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PART ONE

Chapter One: The Man of Four Words

The Doctor paced around the center console of the TARDIS in silence. I glanced over at Rory who had the same bored expressions as I did.

"Doctor, you have been pacing there for the past half an hour. You haven't even touched a button to get us off this planet," We had just been to visit a place called New Earth. It was one of the Doctor's favourites and I could definitely see why. It was exactly like current Earth, more high tech but not as alien as some of the other places they'd been.

Finally the Doctor looked up at us, "Ah, yes. I have some business to attend to so I'll have to drop you off at home. Shouldn't take me long, I'll be back in a day or so." The Doctor began pushing buttons and dancing around the console like his usual self.

I jumped up and stood next to the Doctor as the TARDIS took off. It started off bumpy and out of control like it usually did. But the ride quickly became smooth, like we were gliding through the universe.

The Doctor smiled at me then pranced off to go punch some more buttons. Just after he left, I noticed something. The little screen that was attached to the console of the TARDIS had lit up.

"Doctor," I said, "Did you turn this on?"

"Turn what on Amelia? There's lots of stuff to turn on in here," he said as he punched some numbers into a keypad then pulled a pointless lever.

"The little TV over here."

I didn't have to say anything else; the Doctor was by my side in a second. He grabbed the TV on each side and pulled it closer to his face like he couldn't see it from a distance and stared at it in confusion. Rory came up behind us and was staring at it as well.

It looked like all TVs did when there was no signal. Just a crackly, black and white picture that made a sound like crumpling paper. On any old TV it would have been normal, but not the Doctor's. This had never happened before.

"What's going on?" Rory asked, "Is it supposed to do that?"

"No," The Doctor said quietly and continued to stare at it. Then it happened.

The screen flashed and there was an image of a man on the screen. I thought that I recognized the man but I couldn't put a name to the face. He had short, sleek black hair and creepy looking smile. It wasn't a man standing in front of a camera though. This was a picture of a man. The man's chin was twitching like he was trying to open his mouth, but in a more animated way. Beside his face were the words "miss me?" written in thick white letters. There was a thin, white border surrounding his image, making it clear that he was edited onto this background. In this high-pitched, distorted voice he started repeating, "did you miss me?" The whole thing made me shiver.

"Doctor, how did it get on here? How – how did he do that?"

"I have – no – idea," he whispered. Then he bounced away from the TV and started hitting buttons all over the console, repeatedly yelling, "Is it gone yet? Is it gone yet?" to which Rory and I replied, "No!"

"Alright, well I've tracked the signal back to Earth. We are close enough to have picked it up," The Doctor explained.

"But how did it get to the TARDIS? Isn't it, like, impossible to hack or something?" Rory asked.

"Usually, yes. Which is why we need to find out who did this and why," The Doctor dashed from the console and burst out of the doors of the TARDIS. Rory and I followed shortly behind him.

I looked around to find that we were back in London, right where we left, what felt like a couple of days ago. It was sunny and warm as the day we left. Not a cloud in the sky as it had been the morning we'd gone off with the Doctor for the weekend.

"How long have we been gone?" I asked.

The Doctor quickly checked his watch, "3 hours."

"That explains it," I muttered.

The Doctor pulled a metal device from his coat. It was the size of his hand and was pointed, ending with a slowly flashing, red light. As he spun in a circle, the flashing sped up when he was facing south.

"Come along, Ponds!" He yelled as he started running south. Rory and I exchanged glances then followed him. It wasn't difficult to keep up with the Doctor. What was difficult was to follow him with every twist and turn in his path, every time they had to turn around, and the sudden stops then bursts of speed.

Eventually the Doctor stopped in the middle of a crowded street and stared up at the tall buildings above. That's when I realized that the streets were buzzing with fear. People were huddled in little groups, yelling into their phones or standing right in place with a look of fear on their faces. It took me a minute to realize that they were all staring up at the surrounding buildings. That's when I looked up. On each of those buildings was a screen, and each of those screens had the face of the man from the TARDIS. Just as my heart rate was beginning to normalize after all that running, it picked up again, this time in fear. Not only had this man managed to hack the TARDIS but the whole of London too.

I could tell that the Doctor felt the same way. When I glanced over at him, his facial expression was a mixture of confusion, fear and excitement. If it was still playing here, then it was most likely still playing in the TARDIS. That probably meant that it had been going on for just as long. If the Doctor, Rory and I had been in the future when we received the feed, then how was it timed so perfectly? If they had gone through all the trouble to hack the TARDIS, then they knew who the Doctor was and wanted him to receive the message. But that kind of mystery excited the Doctor and I knew that we would be working on figuring this one out until he solved it.

People began to pull out their phones and snap pictures, and some even called 999, as if they knew this man, and he was a threat. But how could I not know him? If everyone else recognized him, then I should have too. I spent more time here, in the real world, than with the Doctor. I couldn't have missed that much, could I? Maybe we were gone longer than we thought.

I grabbed the Doctor's sleeve, "Who is it?"

He looked over at me, "I have no idea. Isn't it exciting?" He smiled, casual Doctor. When he looked at Rory and I and saw that we were not smiling. His faded. "Back to the TARDIS," he said quietly and turned back in the direction we came.

When we were back in the TARDIS, the Doctor pulled up the TV, which still had the man's face on it. He quickly scanned it with his sonic screwdriver, then looked at the screwdriver in curiosity. I never really understood how he read that thing. Whenever I asked, he'd get distracted and started going on about something else.

"His name is James Moriarty. Better known as the man that tricked the world into thinking that Sherlock Holmes was a liar," The Doctor explained.

"But isn't Sherlock Holmes a book?" I asked.

"Yeah," Rory added.

"Probably not. It happens all the time. I always get people mixed up with characters," he said. "Like, Harry Potter, could have sworn he was a book character but turns out he's a real person! Great bloke by the way."

"But Harry Potter is a book," I said, "I read it a lot when I was younger. It reminded me of you."

The Doctor took a pause to look at me in confusion. Then he muttered something to himself, turned and continued to work on whatever it was he was doing.

I could have sworn that Sherlock Holmes had something to do with Sir Arthur Conan Doyle; whose name I'd heard even hundreds of years from now. But I guess it was just timeline mix up. Maybe Sir Arthur writes novels about this man in the future.

"So he tricked the world into thinking this man was a liar. How does someone do that? How does someone even hack into all the television screens in London at once?" Rory asked, clearly frustrated. I was wondering the same thing.

"Not just all the televisions in London, Rory, all the televisions in the world."

I sat down to process all this new information, "Well, then how does he hack every TV screen in the world? That's, like, nothing compared to London," I said sarcastically.

"Who cares about every channel everywhere, I've seen loads of people do that over the centuries. How did he hack into the TARDIS now that is the question," The Doctor said.

Rory and I rolled our eyes. This was a perfect example of the Doctor on a day to day basis: frustrating, yet too clever to argue with.

"Alright then, why is everyone so scared of this guy?" I asked.

"He is supposed to be dead," the Doctor said, continuing to work.

"How?" Rory put in.

The Doctor looked up at him, "He shot himself in the head."

"Okay so maybe he's an alien, as soon as no one was looking, he got up and walked away."

The Doctor approached me, "But they buried him."

My head hurt as I thought about the possibilities, "Give me the whole story." I said, putting my hand on my forehead to brush away the hair that was falling into my face.

The Doctor sighed, as if I should have known this already, "Sherlock Holmes is the greatest detective in the world. But Moriarty tricked everyone into thinking that he was hired by Sherlock to play the bad guy. That way Sherlock could solve the crimes and get the credit. But he wasn't. So one day Moriarty and Sherlock met on the roof of St. Bart's. Moriarty said that he would kill all Sherlock's friends if he didn't jump off the building. Now for some reason Moriarty killed himself before Sherlock jumped. But Sherlock knew that Moriarty was going to make him commit suicide and he had a plan that kept him alive. Now Moriarty is alive and no one knows how."

"You got all that from the screwdriver?" Rory asked.

"Hello, I'm the Doctor. Basically, run."

-The Doctor, Doctor Who