Chapter 2: How it He finds Out
So here is the next chapter. Hope you enjoy it!
"Life is complicated. But just one person can change it. One man can walk across the screen and ravage hell to a life. Life worked like this, and everyone knew there was no changing it, but that didn't make it any less annoying. People walk around the world trying to make it perfect, but it wouldn't happen, it couldn't happen." John sat thinking. He pondered over his and the Doctor's conversation.
Sherlock had told John about the dream. He was really upset. He had never had a dream before, at least that's what he told John.
The Doctor angrily walked around the control room.
"They can't keep him locked up!" He said to Clara forgetting that she was gone. John was keeping Sherlock hidden. This irritated the Doctor more than anything. Well almost anything. It was like he found a good Time Lord and now, but couldn't even meet him or befriend him. He would finally have a companion that wouldn't leave, but he wasn't able to go.
"John was being naïve. Keeping a person hidden from the truth was dangerous!" He said aloud again. He needed to get the watch, if anything, show Sherlock the TARDIS.
John grabbed Sherlock's phone and read the text.
"He's back," John said very worriedly to Sherlock hand him his phone. Sherlock looked up from his microscope to John.
Jim Moriarty didn't understand his natural attraction to crime. It was like a crush, only different. He needed to be planning something, killing someone or doing something. Why he decided on crime, he didn't know. It seemed like to only thing that could keep him interested. He started his long drawn out plan, the plan that would end with Sherlock's suicide.
Later that night he was sitting inside his cell. All had gone according to plan. He broke into The Tower of London, Pentonville Prison and The Bank of England, all in one minute. He was then taken into custody to be trialed, he wasn't going to give any evidence or plead not guilty and he would still be released as not guilty.
"You have a visitor!" A guard said, "She will come in here. You will be chained if we feel that you become a threat."
He nod. But he is confused. What woman would want to see me? Not a client, of course. But if not a client, then who?
"Locked up I see?" Missy said as she walked in. Moriarty sighed.
He met her a long time ago. Back when she was the Master was when they had met. He needed to come up with a back story for Harold Saxon. He had shown Moriarty the TARDIS and told him everything. This nagged at the back of Moriarty's head, but it was probably because it didn't make any scientific sense. Though it didn't make any sense he still believed after floating in space. When the Master regenerated Moriarty had doubts but after recalling every detail of him in the TARDIS he realized that it was the Master regenerated.
"Missy," He said with obvious annoyance and slight distaste.
"Moriarty," She said mockingly.
"You guys can go," She said to the guards. The guards exchanged looks and hesitantly left.
"Why are you here?" He asked.
"Well you need to escape," She said as if it was obvious.
"Why do you care? I have this under control," He replied.
"Do you? You seem a little tied," She responded. She knew what was going to happen, she just liked to irritate him. She knew his entire plan. This was the only person in the whole of history that he would let talk to him like this, without killing them.
"You know what's going to happen. You know everything that's going to happen. So I ask you again; why are you here?" He wasn't in the mood to deal with her games.
"Do you have a watch, a pocket watch?" She asked, seemingly changing the subject. He made a mental note to hate later, right now she might be of use.
"Yes, why?" He replied with a sigh. She shot a glare at him as if urging him to take it out. He reached inside his pocket and grabbed it. He passed it to her. She examined it and her eyes widened, but she quickly hid it.
"Do you have strange dreams or voices in your head?" She asked in her serious dark voice.
"Yes, I have been diagnosed schizophrenic and wasn't administered to a mental hospital," He said with a glare.
"Do you get strange dreams!?" She asks tense.
"Sometimes!" He said frustrated.
John bailed Sherlock out. They were at 221B Baker street talking about what Moriarty was doing. Sherlock got up and walked around the flat thinking. He walked right past the shelf and he heard voices;
"So, you want to get away from me?" A man said.
"Usually, no. But now, now isn't usually. I can't do anything," I admit to this man.
Sherlock shook his head. He hated what was happening to him. He hated that this was happening.
Missy had taken the watch with her. Moriarty was a Time Lord that used the Chameleon Arch to turn human. This made a lot of sense and made everything more complicated.
She now had to do something that she really never did; she had to thoroughly think and worry about messing with time. In this regeneration there really wasn't a lot of thorough thinking about what happens to time. She didn't like this but it was necessary.
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