SuperWhoLock Chapter 4
John Watson, coming from his latest session, laid standing in front of his best friends grave. He had no words to say, for he had said them all on the day he fell. The sun was irritating his eyes, and he tried to reposition himself to get comfortable every few seconds. He rubs his face to release some tension. After 15 minutes of this process, he decides to leave for his apartment.
As he strolled along the cemetery, he saw and heard a car approaching. He stopped to look. It's a limousine, and it parked right in front of John. A man in a suit walks out and stares at him with a forced smile.
"Mycroft..." John greeted him.
"Hello John." There's a brief awkward pause.
"If you've only came to say hi, I appreciate the thought, but if not, his grave is open to your visit. Either way, I'll be heading back home," said John. Mycroft moved in front of John.
"Oh, I don't think so, Mr. Watson. Care to spare a few?" John looked at him, then back at the pebble walkway.
"Mind as well. Some tea will help catch us up to what we've been up to the last couple of months." John gave a smile, and entered the vehicle.
John, taking in the recognizable office, took a seat while looking at Mycroft for a response.
"Seems like you haven't done much renovation," commented John.
"I don't believe there is anything to be changed in this room."
"Well, isn't that the beauty of it? Creating something out of your limited resources?" asked John, "Look... It's been months, and now you suddenly invite me to tea? Is there something you would like to tell me, Mycroft?" Mycroft walked around the room to pour John's tea. and handed him his cup. He took a sip of his tea.
"You don't look any better than when... months ago. How are you doing, Watson?" Mycroft asked.
"Well, you're right about that," John sipped his drink, "but I'm not sure you'd spend your time, visiting someone out of sheer kindness. What is it really, Mycroft, that you need?"
"Who said I needed anything?" Mycroft smiled, "I'm here to talk to you about him," he took another sip, and John frowned a bit.
"Oh, that selfish bastard," Mycroft said under his breath. John widened his eyes, "What do you mean him, and... selfish bastard?" Mycroft placed his cup on the table coaster.
"He's alive, Watson. Sherlock... alive he be." Mycroft said seriously, but didn't stop smiling. John, getting up, began generating many questions in his head, and managed to ask the only simple enough one to speak, "What!?..."
"I saw him," Mycroft answered, "he's in London right now as we speak."
"Well, did you say anything to him? What was he doing?" Watson asked. Mycroft looked away, out the window.
"I didn't speak with him, nor approached him. He looked... worried. Rushed almost. He started running at one point," John raised an eyebrow in confusion. He was struggling to take this in as calmly as possible. He lifted his head.
"What should we do?" John asked.
"What do you think Mr. Watson?"
"Well: Find the selfish bastard, kill him for lying to us, and find the bloody hell out what's going on," Watson said, sounding more concerned as ever in months.
"Do as you wish. However, I will not be able to help you," Mycroft warned.
"Not a surprise there," John got up, and quickly exited the room. As the door slammed close, Mycroft realized he didn't tell him his version of the plan. However, he figured it didn't matter now. He forced a smile, wondering if this afternoon could've gone much smoother.
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"Hey boys!" Amy called out in annoyance to the Winchesters, "What're you prancing on about? You're looking for the Doctor, right?" Dean looked back at Amy.
"We think there might be a de-... I mean, monster."
"Ok," Rory interrupted, "I get it that monsters of all types, or monsters in general (not all), are real, they exist in this universe, but demons?" Sam turned back to Rory.
"Yeah. Um, somehow, you guys know about monsters existing, but not demons. Yes, they exist," Sam answered.
"Well, are they the cliche demons, or... well, I sort of don't have a demon theory, but... yeah?" Rory asked once more.
"They do posses people, and are bad," said Sam.
"Ok. So, do they destroy buildings and stuff, create havoc, and little bad things like that?" Rory asked. The Winchester frown. Dean and Amy both look at Sam.
"They're... much worse. They've all done some bad things to people. All of them most likely," Sam said, "which is why we have to catch this demon before he hurts anyone."
"This son of a bitch's probably got some dirt on the demon breaking the seals," Dean commented. Amy got in between the brothers to catch their attention.
"Um, boys, we can look for this demon or whatever later. It's been about an hour with your little chase, and I do believe we have to find the Doctor, right?" Amy stated.
"Guys, she's right," Rory said, "since the toy store is right there, I think it's best if we just go right now." Sam and Dean looked at each other, and calmly nodded yes. The four of them walked in. The store was filled with various colors of positive attitude a child would find amusing. The toys varied from talking dolls, to sock monkeys, to basketballs. Kids were running around the aisles, and spilling things from the barrels containing more miscellaneous objects.
"Dude! Did you see the weird guy in the store? He was playing with the big train track in the middle of the store," "Yeah! He kept on talking on and off about the toy too! He said it was completely off from the ones in 1000's, or something?" Amy caught the children's conversation, and walked up to the 10-year-old-looking boys. The Winchesters and Rory stared at Amy as she received the information. She patted them both on the head.
"Yep. It's definitely him," Amy told Rory.
"How do you know?" Dean asked for everyone. Amy faced Rory again.
"... bowtie." Rory's eyes roll in comprehension. He gestures for the boys to follow him and his wife.
As they got closer to the center of the shop, they heard more laughter from the children, and train whistles.
"Yes kids, after the Civil War, the confederates, aka the south, was trying to repair itself, because, let me tell you, they weren't so mamby pamby. Anywho, that's when trains started being developed across the land you know as the U.S of A's. Now the moral of the story, kids: don't freak out over taxed beverages." The Doctor, as everyone believed who the person was, saw Amy and Rory, dropped the controller and grinned. He came up to hug the ponds, and greeted them.
"Oh, always great to see the Ponds! It's all so kind of you to visit me. I was getting oh so bored, waiting for them Winchester boys." The Doctor saw Amy nudge her head in the direction of the brothers. The Doctor's eyes widen with ah.
"Ah! So you are the boys that Castiel was talking about! Hello, I'm the Doctor. Here to help. Look, they gave me a badge just incase I forget who I am, for that does happen quite often." While keeping eye contact with The Doctor, Dean examined him, and looked back at Sam. He was just as lost as him, that's what he got.
"So," the Doctor said, breaking the silence, "Shall we get started on saving the universe, then?
