4: Escapee
A/N There are several things I want to say…
1) Sorry for not updating in forever. Being in an airplane for the first time was fun, but I had no update time. Being at practice 15 hours a day can take a lot outta ya'.
2) I spelled Lestrade's name wrong (I spelled it Lastrade). Sorry about that…
But on a happier note, as you can see, I'm back! Enjoy!
Samy1354 - Thanks! And I'm back! Thanks for the support! I saw lots of Sherlock fanfictions and no John ones so I said, "Hey, why not?"
kols-little-assasin - You just need to see what happens to John *evil laugh* Sorry…And doesn't everyone wish they could be in place of the companion? Everyone wants to meet The Doctor! And sure, take an aspirin, just make sure The Doctor doesn't take any :)
DarkMousyRulezAll - Wait…You like Sherlock and Doctor Who TOO! Oh my gosh I'm loving you even more! Thank you, and the wait is over :)
Trouble in the Night - I'm glad you're liking it! Trust me, I have plans for this fanfic :) I've actually been planning on the whole "I served in Afghanistan" conversation. Thanks for the review!
Trexon (guest) - Well…I would have updated except for the fact that I got REEEAAAALLLLY bad writer's block. Ersh guh dershk. :S
I listened to Vale Decem (song while 10 regenerates into 11) and Doomsday (song that played when Rose got pulled into the other dimension) while writing this. :'( What are these strange drops of water falling from my eyes?
"Wake up!"
Who was that?
"John, get up!"
Oh, they wanted him.
"Come on!"
John opened his eyes and sat up quickly. The Doctor grabbed his shoulder. "Are you alright?" he asked. John winced as he put weight on his hand.
"Yeah, I-I think I'll be okay." He glanced around. They were in a dark warehouse on a hard, cold, concrete floor. "Where are we?"
The Doctor looked up and turned, taking in the room. "Don't know. I black out trying to find you, next thing I know, we're here and you're unconscious on the floor." He stood up and was stock still. "Something's not right."
"Yes, you're right. We're in a warehouse."
"No. I mean, yes. I mean–…Oh!…" The Doctor trailed off, trying to find out what was happening. He felt a wave of pain course through him and he let out a hiss of pain. "It's too early for this," he muttered. "It's too soon. I'm not ready, not done yet."
It was silent for a bit and The Doctor leaned against the wall. "I haven't gotten answers," John said.
The Doctor looked up. "Wha'?"
"I said, I haven't gotten answers. This can't be real. This is one huge setup or-or something! The Chuntarian? Really? Aliens don't exist! This could easily just be one elaborate case I've involuntarily been put on!"
"It's real John," The Doctor said. "It's all real. Aliens exist. We set off the alarm on their ship twenty minutes ago. After forty-five minutes, they leave the atmosphere and blow up the planet to get rid of any evidence. We have twenty-five minutes to save the world. Why would this be a setup?"
"You said you had a time machine!"
"And you believed me."
"Well I don't know if you can't tell, but I'm not ten anymore. I've grown up, which must be something strange to you!" John yelled.
"Growing up is never something you want to do." The Doctor paused when realization struck him. "Wait! The Chuntarian! They always go after the more special aliens. They wen't after me and you! I'm the last Time Lord, OF COURSE! And you may be asking yourself: 'Why me?' Well I'll tell you why. YOU are supposed to be fictional. These things don't often happen you know, books coming to life. Sure details can get mixed up over time and then written down. Take King Arthur for example. He's real, just not all the magic and all of that. But you exist after your time, and that shouldn't be! This is brilliant! A wonderful puzzle worth solving, but for a later day. We've been taken by the Chuntarian. I know how to defeat them but I'll need an extra hand. So…call your loved ones and say goodbye…or…stick with me and save the world."
There was a moment of silence between the two before John spoke. "No," he whispered.
"What?"
"NO!"
He grabbed The Doctor by his tie and pulled him over to the wall where a pipe was sticking out. "John!" said a very surprised Doctor. "No! John, what are you—?" John quickly pulled a zip tie from earlier out of his pocket and tied The Doctor to the pipe. "John, are you out of your mind?"
"Who are you?"
"Oh, you already know who I am."
"No. Really. Who are you, for real?"
"The Chuntarian are going to come."
"Then you better talk quickly."
The Doctor reached into his pocket with his free hand and rummaged around for a little bit before he found it. "Catch," he said, tossing an apple to John. John turned it over in his hands when he saw the letters, I O U. He looked up at The Doctor. "It's the same one," the Time Lord said, "and you know it is." He paused.
"I'm The Doctor. I'm a time traveler. Everything I told you twenty years ago is true. It's all true. I'm real. What's happening in this warehouse is real. And if you don't cut me loose right now, we will probably both die, and so will many others. We have twenty-five minutes." He put a hand on John's shoulder. "Trust me for twenty-five minutes."
Slowly, John reached into his pocket and took out his pocket knife. He cut The Doctor loose. "What do we do."
The Doctor smiled. "Get the Chuntarian's attention. And do you know what? Nothing says: 'Hey, look at me!' more than a sonic screwdriver!" The Doctor thrusted his sonic in the air and pressed the button. A high pitched buzz came from it, and the lights began to flicker. It snapped and sparked. The Doctor dropped his sonic on the ground. "No, no no no no! NO! Don't do that to me!" He kneeled down, trying to pick up the hopeless pieces of charred metal.
"Doctor," said John. The Doctor looked up to where John was looking.
"A window! Brilliant!" He ran over to the wall and looked up. "It's a bit high up there though." Footsteps could be heard.
"Um…Doctor, what was the plan after we got the Chuntarians' attention?" wondered John.
"Getting their attention was the plan," The Doctor said. He looked around frantically and spotted a box. He hurried over to it and pushed it over to the window.
"Doctor…" said John, noticing the steps getting closer.
"I know, I know!" He got on top of the box and pushed open the window. "John, go!" John got on the box and slid out the window. The Doctor turned back around and saw two Chuntarian.
"The captives are escaping!" one yelled. The Doctor held onto the windowsill and kicked away the box. He pulled himself up and out through the window. He hadn't expected such a large drop, but hey! There were bushes to help break the fall. He got up and saw John leaning on the side of the building.
"So…" The Doctor said. "Twenty-five minutes to save the world from getting killed and sold?"
