Chapter Six
Anya sat in the corner of yet another cell after yet another endless session of torture. A girl landed in front of her.
"Anya Kovalev?" She asked. She was tall. The girl also had long auburn hair, similar to Anya's
"Who are you?" Anya asked.
"That doesn't matter but what does matter is getting you out of here," The girl said. "Can you stand?" Anya nodded as the girl helped her up.
"Who are you?" Anya repeated. The girl looked at her. But the way the girl looked at Anya, Anya could tell that the girl knew her somehow.
"Just call me Quinn," The girl smiled. She pulled out a gun and shot the lock.
"Hello," She said to the guards who stood outside the door. She kissed one the knocked him out and then turned to the other and smiled. The guard went to grab Quinn and Quinn let him. But then she kicked the guard where men aren't supposed to be kicked.
"Come on," Quinn said.
"But what about the other guards?" Anya asked. Quinn looked at her.
"Someone told me that there wouldn't be any guards and I know that the person wouldn't lie to me even if his life depended on it," Quinn replied. Quinn was right, there weren't any guards so they escaped with ease.
"What are you doing here?" Anya asked sitting on the floor in the TARDIS. Next to Moriarty.
"Well, I owed Sherlock from long ago," Moriarty replied.
"And I was the one who contacted Ginger over there," He added. Quinn had been called Agent and Ginger now. The mystery around this girl just increased by the second.
"How are you?" Sherlock asked helping Anya to stand up then pulling her into a hug.
"How much time to you have?" Anya asked. Sherlock looked at her and smiled. The TARDIS landed.
"Hey, no! I help you find Asgard!" Jim protested as Sherlock grabbed his jacket. "Sherlock come on we used to be friends!" He shouted.
"Did they?" Anya and Quinn asked, in unison, in total disbelieve. The Doctor walked in and replied with a quick yes. Sherlock returned and the group left for 221b Baker Street.
"Anya!" John greeted as the group stepped out of the TARDIS. Quinn looked around.
"This is where you live?" She asked. Sherlock looked at her.
"It's really cosy," She added. But Anya could tell there was some nostalgia there.
"Right, I'll be off then," Quinn announced, standing up. They were all sitting down. "Back to the future," Quinn muttered, leaving the flat.
"What? Just like that?" Anya asked, following her. The stood in the snow covered street. Snow at the end of March.
"Is there a problem?" Quinn asked, turning around to face Anya.
"You saved my life," Anya reminded her. "And you think you can just leave without me saying-" She was quickly interrupted.
"Don't say thank you, I can easily live without it," Quinn said. "Besides, you're pregnant," Quinn said. Anya looked at her. "Do want to know something, Anya," She asked. "Why I saved you? And how I know about you're pregnancy?" She questioned. Anya nodded.
"Because you're pregnant with two girls, me and my sister," Quinn announced.
"Megan Elizabeth Quintina and Jessica Louise," Quinn told her while tapping onto the device strapped to her wrist.
"Just food for thought as dad will one day say," Quinn smiled. Anya pulled Quinn into a hug.
"I'll be honest, I've missed this," Quinn said pulling back.
"Why?" Anya asked. Quinn's smile quickly faded as she hit a button and then left Anya alone in the street.