Chapter 2
New Stuff, New People, New Enemies… Ish.
Ok, so I was going to write the whole story and then put it up, but that didn't seem to happen, so I decided I'd just make sure to push myself to write it. Reviews fuel me, and you can help with the story, dudes.
Quote Of The Chapter - "Maybe friendship can't begin until someone chooses you. But... that doesn't mean you don't get to make a choice too. You can't do that...unless you know who they are. And they can't choose you...until they know who you are."
Mrs. Hudson listened to Dei's story, albeit how vague it was, from John and bit her lip. It was a sad story, and made her want to cry, and 221C was the basement…
"$50 a month." John blinked in shock.
"Oh, don't look at me like that. No one wanted that flat anyways."
Upstairs, Dei and Sherlock were having a heated… argument? Sort of.
"If you really cared about my secrets, you would try and make a deduction." Sherlock said to her, and Dei scoffed.
"Oh please, you can't possibly think I can do that. Who do you think I am?"
"Smart. And partly insane."
"More than partly, my dear. I said yes."
"You got me there."
"The Great Game."
"What?"
"Nothing." Dei wanted him to know, wanted to tell him. That wasn't going to happen.
She didn't want to ruin everything.
John finally came to the room.
"Dei! We, uh, got you a flat."
"Oh?" John nodded. "221C."
"Oh." She said, partially flatly, then she said in excitement, "Oh, 221C, that's under you!" She grinned at John and stood. A bit too fast, and she quickly gave a pained noise and held her side.
"Oh, we should get you checked up. Do you have a change of clothes?" John asked, quickly helping her to sit back down. She breathed shallow for a few seconds, then took a deep, shaky breath and said, "Yeah, in my bag."
As John checked Dei over, Sherlock stood and went to his phone, quickly sending a text to Mycroft, asking for furniture and clothing for 'a new friend'.
He immediately got a call from Mycroft at his choice of words.
"Who is it?"
"A woman. She appeared on my doorstep, hurt, so John and I got her flat 221C. She doesn't have much money, or clothing, and I don't want her to sleep on the floor of the basement flat."
Mycroft stayed quiet. Then, "Alright, I'll see what I can do." And he promptly hung up.
Sherlock turned and went into the room and quickly turned around, a light blush dusting over his cheeks.
Dei had been half naked on her top half, only in a bra, and John was prodding her ribs.
"It's alright, Sherlock. I really don't care if you see me partially naked." Dei said teasingly.
His phone vibrated in his pocket, and Sherlock grabbed it.
"Lestrade has a case for us! Oh, and it's exciting!" Sherlock turned to them, momentarily forgetting the embarrassment of before.
Dei was zipping her jacket up over her new sky blue shirt.
She had on pale yellow shorts to her knees, and her eyes shined in happiness. Underlying pain and slight depression was hidden deep inside them.
"Alright! Who has been delightfully interesting?"
*Crime Scene, Dei POV*
Oh god. Oh god. Everything looks so different. I can see things like Sherlock does in the show, and there's a whole mind palace inside my head!
Well, I've always had a mind palace, but it's like someone else went through it and deleted stuff unneeded, organized everything…
And I'm freaking making deductions.
You heard me right.
Deductions.
"And we got a good thing, don't know if I'm gonna see you again…"
I hummed this old song in the taxi, ignoring the weird looks John and Sherlock gave me.
"I know what's on your brain, you probably hope it never would end…"
I grinned slightly.
"She like them boys with the big ol' chains
Ride around town in the big ol' Range
I knew her when I rock big ol' chains
Now the little nigga doing big ol' things
Would you look at that, I came back for it
Just to give it to ya, like you asked for it
Man that thing in them jeans too fat for it
It rebounds so I caught off the backboard
I told her, baby girl come he-"
"SHUT UP!" Sherlock yelled suddenly.
I jumped slightly, then laughed at his outburst.
I pulled out that blue book tat and opened it.
On the next page after the line from before was another quote.
There was words on the other pages, but they were unreadable.
Just like this line should have been unreadable…
I licked my lips and read it out loud slowly. "Maybe friendship can't begin until someone chooses you. But... that doesn't mean you don't get to make a choice too. You can't do that...unless you know who they are. And they can't choose you...until they know who you are."
"What?" Sherlock asked sharply,
I closed the book slowly and put it away.
"The quote."
They kept asking questions, but I ignored them and decided to pull out my phone.
It's a pretty decent phone, I bought it by myself. It's a Huawei Vitra, and it's pretty good. Not a flip phone, thank god.
I seem to be thanking god a lot…
"Your phone numbers?" I asked, which shut them up. Finally.
After they gave me the numbers, I started to sing again.
I had decided on a rather depressing song, How by The Neighbourhood.
"How could you tell me that I'm great? When they chewed me up, spit me out, pissed on me… Why would you tell me that its fate? When they laughed at me, every day, in my face…"
The taxi stopped.
Fucking finally.
"It's time to meet your Detective Inspector!"
We stepped up to the tape, and Sally Donavon stood, looking me over. She gave an almost disgusted look to me, then looked to Sherlock with a stronger look. "Freak."
"Trollop." I stated after.
All of them looked at me, surprised. Then Sally glared at me venomously.
"What the hell did you just call me? Who are you?!" I stuck my tongue out at her.
"I called you a slut. And I'm someone who still hasn't had consensual sex!" That caused everyone to look over at us. Sally had stepped back, eyes wide, and Sherlock blinked, looking at me with those big blue eyes, and then there was John. John, choking on his own spit.
I brought out my ear buds and stuck them into my phone, pressing shuffle.
As Wires by Athlete came on, I followed Sherlock into the crime scene.
Lestrade heard. I could see it in his face. Everyone heard. I had been too loud. But I hated Sally anyway. She hated me to, I could tell. But now she took pity on me.
Damnit.
I walked inside and quickly realized why this was exciting.
There was no body, and blood smeared on the wall. Hair littered the floors. Words made of blood was written on the wall.
"Rebirth. Friendship." The subjects of the past 2 quotes.
Under it was another word. "Pain."
"This note was signed to the reborn girl." Lestrade said. I could read his lips. I quickly grabbed the note and read it.
"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.
Are you doing good, sweet Rebirth? Does it hurt a little less? Oh sweetheart, you are a key element in my plan. Erase all the pain till it's gone, my dear. Only trying to help. Because we need your help.
To The Reborn Girl. Sorrow Rebirth."
I stepped back, and took a good look around the room.
I ripped the ear buds out of my ears. "There is no case. The hair is synthetic, to match mine. The blood is O negative, stolen from a hospital. This is just a message." I turned the note to the back.
He had signed it- yes, I believe it is a he, as Cyril Crow Wood Ytrairom.
No, no, they.
Master Crowley Moriarty.
You have got to be kidding me. I didn't get sent into Sherlock…
I got sent into SuperWhoLock!
I whipped my phone out and searched SuperWhoLock.
Yes! I was connected to my world's internet! Plus theirs, it was asking which world's internet I wanted to use at the moment.
Wow, this is actually pretty awesome!
*3rd Person*
Sherlock didn't like her deduction, but it was true. All of it. Someone was looking for her.
She stuffed her phone back into her pocket, and swiftly turned to leave.
They waited a few seconds, until, "She's not coming back, is she?" John asked, realizing she was doing the same thing Sherlock did when it was John's first case.
"This is what it's like to get left behind? I don't like it. I'll try not to leave you anymore, don't worry John." Sherlock stated, turning to leave as he beckoned John.
"What are we supposed to do?" Lestrade asked.
"There isn't anyone to arrest! You put it as a cold case and wait for him to strike again."
"Seriously?"
Dei sent the taxi to 221 Baker Street and slowly went inside, expecting someone or something to pop out. She opened 221C, which was filled with furniture now and clothes in all different sizes were hung in the closet.
"I've been waiting for you to get here!" She turned in shock and fear to see the Master, the just about dead one with the frosty hair, sitting on her chair.
"I… we need your help." The Master suddenly looked younger, so innocent, so frail… so scared.
Dei sat on the couch, and looked at him, fingers curling under her chin.
"Of course I would help you. I've always loved you, Crowley, and Moriarty." She wasn't lying. Then again, she hadn't met a character she hadn't liked at least a little bit. Except Sally Donavon. She hated Sally Donavon.
"Which Doctor?" The Master looked confused. "What?"
"Well? 9? 10? 11? 12? Fem Doctor, quite possibly?"
The Master looked like he understood, and said, "The Doctor regenerated from the Doctor with me on the Vailant, to a female ginger."
Dei smiled. "Sounds delightful."