liked kids?"

Eva nodded, "Well… yes… of course… but… Really?" Eva leant closer, suddenly feeling very sober. "You and Pete… you and Pete want me to be… Really?"

Jackie smiled softly, "Of course, who'd you think we'd ask?" She joked, "none of this lot." A general round of laughter mixed with feigned disappointment filled the room. Her tone became serious once more, "Besides, of course I'd want my best mate."

Eva nearly lost it. "That means a lot Jacks. A lot." She put down her martini glass and staggered over to hug her long-time friend.

"And, if we've got a Rose in here." Jackie pulled away from Eva and rubbed her stomach affectionately, "She'll be Rose Evangeline Tyler."

Two hours later.

"You sure you're all right?" Jackie asked with concern evident in her voice. "You alright to take a cab? You could just stay here."

Eva waved Jackie off. "Of course. It's just down the way to the main road. I've already called for one." She was feeling much better, a bit of a headache, but she could at least walk relatively well.

Jackie frowned. "How bout I walk you down to the cab."

Eva rolled her eyes. "Fine, but don't worry so much. You need to get some sleep. We've got to be at the salon early." Eva giggled and smiled brightly. "Rise and shine!"

Jackie groaned. "Why did you have to make it for 9:30 anyway? The wedding's not until four."

"Best to get it over with. It always takes longer than you think and we've got to get all the way back here to get dressed."

Jackie nodded, though it was clear she didn't like the idea. She wasn't a morning person, and she had a feeling that Eva wouldn't be much of a morning person after the number of martinis she'd consumed.

"Come on then!" Jackie told her. "I'll walk ya down."

Five minutes later.

"Could we drive by Willow Hills?" Eva asked the cab driver.

"Willow Hills?" The driver asked. "At this time of morning?"

Eva nodded. "Just need to speak with someone."

The driver frowned. He didn't like the idea of taking a young woman to some cemetery at this time of day. It was just askin' for trouble.

"Pay ya double and whatever it is while you wait. Just got to do this." She told the driver.

He considered her offer. She was already paying a rather nice fair. It would be a good deal of money. He could go home early.

"Fine."

Eva smiled brightly. "Thanks. My best mate and my brother are getting married tomorrow, and I'm going to be a godmother! Just wanted to share the news with mum and dad."

The driver let out a sigh and shook his head. He thought it was a ridiculous idea, but he wasn't going to turn down such a valuable fare.

An hour later.

Eva stood up from where she'd been kneeling by a small monument dedicated to the lives of Maria and Edward Tyler.

"Well then, better be getting back home. Got to meet Jackie at the salon in…" Eva pressed the button to light up her Swatch. "Six hours." She smiled down at the stone before leaning down, giving the cold stone a short kiss. "Love ya mum. Love ya dad." She then turned to head back to where the cab was waiting.

Eva hadn't gotten far when she heard the sound of grinding stone. She turned towards the noise but didn't see anything. "Wierd." She shrugged and turned towards the road. Only seconds later she heard it once more. This time she was sure it was louder. She swung around to see what was making the noise. Nothing. She frowned, was someone playing some sort of game?

"Okay, very funny. You can come out now." She said to the dark, her brow furrowed. "I got someone waitin' on me so you better not be joking around." It was then she noticed a strange angel monument, its hands covering its eyes as though weeping.

"You weren't there before," she murmured with a hint of fear in her voice.

Nothing but silence greeted her. Perhaps she'd just overlooked it. She slowly turned towards the road, as though she was going to leave the cemetery. This time, instead of moving away, she immediately whirled back around and lunged forward in an attempt to scare whoever was playing games with her. However, instead of a person, she found herself crashing headfirst into the strange statue, her hands gripped tightly around its neck in a combined effort to keep herself from falling and to protect herself. Her eyes widened at the sight before her. She was sure the statue's hands no longer covered its face. She let out a scream upon seeing the horrific expression it displayed. Clearly, whatever it was, it wasn't an ordinary statue. All of this occurred in less than a blink, and before she could pull away, she felt her body falling forward, the weight of the statue, dragging her down, crashing onto the ground. The last thing she recalled was the feeling of her body crashing down upon hard stone and her face rubbing across one of the statue's rough wings. Her face would be a mess. The last thing heard, though the night air was the only witness, was the sound of Eva's cry, "Jackie's going to kill me."