AN: Back already?
YEA I AM. Haha
Like I said, I had this idea forever now!
I need to get it out of my system before I forget it all!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or Doctor Strange.
Hope you all enjoy!
Sherlock told John to get up and dressed as he grabbed his coat and scarf.
Sherlock was about to dash out of the room, but John tapped him on the shoulder and Sherlock glanced questionably at him.
"I told you so."
Sherlock chuckled and they both left the flat and hailed a cab. They hopped in a cab and told the cabbie the location and they were off.
John was texting Harry going by John's constant sighing, so Sherlock put his head in his palm and turned his attention to the window and decided to look outside.
It was currently nighttime. People were walking by eager to get home, the homeless were begging for money or just hanging around, and there were lights everywhere except in the alleyways.
The cabbie stopped at a red light and Sherlock noticed a strange individual.
In an alleyway, across from the park, someone was watching him. This person had a peculiar way of dressing going by the beige robes that also covered their face.
'Those robes seem like they belong to Buddhist monks, but from where? Where—?"
Sherlock's thoughts were interrupted by John who shook him.
"Sherlock, we're here."
Sherlock nodded absentmindedly, and exited the cab and walked over to where Lestrade was.
The crime scene was located at the bottom of a hill next to a lake surrounded by trees. Some of the trees were destroyed and in the clearing, there was the crime scene covered with forensic scientists, detectives, and police.
Lestrade was discussing lab reports with two forensic scientists, until he heard a groan from Anderson.
"Zip it Anderson. We need his help and you bloody know it."
Anderson was about to retort, but just huffed and walked over to Sally.
Lestrade shook his head and went over to Sherlock and John.
"Bloody hell, I apologize for Anderson's behavior."
Sherlock sent a glare to Anderson before looking back at Lestrade.
"It's quite alright. Now, tell me, what do you know?"
Sherlock asked as they made their way to the 'corpse'.
"Well, honestly, not much. The black dust that was left behind is dark matter, but we don't know how that's possible! People aren't made of dark matter and I'm sure as hell there's no weapons out there that contain that. Even if there is, they can't disintegrate into dark matter. Not scientifically possible—but I swear, if you open your bloody mouth and tell me that that's possible, I swear to God—!"
"No, no, you're absolutely correct."
Lestrade opened his mouth but then closed it when he heard what Sherlock said.
"Really? No corrections?"
Sherlock scoffed.
"Don't get used to it, but yes, you're right. It isn't possible. This isn't possible. It doesn't look like someone set this up to throw us off. This person actually disintegrated… but how?"
Sherlock was about to go to his Mind Palace, but then Anderson and Sally approached him.
"Only speak if you have something useful to say." Lestrade warned.
Sally and Anderson glanced at Lestrade before looking at Sherlock again.
"So even the psychopath detective can't figure this out, huh?"
Sherlock rolled his eyes and tried to think.
Sally and Anderson smirked at each other.
"Admit it, you don't know what's going on."
Sherlock was still thinking when Anderson walked over and grabbed Sherlock's shirt and yanked him forward.
"Ignoring me, huh? Don't want to deal with the fact that your insane, drug-filled, brain of yours doesn't have to solution? Maybe you should just—."
John stepped in and shoved Anderson away.
"Please, at least he has more of an idea than either of you. Will you two stop acting immature for once and do your jobs? Oh wait, you're just over here messing with him because he's doing your jobs for you!"
Anderson got angry and approached John with a murderous glare.
"Of course Sherlock's pet would come to his rescue. Why don't you stay on the sidelines in a leash and stay out of it?"
Sherlock felt his blood boil when he heard Anderson call John his 'pet' and went over to him.
"Anderson."
Sherlock's eyes glowed gold.
"I swear to God,"
His right hand started to glow green.
"You better piss off right now!"
As soon as Sherlock shouted those final words a wave of energy flew out of Sherlock and covered the whole crime scene and beyond.
When Sherlock recovered from his anger, he opened his eyes and his breath got stuck in his throat.
Everything… stopped.
Sherlock slowly and cautiously walked over to John and noted his concerned expression that is currently frozen onto his face. He cupped John's face with his hand and smiled.
'Thank You, John.'
When he went to remove his hand, he noticed that his hand was glowing green and examined it. There was gem-like objects floating around his right hand and noticed that there's a gap between two gems.
'I assume there was another one of these objects here… I can concern myself with that later, I suppose.'
Sherlock looked at John's face before glaring at Anderson and Sally's frozen forms.
He went over and punched Anderson in the jaw, and the frozen Anderson fell over with the same expression on his face.
"My, my, you certainly have changed."
Sherlock's eyes widened and turned to where he heard the voice.
"But, your powers have not changed. If anything, I would say they have improved greatly."
Sherlock squinted his eyes in suspicion.
"The tone in your voice—you speak as if you know me."
The voice let out a light laugh before stepping into Sherlock view.
"You do know me. Just as much as I know you."
Sherlock scoffed and took in her appearance.
'She's the one watching me from the alleyway. Could she have foreseen this—.'
"Yes, Sherlock, I was the one who awakened your power."
"What—that's impossible! 'Powers' and such are nothing but fiction created to entertain children and adolescents! How could I have 'powers' to 'awaken'?"
The woman merely smiled.
"Take a look around you. Look and acknowledge what you did. It's quite pointless trying to deny it, you know. You remind me of how you were when I first met you."
Sherlock frowned in confusion.
"A man of science. A man who only went by facts and whatever his ego wanted to accept. Then I showed you a new perspective of this world and you were on your knees in disbelief."
Sherlock scoffed.
"On my knees? Really? I would never—."
"Tell me Sherlock, does your memory need to be refreshed?"
Sherlock tensed up as the woman approached him and stood in front of him.
"What is your name?"
The woman laughed and replied, "People refer to me as the Ancient One."
Sherlock was about to scoff but then the Ancient One placed her thumbs on Sherlock's head in a swift movement.
"Open your mind."
AN: Oh yeeeaaa! Sherlock's power's awaken!~~
Haha
Anyway, hope you all enjoyed!
Have a nice day! :)
