CHAPTER 3
LEBANON, KANSAS
Dean knows that this strange man, thing, alien, whatever—he knows that the Doctor is his only hope. But the Doctor only comes in times of great distress, and sometimes he goes centuries without being seen. This man was not a demon or a ghost—there was no sure way to summon him. A random disappearing human would never attract the attention of a living legend such as this. And even if it did, how did he even know if the Doctor was real? He sounded a bit too wonky to be real. I mean, an alien with two hearts and multiple faces that travels in space and time using a blue box? Even for the Winchesters, this was weird.
Dean read further into the book, but this seemed to be all the information known about the Doctor, except for the sketches of the known reincarnations of the Doctor. The books said that as the Doctor travels more, more faces could be added.
Dean was just thinking about how he could start a global catastrophe when a whooshing sound fills the library, a sudden gust of wind making the pages of the books flap. Dean turns just in time to see a blue box land materialize in the middle of his library.
"What the—" Dean starts to say, when a man opens the door to the box and enters his library.
"Shut up a second," the man says, pulling out a device that makes annoying high-pitched buzzing noises.
Another man follows behind the first, saying "Doctor, the readings are gone."
"Yes, we've just missed it."
"'Doctor'?" Dean repeats.
"That's my name," the man says.
"The Doctor?" Dean repeats in disbelief.
The man smiles. "Well, yes. I guess so."
"I know you," Dean says, a smile cracking through his pained expression. "Doctor, I—I need your help."
"Oh, God, another one?" the Doctor says, angry. He turns to the man in doorway of the blue box. "Well, come on, then."
"What?" Dean asks, confused.
"Well, Sherly here—"
"If you ever call me 'Sherly' again, I'll have to murder you," the man from the doors of the blue box interjects.
"—well, Sherlock here," the Doctor says, not missing a beat, "he's lost a friend of his, what was his name again? John Watson. Same as you. Disappeared into thin air, right?"
"Yes," Dean says skeptically.
"Well, I know a way to get them back, but we've got to hurry, because the TARDIS can only track the energy from the rupture if it's fresh enough, and well, I would rather not keep her waiting. So, come along—what's your name?"
"Dean Winchester."
"De—" the Doctor stops, as if in shock, but then plows forward. "Dean Winchester. Brilliant, lovely, into the TARDIS with you."
Dean can't help but notice the hesitation in the Doctor's speech. He doesn't think that the Doctor will try to kill him, but Dean checks to make sure that the gun in the waistband of his jeans is still secure.
The TARDIS was somewhat of a shock to Dean, because the boy was still used to walking into buildings that were the same size on the outside as on the inside. But it didn't take very long for the shock to wear off. Dean had seen worse, and scarier, and crazier. Bigger-on-the-inside was just another part of the job.
DAY 3
221B BAKER STREET—alternate universe
Though the members of our story did not realize it, time was passing at a faster rate in their universe than in the parallel universe from which they'd originated from. Already, they had spent three days in the flat on Baker Street, and Mrs. Hudson was wondering if she'd have to start charging them rent. She claimed that Sam Winchester had been there for nearly a year, and that she'd never laid eyes on John before even though he knew all about her.
Clara had put a few things together about this universe. In this universe, the Doctor wasn't there. He might have died at a younger age, or maybe he had never been born at all. But, anyway, there were no stars in the sky. The overall climate temperature was colder, and they were not in the Milky Way Galaxy anymore. Earth had been "stolen", or moved out of place by Daleks, but the Daleks had mysteriously been wiped out but a woman by the name of Rose Tyler. Sadly, though, Rose had dropped off the face of the Earth several years before with a man named John Smith. Apparently, he had great hair.
Sherlock never lived in this universe, either. John had noticed the difference. Mrs. Hudson still lived with her husband, and many people around the London area still lived in fear of several murderers, including the Spider and the homicide/suicide deaths. Jim Moriarty was a name not yet known, and the Reichenbach Hero was nonexistent.
Dean and Sam Winchester apparently were not alive. They had died years ago, in 2005, when Sam had gotten stuck in a burning house, and his older brother rushed in to save him. The apocalypse was an inch away from happening, yet there was no way for it to take place, as there was no one to set Lucifer free, and no vessels for Michael and Lucifer to take.
In short, the world was an absolute mess.
Sam Winchester, who, as mentioned before, arrived in 221B Baker Street nearly a year ago. Sam had tried to get back into hunting, but there was barely any way to hunt in the heart of London without getting caught by the police. And, honestly, there was nowhere else for him to go. He had no money to try to get back to America, to get back to Lebanon where he could go and hide in the Bunker. And it didn't take much research to find that all of Sam and Dean's friends were dead, or nonexistent, except for Ellen and Jo. But they didn't even know who Sam was to begin with, same with Kevin; Bobby had put a bullet through his head years ago, Garth had gotten himself killed on a hunt… the list could go on.
Slowly, but surely, the four were learning what they wanted or needed to do.
Though it seemed impossible, it looked like they need to fix this universe. By themselves.
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