3 bloody months since the last chapter... I am so sorry guys 😑
I've had exams to focus on and I haven't been well, but chapter 2 is finally here! 🙌
Like I said last time, the story's moved forward to 2012, and other characters from both worlds are making an appearance 😉
I hope you guys enjoy, please review!
~Star x
10 years.
10 years since the accident, and when she met the Doctor. Andromeda was 23 now, all grown up, but she didn't feel it, she still felt so small, so insignificant. Thanks to that day, she never went home. She'd stayed with the Time Lord for the entirety of those 10 years, not just by choice, because it was the best option.
The injury to her head meant Andromeda had Amnesia.
She couldn't remember anything before meeting the Doctor in the park, anything before that was blank. She barely remembered her name, but she had the Doctor had to remind her of it. He filled her in on what she'd told him, but he knew nothing else. He searched 'Andromeda' in one of the most extensive Earth archives in existence, but came back with no matches. He had no last name, no address, no family to add to the search.
All he had was her first name.
She had nowhere to go, no family he could return her to, she was alone, so he decided she could stay with him for a while, hoping she'd remember something that could tell him who she was, but in 10 years, nothing came back to her.
After a while, even if he did find her family, the Doctor wouldn't be able to bear sending her away, he'd grown to care for her too much, so Andromeda became his new companion...
And the two have been running together ever since.
London - 2012
"Sherlock?" John called as he entered the living room, his gaze moving around the room before fixing on the detective sat at the kitchen table, looking down a microscope at some dried blood. He didn't say anything to acknowledge his flatmate's presence, but he knew he was there.
"Have you seen my laptop?" John asked, his eyes searching the flat once more.
"Oh yeah, I borrowed it earlier" Sherlock replied simply, still not looking up from his work.
"Well, where is it?" His flatmate asked, getting impatient.
"Table." the detective said, talking a pair of tweezers and picking at the blood in the petri dish.
"Where?" John asked before he saw his laptop, on the table, with blood and guts resting on top of it. With an annoyed sigh he pushed the guts onto the table and picked up the laptop, crimson dripping from it and onto the floor. He glared at Sherlock, that laptop was expensive, and he knew it was ruined. Before he could scold him however, a visitor made himself known to the duo.
"Greetings, brother mine, Doctor Watson" Mycroft said as he stood in the doorway, cane in hand, and with the usual dull expression.
"What is it Mycroft? I'm in the middle of a rather taxing case." Sherlock called to his brother, still fixated on his work.
"I just came to give you this." He replied, pulling a lavender envelope from his jacket and held it out to his sibling. "Everyone else received theirs in the post, but I thought it best to deliver yours in person."
Sherlock looked up and at the envelope, his expression turning to one of sadness.
"What is it?" He asked as he took it, pretending not to know when he'd known it was coming for a long time.
"You know what, Sherlock. Its unlikely you of all people could forget, despite it happening 10 years ago." Mycroft replied, looking at his little brother, with a matching expression. John was confused, what could possibly upset them?
"I didn't mean for it to happen Mycroft, if I'd known I wouldn't have left her." the detective admitted, his tone regretful and his head hung slightly in shame. He rose from his seat, walked past his brother and picked up his violin and began to play Faure's "Pavane" as she stared blankly out of the window.
"That was one of her faveroutes." Mycroft said as he turned and headed for the door. "Should I inform mother and father that you'll be attending?"
Sherlock didn't say a word or look round, he just continued to play. With no response, Mycroft said fairwell to John and left without another word.
"What was that about?" John asked inquisitively, but without bring pushy.
"Nothing." Sherlock replied quickly as he set down his violin, darted past him and grabbed his coat and scarf. He made a dash for the door, but not before John stood between him and the exit.
"Sherlock, you can tell me" he assured him. The detective just stared at him for a moment, then turned and collapsed into his leather chair, John followed and sat in his own chair opposite, ready to listen.
Sherlock picked up the envelope from Mycroft and twirled it round, over and over. His expression had changed from one of sadness to one of guilt.
"I had a sister John." Sherlock eventually blurted out, staring straight at him, hoping he'd become uncomfortable and drop the subject.
"You have a sister? How come you've never mentioned her?" John replied, concerned.
"No I had a sister, she's been missing for 10 years, most likely dead." Sherlock corrected coldly, still staring at his flatmate, which seemingly was having no effect on him whatsoever.
"Tell me about her" John spoke quietly, not wanting to push him out of his comfort zone.
After a few moments of awkward silence, Sherlock answered the question:
"Her name was Andromeda, she was 9 years younger than me. She was nothing like me or Mycroft, she didn't even look like she was related to us, apart from her eyes. And when I was supposed to be watching her, I let her slip away, and she was hit by a car and abducted afterward."
"Oh" John said simply, regretting he asked in the first place.
Sherlock held up the envelope at eye level and sighed. "This is an invitation to her 10 year memorial next week."
"And, are you going to go?" His flatmate inquired.
"I don't see how I can refuse." Sherlock replied as he rose and made his way to his room.
He didn't come back out for 3 hours.
(Also London 2012 - Christmas Day)
The Doctor knocked on the door as he and his companion stood on the porch with snow lightly showering them. She was just a bit shorter than him now, and her hair was much longer, hanging down her back with the top layer tied in a braid. Her style remained the same, however, as did her eyes. Like tonight she wore her faveroute red leather jacket with a lavender t-shirt, jeans and boots. The Doctor was in his usual attire, of course.
"Ugh, if that is more carol singers, I have a water pistol! You don't wanna be all wet on a night like this!" Amy Pond yelled as she opened the door, shocked once she saw the Doctor, and seemingly confused when she saw the young woman standing next to him.
"Not really sure, how long?" The Doctor inquired, hopeful that his former companion wouldn't simply slam the door in his face.
"2 years." Amy replied, annoyed as she squirted him a few times with her water pistol, which he accepted and wiped away. "So, you're not dead." she added.
"And a happy new year!" he cheered, smiling, though quickly retracted his grin when Amy's expression became serious.
"River told us." She stated in a betrayed tone.
"Well of course she did" The Doctor sighed disappointedly.
"She's a good girl." Amy said, somewhat scolding the Time Lord. "Well, I'm not gonna hug first."
"Nor am I." He replied, turning his head away and looking at his companion. He and Amy pretend to ignore eachother for a few moments, then laughed happily and hugged, smiling, with Amy crying tears of joy.
"Oh! Mr Pond, guess who's coming for dinner?" Amy called extacitly into the house, causing her husband to emerge and smile when he saw their guests.
"Woah, not dead then?" Rory said, happy.
"We've done that." Amy added. "We're just about to have Christmas Dinner, joining us?"
"If you've got room for one more, if it's no trouble" The Doctor said cheerfully, gesturing to his companion. "This is Andromeda, or Andi for short. You don't mind if she joins us?"
"Sure, there's enough to go round, and there's already a place set for you Doctor" Rory replied.
"But you didn't know I was coming, why would you set me a place?" He asked, confused.
"Oh because we always do" Amy interrupted. "It's Christmas you moron."
As the Ponds proceeded back indoors, the Doctor hung back, frozen and silent.
"Doctor, are you alright?" Andi asked, obviously concerned.
He didn't answer, he just wiped away a single tear running down his cheek. He looked to her, and chuckled, making Andi smile.
"Together?" He asked, holding his hand out to her. She took it gracefully and the two of them stepped inside out of the snow, and smiled as they closed the door and joined their hosts.
"A Christmas trip!" The Doctor announced as he unlocked and opened the doors to the TARDIS, gesturing for Amy, Rory and Andi to enter. "Just something simple, to ease you back into it. Any requests?"
"The Martian Sunlight Festival?" Amy suggested as the group stood around the console.
"Nah, done that loads of times." The Doctor said, looking to Rory. "Any ideas?"
"Erm... What about ancient Greece?" He asked hopefully, with Amy nodding in approval.
"Uh, actually, me and Andi already did that a few years ago." The Doctor replied regretfully, earning disappointed expressions from the couple. "But I do have a better idea, London 2012! The first time the Olympic Games have been held in Britain since 1948, it's completely unmissable! Did you two attend?"
"Erm, no actually, we were both tied up at work at the time, but we watched bits on TV." Amy admitted sadly. "Its a shame though, we really wanted to go."
"Well now you can!" Andi cheered, dancing round the console as the Doctor does.
"Front row seats, exclusive access to everything and anything! What do ya say?" The Doctor added, standing besides Andi, both smiling.
Amy and Rory looked to eachother for approval, then turned to the Time Lord and nodded, smiling also.
The Doctor ran round the console punching in coordinates, set navigation, pulled the handbrake and yelled "London 2012 - here we come!" The group cheered and laughed, but were then thrown backwards when the console sparked violently and the entire ship shook, sending everyone crashing to the floor.
"Amy? Rory? Andi? Are you alright?" The Doctor yelled, the sound of blaring alarms trying to drown him out. He pulled himself up and dashed to the console, trying to get a reading from the scanner.
"Yeah, we're fine." Amy shouted as she helped Rory up.
"What was that?" Andi asked, hanging on to the railing on the stairs.
"Temporal Distortion." The Doctor replied, most of the breath knocked from his lungs by the impact.
"Well, who or what caused it?" Andi added as she also got her breath back.
"I don't know, but we'll so find-" The Doctor didn't finish before the TARDIS descended into mayhem once more. The sparking from the console had started small fires all around the room, parts of the wiring hung lose, and the the ship was shaking so violently that it was almost impossible to stand.
"Doctor, do something!" Amy shouted as she and Rory clung to eachother for dear life.
"I might be able to use the sonic - to lock on to specific coordinates to help us land!" The Time Lord yelled as he clung to the sparking console. He reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved his sonic screwdriver, but another jolt of the room caused it to fall from his hand and go rolling off towards the doors.
"No!" He shouted, annoyed. Without a second thought, Andi pulled herself towards the doors, using the railing. The doors flew open, forming a vaccum into the sky outside, threatening to pull the sonic into it. Andi clung to the rail with one arm, and stretched to reach the screwdriver. With a bit of luck she managed it, and held it up before the others.
"I got it!" She shouted triumphantly, throwing it through the air to the Doctor, who caught it with a sigh of relief. As Andi began to make her way to join them at the console, the ship jolted again, causing her to lose her balance and fall out the doors, going plunging towards the ground.
"Andi!" The Doctor shrieked as he saw her fall. He dashed to the doors, both hearts pounding uncontrollably with fear. He heard her screaming his name, and looked down to see her free-falling through the clouds, her face a pure expression of fear. He was absolutely terrified, he didn't know if she could survive such a fall, all he could do was watch.
Andi fell faster and faster by the second, her mind racing almost as fast as her acceleration. She looked around for all possible means of escape, but there was nothing. She looked up to see the Doctor watching, horrified, but she knew he couldn't do anything now. Looking down, she didn't see land, she saw water. Then she remembered where they were headed - London. She was about to drown in the Thames.
As she approached the surface of the river, she silently thanked the Doctor for all he'd done for her, and apologized to her family she couldn't remember for never coming back. She curled into a ball on impact, the cold water hitting her like thousands of knives stabbing her, and she felt the air escape her lungs as she went under. She tried furiously to kick, to resurface, but it was as if all the muscles in her body were paralyzed, as darkness clouded her vision and her eyes slipped shut.
The Doctor raced back to the console, tears rolling down his cheeks and plugged the sonic into the navigation system.
"Is she - is Andi... dead?" Rory asked, concern obvious. He saw the poor girl fall out of the doors.
The Doctor didn't reply, he uploaded the coordinates and the tremors stopped. A few moments later they had landed. The Time Lord wasted no time and raced outside onto the bank of the Thames, with Amy and Rory in tow. He ran along the bank, frantically searching the water for any signs of his companion, but he couldn't see her.
"Andromeda!" The Doctor shouted as he ran, still searching the water. Still nothing, until he saw something red floating nearby. He waded through the river and picked it up, panic intensifying.
"Doctor?" Amy called from the bank, concerned. He turned to face her and she saw what he'd found: Andi's leather jacket. She gave him a sympathetic look to try to combat his. He just looked... Lost. Amy had never seen him like that, he just stood in the water, clutching the jacket tightly to his chest.
"Guys look!" Rory yelled as his wife and the Time Lord turned to face him, and then to where he was pointing. There was a river cruiser docked on the other side of the Thames with paramedics boarding quickly, dashing over to the unconscious being lying on the deck. The Doctor recognized her instantly and his face lit up with hope.
"Andi's alive." He said as he left the water and ran back to the bank to get a better view. The paramedics loaded Andi into the ambulance and took off, all sirens blazing.
"Rory, where's the nearest hospital to here, that's where they'll take her." The Doctor asked desperately as he ran to the TARDIS and opened the doors.
"From here, I'd say St. Bart's, it's about 10 minutes away. Rory replied as he and Amy followed him quickly into the ship.
"Well then, let's go get our girl."
"Why are we here?" Sherlock inquired impatiently as he and John followed Lestrade through the hospital doors.
"Young woman, early 20s. Brought in after being dragged out of the Thames. We don't have a name or address yet." Lestrade replied, earning a unimpressed look from the detective.
"Is that it? Did you really drag me here just because some woman almost drowned herself?" Sherlock moaned, then received a kick from John.
"Actually, there is more. I know you like the funny cases" Lestrade added, hoping to impress the detective, but his expression remained the same.
"Go on." Sherlock said, just a little bit interested.
"According to witnesses, she fell over 100ft from above the Thames, but there were no registered aircrafts in the area at the time, nothing was picked up on satellite, there was nothing up there. So, where did she fall from?" Lestrade said confidently, hoping he'd done enough to impress Sherlock.
"Interesting." The detective admitted as he ascended the stairs to the 2nd level, John following.
"We'll need to talk to her, is she up for visitors?" John inquired, pulling a notepad and pen from his coat.
"She's got visitors in with her now, friends I think." The DI answered as they pulled up outside one of the patient rooms. "She's in here."
Lestrade opened the door and Sherlock and John entered. There were 3 other people sat around the patient: Amy, Rory and the Doctor, who all looked towards the detective as he came in, not that he noticed. As soon as he set eyes on the woman lying there his heart stopped. Despite he hadn't seen her for 10 years, he still recognized her. Same blonde hair, same compassionate look, same blue eyes.
It can't be. He reasoned, but he couldn't deny the evidence of his own eyes. It really was her.
"Andromeda?" Sherlock spoke quietly, in a little bit of shock as he stood in the doorway, frozen. The woman looked at him in surprise, and in confusion replied:
"I'm sorry, do I know you?"
Duh duh duh! Andi remembers nothing! How's that gonna go down with her brothers? Will the Doctor be able to bear letting her go? What made the TARDIS act up?
Come back for the next chapter to find out! ✌
