CHAPTER 6
The Doctor heard a muffled conversation on the other side of the bushes. Apparently someone was having a little bit of a domestic. Oh, well. He could come back later for his TARDIS. Then he realized that there were more than two voices, and it wasn't a domestic, it was a full blown argument. He ran back to the bushes looking over them. 'Damn,' he thought, 'It's the Winchesters.' Then he noticed there were two other men he didn't know, though he recognized the taller one from the last time he was at the TARDIS.
The tall man was yelling at the Winchesters and their angel friend...what was it?... CASTIEL! So Sam, Dean, and Castiel were being yelled at by the tall man while Dean was yelling back and then there was a short one that looked like a hedgehog standing off to the side looking at the tall one like an upset wife. He should know, River had gotten that look from Amy. Dean took a swing at the tall one and Sam caught his arm before the fist could make contact. 'Well' the Doctor thought 'I better go and see them before they hurt each other.' He smiled like the idiot he was about to be.
He ran out of the bushes and made a break for the TARDIS. Sam, Dean, Castiel, Sherlock and John all look toward the Doctor. He makes it into the TARDIS and closes the door.
"WAIT!" Sherlock yells. The four other men all stop and look at Sherlock, Dean still visibly angry.
"What do you mean wait? We need to catch that thing!" Dean bellowed.
"It's inside of a box with doors on one side, the one we happen to be on. It isn't going anywhere."
"I've seen weirder."
"Look, we don't know if he's armed."
"Well we are!" Dean ran to the box and prepared to hit the doors open, with the others in his wake. Then, the Doctor, inside and watching the monitor, times the doors and snaps to make them open just as Dean makes contact with the door. The five men tumbled through the door and stopped dead. The all paused for a moment.
"It's..." said Sam.
"bigger..." said Dean.
"On the inside. Yes we noticed." said Sherlock, finishing the sentence, though obviously in wonder over the devise, or illusion, or...whatever it was.
The Doctor beamed at the group of confused people in front of him. He stretched his arms as far out as he could, trying to gesture to the whole TARDIS.
"Welcome to my TARDIS, Time. And. Relative. Dimension. In. SPACE." He yelled the last note as he flipped a switch, closing the doors and dematerializing. 'May as well show them' he thought.
Seeing as he hadn't bothered using the stabilizers, everyone but him and Castiel were being thrown about the console room. Sherlock had managed to find something to hold onto as well, though it wasn't as stable as he hoped. The thin metal bar bent, and Sherlock was launched across the room and into John. The force knocked them both tumbling down the small set of stairs and near the door. John stuck his foot out to stop them from accidentally opening the door with their bodies. They stopped, John on top of Sherlock, and Sherlock gazing into the blue oceans that Johns eyes held. They stayed for a moment, neither knowing what was going on around them. That is, until Sam ended up tripping over their bodies. John 'oomfed' as the large man's leg hit his ribs. Then, all of a sudden, the shaking stopped.
"Sorry about that gents!" the Doctor yelled from the console. "I didn't put the stabilizers on."
"What do you mean STABILIZERS?" Dean screamed, Castiel coming up behind him and resting a hand on his shoulder.
"I mean devices that make the TARDIS flight pattern stable."
"Flight? How could we possibly fly in a box?" Sherlock asked, still underneath John. Though, he wasn't really one to complain about it.
"Like I said, it's a TARDIS. It can go anywhere in time and space." Sherlock looked at the young man, though Sherlock could tell that the Doctors eyes had seen tragedy, and they looked old for the man's apparent age.
"If you don't believe me, push open the door" The smug look on his face could have rivaled River. Well, no, not River. Amy maybe. Maybe.
John rolled, getting off of Sherlock and then getting up. He opened the door, only to see that they were on a strange terrain, with hundreds of oddly shaped green monsters walking around. He yelped and shut the door.
"What the bloody hell was that?" he asked.
"Raxicorafallipatorious, home to various families of creatures. Including the Slitheen, but they're bad. Don't interact with those ones."
The six men all walked out of the TARDIS taking in the surroundings. Sherlock and Sam stood slack jawed, wondering how the weird box worked. Sherlock tried to wave a hand through a rock, checking to see if it was a hologram. His fingers hit the cold stone.
"How?" Sam asked, directing the question to the Doctor.
"Well you see..." The Doctor stopped as a scream sliced through the air. All six men broke into a sprint, hearts pounding, Sam, Dean, and John with their guns in their hands. The Doctor stopped.
"Ah, ah, ah, rule 12: NO GUNS, unless you have special permission." So River, basically. And tranquilizers.
"How are we going to defend ourselves without weapons." John asked. He seemed to be adjusting well to the alien planet. The Doctor was impressed.
"Well, some alien races aren't affected by guns. Others can mend themselves. And I don't want people dying."
"Oh." John put his gun in his waistband. The Winchesters did the same, Dean grumbling about aliens and something called a Colt.
"And unless we are attacked, Castiel, you are not to use your angel abilities." Castiel nodded. "And not blinking may come in handy." The Doctor looked toward a statue that seemed to be looking back at them. Sam shivered. He felt like it was watching them.
Then another scream pierced through the air. The group sprinted off towards the noise. When they got to the scene, John and Sherlock froze. The man in the middle of a ring of statues smiled broadly, then disappeared. The boys shook their heads, moving toward an alien that was crumpled on the ground. For once, Sherlock had no idea what to do at a crime scene. John took the creatures hand and checked for a pulse, or at least, tried to. The Doctor came over and scanned it with some kind of instrument.
"What is that?" Sherlock asked. Sam had walked up next to him, searching the creature for anything resembling a life sign. The Doctor looked up gravely.
"She's dead. She died of Stress Cardiomyopathy."
"What the hell is that?" Dean asked.
"Broken Heart Syndrome. She died of grief."
"Why?"
"The statues."
"What do you mean the statues?" Dean asked uneasily. He thought he just saw one of their eyes turn black.
The Doctor turned slowly, a threatening glare positioned on the statues. Cas stared at the statue confused. The Doctor snarled. 'I'm getting really sick of these creatures.'
"The Weeping Angels"