Finding Friends
(I know this is super duper late but I've had a case of Writers Block. Wasn't fun. Anyway, I hope you like the chapter.)
Chuck only shrugged in response to the Doctor's compliment. "It's nothing amazing," he looked over to Castiel. "It's not like I even wanted it."
Castiel bowed his head at that. "I was not the one to pick you, prophet. It was God's will."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Chuck sat back down on his couch, keeping his eyes on the group.
Sherlock stepped forward and took a look at Chuck, about to deduce his whole life.
Before Sherlock could get out a single word, Chuck cut in. "Oh, don't even try, Holmes. I know what you're going to say. Someone without deducing skills could deduce my whole life."
The consulting detectives eyes grew wide. "It really is that easy. Kind of sad."
Chuck rolled his eyes at Sherlock. "Consulting Detective. Really thought you were better than that."
John stepped in before anything could happen. "Alright you two. Get along. We need to figure this out."
Castiel nodded in agreement. "The short one is correct. We need help with the apocalypse and the quicker we get the help, the quicker we can stop it."
John stared at Castiel for a moment before turning to Sherlock and whispering, "Short one?"
Sherlock smirked at him and whispered back. "Apparently."
John ignored the comment from Castiel and listened in to the conversation.
"So, what do you need me for?" Chuck asked.
The Doctor interrupted, "Wait, I thought you knew everything."
Chuck shook his head. "I only get a couple minutes every now and then. I don't get it all at once. Usually."
"Alrighty then. What we need you for, is information. I think," he looked to Castiel for acknowledgement.
"Information, yes. We need information on Lucifer. Have you had any dreams about him?"
Chuck bowed his head. "I've had a few, but none with any information that you don't already know about. I'm sorry that I can't help any more. If you give me your number I'll call if I get any information."
The Doctor smiled. "I'll give you my phone. It can call to anyone, anywhere, anywhen."
The prophet held out his hand for the phone. "Will do, Doctor Who."
The alien cocked his head. "Huh. Never heard that one; unless it was a question."
"It's from the..." Chuck trailed off. "You know what. Never mind. I'm guessing Sam already told you about it anyway."
"Right. Anyway, we should get going. We have some other friends to find." He smirked as he headed back to the TARDIS.
Sherlock looked at the Doctor. "Other friends? Who are you talking about?"
The Doctor turned quickly. "Some friends from the future and the past." He left it at that as he strolled into the machine.
The group followed after the Doctor, waving goodbye to Chuck.
Once inside the machine, Sherlock decided to ask the question again. "Doctor, you need to tell us what you are going to do. We can't work together if we can't trust you."
"I have some friends. They can help. But, it may create a paradox if I see them or they see me."
"A paradox?" Dean quizzed.
"Something that shouldn't happen. See, people assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff."
Dean kept staring at the Doctor so John decided to rephrase his words. "It means, that if he were to go back in time and see himself, it could create a paradox, which is very bad because it could destroy the whole world."
"So you're risking on destroying the world for help?" Dean's eyes were growing large.
"Yes," was his simple answer.
Everyone, even Castiel, shook their heads. "No," they all seemed to say at once.
"We have to." He replied. "It's our only hope. Unless you don't want our help, then we can just leave you to yourselves." He looked to Sherlock and John for backup but they were on the Winchester's side.
He continued. "Please. It's the only thing I can think of, and it's not like a paradox is going to happen. It's only one possibility out of many."
Sam and Dean looked to each other, while Sherlock and John shared glances. They all reluctantly agreed after a couple minutes.
Castiel approached the alien. "Tell me who your friends are."
"Their names? Well, there's Donna Noble, a fiesty red head who is like a sister to me. Also, maybe, just maybe, I can get myself. But, that could create a paradox, unless I found a regeneration after this one. It will be hard, but it's possible." He stopped, a smile forming across his face.
Everyone went quiet, waiting for the Doctor to say anything else. He didn't say another word as he pulled levers and pushed buttons on his console. "Allons-y!" He yelled at the last lever.
Once again everyone fell to the floor.
Chuck watched from his living room as the TARDIS disappeared. He sat on his couch and grabbed his laptop, starting to write down his dreams.
The Doctor laughed as the machine whirred. He knew that it would be a bit difficult to get back and forth to different dimensions, but he needed Donna, and he would need to figure out a way to get a note to his future self.
After a couple minutes, the TARDIS shook violently a couple more times, luckily with everyone already on the floor no one was hurt. The alien jumped from his spot at the console and ran out the doors, everyone else deciding to wait.
Minutes later a red haired woman with a scowl entered the machine. "I can't believe you, Doctor. You are risking on destroying the world." She paused and looked at everyone still on the floor. "Two worlds actually, just so you can get help from me and a future you."
He nodded reluctantly, "Yes, Donna. But you are smart and amazing and the only other person I know that could possibly help with this. Besides me of course." He could have gotten Martha but he knew that she was working with a Torchwood somewhere else in the world and had a life of her own. Of course, so did Donna, but he knew that Donna would do anything to help him.
She sighed. "Fine. But how are we going to get a note to a future you?"
The Doctor smiled widely. "That's the fun part," he paused and looked at everyone in the room. "I have no idea!"
Sam stood up quickly. "We could leave a note hidden in a spot in the machine. Some place only you would know of and hope for the best," he suggested.
Sherlock stood not long after. "That wouldn't work, Samuel. We need something better."
"I could go into the future and drop the note off for you, Doctor." Castiel said, suddenly behind the Doctor.
"You can go into the future?" The alien was a bit surprised by the sudden closeness, but even more surprised that the angel could go into the future. He shivered, trying not to remember the weeping angels.
He nodded in reply. "I only need the message and I will be back as quickly as possible. The future you will most likely be in the same TARDIS, or at least something similar, so I will have no problem."
The Doctor nodded as he wrote down 'Need help. Please come. 221B Baker Street. November, 2012.' on the piece of paper. He decided not to sign in just in case.
"Alright. We will be in here," he pointed to the paper, "once you're done, Castiel."
The angel didn't say another word as he disappeared.
Donna gasped at the missing man. "Where did he... How did he...?" She stuttered.
Dean sighed. "He's an angel," he answered simply.
"Not like the weeping angels." The Doctor said afterward, but remembered that it was Martha that was there for them and shrugged at her questioning gaze. "Nevermind."
Finally after an awkward silence, Sherlock spoke. "So my flat. We should get there." The Doctor wasn't sure how he knew that it was his flat that he told Castiel to go to, but attacked his console, putting the date and place in the machine anyway.
The machine was gentle this time, only transporting and not going through time or dimensions.
Donna walked around, introducing herself to everyone as the TARDIS took them to Sherlock and John's flat. Once at Sherlock, he sighed. "I already know, mostly likely, everything about you, Donna Noble."
John jabbed at him. "Don't mind 'im. He's always like that. My name is John Watson and this is Sherlock Holmes."
She shook his hand as she glared at Sherlock.
Not long after, the machine stopped moving. "Alright, gang. We've made it to Sherlock's flat." The Doctor yelled out.
Sherlock went to the forefront and stopped them at the door. "If you touch anything, you will regret it." He scowled at everyone.
John sighed heavily as he ran his hands down his face. "Let them through, Sherlock. I'm sure they won't be too nosy."
Sherlock watched them with careful eyes as he opened the door and walked in to the flat. He entered in the kitchen area and walked through, picking some of the more important projects up and putting them in the fridge.
Everyone followed slowly. Sam and Dean looked around, making sure not to touch anything, but were a bit worried at all the creepy things thrown around the room. Donna looked around the living room, eyeing the bullet hole smiley face and the skull first.
"What's with the smiley face and skull?" She asked, genuinely curious.
"I was bored," Sherlock stated for the bullet holes. "As for the skull, I talk to him when there's no one around."
John nodded. "I'm pretty much only around for if he needs to go out. The skull looks silly to talk to in public," he chuckled a bit.
Donna giggled lightly as she continued looking around.
Sam and Dean were still in the kitchen and Sam's interest got the better of him and opened the fridge. He gasped loudly as he slammed it shut. John ran into the room and looked at him. "What's wrong?"
"There's a head. A head in the fridge." He turned to John. "Why is there a head in the fridge?"
John sighed. "Sherlock, I told you to get rid of that thing." He turned his attention to Sherlock in the living room.
"I wasn't done with my experiment yet." He explained cooly.
"Sorry about that, Sam. It's just one of his many experiments. Poor Mrs Hudson, our landlady found thumbs in one of the drawers once and almost fainted." He waved them along out of the kitchen.
Sam whispered to John. "Are you sure he's not evil or something?"
"He's not evil. He just gets bored easily."
The Doctor was the only one that wasn't perturbed by any of the things in the flat.
As everyone continued talking and looking around, the Doctor was listening. Listening for that specific sound. When he heard the beginning of it, he shushed everyone and got them all to go to one spot.
They all watched in slight amazement at the TARDIS materializing. But of course, it wasn't the same one, it was a future one. Once it became solid, Castiel stepped out.
"I found him," he stated in his monotone voice. "He has companions with him."
The Doctor in the flat watched as the door opened once more to reveal the next regeneration. His outfit was a brown tweed jacket with elbow patches, bow tie, braces, rolled up trousers and black boots. This incarnation had long, dark hair, a large chin and green eyes.
"Ahh," the other Doctor stated as he walked out. "I see we have everyone then." He smiled. "I'm the Doctor," he walked up to his past self. "It's strange to see myself."
A few seconds later, a thin red haired woman walked out of the TARDIS. "Doctor," she stated. It was obvious from her accent that she was Scottish. "tell me again why we are here." She stared at everyone in the flat, waving for someone inside the machine to emerge.
Just then, another person stepped out. It was a man, and judging by the way he acted towards the woman, Sherlock deduced that they were married.
"I already told you, Amy. We're here to help them." The next Doctor replied. "Everyone, this is Amy and Rory Pond. My current companions."
The Doctor that John knew stepped forward slightly. "It's nice to meet you. I'm the Doctor," he paused and smiled. "too."
Sherlock sighed. "Alright. We need to find something else to call one of them. It will be far too confusing for you normal people to keep up with two people with the same name."
Even though Amy knew that he called them normal like it was an insult, she had to agree.
Sam stepped forward, interrupting everyone. "Back in our world, the Doctor is in a show, and the one with the pinstripe suit, the actors name is David Tennant. We could call him that," he suggested, he paused and looked to the bowtied Doctor. "And the bowtie ones name is Matt Smith. That may be easier."
Both Doctor's nodded, and Amy answered, "Well, I wouldn't feel right calling my Doctor 'Matt' or even 'Smith', so I think the other one should be called 'David'."
Donna scoffed. "And I'm used to calling my Doctor 'Doctor'. What makes yours so special?"
Everyone started yelling back and forth, trying to figure out what they should do. Both Doctor's just standing and watching alongside of John. Eventually John got irritated and screamed loudly. "Shut up!"
The noise died down quickly and they all looked at John. "Alright," he took a deep breath to calm down. "I know the pinstripe one, I've known him since I was thirteen, and Sam and Dean seem to know the show in their universe and know him as David, so we will be calling him that until further notice. Got it?"
The whole room nodded their heads in unison, even both of the Doctor's.
The Doctor, or as he is now being called, David, spoke once again. "Alrighty, we should get back to Sam and Dean's universe to save it from the apocalypse." He smiled at the Doctor.
Amy's eyes widened. "You didn't say anything about an apocalypse, Doctor."
The Doctor looked sheepish for a moment, "Has me not telling you something ever stopped you from saving someone, Amy?"
She shook her head and the Doctor smiled. "Exactly. Now to the alternate universe?" He looked to David and he nodded. The Doctor went up to the console, "You don't mind if I help, do you?"
David smiled as he waved his hands at the machine. They both started pushing buttons and pulling levers.
"Allons-y!" David yelled as he pulled the last lever at the same time that the Doctor screamed, "Geronimo!"
Well, I know that this was a long wait, and I'm sorry to say that there may be another. I've been having horrible writers block and I'm about to leave to a possible no internet location so I won't be able to update even if I do finish early. After that, I work almost nonstop for four days and that won't give me any time to write. I'm guessing, at the best, my next update will be in two weeks or so. P.S. I'm still looking for a beta and if any of you would like to help, please send me a message. It would be greatly appreciated.
