Uneasy Darkness
Rating: K
Warnings: This hasn't been beta'd. Also spoilers for "The Big Bang" (Doctor Who, 05x13)
It bothered him that he could not properly explain the feeling that slithered down his spine when he looked up at the dark sky. The unbroken darkness should not disconcert him; it was all he had ever seen. But somehow it felt wrong now, as he stepped out of the cab. He tried to shove it out of his mind as he unlocked the door to 221 B, but he still cast one last uneasy glance up at the sky over his shoulder as he stepped into the hallway.
The same feeling of wrongness seemed to follow him. Even standing in broad daylight outside of the museum made little shivers go down his back. He shoved his hands into his pockets and stood statue-like while he waited for John catch up with him. His roommate turned partner was slightly out of breath when he finally bounded up the steps to stand next to Sherlock.
"Why're we here again?" He queried as he looked up at the marble facade of the museum.
Sherlock blinked, returning to the real world again. "Jenson. He was a fence. He was trying to sell the Rembrandt, which was far too hot to be sold in France. So he would have taken it..."
John cut him off. "Across the channel. But why here?"
Sherlock removed the brochure for the museum from his pocket and handed it to his friend. "Inside flap. Tuesday, 12:30 pm. He had arranged a meeting."
John raised an eyebrow slightly and nodded slowly. "That makes sense..." He began, but as he turned he noticed that Sherlock has already swept into the museum. "Right."
Sherlock stood just beside the archway to the museum's largest current exhibit: the Pandorica, a mysterious box that had been created at the same time as Stonehenge. His pale eyes roamed over the crowd as he looked for anyone who might have met with the unfortunate deceased of his current case. He heard John come up behind him, but he paid him no mind. Finally, he saw a pretty woman dressed in black whose key card and black notebook told him that she was the curator. He began to move forward to intercept her on her way to the Egyptian exhibit in the next wing, but he felt something collide with his knees, and he looked down.
He found himself looking at a bright eyed, redheaded child who looked up at him with the beginnings of an apology on her lips, but then a shout of "Amelia!" rung out and she ducked behind him, shielding herself with his long coat.
"Amelia!" The woman who was calling for her now came into view. Sherlock cocked his head but decided not to call attention to himself. The aunt (too dissimilar to the child in looks, a mother would use an nickname) moved on past him into the Chinese wing. He turned his head and found John looking at him with a slightly flabbergasted expression. John began to turn to call to the woman, but he stopped when he felt Sherlock put a hand on his arm. Sherlock shook his head, and John decided not to pursue the woman until the detective had explained himself.
"Thank you." Both of the men looked down at the girl with the heavy Scottish accent.
John glanced up at Sherlock, who was regarding the girl with the same searching pale gaze that was usually reserved for evaluating evidence. Then he nodded.
"Don't tell her where I've gone, please." The girl continued, and then she turned and worked her way towards the Taxidermy wing using groups of adults as cover.
John looked at his companion again, searching for an explanation. The man's marble expression gave no hints, however, and Sherlock spun on his heel and walked towards the door.
"You must have had a good reason for that," John said as they stepped out side.
Sherlock smiled slightly as he watched the tall fez wearing man whip through the museum doors behind his friend. "You could say that."